#i do have a few plot bunnies around and i need some time to flesh it out

[jungkook97]

hello girls and gays, just thought to make an entire masterlist of fanfiction works i’ve done so far to organize everything together!

⚠️ disclaimers: most of my fics are going to be mostly jungkook and reader with the occasional ships depending if the story fits! i do not take requests and only dedicate fics to people i love or know well for accuracy. reader’s attributes are not mentioned at all for better immersion & are generally female presenting, however it’s very easy to skip them if you’re not!

💬  shoot me an ask if you wanna be tagged in future works or write me a review. i will not be angry if you do not reblog or engage with my works because honestly i write for fun anyways. also, if you wanna collab on anything, just send me a message and we can plot 😈

here are the writing reviews i’ve gotten so far if you wanna read them before diving in 👇 🏊‍♀️  

J U N G K O O K & r e a d e r 

ONE SHOTS ˎˊ˗₊‧‎♡

♡ °✧‧₊˚ stuck with u - non-idol with reader, camping trip, oneshot (f2l, smut, slice of life-ish)

jeon jungkook was always over at your damn house growing up every day and known as your little brother’s bestest friend in high school, playing pokemon or some nerdy stuff. you knew he had some stupid lil crush on you for years, but didn’t think much of it. until of course, he sees you again at the fine age of 24 as some hot shot got you thinking differently. 

♡ °✧‧₊˚ can’t get over you - canon with hybe staff!reader, oneshot (f2l, slice of life, soulmates, character study)

jungkook lives to love people, and as he would take a break from the chaotic energy of loving, he falls head over heels for someone yet again. are they the actual love of his life this time, or is the universe messing with him? 

♡ °✧‧₊˚ why didn’t you wait for me? - non-idol fuckboy & post-college, vacation trip, oneshot (e2l, angst)

you attend a wedding in hawaii with your old high school buddy taehyung for a much needed reunion. little did you realize that the last person you wanted to see would end up attending.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ crush on you - canon with marketing director!reader, drabble (fluff, confessions)

jungkook always had the biggest crush on people who are good at their jobs. y/n always had the biggest crush on the youngest member of bts. y/n wins an award. jungkook is in attendance.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ admit it - canon & fwb with staff!reader, oneshot (smut, possessive as fuck jungkook)

you, taehyung and jungkook go out for the night much to jungkook's dismay. you looked fine as fuck tonight, and jungkook feels a certain type of way about it.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ severed - non-idol jungkook with reader, oneshot (sci-fi, drama)

you and jungkook had a terrible breakup. and so, you two decided to delete each other from your guys' memories.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ and if you let me - non-idol coworker! jungkook with reader, drabble (fluff)

it was your last day at work and jungkook, who has a big fat crush on you, throws a going away party before you go.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ (PENDING) 505 - canon with normie and very toxic!reader, oneshot (angst, light depictions of smut, friendzoned!idol jungkook, emotional manipulation, unrequited love)

she calls him and he comes like clockwork every time, even though he knows deep down that it’s never a good idea. this time, he has 2 hours to turn around before he picks her up from her ex-boyfriend’s house. will he get there or will he finally let her go?

SERIES ˎˊ˗₊‧‎♡

decision to leave universe

⋆｡°✩ decision to leave - canon with hollywood socialite!reader, oneshot (missed connections, forbidden love and abrupt endings, angst, character study)

being an idol is never easy. they work endlessly, and "fans", the media, and the company follow and critique their every movement. they're not strong enough, one could feel very trapped and suffocated. jungkook was used to all of this. what he wasn't used to was finding the right person at the wrong time.

⋆｡°✩ fling - canon with reporter!reader, spinoff from decision to leave (angst, missed connections)

you were interviewing bangtan and couldn't help but felt a level of closeness to the youngest member. soon after, jungkook ended up taking a liking to you, proposing that you two should meet up throughout the week while he was in town for a little fun.

⋆｡°✩ (PENDING) perfect illusion - canon with reporter!reader, continuation of fling (angst, missed connections)

a year has passed since you had your little fling with jungkook and well, things surely have changed: for better or for jungkook, worse. you returned to his life in an unexpected way, only to fall in love with one of his band members, min yoongi.

J U N G K O O K & B A N G T A N 

⋆·˚ ༘ * something about us (namjikook) - college, series (f2l, romcom, smut, slice of life, coming out journey)

very upright christian boy jeon jungkook decided to do his roommate kim taehyung a favor by stopping by his plug’s house to get his usual shit.

little did he know that taehyung’s plug was fucking hot.

⋆·˚ ༘ * it's a bad idea, right? (jungkook x reader & yoongi x reader) - oneshot (non-idol!roommate jungkook, musician!yoongi, and music industry person!reader, romcom, smut)

yoongi and y/n broke up and she wants him back. desperately. so much so that she got a fake boyfriend (aka her annoying BUT attractive roommate) to get him jealous. what a terrible idea.

O T H E R 

✿ - love drought (jackson wang x reader) - canon, oneshot (post-breakup, slice of life, angst, character study)

both of you are broken from past relationships, but chose to give love another chance when you met each other. when a misunderstanding and a long history of miscommunication leads to a breakup, you two are left wondering if you two were wrong for each other, or was it based on circumstances. on one fateful night, you decided to meet up with jackson to not only catch up, but to figure out the answer to the most important question.

#jungkook #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #writing #mine #gonna make this my pinned officially but anyway. this isn't really a writing blog exclusively #i'm just too lazy to make a whole new #writing blog esp if i already wrote shit here and tbh i'm gonna keep leaning onto this bc ok #i do have a few plot bunnies around and i need some time to flesh it out #but hopefully by year's end there's more to this #i do wanna write more bangtan fics just to keep my writing bug going and not lose steam bc fuck i love writing and wanna get better #i have a lot to work on as well like world building and doing chaptered fics but anyway! fanfiction writer katie is back baby #pls rly do not ask for requests like i will not fulfill them anyway and will make it very different from what you think #i cannot write smut for shit so don't ask me to write a 10k fic of jungkook railing you ok i'm serious

[m-jelly]

The bunny's keeper - Chapter 6

@ladycheesington <3

Levi x fem! reader.

Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, Levi has tattoos and piercings, bad boy Levi, protective Levi,

In this chapter: The team work together to set up and repair a community causing the mayor and the media to be interested in Erwin. Levi takes you on a date to a theme park, but while he's there he has to protect you from Seymore's men.

Massive thank you to @ladycheesington for helping me flesh this story out and helping with the side plot of Erwin and how the gang started <3

part 7

Erwin wiped his brow as he looked out at the park. The ground had been prepared and now it was time to start putting in the play equipment for children. He hummed a little as his and Levi’s men brought everything out and laid it down on the ground so they could map it all out. He glanced down at the plans when they were presented and assessed if they were correct. After a few alterations, the work began again.

Orders were called out, and teams worked together to create different playground equipment. The locals joined in building up the park for the kids. When you first arrived, the aim was to work on the shops and homes. After doing that, it was all about making sure the kids had a place to play. Everyone made it fun with music and a few people dancing and singing along.

While serving drinks and snacks, you noticed that a news team had turned up along with a very curious mayor. You put on your best smile and welcomed them. You handed them an information leaflet with everything Erwin was doing. “We made these to help the locals know what will be coming and what we have done.”

The mayor looked it over. “Incredible. Why is he doing this?”

You smiled sweetly at him. “Well, we all come from backgrounds like this. We all came from poor backgrounds or loss. We were neglected because bad people took advantage of how desperate we were. So, we raised money, put some of our own money together and started helping the community. We give them the tools to help themselves and we listen.”

He looked through the leaflet. “This is impressive. I must speak to Erwin.”

You pointed over to Erwin. “He’s just there helping put up a large slide. I’ll take you over.” You walked with him to Erwin. “Erwin? I have some water for you and the mayor here wants to talk to you.”

Erwin downed some of the water. “Thank you.” He smiled at the mayor. “Lovely to meet you, sir. I am sorry about how I’m dressed.”

The mayor chuckled. “No need to apologise! You’re working hard. Shall we have a chat?”

You gave him a thumbs up. “Go, Erwin.”

Levi slid up next to you with a little girl in his arms. “That the mayor?”

You nodded. “Yeah.” You saw the little girl. “Oh, hello there. You having fun today?”

She grinned. “Yes, Miss!”

Levi adjusted her. “She said she was feeling a little unwell. I was thinking she needs some sugar.”

You nodded and grabbed a chocolate chip cookie. “This should help you, little one.”

Levi smiled and looked after her. “That nice? My fiancée baked them.”

She giggled. “They’re yummy! Thank you.”

You grabbed a cup. “Do you want some juice as well?”

“Thank you.”

You cleaned her face after she was done. “There we go. All better.”

Levi put the girl on her feet. “You feel all better now?”

She grinned. “Yes, thank you.”

Levi ruffled her hair. “Go take a cookie back to your mummy, okay?”

She took another cookie from you. “You’ll be a great mummy and daddy someday!”

“Thank you.” He waved to her before turning to you. “She’s right.”

You hummed a laugh. “Is she now?”

He walked closer and wrapped his arms around you. “I think we would.”

You kissed him and purred. “Me too.” You smiled a little. “You’re doing amazing. This place looks so good.”

Levi smiled as he tangled his fingers in your hair. “Thank you.”

You mewled in delight as he kissed you passionately. You pulled back a bit causing him to kiss and bite at your jawline and neck. You started panting as your body began tingling. You glanced to the side and noticed the news team were locked in on you and Levi. It seemed like they were trying to show that Erwin’s gang was full of love.

Levi picked you up making you giggle. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

You gazed down at your man. “I can’t wait either.”

He carried you to a chair. He sat down and put you on his lap. “What do you want for dinner tonight?”

You thought about what food was in the apartment. “Mm, I could do a jacket potato with beans. I’m sure we have everything in the home.”

Levi blushed a bit. “Well, we have more money. The work you, Erwin and I have been doing has paid off. So, we can go out for a date.”

Your eyes widened. “What? Really?”

He smirked. “Yeah.”

You got nervous when you thought about money. “That’s amazing, but um…we should save our money up.”

Levi caressed your cheek. “We have a great savings account, my bunny. One dinner out will not ruin that.”

You gazed at him with a twinkle in your eyes. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Yes. Besides, I’ve told you not to worry about a thing. I’ll take care of you.”

You pouted a bit. “I want to take care of you though.”

He nuzzled his head against you. “I know. You take care of me so much. I eat like normal because of you. I take care of myself better because of you. I sleep like a healthy person should because of you. Fuck, brat, because of you this gang is now expanding and gaining power. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be looking after myself, Erwin would still be fighting against Mr Seymore and this gang would be tiny and not making a difference.”

You felt your cheeks burn. “I…you…umm…” You sighed. “You talk too highly of me.”

“I mean every single word, my lovely bunny.”

You hugged Levi tightly. “Okay. I’d love to go on a date. What do you have in mind?”

He pinched your cheek and smiled a little. “How about a theme park?”

You gasped. “They’re expensive.”

He kissed you. “We can afford it.” He kissed you again. “Tonight, we will order some burgers and tomorrow we’ll go to a theme park.”

You pulled at Levi’s shirt. “Mm…okay.” You gazed at him. “As long as we can afford it.”

“We can.” He squeezed you. “I need some bunny therapy before I get back to work.”

You gave Levi a big hug. “I am so proud of you.”

“That means a lot to me.” He softly said your name. “I’m proud of you every single day.”

You smiled a little. “We better get to work otherwise we won’t be able to part.”

He stood you up and chuckled. “You’re right.” He rose to his feet and stretched. “Alright, let’s get to work.” He leaned over. “Kiss for luck.”

You lightly kissed Levi. “Good luck. You’re amazing and I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You smiled a little before turning back to your post. You handed water out and some food to those who needed it. You made sure you had a gentle smile on your face. When someone got a bit hurt, you gave them a bit of first aid. It was nice seeing everyone so active and having fun. As you chatted with people you saw a gang walking closer, a gang that looked rough. You clenched up a little and made sure you stood protectively in front of the kids.

You stared at them. “Have you come to help us?”

The leader eyed you a bit before smiling softly. “Yeah. We noticed what you were doing. We wanna help.” He thumbed to some ladies. “We cooked some shit too. Help people to keep going.”

“Thank you so much.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “We were wondering…your boss employing?”

You smiled brightly. “He sure is! He is currently talking with the mayor right now, but I can introduce you to my fiancé who is in charge of recruitment.” You waved to him. “Follow me.” You led the man to Levi. “Grumpy? This gentleman here is asking about joining.”

Levi shook the man’s hand. “Good to meet you. Let’s take a bit of a walk and talk things over.” You gave Levi a cute little wave before turning back to your table. You talked to the ladies and pointed to where they could put the food. You worked together and dished out a massive lunch for everyone. The court was lively with people enjoying themselves. It moved you to see how one small idea you had for Erwin turned into such a fun community event. The mayor was even helping put up a few things in the park. It all looked so perfect.

You pulled on your shoes and gazed at Levi. “Are you sure?”

Levi nodded. “Yes.”

You felt your cheeks burn. “Are you sure we can afford this?”

He walked up to you and held you. “Yes.”

You hummed in thought. “Okay, if you say so.”

He pulled you against him. “I swear, my cute bunny, we can afford this. We’ve come into a lot of money these past few months since you suggested the plan for us.” He cradled your face in his hands and showered it with kisses. “You saved us. You allowed us to afford so much more. Darling, your impact on the gang means we can afford a better place to live very soon.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

He nodded. “We can afford it now, but I’m saving up. My plan is once we take down Mr Seymore, we will absorb a lot of his power, which will result in a lot of money.”

You tapped your forehead against Levi’s chest. “I’m not that great.”

“You are incredible.”

You whined a bit. “You’re incredible too.”

He held your hand and pulled you outside to his bike. “Are you going to be okay walking around in your shoes and jacket?”

You nodded. “I think I’ll be okay.”

He kissed your cheek. “Okay. If you need anything, let me know.”

“Promise.”

He put your custom helmet on and climbed on first. “Come on, bunny.”

You climbed on and hugged him tightly from behind. “Ready to go.”

He started his bike up and sped off through the city and towards the theme park. It brought him joy having you hold him so tightly. When Levi came to a stop at a light, he felt his heart flutter when you rubbed his tummy and patted his thigh. He placed his gloved hand on your hand resting on his stomach. He chuckled when you pushed your hands up to his pecs and squeezed. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it before putting it back on his stomach so he could drive off.

You gripped Levi again as he moved once more until he finally reached the theme park. You climbed off first and pulled your helmet off. “Look at this place! I’m so excited.”

Levi took his helmet off and helped you pack your biker things with his in the side bags. “You deserve a treat.”

“What about you?”

He held your chin. “Spending a whole day with you is my treat.”

You pouted. “Levi.”

He smirked a bit before kissing you. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

He pulled you along to the front and paid for tickets to get in. He glanced over at you to see you were worrying about the price again. “Darling bunny.” He pulled you against him. “I want you to only think about today, nothing else. Don’t let money enter your mind, okay?” He stopped and faced you. “Do it for me.”

You gazed deep into Levi’s eyes before releasing a sigh. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He handed you the map. “So, where do you want to go?”

You looked over the map. “Mm, I don’t mind.”

“Come on, sweetheart, anything you want. There is nothing wrong with wanting things.”

You released a long sigh. “I know, I just find it hard sometimes.”

“I understand.”

You nibbled your lip and pointed. “How about we walk to the far side of the park and work our way forward?”

He kissed your temple. “Fantastic idea.”

You led the way through the park and over to the back end. You eyed up the place and noticed a massive ride. You pointed to it. “This one first.”

Levi stared at the massive ride. “You like the fast scary ones?”

“I do.”

He smirked. “Makes sense. I mean, I am scary and I ride my bike fast.”

You purred. “But you’re not fast in the bedroom.”

He nipped your neck. “You’re damn right.”

You stumbled into the line and giggled as people glanced at you. You hummed a laugh as Levi hugged you from behind. “When shall we start planning for the wedding?”

Levi hummed in thought. “I would love to marry you now. Maybe we’ll marry after we get our big break. I want to spend a lot of money on you.” He nuzzled your neck. “I want you to be treated like a Queen. I’ll buy you the best wedding dress ever.”

You rubbed Levi’s arms. “I don’t need a grand wedding. I’m happy to sign a piece of paper and go to a bar after.”

Levi squeezed you hard. “No.”

You laughed. “Okay, we’ll have a nice wedding.”

He kissed your cheek over and over. “Thank you.”

You moved to a seat and climbed into the spot before pulling down everything to keep you safe. You smiled as the attendant came along and checked to make sure you and Levi were strapped in. You leaned forward and took Levi’s hand. “You okay grumpy?”

Levi hummed as he played with your hand. “I’d rather you be sat on my lap, but yes I’m good.”

You giggled as he showered your hand with kisses. “Levi, focus. We’re moving up now.”

He took a knuckle of yours between his lips and lightly sucked. “I want to devour you.”

You whined a little as you felt a fire burn inside you. “Levi, stop making me feel horny.”

He nipped your finger a little before sitting back. “Here we go!”

Levi smiled when he heard your squeals of delight and delightful laughter. The fun you were having was so infectious. Laughter erupted from Levi as he too started to enjoy himself going around on the twists and bends. He was even smiling when the camera went off and took a picture of the two of you. Levi was sure it was going to be a beautiful picture.

He climbed out of the seat first before helping you. “Are you okay?”

