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blogofloathing · 11 months ago

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Parts 1 of 1, Gillian B And The Unruly Interviewee

After a less than polished bus ride we arrived to the equally less than polished slums of Porkham,

I'd say it looked better in my day, except I wouldn't know, I grew up in a more respectable area.

Adjusting my trusty driving cap, spiffy bow tie, and affirming these good looks with my crew.

we set off, according to my media guy fishing is popular this time of year, so why not cash in?

Being careful to avoid nails and trash (human or otherwise) on our meandering way to the bridge,

wherein todays interviewee was apparently living.

In my opinion he should just get a job and maybe contribute to society? But that's not "kind" or "empathetic" according to my trusty cameramen.

Stepping into the clearing we see exactly what I had feared, I was hoping we had bad intel.

Yet lo and behold, a stubble ridden homeless sat adjacent to us, probably high out of his mind.

"Mm.. oh! Hey! Yall are here for the interview?" He shouted over to us, well, to say he raised his voice would be a lie, but that was certainly the intent.

Our cameras focused shakily on the dirty hobo we have unfortunately decided to question today.

My mic man stood just a bit too close, so that every word spoken slightly blasted the audio.

I'm sure someone can make it sound good later,

"we are go in 3, 2.." holding up one finger for the last call, before miming an inaudible "go".

And giving our cameras the signal to proceed, they ask him the first of many questions.

"Mm'well when you're fishing in sketchy spots ya gotta specialize" he mumbled, gesturing to the tackle box, though it's more of a tackle lunch box

The camera zooms in as he pulls out a wriggling gummy worm, sugar dusting its exterior.

Christ how on earth is that thing moving, "mm them gummy worms grow near rivers"

"Makes em self supplyin" he walks us through, as our whole team takes a step or two back.

"Mm I think somea them barbecue fellas put somethin in the water over there.."

Glancing over to the stream, which looked more like a pot of soup full of garbage than a river.

Maybe interviewing this gross hobo was a mistake. Certainly I'll be taking a bath after this,

But for the sake of journalism, we let him go on

"Makes so they're good for catchin them colorful fishies, f'miliar sight for em" indeed the worm was bedazzled in a rainbow of striped colors

Enough to make my head hurt just looking at it.

Though none of my crew has ever heard of any kinda rainbow fish, probably some new drug the homeless are taking, and we wonder why the city is trying to stamp out these kinds of people!

"Mm'infact I got onea them on my line right now,"

our cameraman panning quickly over to the hobos fishing pole, propped up against some rocks.

The line was limp for the time being, that is to say if it would ever actually be pulled by something other than garbage, (excluding the man himself.)

Christ thank god we're not live right now, we can have whatever