You giggled. “Yes, but I think my hair isn’t.”

He played with your hair a little. “There you go.”

You gazed up at Levi. “Grumpy, your hair is a bit wild too.” You reached up and moved it. “So soft.”

Levi hummed in happiness. “I’m thinking of getting it cut. Maybe an undercut?”

You gasped in delight. “That’ll look so sexy!”

He chuckled at your words. “Well then, I’ll get it done. It’ll also be smarter.”

“You’ll look like a strong and handsome baddie.”

He picked you up a bit and walked with you as you laughed. “Well, I’m glad you will still adore me.”

“Always!”

He glanced over to two men eyeing you and him. Levi knew instantly they were probably Francis Seymore’s men. Levi needed to act without you knowing, to keep you safe and to keep you happy. He placed you on your feet and handed you some money. “Could you get me something to snack on? Maybe some freshly made doughnuts covered in sugar?”

You squealed in delight. “Yes!”

He smiled as you ran off with the money. “So, you here to scare me or kill me?”

A man moved closer to Levi and fixed his tie. “A lot of accidents can happen at theme parks.”

The other with sunglasses put his hands in his pockets. “So many hiding places too for bodies.”

Levi clicked his neck. “You’re right. I can see them all now.” Levi slammed his foot against the middle part of tie’s lower leg causing the bone to snap in half. He ignored the man’s scream as he dropped like a sack of potatoes. He quickly jabbed sunglasses in the neck with the side of his hand causing him to cough and choke. “Come near me and my fiancée again and I will show you what I can do when I’m furious.”

You paid for the doughnuts and loved how warm they were. You walked out and looked for a seat. “Mm…”

Levi walked up to you. “Come on, my bunny. I’ve found a nice spot for us.”

You held his hand and walked with him. A small sob and cry of pain drew your attention away from your man. “What happened to those two?”

Levi brought you to a nice table with a sweet view. “Accident, they happen all the time.”

You placed the bag on the table and stared at Levi. “Levi?”

He picked up one hot doughnut. “Do you trust me?”

“With all my heart.”

He released a long sigh. “They were bad men wanting to hurt us and they were linked to a certain someone.”

You leaned over and bit the doughnut before Levi could take a bite. “I know what you mean. I’m guessing you’re protecting me by not telling me.”

Levi stared at the bite mark. “Yes. You owe me some doughnut.”

You kissed him sweetly at first before slipping your tongue into his mouth. You pulled back a bit and smiled. “How was that?”

Levi growled. “Better than any doughnut I’ve had before.”

You giggled and picked up your doughnut. “About the guys you beat up, Don’t worry, okay? You don’t need to tell me in the future about everything you do and everyone you beat up. Just keep me in the loop a little.”

Levi took your hand and showered it with kisses. “I swear.”

You smiled a little. “We should keep eating before it gets cold.”

“We should.” Levi admired you as you ate with him. He hummed in delight when he saw how happy you were. “Ready to go on more rides?”

“Yes!”

He walked with you to the next ride. “So, I just wanna say if I see another guy or pair I need to take care of, I’ll just say it’s friendship time?”

You giggled. “Sounds cute, but good.”

“Thank you.”

The two of you moved around the park as you went on different rides. Levi relaxed a little and made sure to keep his eyes open for anyone getting close to you. He knew very well that during this time when Mr Seymore was being pressured was the most dangerous for you as a couple. Levi was not going to let anyone hurt a single hair on your head. You were more precious than all the gold in the world.

Levi kissed your neck. “I’ve gotta make some friends, okay?”

You gazed at him with cute doe eyes. “Be safe and be careful with your knuckles, okay?”

“Promise.” He handed you some coins. “Have fun in the arcade.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you.” You ran into the arcade and started on the claw machine. “Oh, cute cuddly!” You stuck your tongue out as you focused a little. “Come on, I will win you.” You gasped as the toy slowly slipped from the claw. “No! You’re so close!” You flinched when a man slammed against the claw machine causing the cuddly to drop into the dropdown box. “Yes!”

Levi panted as he pressed the man’s face against the glass. “Did you get it?”

Your eyes sparkled as you gazed at him. “I did, thank you.”

“Good.” He smiled at you. “Keep playing more.”

You grabbed your prize and hugged it. “You’re the best.”

He smiled at your cute smile. “You’re so sweet to me.” He released the man and sighed. “I just have friendship time, okay?”

You nodded. “I’ll keep playing.” You blew him a kiss then ran into the arcade more and started up another machine. You point your coin in and started playing a platform game. “Been so long since I’ve played something like this.”

A large bang echoed out in the arcade and the wall shook, you ignored it because you knew it was your man working hard to protect you. You stopped playing once you lost all your lives and moved on to the next game. You saw another game where the prize would be a bunny toy, so you were determined to win it for Levi. You tried a few times and started pouting because you weren’t winning.

You shrugged off your frustrations, took a deep breath and then went for it again. You squealed in delight when you won the bunny. “Perfect!”

Levi walked over to you as he panted a little. “Bunny, you okay?”

You smiled up at him. “Yes. I won this for you!”

He gazed at the bunny and smiled. “It’s you.” He took it from you. “Thank you so much.”

You fiddled with your bag and pulled out a tissue. You reached over and wiped some blood off Levi’s cheek. “You’re welcome. Is everything all sorted?”

He nodded. “No more issues for us.”

“So, how about we go have lunch?”

He smiled and took your hand. “Wonderful. What are you thinking?”

You pulled him along. “Umm, I’m thinking maybe we get hotdogs? Oh! Burgers.”

Levi chuckled. “How about we go to a place that does both?”

You hummed in delight. “Yes.”

He picked you up making you squeal with laughter. “Today has been wonderful.” He carried you to a nice restaurant and plopped you on a seat. “Could we do a bit of wedding talk?” He blushed a bit and shifted. “Also, future talk?”

You picked up the menu and played with it. “Of course.”

He released a long sigh. “Future talk.”

You nodded and reached over to Levi and placed your hand delicately on his. “You can tell me anything.”

He locked eyes with you. “How do you feel about kids?”

You smiled. “Are you asking me if I want babies with you?”

He shyly nodded. “Y-Yes.”

“Do you want them?”

“Y-Yes.”

You lifted his hand and kissed his fingers. “Good because I want them. I love kids and I’ve always wanted to be a mum. I know we’ll be amazing parents together.”

Levi welled up. “We will. I can’t wait to have a family together.”

“I can’t either.” You giggled. “So, wedding talk.”

He hummed in thought. “I would like something nice and pretty for you. Maybe we could have it in a forest or a pretty field.”

You smiled a little. “Both sound perfect. I’m just looking forward to our honeymoon.”

Levi perked up. “We can go abroad.”

You whined. “I don’t know if we could afford that.”

“Bunny.”

You released a sigh. “No thinking about money.”

“Good girl.” You kissed your cheek. “The honeymoon will be perfect.”

You smiled sweetly. “I’m also thinking about going camping sometime soon. What do you think?”

Levi nipped your finger. “I would love that. Just you, me, a beach somewhere and all the cuddles.”

“Perfect. We can go on a little road trip.”

“I plan something. We can do it in celebration of taking down a certain someone.”

You grinned. “Great! Now, let’s eat.”

#levi #aot levi #levi ackerman #aot fanfiction #levi x y/n #fanfic #levi x you #snk levi #levi fanfiction #levi x reader #jelly fanfics #levi x yn #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n

[bluebirdsongs16]

Dialogue fic: "Some time later, up in Heaven"

Muriel: You summoned me, Supreme Archangel?

Aziraphale: I've told you, just Aziraphale is fine. And thank you for coming, dear. I wondered if I might ask for your help with something, if it's not too much trouble. *materializes a seat for her at his side*

Muriel: *takes the seat and turns to Aziraphale with a perky smile*

Aziraphale: *tries to keep a cheery disposition, but the longer Muriel looks at him with eyes full of innocence and admiration, feels his façade crumple, betraying his anxiety; he starts wringing his hands*

Aziraphale: The thing is, I have something I need to...confess.

Muriel: *gasps* Ohh, a Confession! I've never done one before, but I'll do my very best. *adopts a very serious, empathetic expression*

Aziraphale: *has trouble meeting their gaze, looking everywhere but at them; to stop his hand-wringing he fiddles with the buttons on his velvet waistcoat* The thing is... *he leans closer, as if shortening the distance his words have to travel will lessen their impact*

Muriel: *also leans closer, lips pursing and brows knitting together in concentration*

Aziraphale: I seem to have...oh, dear, this is so difficult. I, ah...rather recently--in the last 90 years or so--found that I have, that I have. *squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath, letting the rest of the words come out in a rush* f-fallen in love with...withCrowley. Even though he's a demon, I can't deny what he means to me, how he makes me feel. And...and I don't want to. Deny it.

Muriel: *doesn't react, except maybe to blink once or twice, still looking at Aziraphale expectantly, as if he's said nothing at all*

Aziraphale: *risks a glance at them, fearful of their reaction*

Muriel: And? I'm waiting for the confession bit.

Aziraphale: *completely flummoxed by Muriel's reaction, or lack thereof, and unsure how to continue* That...that was it.

Muriel: But I already knew that!

Aziraphale: You...you did?

Muriel: Yeah! I watched you and Mr. Crowley very carefully for a few days, 'cause, you know, Crowley said that's how it works, and I saw it! With my own Inspector Constable human eyes!

Aziraphale: Saw...saw what, exactly?

Muriel: That you're both in love! It was so obvious! You know, you're very good at this business.

Aziraphale: And what business would that be?

Muriel: The business of making love, of course!

Aziraphale: *flushes to the tips of his ears* Ahh, no no, you're mistaken, that's a completely different thing entirely! Something that you did not see me and Crowley partake in on Earth because it didn't--and couldn't--wouldn't--happen. *looks everywhere in the room but at Muriel, face still bright red*

Muriel: *is very confused by Aziraphale's sudden discomfort, because she very clearly witnessed how the angel and the demon make love happen around them on Earth, but doesn't push the point* Well, I know what I saw. And you know what I think you need more than confession, Mr. Fell?

Aziraphale: *looking fearful again* ...To take a swan dive into a pit of boiling sulfur?

Muriel: What? No!! *leaps up from their chair and wraps their arms around him, holding him tight*

Muriel: All love is beautiful, the greatest of Her gifts.

Aziraphale: *is shocked for a moment, but then embraces Muriel back tightly, clinging to them and burying his face in their shoulder as he accepts their hug that's acceptance and understanding and absolution all in one*

AN: Might flesh this out into a fic later on, might not. Just letting the plot bunnies stretch their legs for now. 😅

#good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens s2 spoilers #muriel good omens #muriel is the best angel #all love is beautiful

[hold-him-down]

Plz do give us the bts breakdown of the procedure and what it *means* literally, figuratively, strategically, politically, etc., etc. 👀

Quick breakdowns:

Literally: Leo's spinal fluid + bone marrow was taken against his will because he was a likely match to a rich dude's kid, who due to medical reasons, presumably, needed a donor.

Figuratively (using to be implied): Already established that workers are government property/cogs in a governmental wheel. The DLS is a government department, similar to the department of education or the department of motor vehicles, maybe more aptly. They're leased out to people, but the implication here is that all contracts include clauses that allow for temporary emergency measures to be taken in the event that a medical procedure is deemed clinically necessary. This is seldom invoked. Other implications to this piece include reproductive rights, organ 'donation', etc. How far can/will this go before it's too far? Probably pretty far but who knows.

Strategically: There are, and have been, larger strategic moves at play since the first first chapter in October 2021, I just got a little in the weeds with the whumpy little stories and have kind of fucked off from the greater plot for right now. An additional consideration is I have no idea what I'm doing 80% of the time, with just general plot bunnies in my head that aren't fully fleshed out, some groundwork gets laid here and there and eventually I'll tackle the plot of the thing. But This Evil Doctor was intentionally selected by people for reasons. And Leo was not given anesthetics for reasons. We know that historically, when undergoing really tough medical procedures, workers are generally treated as humans, and pain medicines/anesthetics/etc are generally used, because that much has been established at a few points throughout Leo's history. The bitch of it is that I have not fully fleshed out the details of the strategy, so for now, it sits at, there had to be a reason they wanted him to suffer.

Politically: I think most of these early chapters serve to help Luke understand exactly what is happening and to light a fire under his ass, so to speak. I know fuck all about actual politics so I'm not sure how much individual power senators have but I think it's not that much, but right now they're still in the phase where they're aiming for reform one right at a time and not going HAM on actually upending the thing, however, that's destined to change as soon as I get around to figuring out the smaller details.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk, AKA holdy uses a lot of words to say not a lot of things.

#lotta words #not a lotta info #institutionalized slavery #med whump

[yume-x-hanabi]

4, 6, 12, 19 please tell us about Minah, 27, 30, 37, 49, 61 and 65 for Concubinage, and 74

4. How do you choose which fics to write?

ig it depends on how obsessed my brain is with the random plot bunnies hopping around in my head? When I start thinking up narration sentences, that's when I know a particular idea wants to be written. Doesn't mean I always do it, though (in an ideal world with infinite free time, maybe...)

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

I haven't written in so long I don't even remember 😭

Looking at one of my latest wips, probably this one because it's incomplete lmao:

The room was as dingy as the rest of the inn and smelled vaguely of stale tobacco, but at least the bed was soft and the sheets were clean. He collapsed on the bed with a sigh of relief, head swimming from all the

(wtf was I trying to say? it's a mystery 🤷‍♀️)

12. Do you outline your fics?  If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them?

Usually not, and then it comes to bite me in the ass when it's ten months since I plotted the idea and I don't remember what I was planning to do 😅

There's one fic that's an exception cuz it's a fusion AU type of thing so I'm planning carefully how it follows (or not) the original's plot. Well, idk if I'll actually write the fic actually, maybe in this case the outline will be all there is, as a fun exercise for myself XD

19. Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters?

I love creating OCs, but like, they need a purpose. An OC just for the sake of having an OC or self-insert isn't my kind of thing (no shade to those who do, I'm just not wired that way), but depending on the story I might need to flesh out a supporting cast. And I love it when they slowly take life and develop.

Minah was a really fun case because she was supposed to be a kind of "throwaway" role, only there for a scene or two. She wasn't even planned like she turned out to be (I originally imagined her younger, for example). But then she... just happened lol. Within a few lines of her dialogue I was in love with her and she was just so fun to write, in a way she wormed her way into a bigger role than intended and I'm really glad she did because it works out so well in so many ways. Funny how things go sometimes 😂

honestly my OCs often end up surprising me in one way or another haha. rare are those who stick to the plan

(rest under cut cuz it's getting long)

27. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

Battle scenes, apparently 8)

30. How much do you edit your fics?  Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

I actually... don't edit that much 😅

ig in a way I edit in my head before I write? I've always been like that tbh, even at school--what I write down (whether fic, essay, translation...) is often very close to the final version. Of course I go over it a couple times once I'm done and tweak a few things here and there, but it's usually minor stuff. Sometimes I end up redoing entire scenes/chapters because I feel something's not working, but it's rather rare when it happens.

37. What fic has been the hardest for you to write?

Probably Fractured Lives? There's a reason it's only gotten five updates in nine years so far. I have to be in a very specific mood to write it, which doesn't happen often. A pity, cuz I liked the concept...

49. What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer?

I'd say The Best Laid Plans. It's got my particular brand of humor, and also some kickass battle scenes :p

Another one would be Strong Currents, cuz worldbuilding (plus getting Gaius and Wingul to have emotional talks lolol)

61. In Concubinage, what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

Probably Lin and Arst's first kiss. It's such a significant moment<3

65. If you wrote a sequel to Concubinage, what would happen in it?

I am actually vaguely planning a sequel if I can finish it. Basically it'd be the events/plot of the game, but with all the changes in settings brought about by the events of Concubinage. I'll have to think carefully about what will change, what will stay the same, and what will be a slightly different spin on things that'll still happen. I think the main difficulty will be to juggle Milla's journey with Gaius&Wingul being the main characters without them overtaking the plot. And also how close or different it should be to canon...

74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

Among my least kudosed ones, I'd say Chaos in the Ballroom (my Tales Big Bang fic). I know it's a bit different from my usual stuff, and relies heavily on knowledge about Agria's side story, but I put a lot of thought in that one.

#that was a lot lmao #thanks for asking #ask yume #nngh this is making me want to write again #it's been too long #fanfic talk

[novantinuum]

"Fi and Link bodyswap + he has a twin" fic sounds wild lol

OKAY ohohohoho this one be wild, because like-

So it's a fusion of a random "what-if" I had about Link and my younger sister OC Aryll being twins instead, and a wild plot bunny that developed in a server about Fi somehow being an active part of the narrative pre-Calamity, and her presence leading towards a far more beneficial outcome

I've written absolutely 0 solid words for it, but I DO have a 5K plot ramble outline, and the basic gist of it is:

So yeah, Link and my sibling OC are twins

Link pulls the sword as normal, is advanced to higher level training

Over the years, his twin Aryll begins to hear... voices... that she eventually determines are coming from the sword. The most distinguishable one... is calling Link's name

(All Arylls regardless of AU have a sort of sensitivity towards spirits.)

She eventually is able to forge some sort of direct contact with this voice, and thus her and Link discover that his sword is alive. Fi introduces herself. At the moment only Aryll is able to communicate with her.

The king, Zelda, Purah, Robbie, and a few others are alerted about this... situation.

Eventually Fi communicates that if they take the sword to a number of spiritually significant places, she may be able to build up enough energy to be able to project a form again.

At the third and last of these locations, the Spring of Wisdom, 17-yr-old Link and Aryll (alas Zelda is not 17 yet, and doesn't go to this third one) head up to go provide the Master Sword the last bout of energy it needs...

And then they're met by the mighty Naydra, slipping out from the cloud layer over the mountain, curling her serpentine body around the icy spikes until she is almost at eye level with Link, and there's a bright, golden flash, and then-

Whoooops! Body swap! Fi is suddenly housed in Link's body, and now LINK is stuck within the sword. It's all very disorienting and confusing, BUT- it allows Fi to have a lot more direct impact on the world.

First off, she's able to convince Rhoam that constant prayer and devotion has no bearings on Zelda accessing her sealing power, and eventually Rhoam acquiesces to Zelda spending more time researching ancient tech.

Zelda's early foray into the ancient tech and Fi's presence leads to the consideration that these devices have very poor security. Fi senses that there's a reasonable probability that Ganon- having already seen this technology- might be able to find some way to hack into it. So first off, they fix this loophole!

There's some problems as well, though... because of course no one has any clue how to switch Link and Fi back, and Link is sorta just... "I am... I am jus sitting here" in the sword. He can mentally communicate with Aryll and Fi, but that's kinda it. He feels incredibly helpless, and that's crippling. This is basically the literal personification of his greatest fear- that people ultimately see him as nothing more but an extension of a weapon.

Aryll deeply, deeply misses her brother. Before this, they've never been physically apart for so long. Seeing her brother's form and knowing that the individual within it is not TRULY her sibling is rough, even though she is patient with Fi, and accommodating as much as she can.

And Fi, Fi is in a whole confusing new world because here she is feeling physical sensations for the first time, experiencing kinds of social interactions she's never dealt with before... it's strange, but also... she quickly and swiftly begins to fall in love with the idea of finally being free of her vessel. With... with just existing, as a physical, flesh-and-blood living being. And yet she also knows that... that without being bound to a spirit, the Master Sword is just a sword. It will no longer function to seal the darkness. As long as the lingering threads of Demise's curse stand within this world, she can never be free.

There's a lot of other bullshit but ultimately this ends up becoming a "break the cycle" story. These are the youth who end this curse once and for all.

#jen rambles #loz #botw #aryll #(ohohoh i may not tag anyone else but i GOTTA keep together all my aryll content XD)

[theimaginatrix27]

AU August: Given the Chance—Deltora Quest

So several of my beloved Mutuals, all of whom are in the Yu-Gi-Oh! fandom, do this thing called AU August every year, where they semi-casually discuss various AUs that are floating around their brains.

And I have a lot of fic ideas that float around my brain a lot, and although many are not strictly new, as AU August ideas often are, I thought I'd spend some time this month rambling at length about AUs and Crossovers that become AUs, which I have not yet posted anywhere or written down very much of. Some of them are older than my Tumblr account, but I haven't talked about them in years.

For the sake of brevity, though, Magina will not be discussed in this month of ramblings. Magina is altogether too complex for a single month to adequately summarise it and I wanna talk about other ideas.

So today, we'll be discussing the newest of my AU ideas, one that popped into my head when I was dabbling in Infinite Loop fics again (I'll get back to the Sevenwaters Loops eventually, I promise). I mentioned this on the Deltora Quest/Roddaverse server, but hardly anybody goes there so I'm putting it up here. There's not terribly much flesh on the bones of this idea, but it does have potential, and even though I didn't need this addition to my ever-expanding warren of plot-bunnies, they will insist on breeding when I have my back turned.

So the premise is, Doom dies of old age after a long life of wanderings, surrounded by his family.

He awakens at the beginning of DQ1, in the body of his teenage self, with all the memories of his life as after leaving the palace. And because he's not an idiot, he decides he'll keep a low profile, and figure out a way to kill Prandeen before he can do any more harm, and explain the whole mess to Endon after the fact.

Except he doesn't need to. Because as soon as Prandeen gives Endon the belt and it shines for him, the new young king refuses to give it back. When Prandeen tries to take it from him by force, in front of a whole audience, Endon whips off the belt and snaps it onto the Chief advisor, and the entire population of the palace watches him go up in smoke.

Endon then spins a story Doom is sure is a fabrication, about having been told by Adin in a dream that his family had been deceived for centuries, and that things had to change before all was lost.

Of course, as soon as possible, he goes looking for Endon, and finds out this whole time-travel thing is partly his fault, but was also an offer he was given by someone as-yet-undecided. Ancient dragon spirits or Opal the Dreamer, or someone else made up for the story out of whole cloth.

But regardless of who did it, Endon watched Lief's struggles and his peoples' suffering through Deltora Quests 2-3, and couldn't bear it any more, so when the offer was made to prevent all of that, he jumped at it, though he did ask for Jarred, and maybe their once and future wives as well, to be in on the memory transfer. The offerer is only too happy to send Jarred when they can, though the other two will have to consent to being given the future knowledge via the Belt.

Basically it's sorta kinda a Peggy Sue, but also Jarred/Endon and their prospective spouses are going to solve all the problems in the three DQ series before they happen, with a few exceptions (Thaegan is still a thing after all), all so Lief doesn't have to suffer and Deltora doesn't get quite as messed-up as it did in the hopefully-to-be-averted future. Also lots of people who died in canon don't die here, like Min and most of the Jalis and many of the slaves who didn't make it. And Endon goes down in history as the saviour of Deltora, though it does take many of the people a looong time to actually trust him. The Sister of the South is destroyed first in this AU, though, so that's one way to endear the people of Del to you.

Like I said, this one doesn't have much meat on it, and it's one of those ideas I've not really written down as a result. Other ideas have more substance to them and a few scenes sketched out at least. But I do rather like it.

And yes, I know it's the 2nd in Australia, but it's still the 1st in the US, and also I might not post every day. I'm bad at consistency, or didn't you know that?

#Deltora Quest #My AU: Given the Chance #Au August

[bullforgery]

This is just a little question from one new-ish writer writer to a very talented one. But when writing a long story like your AU do you find it easy to stick to just writing that or do you find yourself getting distracted by other little plot bunnies and find yourself to wanting to write them instead, because I’m a fiend for that haha.

Also while I’m here, love the AU, loved what you’ve written for promptober. Haven’t managed to sit down and read the newest one because I’ve been so busy but looking forward to it when I have the time!

Hello fellow writer!

My writing process is finely labelled chaos.

I have the AU outlined in such a way that any little side-ideas I have for it I have to realistically cut because it doesn't serve the story, nor is it attached to the main idea/characters of the story. There's a whole side-plot running in the background that won't get revealed until possibly the last chapter. As such, this gives the allusion of the characters having lives outside of the story as side-plots develop without audience attention. (This doesn't entirely stop me from going "off-script" for certain scenes or ideas, as will become evident when I start posting, but it helps. I think one chapter got so far away from me that it became around 25k words from a 5k minimum. It had to happen. The Chilliad Tram and sketchy apartment break in's were on the line. Nothing could be cut! Character development demanded it!) When I reach a point where my brain starts to unbuckle from the idea of writing for the Red Lights AU, but I'm still in the writing mood, I simply switch writing projects to either a one shot or another long-form collab thing. (or finishing Promptober... I should really do that.)

For any writing plot bunny that I absolutely love but have no current thing to attach it to, I add it to my fic writing idea document so I don't forget it, but also so I can elaborate on it without needing to actually write it. It allows me to get out the bullet points of the idea and see if there's more to it or if it's just one scene I really want to write. Sometimes though, it's just about getting the idea out so you can circle back to it later cause you find inspiration randomly at 5am and need a well defined place to drop your uncoordinated notes to easily find later (in these case, I highly recommend adding as many details as you can at first conception of it because you may not understand your 5am sleep-deprived notes). Currently, the Fic Ideas Doc has around 20 prompts in it; from short one offs to scene ideas and a few AUs including Vampires, Werewolves, uh... a werewolf type thing, His Dark Materials Daemons –– with some more fleshed out than others. (I think I have all of Bondi's Daemons matched up, but I don't have a story for it yet.)

(And when I don't feel like writing fics because of the constraints of characters I didn't create, I switch to working on [Novel] and chip further away at the 400k word count. Eventually I'll get to the epic wedding/invasion massacre where I get to rip a hole in the fabric of time and reality and chuck a few characters into it, but for now... simple chipping.)

Thank you for reading my fics!

-Bull

#ask bull #i think novel is over 400k. but it's been a while since last word count. #i had to break up the doc it was in because it was so laggy. #also: post daemon list? y? n? #this post may have gotten away from me...

[animeomegas]

Some random ideas and plot bunnies from this evening~

1. Solomon having an equally immortal alpha that he’s been with for like a thousand years, but they vibe apart a far amount, because they’re very old and they have things to do. But the alpha manages to get into the Devildom to see Solomon during the exchange programme, and everyone watches manipulative, powerful Solomon get completely smitten with his alpha. He’s clingy and goes heart eyes every time he looks at them. Solomon and his alpha are the definition of a power couple too, so no one mentions the behaviour they just let let get on with making out in the RAD corridors oops-

2. L has his mating mark on the scent glands on his upper inner thighs, that way no one will be able to see just by looking at him that he’s mated, and that protects his mate from being targeted. Back in the day, omegas used to be claimed on both the neck and the thighs by their alphas, but the thigh marks became seen as archaic and from a time where omegas were little more than property, because thigh marks do not fade over time like neck marks do, and cannot be bitten over by someone else, the flesh is too delicate. Thigh marks can also only be received by omegas, not alphas, so omegas couldn’t give their alpha a mark in return. You can see why they are considered tasteless at best and abusive and prejudice at worst. L doesn’t care though. That’s what works for him, it’s no one elses business. And if this relationship fails, it doesn’t matter that he has a permanent thigh mark because he’ll certainly never mate again. This is a one time thing for him.

3. *tw: coerced mating and drugs* So, I’ve mentioned before that it’s almost impossible for a mating bite to occur if both parties don’t consent to sex, but of course, the shinobi nations found a way around that. A drug, that when injected to an omega, allows them to receive a mating mark without sex or consent or anything. And Sasuke if given some conditions for returning to the village, well just one condition really: he has to get mated. The council think Sasuke needs someone that will force him to care for and keep him in the village, so they contact an old friend of Sasuke’s who says yes to the procedure to stop Sasuke from being forced into mating someone worse. It hurts you so much to do this, but Sasuke agrees to you doing this so he can stay in the village, so you do. But the drug is potent and leaves Sasuke a shell for a few months. He can’t eat or bath without instruction, and he’s tired and clingy all the time. He just acts on instincts and follows you around silently, seeming lost and distressed whenever you leave him alone, but slowly, his personality starts coming back to him as the drug clears his system. And then, between them, Kakashi and Naruto start weeding out the council of corruption and evil and ban the practice done to Sasuke. The day the final council member that ordered his torture dies, Sasuke finally feels a little safe in Konoha. And he’s very glad that it was you over anyone else. 

4. Mic and his alpha met young, while they were still in UA. And Mic actually ended up getting pregnant while he was 17. The story branches in two directions. In one world, he had a miscarriage, something which he took very hard and that made him scared to ever come off birth control ever again in case of a repeat. In the other world, he ends up keeping the pup and raising them with his alpha. Mic is insecure over his parenting because of how young he was when his pup was born. At the time of canon, his pup is thirteen and Mic is only thirty. He hates when other people comment on the ages on him and his pup, it makes him so uncomfortable. I don’t really know where to go with either story, but they’ve been sitting in my head for weeks. 

#random thoughts #mic #bnha #sasuke #naruto #solomon #obey me #a/b/o #omegaverse #l #death note #reader insert #alpha reader #alpha!reader #hcs #headcanons #tw:drugging

[missus-shadowsinger]

Hi! Just discovered your blog and saw you’re having a sleepover. So could I ask for something with the fifth prompt from list 2 + the number 2 from list 5 please? ☺️

Hello and welcome! I love that your Icon is a sim. This blog used to be a simblr. I still play when I’m not on here!

I saw you sent in another message stating it’s for Bucky and when I saw what prompts you picked I about died. So hot so let get into it.

The prompt dialog will be in bold.

Minors DNI

Warnings: smut ( unprotected sex, daddy kink, p in v sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), breeding kink, degradation, brief mention of pregnancy, and masturbation) I think that’s it is porn without a plot.

It had been two weeks since Bucky had gone on a mission with Steve. Leaving you in your apartment at the compound alone awaiting his return. To say you were needy was an understatement. He made you promise not to touch yourself till he got back and even then he was supposed to take care of you. So why you decided to read a filthy book while he was away just to torture yourself nobody knows. But you did and now you lay in your bed craving his touch. Anticipating his return which should be any minute. You think to yourself that maybe reliving some pressure won’t hurt how would he know anyways as long as you stopped before he got here. You decide to reach down and just rub your swollen nub just a bit just to make it so you're not squirming. A gasp leaves your lips at the touch. It had been so long since it had attention.

You close your eyes and imagine it’s Bucky’s fingers there slowly massaging in circles. You are so engrossed in your fantasy you don’t hear the bedroom door open. You only realize someone is there when you feel the bed dip under someone’s weight. Your eyes fly open and your hand retreats from your clit. Bucky is looking at your pupils wide only leaving a thin line of blue around them. “Oh, Doll didn’t I say not to touch yourself till I get back?” He growls in your ear. You look at him and pout. “Yes, Bucky but-“ you whimper. He cuts you off. “ ah ah ah no buts, and you don’t call me Bucky remember.” He says running his thumb across your bottom lip. “ I’m sorry daddy.” You say and then take his thumb in your mouth and suck on it. Eliciting a moan from Bucky. “I should punish you. But, I know your small dumb bunny brain had a hard time resisting especially when I see that dirty book on the coffee table in the living room” he whispers in your ear. Taking his thumb out of your mouth with a “pop” and rubbing the moistened digit on your hard nipples pulling a sweet moan from you. “That’s is Bunny, did you miss my touch? Where you imagining me doing all those dirty things to you while reading that book? He coos while moving his metal hand down your body. The cool against your hot skin causing goosebumps and your nipples to harden even more than they already were. “Yes daddy, please daddy.” You plea squirming under him. “Please what Bunny?” He asks massaging your mound and getting awfully close to your nub but not actually touching it.

He can see your slick on your lips and thighs making his mouth water. It’s been too long without his bunny’s sweet pussy on his tongue. His cock is hardening under his tactical pants making it uncomfortable. He bites down on his lips knowing it will be taken care of soon. But first, he wants to coax a few orgasms out of you before burying his cock deep in those velvet walls. “Please I need your touch daddy, it’s been so long. I didn’t finish” you mewl looking right at him. Your big die eyes begging for release is all he needs to dive into you. Kissing you on your lips. Seeing his tongue begging for entrance. You deepen the kiss and your tongues fight for dominance. You’ve both been craving each other, hating these long spans of time away without each other's touch. He tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth causing you to moan in his mouth. He could never get used to those sweet sounds that leave you. Music to his ears. He climbed on top placing your legs on his hips allowing access for him to press his hardened bulge against your glistening pussy. Both of you growling “fuck” and the contact. He continues kissing down your body leaving small bites and nibbles on your neck and breast. Making you whimper only turning him on even more. Finally, he gets down to your pussy.

Leaving a small kiss on your swollen nub before sliding his fingers up and down your slit before entering. The sensation almost bringing you to orgasm. He pumps his flesh hand in and out of you finding that spongy spot easily while the metal hand works on your clit. “My god bunny your so tight and dripping for me already” he moans into your thigh kissing it giving it a soft bite. The act sending electricity up your body and the bundle tightening in your stomach finally snapping and a wave of ecstasy washes over you. " Fuck daddy, I'm cumming." you practically scream. Eyes rolling back in your head. Not giving you a break Buck lifts up your legs bending you in half and spreading your thighs wide as he dives in and eats you like a starved man. Ripping another orgasm from you minutes after the first. Gushing all over Bucky's face. Your juices dripping down his face he leans up and gives you a quick kiss before stripping himself of his pants that had painfully been holding back his hard cock. You watch as he strips though have dazed eyes watching his hard cock bounce against his stomach as it's finally released. Head swollen and dripping with precum. He walks back over to you. Climbing on the bed and hovering over your body slotting himself between your thighs.

He kisses and bites your neck had he glides his tip up and down your soaking slit causing you to shudder. Both of you moan deep from your chest. " I've been waiting for the day I come back and stuff your tight pussy with my cock." he growls into your ear and he bottoms out in your cunt in one swift movement. Both of you throw your head back and groan. He starts off painfully slow dragging his cock against your velvet walls. The friction causing that bundle to build up inside you once again. " Fuck Bunny you are gripping my cock like a vice" he grumbles through a clenched jaw. All you can do is mewl and moan. " aww is my Bunny too cock drunk you speak? IS my dick making you dumb baby?" He teases thrusting into you harder. All you do is nod while looking at him straight into his eyes. His eyelids heaving with lust. You angle your hips up making him go deeper and his head massaging your cervix. Causing you to gasp. " Fuck that feels good, a little too good actually... you trying to make me a daddy?" he moans. The thought of filling you up with his cum and having you swell with his child unlocks something feral inside of him. " Yes, daddy please cum in me. Give me a baby" you mewl. Hearing those words sends him over the edge. His pace was quickening. You tighten around him send you both to your highs. You gush around him as he coats the inside of your cunt in his cum. He thrust becoming sloppy. Finally pully out of you and crashing next to you. Kissing you like he has never kissed you before. He places his head on your breast and moves his flesh hand to your stomach. "You would be absolutely stunning swollen with my child, Bunny." he whispers. You look down at him and smile. " I'd love to be growing our little bean." you say. Bucky's eyes sparkle at the thought. Little did you both know that's exactly what would result from this night.

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[treybriggsthewriter]

This makes me nervous, but I’m going to post it. I’m going to try my best to achieve my goals. I’ve put in a ton of work already, so I’m looking for additional help. 

From the campaign:

My name is Trey Briggs, and I'm a black woman who writes paranormal horror, speculative fiction, and other types of fiction. You can find my stories at MaybeTrey , Astrid the Devil , and on Instagram , Medium , and Wattpad .

My stories are aimed at black people who want to read dark stories that focus on original black characters that are complex and interesting. I genuinely believe Black audiences deserve a variety of genres to delve into, and I want to introduce them to paranormal horror, dark romance, and fantasy that they haven't gotten enough of in the past. I also believe that this can be done across multiple mediums, and I spend my money with black creative professionals to make these experiences extend beyond my words. For the last two years, I've run my stories on sites and Instagram to great reception. I like to craft complex experiences that offer looks at character backgrounds, side and backstories, full websites for each title, and more. I also provide encyclopedias, maps, audio journals, and other ways to get into each world. During these last few years, I've run into a lot of walls, jumped a lot of hurdles, and tried my best. I've worked with amazing black artists, voice actors, and actresses, musicians, designers, and more. I trust my ability to run a project, especially when it comes to planning and finding talent. My overall goal is to run a team of black creatives that crafts novels, graphic novels, audio experiences, and animated series for a dedicated audience.

Why I Need Help Long story short: I have the skill, I have the marketing/website building/business experience, and I have the drive. There's a lot I can do on my own, but there's also a lot that gets left behind because I don't have the money I need to proceed at a steady pace. I need help with funding so I can focus, hire the right people, and craft these stories the way they deserve to be crafted. I have thus far spent over $60,000 of my own money on my projects over the past two years - the writing and site-building are easy for me; the rest has to be hired out. I have art, site costs for hosting, domains, templates, specific plugins, and maintenance, audio (and vocal artists to pay), musical, and editing costs. I'm by no means rich or even particularly financially stable. I have taken on tons of extra clients for my digital marketing business, transcribed hundreds of hours of audio for dirt cheap, and taken out personal loans. I even worked a second full-time job along with my full-time business last year to afford to produce the content I love. It's starting to take a toll on my mental health. I plan on continuing to fund these projects out of pocket (and finding ways to do so), but having financial help, however big or small, would allow me to move a lot faster and with less stress. It would let me flesh out ideas and concepts that I have had to scrap because I can only physically handle so much extra work. I run a full-time marketing business from home, homeschool my autistic 10-year-old, and generally have a busy life. Some of the strain is taking a toll on me, and I don't want to give up. Having some financial backing could allow me to drop a client or two after a few months and focus on the work I love to do.

How You Can Help I mainly need a start—a sort of base. I want to emphasize that I plan to continue to provide the main bulk of funding for my projects. I know my goals are ambitious, and I know each step will take time and money. I welcome any help to make the process smoother and to get around the initial hurdles. I'd like to have ebooks and novels offered on my site by the end of the year (along with the free serials and stories). Funding means that I can broaden the projects, include more free aspects to my sites, and secure direct financing through sales of ebooks and audiobooks sooner. It also means that I can offer MORE stories, whether they are online only or fully fleshed out novels and sites. I am swamped with trying to work enough to cover all my bills and creative projects, so I lose a lot of time I could spend plotting and writing. If I have better funding, I can get my stories out quicker (and with fewer mistakes).

The Initial Stories Let's talk about my stories! If you're familiar with my work already, you can skip to the next section. My main story site is Maybe Trey . Currently, I have two big titles and a bunch of smaller ones that I am seeking help with funding: Astrid the Devil

Astrid the Devil is the complicated story of a girl who inherits not only her family's features and DNA, but their fears, struggles, and fights. It's the story of a condition called Devil Syndrome, the women who suffer it, and the monsters that devour them. It's the story of the fight to save the people you love at the expense of innocent lives. At its core, Astrid the Devil is the story of a woman who inherits the chaos of three generations before her. It's a look at what is truly passed down to our children, and how they're left to fight our battles in the aftermath of our failures. It's the tale of an indescribable monster and the women who struggle to defeat it. It's a journey into how their every decision could save or destroy an entire world. Astrid the Devil is the story of Astrid Snow, but her story can't be told without the story of the women before her.

Vicious: On MaybeTrey  and The Vicious site (in progress)

Somewhere, a war is brewing.  That's the only thing that's for sure to Junnie Gorton, a young horned girl suffering from a debilitating disease called Horn Rot. She typically dealt with her low survival rate and abnormally large horns by escaping the world with her best friend, Lewish. Now she's forced to figure out which side is which, save her entire species, and find out the truth behind the sudden uprising in her home. Horn Rot, a highly contagious and violent disease spreading through horned people, is causing mass amounts of madness and death. Normal horns grow in ways that will pierce, suffocate, and maim their owners, and the only one who can stop it is Junnie's mother, Lyria. As Lyria falls deeper and deeper into an anti-social revolt, the country reels. While Junnie broods, her entire species must prepare for mass extinction. Her brother plots with a group of people with less than good intentions and Lewish is quieter than usual. In a civilization brought up on extreme violence and competition, Junnie and Lewish try their best not to get swallowed by their culture, their lives, or their horns.

Bunni and Bosque :

Bunni lives. Bosque dies. We all know how this story starts. Bunni is obsessed with destruction and death. She comes from the healthiest Horned family in her country. She's from the oldest, purest bloodline in the world. And she's bored with it. Bunni spends most of her time trying to escape her duties as a pureblood. She wants things dirty, messy, foul, inconsistent. Having parents that are willing to kill to keep their bloodline pure is annoying. Knowing that she'll live a long, full life, produce more perfect children, and die unscathed is agonizing. Bunni wants something to mourn. We all know how this story ends. Bosque is destined to die an agonizing death, alone on his family's land. He's watched everyone he loved and grew up with perish. Sometimes it was because of their disease. Sometimes it was because of the malice and hatred of others. While he's absolutely withdrawn and satisfied with his life, Bosque has never had a chance to live it. He spends his days basking in the sun, bathing in wood baths, and contemplating the end. Bosque isn't interested in joining the rest of the world. He'd rather die out, alone, where his family belonged. Bosque wants to go peacefully. But neither expected to meet each other one day in a supermarket. Neither expected to fall in love, lust, and every vicious and dirty thing between. Neither expected to be so right for each other, all while being wrong for everyone else. You know the end of this story. Bunni lives, Bosque dies. But maybe something will change.

My smaller titles, Bunni and Bosque /Aite and Jude, can be found at Maybe Trey .

The Business Plan

The initial phase of my business plan is to get the sites populated with ebooks and audiobooks for sale. I also have prints that can be sold. Right now, I am in the audience-building phase while I save up for editing the full novels. 

In terms of an actual business with which to publish the stories, I already have a registered publication company in Illinois: Wolfless Studios LLC. I took this step earlier this year with plans to self-publish Astrid and Vicious. So that is paid for and done.

I have also gotten initial editing done on the first six chapters of Astrid, though it will need to be edited from the beginning again once everything is said and done. I've spent over $1000 on that so far, and it would go a lot faster if I didn't need to save up to edit each chapter.

Astrid the Devil is fully plotted, outlined, and only needs the last three chapters. Bunni and Bosque and Vicious are newer, but plotted and already deep into character development (all being shared across social and Wattpad for audience growth). Aite and Jude and other shorts are plotted, and three other unshared stories are plotted and at the editing phase.

Other costs and ways I would use the funding (I would still put in my own money and do as much on my own as possible):

Initial $30K

$6000 - $7000 Line and Copy edits for Astrid (currently at 250000+ words/expecting over 300000 at $0.02 rate)

$6000 - $7000 Line and Copy Edits for Vicious

$3000 - $4000 Line and Copy Edits for Bunni and Bosque

ISBN Purchases (Separate ISBN for each format for each book) - https://www.myidentifiers.com/identify-protect-your-book/barcode

Covers for Astrid/Vicious/B&B Print Versions

Site Hosting Costs and Maintenance for 2 Years

Site completion for all stories

Initial store and app development

40K - Marketing and Graphic Novels

Social, Print, and Web ads

Email Marketing Campaigns 

Booths at Decatur Book Festival (depending on COVID)

Social ads and promos

50 to 60 pages

First two chapters offered as free promo with email sign-ups

Audio journals for each character

Situational audio journals

Encyclopedia for Astrid (finishing up)/Vicious

65K - Hires and Next Phases

Ability to hire a Full-Time Editor 

Audio Series for each (professionally done)

Vicious Graphic Novel

Additional Title Added

Short animations for both Vicious and Astrid (with plans to fund more with book sales)

Fleshed out Story Sections (Novellas for each character of each series)

Short comic series with Astrid and Vicious side characters

Possible to plan out monthly subscription service with new stories and 'story package' deliveries

75K -

Astrid the Devil Graphic Novel

Vicious Graphic Novel

Astrid the Devil Animated Short

Ability to hire part-time Web Developer

Additional bigger title

Anything Over - I ascend into pure light. And also, I can add titles, cover more mediums, and eventually expand my publishing to other black creatives.

From there, I should be able to handle the funding via sales of books, comics, audio, and more. Again, I will always offer mostly free content across the sites.

I believe in proof of concept, and I have diehard fans on my social platforms. With no outside funding, I've been able to a lot on my own. I'd love to expand my business into one that does the same for other black authors, artists, voice actors, and animators somewhere down the line. 

Thank you so much for your consideration. I appreciate all my readers, present and future, and I appreciate any help!

See incentives and more on the actual campaign: https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-trey-publish-black-paranormal-horror-stories

Thank you so much!

#support black authors #writeblr #support black creators #black creators #original characters #original story #donate #buy black #black businesses #my writing #Astrid the Devil #Vicious #Bunni and Bosque #Aite and Jude #Trey Briggs the Writer #paranormal horror #speculative fiction #gofundme

[babbushka]

For Flip’s birthday, can you please give us some hot aggressive smut? Like so hot that you have to hold onto his shoulder holsters for dear life while he rails you against a wall? :)

Anonymous said: Something about those leather shoulder holsters does things to me! I don’t have a good idea, but can you please use that for a prompt? SEXY SHOULDER HOLSTERS 😍

1.5k, PWP/NSFW (PIV, fingering, finger sucking, aggressive rough sex, spanking, spit as lube, biting, praise, no plot just sex)

It’s dark, in the supply closet. Most of them have a little light inside, but not this one. That’s alright you think, it’s better that it’s dark, less of a chance for someone thinking anything’s going on in there. You’re visiting him at the station, and he was too wound up to do anything other than tug you to the nearest corner hidden away from sight, too wound up for anything other than pouncing on you.

He’s grateful that you wear dresses on your visits to the station, always dresses or skirts for easy access, and as he works his jeans open, you’re grateful too.

In the dark of the supply closet he’s got you shoved up against the wall. There’s two storage shelving units on either side of the tiny room, but the back wall is cleared away and that’s where he’s crowding you. Sloppily he kisses you, hungry, desperate, achingly hard for you. His cock throbs, he feels hot all over, he has to fuck you and he has to fuck you now.

His hands are like brands on your body as he hikes up the skirt of your dress. Big wide broad palms burning into the flesh of your thighs as he spreads your legs, groans when he feels that you’re not wearing any panties. He groans again when he rubs three of his fingers through your slicked folds, when you moan and sigh, body pressing up against him.

“You’re so fucking wet, see how easy you take me? Soaked, you’re soaked.” He speaks lowly, voice deep, a baritone that resonates and rumbles down your spine, goes straight to your clit. He’s rubbing you there, the pad of his thumb pressing down in circles as the three of his fingers begin to pump themselves in and out of you, “I love this pussy oh fuck – ”

“I need you, Flip you have to hurry honey, I need your cock.” You whine, your cunt only dripping and drooling more more more for him. The squelch is loud in the closet, masked only by the heavy panting and gasps for air that the two of you swallow down, the little moans that spill out of your throat.

“I’ve got you princess, beautiful girl I’ve got you.” Flip reassures you as he returns to working on his belt, tugging it open and dragging down his zipper. He wants you somethin’ fuckin’ fierce today, maybe because it’s his birthday, maybe because you’re the sexiest thing in the world, but he wants you bad. “You’re gonna have to hold on tight, okay?”

That’s a signal that he’s going to fuck you six ways til’ Sunday, and automatically, your hands grasp at the strong leather holsters that wrap around his back and shoulders. They were custom made, Flip couldn’t fit the regular ones over his massive chest, they kept straining and creaking from the width of his body. Your hands curl around the straps as he hoists you off the ground, letting your legs wrap around his waist, sandwiching you between his body and the wall.

“Mm damn your shoulders are so broad, you’re so big.” You whine, biting your lip, tongue having a hard time staying your mouth as you ask, “Be rough?”

Music to Flip’s ears -- he lines himself up, rubs the head of his cock through your slick velvety folds, your cunt clenching in desperate anticipation of friction that only he can give you.

“Deep breath ketsl.” Flip warns, before shoving into you all the way, bottoming out with one rough thrust, not bothering to work himself in inch by inch, not when you’re both this hungry for it.

“Oh -- !!” You gasp sharply, but Flip’s hand smacks up to cover your mouth, stifling you. He’s anticipated that, and he keeps his hand there as his hips build up a fast pace, a brutal rhythm that has your body pushing up up up the wall, has your legs quivering and scrabbling to keep their hold around his hips.

“Shh, shh.” He kisses your throat, sucks a deep dark hickey there so that everyone in the fucking office knows who you belong to, bites along your exposed collarbone and shoulder from where the neckline of your dress has limply been pushed aside, “You can take it, you’re so good for me.”

“Hard, you can go hard, I want it.” You nod frantically, hands clutching at those holsters, palms sweating against the leather as you encourage him to really give it to you.

“Anything – fuck – anything my girl wants.” He pulls back and spits down on his cock as it fucks into your pussy, pushing his own spit into your cunt. He wishes he could eat you out, lay you down on the interrogation table and get you to scream his name – he’s done it before, he knows he can, but right now there just isn’t enough time.

There’s time enough for this, and Flip is going to make the most of it. The way his cock curves deliciously against your gspot has your body keening, and he has to do most of the supporting of your body because your limbs begging to shake as you pant and moan and clutch at him. His hips are angled perfectly so that when he thrusts out and back in, he hits that spot every time, and every time he does it, you drool onto the fingers that he’s shoved into your mouth.

The feeling is incredible, you’re so fucking full, so full of your husbands big jew dick that your eyes pinch shut even though it’s dark in the closet, you can’t take the pleasure, toes curling inside your pretty shoes.

“Yes! Oh yes, yes Flip right there – do that again?” You beg, a little too loud for the circumstances, and Flip grabs your face and gives you a shake, tries to impart the seriousness of the situation, even though you’re in a mood to be a brat.

“You’ve gotta be quiet honey-bunny,” His cock rams into you, he’s sweating in his clothes, sweating all over you, slick is oozing out of your pussy and coating his cock, the closet reeks of sex and all the surfaces are slick with the steam your bodies make, but still, Flip’s got the presence of mind to remind you, “Can’t let anyone know what we’re doing; this isn’t my office, it’s not soundproof.”

“Sorry sorry sorry,” You’re not sorry at all, as you whine and moan, high in the back of your throat, chest heaving, lungs gulping down air so fast it’s making you dizzy. Flip fucks you so hard that the storage shelves rattle, that things begin falling off the shelves and clattering onto the floor, but all you can think about it, “Oh fuck your cock’s big. Will you touch me? Please touch me.”

Flip’s hand shoves its way down beneath your skirt, and he rubs at your clit again, the poor thing swollen and throbbing, aching for attention. He thrusts hard and deep, so deep that he can feel the nudging of his cock rearranging your guts under his touch, can feel the way his cock splits into you as he coaxes an orgasm out of you.

“Right here, oh there there there yes!” Your head smacks back against the wall, the grip on his holsters starting to slip as your body tenses up up up, chasing that feeling, “Flip I’m – ”

“Come on my cock, it’s alright I’m close.” He’s focused on the coil of pleasure that’s winding up in his own body, and if there’s one thing he loves, it’s coming in you when your body is soft and pliant and relaxed, he always gets in deeper that way.

You gush on him, on his cock and his fingers, and Flip again wishes he could bury his face between your thighs, wishes he could make out with your pussy and drink you down. Your body convulses, hips and shoulders jolting with pleasure like lightning that sparks up your nerves. It’s so much, so wet, that he almost slips out of you entirely, but your bodies are too close together for him to really go far.

“I’m gonna fill you up, ‘kay?” Gritting between clenched teeth, Flip gives you the warning only a few seconds before it happens, giving you time enough only to nod frantically, delirious from your own pleasure as your eyes roll back into your head.

The moment that he starts to dump his load into you, Flip’s body sags against yours. He grunts and groans in your ear as hot come spills inside your pussy, mixes together with the spit sweat slick that’s already so much. You groan too, the feeling of being filled up having you moan and sigh.

Finally letting go of his holsters, your fingers seek out Flip’s hair, the scrape of your nails a welcome tingling sensation as they comfortingly rake against his scalp.

“Goddamn.” He’s careful to pull out, his hand at the ready to catch the overflow that he knows is about to start oozing out of you, fingering it back inside your cunt, fighting gravity as he kisses your face all over and praises you, “You did so well, keep that safe for me.”

“Mmmhmm.” You’ve got the case of the giggles already, and Flip can’t deny that he feels the tickle in his ribs too.

Letting your legs down, he holds you steady with sticky fingers, and you wince as you feel the hot trickle of his come begin to creep down your inner thigh. You’re thoroughly used, and it feels fantastic, even as your knees refuse to hold you up.

“Can you walk?” He’s concerned when he sees how wobbly you are, but all you can do is stifle your laughter with your hand and lean against one of the shelves for support.

“Yeah, just give me a second.” You grin at him, trying to look into the dark for the shape of your husband’s handsome face.

He gets the bright idea then, to strike one of the little matches he keeps in the book in his back pocket, the pinprick of light enough to illuminate a few inches of space.

“Hey look,” He reaches for something on the shelf, and you’re having a hard time making out what it is because the pleasure-spots are still dancing in front of your eyes, so he holds it closer to you and announces, “Paper towels.”

And it’s only two seconds later that the absurdity of the situation – the two of you fucking like rabbits in the supply closet of his work of all places – crashes onto Flip, that you take the paper towels from him, and he bursts into laughter.

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I am once again taggin' some flip lovin' friends lol @mochabucky @sacklerscumrag @artsymaddie @bitchydecisions @direnightshade @reyloaddict55 @thembohux @kylorenswhxre @sunflowersinthesnow @babayagakeanu @safarigirlsp @steeevienicks @materialisthicc @hswritingrecs @han68000 @rosi3ba3z @chapterhappygirl @loverofallthings @groovetoob @bxnnywriting @glassbxttless @angel-bxby3 @smallgirlbigpersonality @lovelyyy-luna @2000andwhat @raddo1975 @cornmousequeen @metsienmenninkainen @caillea @painttheskylineforme @holding-on-to-starwars

#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman/reader #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman imagine #flip zimmerman smut #adam driver fanfic #adam driver fluff #blackkklansman #flip zimmermans birthday bonanza

[20moonchild21]

𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 [𝗯𝘁𝘀]

⇉ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 5

[pairings]

JK x female!oc, Jin x female!oc, bunny!JK x human!oc, leopard!Jin x human!oc, JK x female!oc x Jin

[warnings]

mentiones of abusement, injuries, injured Jin, traumatized Jin and JK, suffering, angst, mentiones of feeling guilty, too much fluff

[words]

4.3k

[author]

I am so excited to finally add Jin properly to the story. I really hope you like the new chapter. The next update will next Sunday, because I am still stuck in my exam period.

Also, if you are looking for some other Hybrid!Bts au stories, I have a few pretty good recommendations for you.

My personal favorite is Inferiority complex written by @starlightauroras-writes. Please check out her story and leave a lot of likes. Her story s amazing!🥰

Don’t forget to also check out my other recommendations that I linked below that chapter.

Of you have any criticism or recommendations or other wishes, there is no need to be afraid to write me. I am open for any kind of messages as long as they are constructive! Don’t forget to like and leave a comment, so I know I can continue!

Also, thank you for all the likes and cute messages you left under the other chapters. It always makes me happy!

By the way, did you watch JK‘s livestream yesterday? He actually read out my comment, and I swear my heart exploded. Best moment in my life🙏🏼🙈🤤

Stay healthy and safe!

Mꨄ

[chapter 4 ||| chapter 6]

„Is he going to be okay, Hope?” Jungkook whispered, tears still spilling out of his eyes, as he watched his brothers injured upper body lying on the couch in Hope’s apartment.

Once the trio had arrived there, the girl immediately had taken off Jin’s shirt and tried to medicate his injuries. He had several bruises along his ribcage. Hope palpated over them, and finally came to the decision that luckily, that he had no inner bruises or broken bones.

But his scratched were another thing. Some were already starting to heal, but others were deep and looked infected. The girl carefully cleaned them all up with a wet clothe. Every time the wet fabric made contact with the open flesh, she would feel his muscles twitching under her touch. He must feel so much pain. When she was done, she opened her fits aid kid and covered all the deeper cuts up with fresh bandages, so they would catch other infections.

She soaked the cloth again with water, and drove it over the sleeping boy’s face, whipping off all the dust, sweat and dirt. Beside the scratches and bruises, Jin had a really beautiful face. With his plump lips slightly parted, and his deep brown eyes closed, he truly looked like a sleeping beauty.

“Yes, Kookie.” She sighed, as she threw her dirty cloth away. “He is going to be okay. We will keep an eyes on his injured so they won’t get infected again.”

She stood up from the ground, taking all the used supplied with her into the kitchen, where she disposed them in the trash can. For a short moment, she closed her eyes and leant forward onto the counter edge, trying to process the day.

Who could have told her almost three weeks ago, that her world would turn upside down from one second to another?

Studying law, she had read many cases from abused and misused Hybrids. She had read them back and forth, up and down, trying to imagine their how they must feel. But nothing she had read could compare with reality.

Reality had hit her hard since she had seen the real suffering in this world. In the past, she wanted to stand up for Hybrid law, because she thought that they were disadvantaged in this society. But now, now she wanted to stand up for them, because they were suffering in this society. Suffering from the species that called themselves human.

But right now, she could do nothing but being there for those two Hybrids. She had no other choice. She turned around and wated to go back into the living room, when the scenario she saw made her stop in her tracks.

Jin was still lying peacefully on the couch, his chest was rhythmically falling up and down. Jungkook kneeled in front of the couch, so he could be at the same level as the sleeping boy. His hand was still holding Jin’s, as he had pushed himself further up, with his head buried into the creak of Jin’s neck and shoulder. He was slowly moving and rubbing his head along the sensitive skin, spreading his scent all over his brother.

Among Hybrids, scenting was one of the most intimate ways of showing his affection to one another.

The girl stayed silence in the kitchen, just watching how carefully and lovely Jungkook was threatening his brother. She absolutely didn’t want to ruin that moment between those two.

Jungkook spent the whole evening running around the apartment, making sure that Jin was okay. He got him some more blankets to cover his shaking body, pillows to make sure that he head was stable, he made him warm tea, that we always ended up drinking himself, because Jin was still sleeping.

It took the girl much to convince him to at least leave the couch and eat dinner with her at the table, but when his stomach growled loudly, he eventually showed insight and left the sofa.

“Jungkook, he is fine. “ He ripped his gaze away from his brother on the couch. “Come on, I bet Jin would want you to eat your food.”

Jungkook sighed loudly, ears hanging weakly at the side of his head. How could he eat peacefully, when he knew that his brother went through hell and back since his escape. If he just had stayed there, with is old owners, Jin would have never been treatened so badly. But he also would have never met Hope.

He looked up from his plate, just to see the girl looking at him worriedly. She seemed to be often concerned about him. He saw the way she would ask him if he was okay, or how she would tell him to eat enough when he said he wasn’t hungry, or how she would cry and try to conform him the night he broke down.

He didn’t mind though. Never, in his life someone had been worried about him. She gave him anything: a bed to sleep, foot to eat and just a place to feel safe and….home. Even though he had only known her for a little more than three weeks, he felt like this was the place where he belonged.

But even though he was happy she allowed him to live with her, there was also this other voice in his mind. The voice that always reminded him that he was only a guest in her house. And every guest had to leave at some point.

A shiver ran down his spine. He feared the day she would come to him and tell him that he and Jin had to leave. Where would they go? Would they have to go back to their old owners?

No, they were not their old owners. They still were their owners. And this meant that they would have to go back to them. He would never lay in his soft bed again. He would never read in his favourite book again, the one with this little daws and Hobbits. He would never look at the photo wall again, wishing that there was a phot of him and the girl, too.

“What is going on in your pretty little head?” Hope had carefully laid her hand on top of his, a small smirk played on her lips. “I can see your mind racing.”

“I just –“ He wanted to tell her his concerns, but he decided against it. Today was not the day he wanted to hear that they had to leave. “I just – thought about that Jin might be hungry. He looks pretty thin.”

“But he is asleep right now.” She squeezed his hands a little bit. “But as soon as he wakes up, he can eat as much as he wants, okay?”

The Hybrid forced out a small smile and nodded his head. He would just try to enjoy the time that he had left.

After dinner, Jungkook had gone straight back to the couch, curling up beside his brother. Not once this day had done anything else, besides lying next to Jin and waiting for him to wake up. It was cute to watch though. Jungkook had a big heart, and the girl knew that he wished for nothing more than to just get the love back he gave to others.

Earlier, when the witch had told her, that they had given Jungkook up for adoption, Hope had felt a giant stone falling from her heart. She had feared that they would still be looking for him, wanting him back at all it costs.

But with he being free to be adopted, she could sign his papers while re-registering Jin. Even though she had his papers and deed of ownership, she needed to report her adoption to an authority. But she wanted to wait for Jin to fully wake up before she would do so. After all, she didn’t know if he or Jungkook even wanted to be adopted again.

She couldn’t offer them a luxury life. She would first had to make herself a name in the lawyer business, which will take a lot of time, because Hybrid lawyer often don’t get much appreciation. But don’t matter what the both of them will decide, she would have to accept their wishes, even though it would break her heart.

With the bunny Hybrid in her apartment, it was the first time in years that she felt truly happy again. Since her mother had died and her friend moving away for college, she had felt alone in her life. There had been no one to wait for her until she came home from college or work, or someone with whom she could talk at the dinner table.

She truly enjoyed the time with the Hybrid.

She sighed, as she looked over to the sofa, where Jungkook was still curled up next to Jin, reading his favourite book. She smiled when she thought about his fascination with the Hobbits. He had found that book a few weeks ago, while scanning through her book shelf.

He had told her every day what happened in the book, and though she knew the plot of the book back and forth, she listened to everything he told her. Once he had been done with reading through the book, he just read it from the start again, not even thinking about tying another one.

“I think I will go to bed earlier. “ She said, as she made her way over to the sofa, holding a mug with Jungkook’s favourite tea in her hands. “I am pretty tired.”

The bunny looked up from his book. He watched her putting the mug on front of him at the small table, before she took a seat next to him at the sofa.

“Can I – “ Jungkook hesitated for a moment, before he began to speak again. “Can I sleep on the sofa tonight with Jin Hyung. I don’t want to let him alone. What if he wakes up and don’t knows where he is. Or if he –“

“Jungkook.” The girl stopped him, smiling slightly. “Of course you can sleep here. Shall I get your blanket and pillow?”

He quickly nodded, as a small shade of red began to spread over his cheeks. Hope stood up and walked over into his room. Jungkook was a very tidy and organized Hybrid. He made his bed every morning, every piece of clothes in his drawer was exactly folded and stacked up and he even had managed to organize her storage room, the so called ‘Chamber of secrets’, which she had failed to clean up for several years.

(Do you know on which scene from TBBT I am referring to? I love it :D)

She made her way over to the bed, carefully taking the blanket and pillow into her arms, trying to not carry it to close to her body, so her scent wouldn’t be all over it. A smile played on her lips, as she remembered the day when Jungkook insisted on washing Brian’s clothes, because he didn’t like to smell another male on his clothes.

When she turned around to go back to the living room, her eyes caught something on the Hybrid’s desk. Next to desk lamp laid the notebook she gave to Jungkook a few weeks ago. It wasn’t closed like, the open page pointing upwards.

She didn’t want to invite his privacy, but when she saw the sketched lines from the distance, she got curious. She often had wondered whether he was writing or sketching in there, when she watched his hands sliding wildly over the pages.

Hope took a few steps closer, looking back at the door to make sure Jungkook wouldn’t catch her looking at his private things. When she bent over the small back, her heart skipped a beat.

Jungkook had indeed sketched something. The lines were soft and accurate, taking all the space the page could offer. The picture had been drawing from the perspective when sitting at the dining table, the place where the bunny sometimes sat while she worked on her computer.

In the background, she recognized her kitchen, with the white fridge and the small hatch, and in the font ground she saw herself sitting. She was amazed by the precision he had drawn her hair falling over her shoulder and the feature of her face looking concentrated at the laptop in front of her.

Next to the her in the picture, he had written 4 capital letters. The letters were messy and scrawly, but she could read them without problems: 卄口ㄗモ

The girl’s heart swell with love. He had drawn her into his notebook, the place where he kept the deepest thoughts of his mind.

With the proudest smile on her face, she made her way back into the living room. She carefully placed the blanket over and pillow next to Jungkook, before she made her way over to Jin one last time, checking if he was okay.

When she was sure that everything was fine, she made her way over to the front door to turn off the great light in the room. The small lamp next to the TV was now the only source diving the room with cosy and warm light, just enough that Jungkook could still read his book.

“Good night Jungkook. Don’t read too long, you need your sleep.” She walked up behind him and bent down.

With her all braveness bundled, she pressed a short kiss on the top of his fluffy hair, before bending back up. Luckily, the room was dark enough to hide her reddening cheeks, as Jungkook looked up. He closed his small book, laying it to the side.

“Thank you for saving my brother.” He whispered, as he took her hands in his bigger one, squeezing them slightly.

“Anytime.“

When she woke up the next morning, the flat was unusually quiet. Normally, she was woken up by the dull tones of Jungkook’s boxing gloves hitting his punching bag. He would always wake up before her, already finishing his morning workout. She wondered every day, where he took his motivation from, but she didn’t mind though.

She changed into comfortable clothes, and carefully made her way up into the living room, trying to be as quiet as possible, in cases both Hybrids were still sleeping on the sofa. She tippy-toed through the hallway and peeked around the corner.

Jungkook was sprawled out on his back. He had his legs spread, and he blanket was only covering half his body, making his left leg stick out and hanging loosely off of the sofa. With his arms lying beside his head to either side, and his mouth slightly parted, and ears laying loosely on the sofa, he looked like someone had shot him.

Hope smiled at this scene in front of her, slightly shaking her head. It was nice to see how safe and comfortable he felt around here. She moved her gaze away from the bunny, and looked over to the other Hybrid lying on her couch. To her surprise, her eyes met big, brown orbs looking back at her.

“Good morning, Jin.” She said softly, as she went around the corner.

She tried to make her voice as smooth and warm as possible, showing him that she didn’t want to put any harm on him or Jungkook, after all, he didn’t know how happy Jungkook had been over the last weeks.

Jin, however, didn’t reply. His ears were pressed flat against his head, as he kept looking sceptically at the girl, before his gaze fell onto his naked upper body, that was half covered by a blanket.

“We had to take your shirt of yesterday.” The girl quickly said, knowing exactly what was going on in his head. “You have some pretty infected injures. I just wanted to wrap them up. I hope this was okay?”

He hesitated at first, but eventually nodded as a small shade of red covered his cheeks. He pulled the blanket, that had slide down his torso, up a little bit higher. It was obviously embarrassing for him to lay half naked on her couch.

“I think Jungkook wouldn’t mind borrowing you one of his shirts.” She quickly said. “I will get one for you.”

She turned around and got the shirt from Jungkook’s drawer, before going back and giving it to Jin. He carefully reached out and took the piece of hands out of her hands.

“I will just go and make some breakfast.” She was about to leave, before something came into her mind. “You can try waking up Jungkook. He wouldn’t want to miss eating his flakes.”

She made her way into the kitchen and started to prepare the breakfast as she always did each morning. Sometimes, she would hear some deep voices coming from the living room. Jungkook seemed to be awake by now.

“Kook, is it really safe here?” She heard Jin asking, as she was about to get the milk out of the fridge.

“It is, Hyung. Hope is the nicest girl in the world. She even gave me my own room and…” He kept rambling about the most normal things in the world, which made the girl even sadder. He shouldn’t be this exited to have his own bed to sleep in. She sighed and turned her attention back to the fried egg in the pan, before she heard Jungkook’s cracking voice“…I – I really missed you, Hyung. I thought that – that they – “

“Shh. It’s okay, Kook.” Jin whispered back. “I only wanted you to be safe.”

Hope gulped in the kitchen. She knew how much it hurt to loose someone you love. But she didn’t want to imagine how it must feel to not know if someone you love is dead or barely alive and tortured to death.

She waited another 5 minutes, making sure that she would not interrupt the moment, before she carried the pan into the dining room. Jungkook was just pulling away from hugging Jin , before he stood up and stretched his arms into the air, as well as his ears.

“Did you sleep well, Kookie?” The girl asked amused, as she pulled her chair back and took a seat.

Jungkook helped Jin up from the sofa, and led him the way over to the table by holding his hand. He pulled himself his chair back and sat down as well, gesturing for Jin to sat down, too.

“It’s okay.” The bunny said, as he saw Jin’s hesitation. “You can sit down and eat with us.”

Jin’s eyes flicked from Jungkook over to the girl, waiting for her to give him permission. Hope smiled softly at him, as she placed her mug back down and nodded at the standing boy. Jin hesitated again, before he carefully took a seat beside Jungkook, eyes never left the girl to make sure he didn’t do anything wrong.

“Do you want to try those flakes?” Jungkook held his bowl directly under Jin’s nose.

The older boy was clearly overwhelmed by the whole situation. His ears kept wildly twitching around, as he sniffed at the bowl, looking confused and scared at the same time.

“No.” He whispered, sinking his head down.

“But you must be hungry, Hyung!” Jungkook had placed his bowl back down in front of himself.

He was asking Jin all over again if he wanted to eat something and why he refused to eat something, but Jin just shook his head every time.

“Jungkook, don’t force him to eat something.” Jungkook dropped his ears but nodded, turning his attention to his own bowl, while the girl spoke now into Jin’s direction. “Jin, you don’t have to eat something if you don’t want to, but you are free to eat whenever and whatever you like. You don’t need to ask for my permission either. Just – do what makes you happy.”

Jin looked at her with wide eyes, still trying to figure out if she was serious or not. He nodded shyly, before he looked at the munching bunny next to him. Jungkook smiled with his mouth closed, before reaching over towards his orange juice. He lifted the glass and gestured for Jin to take it.

Jin’s eyes flicked towards the girl once again, but she avoid his gaze on purpose, pretending to be busy with her toast. With the slowest movement, Jin reached out for the glass, taking it out of Jungkook’s hand. He looked at it, before placing it on his lips.

While he drank, his eyes kept flickering between his brother and the girl, watching every movement form both of them closely. After his glass was empty, he carefully sat it back down on the table. Though he kept his gaze down, Hope saw his eyes flickering over to slices of bread lying in the small basket.

“You can take the bread, Jin.” As soon as she spoke his head shot up, as if he was caught doing something bad. “There is more than enough for the three of us.”

Jungkook confirmed her offer with a quick nod, and eventually, Jin reached his hand out to take a slice of bread. Though he refused to put something onto his bread, Hope was glad he eat something after all.

Breakfast went over without any other incidents. Jin kept munching at his bread, while the girl carefully introduced herself, telling him about her life like she did when she met Jungkook. Jin didn’t reply, he nodded from time to time, but stayed silent.

The only time he actually responded, was when she mentored how she had found Jungkook and taken him in. His ears dropped down onto his head.

“Thank you for saving Jungkook.” He had whispered, before bowing his head slightly.

Once they were done eating, Hope told Jungkook to give Jin a small tour while she would do the dishes. The bunny was more than eager to show his older brother everything in the house. He grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the table.

Hope watched with shaking head, as Jungkook dragged the confused boy into his own room, where she could hear him rambling nonstop about every little detail.

She turned her attention back towards the dishes in the sink. Later that say, she would have to call the authority, to make an appointment for re-registering Jin and signing Jungkook’s adopting papers, of course only if both of them will agree.

She didn’t want to bring the topic up this early. Jin had been here for not even one day. It would be hard for him to decide if he wanted to stay or not, and Jungkook would probably make the same decision as his brother, because he didn’t want to be separated from him again.

This meant she would set the appointment in about 1 week. Hopefully, this would be enough time for Jin to at least trust her enough.

“….And this is the photo wall.” She turned around and looked at Jungkook, who was still holding Jin’s hand. “This is my favourite wall of the entire apartment. I look at the photos every morning or when I am bored….”

She watched as she took a step closer, looking interested at the different photos. Hope honestly didn’t know why Jungkook was so fascinated about the photos hanging on the wall. Sometimes, she would watch him how he sat in front of that wall for over 30 minutes, just staring at the photos.

It was adorable thought. The picture surprise for his birthday was a good idea.

“….And this is Hope at her graduation party. Look, she was one of the best students in her year. She is so smart. And this is Hope and her mom at her mom’s birthday. But her mom died a few years ago. Hope is very sad about this, because she said her mom was the best mom in the world. And this are Hope’s friends from High School…..” Jungkook kept rambling about every single picture, talking about them as if they were the most precious things in the world.

Jin was still staring at the pictures, giving Hope the chance to watch his profile. He was as tall as Jungkook, but definitely slimmer than him. He had shaggy brown hair, that fell smoothly over his forehead. At the top of his head set a pair of fluffy, black, brown and white ears, that twitched back and forth.

It was just now, that the girl actually saw Jin’s tail. Since he was a Leopard, his tail was much longer. It reached about the almost the middle of his calves. It was covered with fluffy fur and black stripes all over.

She broke her staring when she noticed Jungkook finishing his monologue, not wanting to make her new guest uncomfortable.

“Hope!” Jungkook came running up excitingly at the girl when he saw her standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Where did this boy take his energy from all the time? “Jin-Hyung likes my room very much. I thought that he might can share my room with me?”

Hope wasn’t surprise by this question. She could tell that both of them were really close, even if she hadn’t known both for long.

“I – ehm – I can also sleep on the fl – “ Jin’s cheeks were covered in red, as he stuttered about sleeping on the floor.

“It’s okay, Jin.” The girl quickly interrupted him. “You can sleep wherever you want to sleep. If you want to share a room with Jungkook, that’s fine by me. There are also 2 more empty bedrooms, so if you change your mind, you can also sleep in there. It’s your choice.”

“Please, share a room with me, yeah?” Jungkook was squeezing and tugging Jin’s hand, begging him to sleep in his room.

“Okay, I – I will share.”

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horror and chill

Ledger!Joker x Female Reader one shot

Summary: You and J watch a horror flick. Eventually you both grow bored, turning your attention onto one another. You don't make it through the movie.

Warnings- Cursing, NSFW, SMUT, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, light knife play, spanking, use of the word daddy(once), unprotected sex, brief degradation, choking, light blood play, J style fluff, ages 18+

This sort of popped into my head while I was watching a scary movie. I'm a sucker for watching horror movies in the dark. Let's just say my self indulgences deff kicked in with this one whew! Also forewarning, it’s very long.

The month of October has always been a favorite for you. That time of the year when Autumn is in full effect. The air outside is cooled down, where it's not too hot and not quite cold yet. Seasonal items return with a comeback, available to stock up on- whether they be edible goodies or scented candles. Then, of course, there's Halloween. Or spooky season, as the kids like to call it.

That special time where watching horror movies is an absolute must. Ordering takeout, nothing on but panties and an oversized tee, cuddling on the couch with a blanket, turning out all of the lights, and blasting the volume on the television to get the full effect. Yeah, it's one of your most prized traditions.

You and Joker have been together for well over year now. Let's just say he was around this time last year. He knew of your passion for this month, but he hasn't fully experienced it with you. Since that was a point where your relationship- if that's what you want to call it- was still fresh. Too early to establish complete trust and understanding in one another. Actually, you believe that still may be the case for J.

Not that you have anything against it. He's a highly complex and guarded man, he has a difficult time trusting people. In fact, he doesn't. But he's allowed you- and no one else- to come this close into his life, and it's pretty damn close. He trusts you enough and he's trying. There's nothing you'd ever do to betray that. You've come to accept it'll take a longer period before you'd get there fully.

Though it can be rough sometimes, you've had your fair share of fights. But he's never given you a reason to leave. You trust him, you've grown to love him. And while J would never confess to it, would never say it aloud, he adores you. He shows it in everything that he does for you. As for love, you've become aware and accepted that the word doesn't apply to him. He can't love. And that's okay.

Fast forward over to now, already a week into October. It's a Saturday night, and you're ready to continue your cherished routine, but with your beloved J. You've only watched two horror flicks thus far. Both nights had been alone, minus him and the takeout. He's been busy with his usual chaotic jobs, which kept him out later hours into the night. However you don't care about that right now, he called and informed you that he'll be home for tonight's showing.

"An' don't ah, don't ya dare start without me." J warned on the other end of the phone line.

"Well then you better hurry back," you playfully teased into the phone, "I already ordered the pizza and the movie is set to play."

That conversation ended about forty minutes ago. You sat on the couch in your shared apartment, waiting for him. Everything good to go, pizza has arrived, scented candles are lit, movie ready to proceed at the click of a button, and the lights are off- save for the small lamp by the entryway. The overall setting feeling eerily, just how you like it. It also feels quite romantic, which is a bonus.

You're wearing one of J's dress shirts with a blush thong underneath. Wrapped snug in a huge fluffy blanket in your designated spot(rightfully decided by you as this was your apartment first). Since he prefers to keep the apartment cold, you tend to get chilly a lot. Which was fine considering you have J and a vast selection of blankets to keep you warm. Currently, you have the blanket. All that's missing is J.

What's taking him so long? I'm gonna start the movie, I don't care. He'll just have to deal with it.. and I'm not rewinding it either.

You began to ponder while sitting in silence. Fingers tapping impatiently on the remote, debating whether or not you should carry on without him. With a loud huff, you glance over at the pizza box on the small table directly in front of you. In the amount of time you've waited, you managed to eat two slices already.

Then, you heard the familiar ruffling noise at the front door. The sound of the lock hurriedly being turned getting you to shoot your eyes towards it without moving your head. The door swings open and in walks J in all his glory, quickly shutting and locking the closure behind him.

"I'm home-ah!" A lilt in his voice as he exaggerates his arrival.

"You're late," you return displeasingly.

He narrows his glare at you, "well uh, hello to you too."

Rolling your eyes, you motion with your fingers, "I was this close to starting the movie without you. What took you so long?"

J works on shrugging off his plum trench coat. "What can I say? It was such a ah, easy breeze to get here." He throws sarcastically.

Shaking your head, you laugh, "I'm sorry J, I didn't mean to sound rude. I just missed you is all." You really do appreciate the extra efforts he goes through to make sure he gets here safe and undetected. To not be traced or followed. Be it by his fellow rivals, Gotham police, and in some cases- the Batman.

"Yeah doll, I know," he licks his lips, "I know." You watch him remove a few of his other articles to get more comfortable. His face paint isn't too disheveled which tells you his day went rather smoothly. Or as he prefers to call it- boring.

You open up the blanket to make space for him. Patting the empty spot right next to you, "hurry and get over here, pizza's getting cold."

Left in his purple slacks, dress shirt, and socks, he shuts off the last light before making his way over to plop onto the couch next to you. He allows you to snuggle against him. With the cover behind him, he doesn't feel the need to wrap himself in it. You, on the other hand, have your end burrito wrapped over you. Finally, you stick your hand out the blanket to hit play on the remote.

Twenty minutes in, you were beginning to grow less and less interested in the film. Nothing but a predictable storyline with a bunch of weak jump scares. Not to mention the overly cheesy acting. Though it wasn't completely terrible, it had a few good points to it. However this film probably won't make it onto your rewatch list. You failed to previously read the reviews for this one like you normally would when picking a new movie to watch. The plot sounded good when you had read it. Oh well, you gave it a shot.

J wasn't fond of the movie either. He's actually more bored of it than you are. Occasionally would he exhale blatantly or comment on one of the bad moments that came across. This. Is. Torture. He thought to himself staring blankly at the screen. And not the good kind. Alas, he'll bite his tongue and miserably sit through another hour because it is your movie night, and he knows how much this means to you.

You can't help but feel bad for having him sit through this with you- for you. Soon, you lost total interest in the film and your mind began to drift.. elsewhere. To his hand, resting freely between your soft thighs. His palm feels so warm against your flesh. But that's just J- always giving off heat. He's like your own personal heater. Sometimes warming you to the point you don't even need a blanket because it becomes too hot. Speaking of which, you removed the cover, preferring his signature warmth over the fabric's any day.

Your fingers start to brush lightly on his wrists and knuckles. The subtle touch earns you half smile followed with a pleased hum, which you see in your peripheral vision. He hasn't caught on yet, but your need for him is building fast.

You scooch closer to him in attempt to get his hand where you need it most without him catching on just yet. It didn't work, his hand isn't touching you. It's right there, mere millimeters away. Thinking about how amazing his hands feel when he touches you. When he grants you with friction as he rubs your throbbing clit. The wonderful spots he reaches when he relentlessly fucks you with those paint speckled fingers. Curling them deep, making you writhe and cry beneath him.

Clamping his wrist, your breath hitches at the thought. Shit. That was audible. For a split second, you thought you might have blown it. But Joker took it as something from the film frightening you.

"Quiet doll," he shushes, "you an' I both know the ah, movie ain't scary."

Fuck, you can't take it anymore. You want him to touch you. With a slight roll of your hips, you manage to get his hand to brush against your clothed heat. The smallest bit of friction causes you to release a muffled whimper.

J's arm stiffens and his face instantly snaps to look at you. You seize, halting your movement. No question, he felt what you did, sees the burning desperation in your eyes. Tossing his head back, he erupts in a delighted, high pitched cackle. "Oh-" more cackling laughter as he glances at you again, "so that's what that was." A malicious smirk spreads his scarred cheeks. He firmly grips the inside of your thigh, pulling you against him. "What happened bunny? Growin' needy?" Cupping your clothed mound, his fingers rub you teasingly.

"Yeah," you admit, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Tightening your thighs around his wrist. Would've been no use lying to him when he'd easily seen and felt otherwise.

His rubbing comes to an abrupt stop. He taunts, "Ahh, this was your idea, hm. You were the one keen on a movie night, remember?"

"I know, but-"

"Ah-ta-ta," He cuts you off, "But nothing. This is what ya wanted, so that's what we'll do. We'll ah, sit here and watch."

Suddenly, he lifts you, effortlessly moving you into his lap. You yelp as your back is pressed flush against his torso. He separates your legs apart, you can feel his cock beginning to harden under you, pushing into the plush of your ass. One hand wraps around your chest, to roughly knead your breasts. The other slides under the shirt, gliding over your abdomen, down between your legs. To rub harsh circles on your excited clit through the thinly soaked fabric of your underwear.

"Ahh- fuck!" You whine, throwing your head back to rest on his shoulder, reaching around to grip his green locks.

J starts to kiss and nip his way down your neck. Leaving dark patches into your skin, accompanied by red and white splotches- completely marking you. Once he was satisfied with his marks, he leans closely by your ear. "You're dripping, doll," he whispers huskily, his hot breath brushing against your neck. "Now, you will sit here and watch the flick like a good girl, while I play with this needy little cunt of yours. No fussin' or fightin'. Got it?"

"Mhm, yes sir," you answer. Biting back the urge to smile at the thought of finally getting what you want. Fighting it off because, let's be real here, you know with J, it never comes along that easy. But he always makes it damn well worth it.

"Good, now sit still." He growls lowly onto your neck. With that, he pushed your panties to the side and began his torture. His fingers transitioning from fucking your aching hole to rubbing the drenched digits on your throbbing clit. Whispering twistingly sweet and dirty words into your ear while he slathers your own arousal all over your pussy.

He'd bring you close, on the verge of your orgasm, only to stop his movements entirely. Tearing it away from you before you could fall over that edge into pure ecstasy. You grew more and more frustrated each time he'd do that. Though you haven't fully, but you're rapidly losing your composure. Which already may be broken. Sweat is forming on your hairline, tears are prickling your eyes, your breath is starting to hitch. Starting to want it so bad you're teetering towards retaliating to get what you crave.

Joker's counting on it. He thrives on edging you, demands the control over you. As much as he prefers having you entirely at his mercy, he likes it when you lash back. Finds it rather amusing, makes for something a little bit more interesting. See how far you'll go before you snap so beautifully.

And that's now.

You start to buck your hips against his fingers that are going in and out of your pussy, along with his thumb assaulting your clit. Feeling that powerful knot reforming, you need to orgasm. "Oh f-fuck! Please!" You start pleading, "I-I can't take it anymore. Please J, l-let me cum!"

"You wanna cum?" He hints, removing his chin from your neck.

"Yes, God- yes please!" You cry out, clawing your nails into his thighs. Clamping down to gain better leverage. The wild rolling of your hips gets your ass brushing more against his hardened cock. Your arousal had already soaked through his pants a long time ago.

"Fuck," he hisses through gritted teeth, digging his fingers hard into your hip that's sure to leave an array of dotted bruises. He bucks absently into you, licking a wet, hot trail up your neck. "Mm, dirty girl. So you wanna play that game-ah?"

He moves his fingers faster and harder. Even over the loud volume from the television could the wet squelching sounds deriving from his ministrations be heard. The air filled with the scent of sex- your sex. So desperate and ready to let go and orgasm. It's driving you crazy.

"P-please- Ahh! Can I cum?" You plead. Hoping he'll reward you at least for asking.

"You can cum. Go on, babygirl. Cum on my fingers." He finally grants, fingers continuing to get you to ecstasy.

Well you didn't have to be told twice.

You release with a broken cry, orgasm gushing out onto his digits. Drenching the fabric of his pants beneath you. Your body spasming madly over his own while you ride out your high.

Coming down, J removed his hand from your pussy. His fingers are glistening, coated in your cum. He sticks them into your mouth. "Clean my fingers of the mess you made," he growls the command in your ear. Groaning in approval when you comply. Eagerly licking and sucking his digits clean of your juices. "Come here," he grabs your face, turning your head, making you look at him. "Give me a taste."

He kisses you, shoving his tongue into your mouth to savor the taste of your delectable juices. You kiss him back feverishly. One hand fisting in his hair, the other goes to stroke his cock. Still clothed, still hard. The action causing him to snarl against your lips, "such a greedy little thing. Always ah, wanting more. Ya just can't get enough of me, huh?"

"Never," you huff with a grin, "and telling by this-" you rub him again, "neither could you." His eyes snap to glare into yours viciously. Ohh, he's gonna make you pay for that snarky remark.

With hasty movements, J turns you around so that you're now facing him. Straddling his lap. He tears the shirt that adorned your body open, buttons flying to scatter the couch and floor. Someone's gonna have to sew those back on later, most likely you. He removes the shirt from you, carelessly tossing it aside.

With the large article gone, it granted him with a better view of the mess you made on his custom, pricey slacks. His entire crotch and thigh area is completely drenched in your juices. He gave a sigh which tried to make him sound annoyed or displeased. However, with the straining bulge pushing against you below, you know that was far from the case. His eyes traveled to land on your barley covered pussy, he groaned at the sight. The flimsy fabric of your thong sticking to one of your wonderful, wet lips. Your orgasm, still dribbling out your cunt.

He hooked a finger under the thin strap hugging your hip, pulling far enough only to have it fall and snap against you. Chuckling at your slightly startled reaction. "Bad girl. Misbehaving, talking back, making a mess of my pants? These aren't exactly 'buy at the store' ready. Maybe I should put your dirty mouth to use and have you suck your own juices up, hm?"

"I misbehaved?" You mock a pout, fully knowing what you did. Regardless, asking anyway.

His kneads the plush of your ass roughly. The callousness of his hands making you shiver in his grasp. You may think this position is in your favor, that you could use it to your advantage. But Joker's got you right where he wants you. The stern look in his blackened eyes and the firm hold he's got on you make that known. "You ah- were supposed to make it through the film without so much as a fuss. Remember that?"

"I was?" Your fingers ghost up his chest, "I don't remember that part." Now you're pushing it. He notices the smile threatening to creep your face. One of his hands shoots up to grasp a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, exposing your marked neck.

"Yes," he acknowledges slowly trailing his lips up your throat, "yes you do. You just chose to be a brat and not listen." His tone is dangerous, and it would've been absolutely frightening had you been anyone else instead of the only person he cares about in his life. Even though he'd never verbally admit that, frustrating as it is for him, he does care. He does. Which is why whenever you feel that tingle dubbed as fear creep up your spine, you still hold assurance. The flesh of his scars brush the underside of your chin, making you moan unabashedly. "Ya know I gotta punish you for that."

J uses his hold on your hair and hip to guide you to lay over his lap, your naked stomach pressed against his wet thighs, and most of all, his erection. He reaches over to the small table beside the couch, plucking an item you assume to be one of his signature knives. The distinct clicking sound indicates you were correct. It's a switchblade.

He drags the razor sharp blade along your spine until it reaches your underwear, almost on the verge of slicing into you. The thrill gets your heart pounding faster in your chest and ears. You love it when he cuts you, and he's aware of that. But this is a punishment, so you won't be getting what you want.. least not yet. Placing it under the strap, he tears the article to shreds, carelessly nicking you a few times in the process. Alright, so the little nicks he can't control. Those just come naturally. Tossing the ruined fabric aside, he palms your ass cheeks, favoring a spot to start spanking. "Count. We'll ah, stop when I decide you've had enough."

His palm came down hard against your ass, sending an electrifying jolt through your entire body causing you to yelp. "One!" You count. The stinging grew worse with each spank. He hit you hard, but it wasn't anything you couldn't bare. Warm tears steamed down your reddened cheeks. It hurt in a wonderful way, your pussy leaking more arousal as it progressed. He continued to spank you until he grew bored of hearing the same cries and whines.

"Last one bunny," he subtly praised, soothing over the bright marks in your flesh that are starting to welt and bruise. With that, his hand came down a final time. This one stinging the worst.

"Fif- fifteen." You manage to rasp, mind overcome with the lust you had building up. At this point you need him inside you. You need his cock buried deep in your aching core and you need him now. "Please f-fuck me J. I need you!" Your body arched into his as you begged.

J snickered, "need me huh? How bad?" His hand went back to your abused ass to shove you forward, so that your pelvis was atop his as he purposely rolled his erection against your painfully heated sex. The friction drawing a long, strained moan from your lips which pleased him. "Tell me bunny. How, how bad do ya need my cock?"

"Bad- oh so fucking bad- I need your cock! P-Please J, please daddy, fuck me!" You practically shout, resorting to the word daddy. A word which you hardly use, but do when need be. And now was a time of great need.

A snarl left his lips as he yanks you off briefly to undo his pants and shove them down. His cock finally free from the uncomfortable confines, he sighs with relief as he takes it into his hand, pumping a few times. The tip, red and angry with his precum beading out. "Get over here now," he growls impatiently.

Wasting no time, you swing your leg over both of his, reclaiming your previous place of straddling him. You grabbed-rather pawed- his shoulders for leverage. His thick head lines up with your dripping entrance, then he pulls you down, driving his length inside with a powerful thrust. Knocking the wind from you as he filled you. Fuck, how he stretched you so good.

After a brief second for you both to adjust- you to his size and him to recompose himself- he instructs you to- "Move."

To which you do. Rapidly bouncing yourself up and down on his cock. Unashamed at the loud moans and whimpers continuously leaving your lips. This was exactly what you needed, and having been denied lots tonight it felt amazing to finally have this. You moved like your life depended on it.

J grunted as he met your thrusts with his languid ones, his hands guiding the movement of your hips. He held back from pounding into you, oh how he's going to pound into you, just not yet. Which means he's definitely in the mood to tease you to an extent, in any and every way that he can. What an asshole.. Your asshole.

Your arms went to wrap around him. To your surprise, he didn't shove them off. Instead, his chin went to rest in the crook of your neck, catching glimpse of the illuminated TV screen. The movie was still on.

"Mhm, you're just a horny little slut, aren't ya?" He sneered. "Can't even get through a movie without having my cock inside of ya."

There was no way you could give him a proper response. So wrapped were you in the exhilarating feeling of him that any words to a sentence you tried to form wouldn't come out. What did manage to slip out was muddled babbling. He snickered at your incoherence.

The female protagonist on the screen started to scream. The shrieking noise caught both your attention, though your actions didn't falter. "This woman's a terrible actor," J criticized the lady, "her scream is so fake, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes- ah," you return finding your voice, "It s-sure is."

He removed one hand from your hip, gliding it up the valley between your breasts to grip your neck. Glaring menacingly into your eyes momentarily before muttering, "I think you could give me a better one." You knew from his low tone that something malicious just popped into his head. His fingers tightened, "Let's see if you could scream louder than the girl on the screen. Can ya do that for me sweets?"

You nodded feverishly within his hold, "yes J."

Satisfied with the answer, he began driving his cock vigorously up into you. The harsh slapping of skin heard as his hips pound mercilessly against your own. The spontaneous change of pace left you almost completely breathless. Your orgasm was fast approaching. Eyes squeezing shut as he fucked you relentlessly. You screamed, "Oh fuck!"

Your beautiful screams rang harmoniously in his ears like a favored tune. That he could play on repeat over and over and never grow tired of hearing. Your screams and moans are definitely his favorite sounds, aside from explosions and gunfire. He can't help but want more. Crave more.

"Come on doll, get louder," he teases, "I know ya could do better than that." He went to tug your head to the side, exposing the junction between your neck and shoulder. Sinking his yellowed teeth in, biting down hard to draw blood. That was just the push you needed. Your eyes roll back and your walls clench tightly around his length, releasing a shattering scream as you cum violently around his cock.

J lapped the fresh blood from where he bit you. "Hm, that's it," he groaned, "now that's a real scream." He kept going, his pace never letting up. In fact, soon as your hands went to tug at his hair did his thrusts speed up.

You yank his head from your neck to look into his intoxicating eyes, moving to glance towards your blood on his lips. Crashing them with yours to taste that savory metallic flavor for yourself. You take his bottom lip between your teeth and bite down harshly, earning a rumbling groan from him.

He's getting closer and closer to his own peak as you're nearing another. When you feel his thumb move to rub rigorous circles on your sensitive clit, you release his lip with a sharp cry. "J!"

Your walls clamping painfully tight around his throbbing dick, vision blurring as you cum. Nails digging into his broad chest, probably creating tiny bruises under the shirt.

He relishes in the pinch of pain you give him. Combined together with your sinful noises, the sight of your face contorted in ecstasy, and the feeling of your tight warm walls. With that, he buries himself in you and cums hard. A moan mixed with a groan like noise slipping from his lips while he shoots his hot load into your cervix. So much, that some leaks out while you milk him of every last drop.

J collects his breath before lifting your weight up to slip out of you. Your pussy lips are so swollen that his cum isn't even able to drip down once he's out. He sets you onto the couch beside him, getting up to go into the restroom to clean himself and grab a damp rag to bring back to you.

As you regain yourself, you manage to sit a little more up on the couch. Wincing, trying not to sit up all the way due to the soreness already starting to form between your legs. You wrap the blanket around your naked form and silently contemplate. The sex was amazing sure, but you still felt bad for ruining movie night with a terrible movie.

The sound of J coming back in hadn't even registered with you until he waved his hand in your view, tearing you from your thoughts. You blink quickly, offering him a smile to hide it. But J had already seen the small frown when he walked back. And he wanted to know the reason behind it, since it was out of the ordinary. Usually you're always smiling in your post orgasmic state.

"What's carving a frown in ya, pumpkin?" He asks, a hint of concern in his tone as he hands you the small towel. The strange nickname causes you to giggle and he eases knowing you're alright.

"It's nothing J," you say shyly, "I'm just.. I'm sorry the movie sucked. I promise I'll pick a better one next time."

He hums, saying nothing else as he sits back down beside you. Draping his arm behind the couch behind you. Blankly watching the last of the movies end credits while you clean yourself with the rag.

You start to laugh again, "Well, now I really wanna carve a pumpkin. This place could use a couple. How about tomorrow I get some for us to carve?"

He grins sinisterly, "ya know, I'm usually carving into people."

"Pumpkins are less messy. Like, way less." You playfully respond.

"I like messy," he huffs.

"Yeah I know you do." You smile knowingly at him, lightly tracing the hexagonal patterns on his shirt. "I thought it would be fun. You don't have to if you don't want to."

J licks his scars as he ponders on it. Any activity having to do with a carving into something with a knife, count him in. "Ah, what the hell. Alright. What better way then to uh, help me spruce up on my slicing skills." He traces his hand out in front of him, as if he were carving a smile into something. This action causes you to release a genuine laugh. And in that moment, J relishes in hearing yet another one of his favorite sounds~

Woah, so that's the end! I hope you guys liked it. Again, sorry that it was so long. I can't help but make these super lengthy when it comes to smut😭

#heath ledger joker #tdk joker #the dark knight joker #ledger joker x reader #ledger joker x y/n #ledger joker x female reader #joker x reader #joker x y/n #ledger!joker #ledger joker #ledger joker smut #joker smut #the dark night #fanfic

[bangtancentricsblog]

myg/qw: 2

↳ this was supposed to be something dirty but it turned out to be way longer and softer.

❒ pairing: min yoongi x reader

❒ genre: fluff, smut

❒ alternative universe: none

❒ rating: 18+

❒ word count: 1.3k

warnings/disclosures: established relationship, I’m bad at smut please be kind!, I guess hints of daddy kink, rip kitten pet name, hello bunny pet name 💖, soft yoongi, loved up yoongi, I can’t just make porn without plot, it has to have some kind of plot and love, hinted emotional trauma, unedited as always

main ml • AO3

You’re trying in vain to muffle the whine that slips past your kiss bitten lips, fingers knotted in the silky softness that is Yoongi’s hair. The grip he has on your trembling thighs is firm, strong fingers dimpling the flesh as they continue to tremble with every kiss he presses to your cunt. He relishes every twitch and every whiny keen he pulls from you as he teases you with the tip of his tongue, dipping every so often into your opening slowly dragging his way through your folds to swirl around your aching bud. You’d be embarrassed if it weren’t for the fog that clung to your consciousness, and the way he moves to suckle at your clit. Your legs twitch again, knees nearly knocking into one another as he continues to tighten his grip on your thighs. 

“Y’okay bunny?” he asks, voice thick, drawl a few octaves deeper, one your body has unconsciously come to recognize. The one that only comes when he’s drunk on you and taken his fill of the sweetness between your thighs. When he doesn't get an answer he sinks his teeth into the meat of your thigh humming his displeasure as you hiccup, fingers tightening their hold on his hair.

“I asked you a question.” he growls, loosening his hold on your thighs to crawl up your body. Your eyes have fallen shut, face turned away from his as a shuddered breath leaves your lips. His hand finds yours, fingers slotting together as he cups your face with the other. “Hey, hey, shh, hey it’s okay. You’re okay, look at me bunny.” he whispers letting his weight blanket you, waiting patiently, watching as your eyelids flutter open and your beautiful eyes meet his. 

“I’m okay.” you sigh when he presses his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue as he moves to deepen it. Yoongi’s always been patient with you, even when after nearly three years of dating you were still painfully shy when it came to being intimate. 

“Y’sure, we can always stop.” he reminds softly, squeezing the hand he’s yet to let go. You do, because with Yoongi it wasn’t only your want but your need to be with him. He made everything seem so simple, like loving you was always this easy, when to him it was. There wasn't a time when he wasn't in love with you, from the moment you had awkwardly stumbled through a confession to now. He can’t say that it’s always been perfect, it’d taken some time for you to grow accustomed to his touch, his taste but more so his love. The emotional trauma you’d carried with you had been the biggest obstacle, one that had proven to be his greatest foe. 

It’d taken him months to find his way through that maze of locked up emotions, but eventually he did. You still smiled at the floor instead of up at him, but you’d opened your heart enough to let him make himself comfy. Enough to make sure his residence was permanent, but more so that you knew that he was there to stay. It’s moments like this that remind you of it, they help settle your racing heart and calm your nerves. You can feel his cock twitch against your thigh, a reminder that he wants you just as much as you want him. 

“Want you Yoon, wanna feel you.” You breathe, freeing your hand to cup his face and pull him into another kiss. Your heart aches at the way he licks into your mouth tasting you, savoring the feel of you as he swallows every sigh until your gasping when he teases your opening with the tip of his cock. 

“Deep breath bunny.” He grunts as he slowly pushes into you, the moan you let out is broken and breathy. You hiccup as he bottoms out, clenching around him and relishing just how full you feel. He bucks his hips, bumping against your clit as you cry out hands scrambling for something to hold onto, he catches them easily slotting your fingers together again. Your vision is blurred as he cants his hips, his pace is slow but he makes sure to press in deep. He wants you to really feel him as he brushes all the places that make your toes curl and your skin tingle. It’s not rushed, has never been with Yoongi, he doesn’t fuck, he makes love. His breath mingles with yours as he grinds his hips into yours and you buck your hips to match his pace. 

“N-need more.” you keen as he releases your hands, dragging them down your sides to hook under your knees. There's tears in your eyes as he rises to his knees, pressing your knees to your chest. The ache you feel from the stretch causes you to whine, hands knotting in the bedding. The sheets are damp beneath you, though your gaze has fallen to the bead of sweat that clings to Yoongi’s temple. His skin is slick glistening in the low light that comes through the windows, he looks ethereal much too precious a being for this world.

Your gasping as he angles his hips pressing impossibly deeper, his pace is brutal, hips smacking into your own with so much force your sliding across the sheets. Each thrust is purposefully deep, so much so that the coil in your belly has tightened impossibly, your walls clench, tightening just enough to alert Yoongi. 

"Cum for me bunny." He grunts releasing one of your legs to rub at your clit. You’re crying out his name as you cum, knees knocking into his sides as he continues to thrust into you. 

"That's it, that's my good girl." He groans as he spills inside of you, before letting his body rest against yours. The air is thick, the smell of sex is strong reminding you of what has just transpired. Yoongi is warm, sweat slick skin pressing to yours somewhat uncomfortably and yet not unwelcome. His hair smells like your watermelon shampoo, as you nuzzle into it. He's taken to mouthing at your chest nipping at the tops of your breasts affectionately. 

"Do you finally feel better?" He asks planting one last kiss to your chest before wrapping his arms around you and flipping you so that you're resting on him. You sigh resting your head against his chest humming as he draws shapes into your back and shoulders. 

"I'm sorry, it was stupid." 

"Its not stupid bunny, everyone had their bad days." 

"Not you." He chuckles and you feel it more than hear it, his hand falling to your neck and squeezing softly. 

"I have my days, it's just something that we all have to deal with. You just have to remember that life goes on and someone who you're really meant to be with will come along to remind of that." He murmurs pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and continuing to draw shapes on your back. Your heart has settled, the nasty emotions from earlier in the day have disappeared, and not for the first time are you're glad to have met Yoongi that rainy day in June three years ago. The smile that tilts your lips upward is soft, remiscent of the love you share with this man, whom your more then happy to spend the rest of your life with if he'll have you. Your eyes feel heavy, exhaustion tugging your towards what will no doubt be a deep slumber, when you feel the sharp sting on your ass. You whine squirming away from the warm palm that rubs over the heated skin. 

"Don't fall asleep on me just yet, we need to get you cleaned up." Yoongi laughs, as he gently coaxes you out of bed and into the bathroom where he helps you wash off the sweat and grime of your vigorous love making. 

tagging @boymeetsweevil, this is what that line from the other day turned into lmao 🤣 enjoy

#min yoongi x reader #genre: fluff #genre: smut #emm writes #mine writing #my favorite brand of loved up yoongi #bangtanarmynet #heartsforbtsnet #bangtanedu #houseofddaeng #emms yoongi content #usersuhdays #I’m sorry I was in that kinda mood but I’m so bad at smut 😭

[harryswatermelonsegment]

Fire For You

Pairing: Reader/Harry Styles,Harry Styles/Omc x2

Rating : Strong R 100% porn w/o plot tbh

Warnings: *cracks knuckles* orgies,sex parties, anal sex, male oral sex, female oral sex, anal play, sub!dom play, drug use, vaginal penetration, squirting

A/N: Look, never posted fic. And I haven't checked anything 😳 Due to the heavily noted anon prompt fluttering around my dash that read: "My friend went to some weirdo eyes wide shut kind of party in the Hollywood Hills last year and overheard 'yeah you can't use that room, Harry Styles is high as fuck and getting railed by some dudes in there" plus that damn 🍉 video... well, I am at peak feral in quarantine and 3k of smut just popped right out. Title actually the Cannons song cos it's such a sex song innit? I'm doing this at 4.20am after starting this at 11pm my time so..good fucking night. ✌🏻🍉

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You were petrified. 

You'd moved halfway across the world with your best friend after a shitty person broke your heart and your spirits. 

A circumstantial opportunity had arisen to become her PA,after her chance audition for a series had turned into cult viewing overnight.

She was everything you weren't. Confident, effortlessly cool and entirely comfortable in her own skin and sexuality. That's why, as she sauntered away with a tuxedo clad tall stranger, you stood frozen on the spot trying to remember it was okay to watch. 

It had been her idea for you to submit an application after you'd said you needed to take risks and feel good in your skin again. Your best friend had told you you were wasting your youth, after years wasted on the ex you were in this country trying to forget. That you should embrace you were young, hot, single and getting older by the second. So you'd rolled your eyes and submitted your video application. You wouldn't get a reply for such an elite thing. 

And yet, here you now were, in a millionaires mansion watching two men fuck a bunny masked stranger infront of you. She looks up at you through the velveteen eye holes and offers you to join with her finger come hithering you over. Your eyes widen. 

You immediately remember your stiff upper lip and bound up the right hand staircase as fast as your heels will allow. Hoping to find a cool place to catch your breath. 

Maybe you weren't as free spirited as you were in your head. Open to trying things theoretically, but now, as you see a flurry of naked bodies out of your peripheral vision and hear sounds you'd only heard in more private settings, you felt quite overwhelmed. 

You were no virgin but not to say you could count on two hands your conquests past kissing either. 

You came to the one shut door at the end of the long hallway, assuming it was a bathroom. Heels clicking against the pristine marble floor below as you approached. You put your hand to the cold metal handle, if you weren't prepared to see strangers fuck, you certainly weren't prepared for this. 

There were five people in the room. 

Three men on the bed and two women. The first woman sat open thighed across a low backed plush chair. Another on all fours on the floor licking into the others cunt as one guy stuck his fingers into her own folds from behind. He was then, with the rest of his olive skinned built body, sharply thrusting into the man on the bed at such a pace you could hear his balls slap against the sweat glistening flesh. He held his hip nearest to you so tightly, you could see the red marks appear from under his large hands. 

The slender man receiving all this action was being silenced in his pleasure by the guy kneeling up in front of him. He hummed loudly through his nose as his mouth was busy bobbing up and down the guys length. Eyes closed in the orange low light as he was thrust into still, with such force he deep throated the guy he was swallowing down. He suddenly gagged and the man moaned then pulled his head away and nodded to signal if he was okay to continue, he agreed then he got right back down to business. 

It was probably one of the more explicit scenes she'd seen. Making her feel hot and cold all at once. Not because of what was happening, no, it was who it was. 

His face was disguised by a navy blue, high winged, theatrical mask. As were those involved, or some variation at least. 

You heard a voice beside you at the door frame. A deep voice talking to a white bunny beside him

"Nah, that rooms got enough going on, Harry Styles is high as fuck getting railed by two dudes" 

And that's all the confirmation you damn well needed. You'd been in L.A three weeks. Three weeks was all it had taken for you to be stood watching Harry fucking Styles getting Eiffel towered by two guys in the Hollywood Hills whilst you watched, mouth agape in barely any underwear. 

No one had seemed to notice your intrusion, if the screaming of the red head  in the chair reaching her climax was anything to go by. She rode out her high on the blondes face before getting up, lighting a joint and pulling the blonde up by roots. No real concern that she hadn't climaxed from Mr. Powerthrusts fingers yet. Dragging the young white cat back towards the door with a glistening mouth and chin, you were still entranced at the boy on the bed pooling your sheer briefs and the sight before you. 

The redhead looked at you, to where your focus was on, then back to you. Giving one condescending chuckle. Still with the small blonde girls hair in a vice hold she spoke roughly into your ear as she passed. 

"He's soft and ready to go sugar, strike whilst he's still loose" with that, she kisses your cheek and her Loboutins clicked away from you. 

You stood there. Tits up to your chin from the force of the practically sheer black bra you were spilling out of, the suspender belt grasped your hourglass shape perfectly too. There was delicate, black designer underwear framed by the belt and thigh high stockings. You'd felt beyond confident at the beginning of the party. New eyes dragging over you in a way they didn't when you were in your regular get up of jeans and a t shirt. But behind the Japanese type kitsune half mask, you had felt invincible.

Right up until the point people actually started fucking. 

But this, this was different. 

You'd never been into guy on guy action, not even in porn. It didn't ignite any fire inside the pit of your stomach like it should. But seeing someone you'd casually ogled through the media like the other few million in the world had, well the chances of being in this position again were rare. Suddenly, the thrill of being able to possibly turn dream into reality spurred you on. He'd never know it was ever you if you met again right? 

The three of them were still going at it. Powerthruster behind, contorting his face as he placed smack after smack across the pale flesh of Harry's ass. Grabbing a fistful in each hand as he sped up even more to reach his climax, he cried out when he did pulling Harry's hips flush against his own, it was only now, amongst all the activity that you notice Harry's cock for the first time. 

The rumours online highly underestimate it. 

He's long and thick and his drippy head is causing a string of pre cum to trail from its opening onto the white silk sheets below. 

You clamp a hand between your thighs, the first time you feel your inhibitions falter that night. You had to relieve some of the friction your body needs. Watching the man remove himself, and toss the condom in the bin by the door frame you were still fixed to. 

Harry scrambles to the other muscular guy infront of him, kneeling back on his calves, hissing a little as his legs under each cheek spread his already tender hole a bit. He doesn't miss a beat though, the already close to orgasming guy looking down at green doe eyes as he pushes Harry's mouth from him. Harry knows where this is leading and opens his mouth for him spill his seed onto his waiting tongue. 

By this point you'd moved quietly from the door and across the wall so you were in prime position to watch Harry swallow all this man's cum whilst you just stood watching. 

Feeling like a pervert, feeling turned on, feeling fucking everything to be frank. You'd question it later. Right now you needed Harry to touch you. 

One leg kicked up behind you so you could slightly part your thighs and rub your middle finger down your folds beneath your knickers. You began to put on a show. The other hand is inside your bra cupping and squeezing your nipple between your index and forefinger sharply. Panting quietly as you see Harry's eye clock you in his peripheral vision. You're terrified of his reaction for a second before remembering the setting of the evening, but he smirks the best he can do with an open mouth and looks you up and down slowly. His dick twitches in his lap and that's all it takes for you to start rubbing two soaked fingers fast against your clit, your ego inflated that you could be the cause of his heightened arousal. You're going at such a pace on yourself that you almost don't catch the ropes of cum descending into Harry's mouth as he watches you trying to get the release his actions have caused. The guy stills, spent. Harry is still watching you pant faster as you take the hand on your breast away to steady a palm against the wall. He holds the guys cum in his mouth before tearing his eyes away from yours to kneel up and place an opened mouthed kiss onto the guys lips, transferring him back into his own mouth, forcefully. Switching the dominant role back in his favour to show you who was really in control in the room despite how it may have looked. He breaks the kiss, both men chuckle at each other before Harry taps the other guys cheek with his palm playfully. Like his just scored a goal at the Sunday football league, but definitely not like they'd both shared a mouthful of semen. 

Your pace has slowed down slightly but you see him whisper something into the man's ear before he hops off the bed, grabbing only his black briefs and closing the door behind him. But not before saying "have fun" to you with a knowing wink. 

It suddenly feels very intimate. When there were a few more people in the room it felt easier to blend into the festivities, but now you were essentially alone with a stranger who was watching the slow movements of your hands in your underwear. You decided to carry on, to keep up the pretence that this is the sort of thing you do all the time of course. 

It wasn't. 

So when he stands straight up off the bed, taking the few steps towards you, slightly pouting into the air as he keeps his eyes locked on yours and gently grabs your wrist that leads to the hand on your pussy  bringing the two digits that had been furiously rubbing your clit, up to his mouth. He never breaks his gaze as he sucks them fully, with the same technique you'd just seen on that man's dick minutes previous. Closing his eyes and humming approvingly at your sweet taste. 

Your insides are screaming but your present body moans and he drops the hand to grab your waist and pull you tight to his torso. He kisses you hungrily and you taste mostly of yourself and try not to think about the other taste from the strangers cum on your tongue. 

He kisses you like he's getting to know you through this alone, grazing his palms from your waist to your shoulder blades then back down slowly to your ass, gripping it tightly to his body as he hooks a thigh over his hip. His cock is sandwiched between you, droplets of pre cum on both your bellies. The crotch of your underwear is rubbing his length slightly as you rock your hips down onto his. 

His tongue is lapping and swirling languidly against yours, it's unexpected given the setting but, it's fucking glorious. You grab fistfuls of curls at the back of his head between your fingers and once you get to the nape and give a sharp tug on the baby hair there, his breathing hitches. 

"You're quite good at this" he says casually,taking a breath. You pant in response and chuckle slightly. Mostly at the contrast of moods he appears to have. 

"Not s'bad yourself" you smile. 

There's a heartbeat whilst he takes in your accent similar to his own he pulls back, brows furrowed causing his forehead to wrinkle down slightly at the top of the blue mask. This isn't the time to get to know one another though, you get that, and despite your reservations on this place you suddenly don't give a shit. You push your mouth into his neck suckling lightly and finding a sweet spot at his pulse that has him shaking. His nimble pianist fingers undo the flimsy material of your bra as he goes back to the weirdly passionate make out session, you let it fall off your shoulders, shaking it down your arms to the ground. 

He walks you both back to the bed and sits down pulling you to straddle his thighs. You both moan at the reconnection and don't miss a beat rolling your hips over his slowly. Giving him a taste of what's to come. He grunts through his teeth out of frustration, pulling away from you both once more to reach blindly for the fishbowl of condoms, provided by the host, on the nightstand. 

"Fucked anyone else tonight?" he asks matter of factly. 

Your eyes looked shocked, even though they probably shouldn't be. You furiously shake your head. 

"Hm" he chuckles as you lay your hands in your lap submissively, he clearly notices and you see an eyebrow raise over the mask. "that mean you're a good girl?" 

Cottoning on to the game he's starting, and that you're more than willing to take part in, you take one side of your bottom lip between your teeth and nod quickly. 

This is an absolute fantasy. But you're aware you could get interrupted at any moment so you'll take what you can get before being pushed out, and no doubt off, this absolute wet dream of a man. 

He tears the packet open with his fingers, sitting back, a little hunched over to roll the rubber down his length. He hisses at the brief contact after being edged so much the last hour or so. You start to wonder how he's keeping up his stamina before he sits back up, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger and interrupts. 

"Gonna be a good girl f'me then love?" he leans forward places wet opened mouth kisses at each of your breasts in between his words, looking you straight in the eye. "Gonna slip those pants to the side and get on me then?" 

No sooner had he spoke, you were grabbing his cock in your palm with one hand, and pulling the crotch of your soaked fabric to one side with the other. You hadn't done this in a fair few months and definitely never taken a cock as big as his, but your arousal was so high that you were desperate for the sweet pain of being stretched around him. You pumped him barely as to not roll up the condom, just grazing him and feeling him twitch in your fist as he watched you briefly stick two fingers into your cunt. The wetness being heard as you opened your mouth and gasped at the sensation. You didn't want to waste anymore time checking you were prepared so you scooted forwards on his lap. Brushing his swollen head against your clit, before tapping it a few time as you sunk down onto his length. It burned so good as you got to about halfway before lifting yourself up and sinking down again further. It took three times of doing that to be completely seated and drowning his cock in your juices as your pelvises locked together. You both took a second to pant out curses against each others necks. 

"Jesusfuck. You're so fuckin' tight. Can you move? Fuck! Please move" he strained into your throat. 

You sat back a bit so you were facing one another and with fingers pulling at those nape hairs you reconnected your mouths before rolling your hips experimentally against his. 

"Oh fuuuuck" you shot out, the feeling of him so deep inside you and him pressing against your clit was other worldly. The friction of the underwear you still had on, gathered between your folds and caused the sweetest friction. He grunted once as your jaw lay slack at the contact, before getting impatient and guiding your hips to slam into him harder as he thrust up at the same time. 

Your head was spinning. 

His strong hands pulled you close to him he smeared your lips together as he flipped you so he was on top, manoeuvring you up the bed and slightly diagonal so his feet didn't dangle off the edge. 

It became a power battle then. You knew he was on the edge and holding back. He pulled a leg to hitch around his waist and thrust into you at speed. Enough to leave you sore tomorrow. You smirked into his mouth, pulling both up further to lock behind his neck, knowing the angle would make it so much tighter and so much easier to reach that sweet spot inside you. With your head thrown back at the new angle he began leaving marks around your neck and breasts, trying so hard not to cum before you. 

Then you had a brilliant, foolproof idea of how to win this game. As he was preoccupied leaving a red mark against your clavicle, you sucked your middle finger into your mouth for your planned attack. Before you could do anymore though, he moved two of his digits against your soaked clit at speed, tapping every now and then and making you writhe and grip the sheets with overstimulation. You held off best you can but he was hitting that spot that few had taken much longer to find before. You knew what was coming but it was too late to warn him. 

Your orgasm took over your body from the middle down to your toes and up until your eyes practically rolled back in your head. You heard the lewd, wet sounds his thrusts were still making and wanting to even things up you made a quick recovery enough to part your mouth and make your middle finger drip with saliva as you gripped his ass to guide him into you. You could tell by his speed he was almost there so you went between his cheeks with your slick finger and suddenly buried it inside him to the hilt. He was still stretched from the previous guy so you sink to the knuckle easily. It only took two movements to feel him spill inside you. Long drawn out moans left his lips like a dirty drawl from his throat. You took out your finger and went slack onto the mattress. 

He was spent but he wasn't done. 

As he pulled out of you carefully, gushes of your cum cascaded down onto the expensive sheets. If he didn't know you were a squirter, he did now. He stared watching it fall from your weepy hole blind removing the condom and tossing it into the bin behind. 

"Holy fuck. I.. I've never managed that before. You're a fucking dream….so fucking sexy. Fuck" he looked at you like a feast. Your saturated underwear stretched out beyond repair now. Laying against your thigh and the material dripping. He pulled the stockings from their clips quickly, not taking them off but so he could peel the knickers from your sticky thighs. You noticed he threw them down near what you assumed to be his tux. 

And that was it, he pushed your thighs up and back to your body so your knees were flush against your chest. You felt some of your cum still seeping out if you and he growled watching the last few drops drip down your bum and onto the bed. 

He dove into you like he'd not eaten in weeks. Lapping every bit of fluid from your pussy, clit, thighs and ass. He licked around your puckered hole as he sink two fingers into your cunt at pace. 

"You got one more in there for me hmm?"

He said huskily, keeping one arm across your thighs as he sat up on his haunches to look down on you falling apart. You nodded frantically, feeling the bubbles in your stomach growing again. You felt the pressure build between your thighs. Completely living in this moment with this beautiful man you got to see so desperate for you to cum. He dived back in to trace figure eights across your clit with the tip of his tongue before laying it flat and going up over it again and again. He alternating the two before you were ready to burst. He felt it on his fingers so he stilled them inside you still lapping at clit but using his whole arm to move at speed up and down to keep pushing at that one ridge inside you. When he felt the first wave of your climax hit he quickly put his face infront of your cunt and let the force of your squirt hit him the face. He caught a good amount in his mouth before repeating the signature move of crawling back up to your face and getting your soft, limp body to open up so he could spit your cum back into your mouth. It was tart but sweet probably due to the pina coladas you'd sipped downstairs to get you loosened up a bit. 

"Good girl. Swallow, show me y've swallowed it all up" he panted kneeling at your side. 

You gulp and meekly open your mouth to prove it was all gone and he smirks and gives you a slow, lazy Sunday kind of kiss that sends its shivers down your spine. You stare at each other as he sweeps your sweet drenched hair from the front of your face. You're not sure what suddenly changed in the room but you've created your own bubble. Your own bubble where a millionaire pop star a Jenner has shagged, whispers praises against the shell of your ear in some sort of awe and kisses your neck and face tenderly. What even is life? 

It's stupid but you don't want to go. Well, it's not stupid as this boy is a hurricane in the sheets and why would you not want more!

But you know the deal. This isn't a date. This is an elite fuck party. A. Fuck. Party. 

The realisation dawns on you like a thorn to the side. You can't just lay here in a post orgasmic comatose state. There's people waiting, people he's waiting on too. He sees your eyes widen and watches in confusion as you take a white robe from the hook behind the door, still in your heels you pick up your bra. You smile briefly before closing the door behind you and practically sprinting to your car. 

Not before seeing the guy Harry had been deepthoating earlier, now standing fully clothed with a headset at the door you'd just come out of with a suit and headset on. Like nothing had ever happened. Of course you weren't interrupted. Of course he had security. You rush back down the staircase before you have a panic attack in plain sight. Your thoughts scrambled beyond what you thought was capable. Did that really just happen? With him? Is this who you are now?

It's only when you get to the end of the street after texting a quick "sorry wasn't my scene, call me when you need picking up" to your mate before leaving that you're suddenly aware you're missing your underwear...

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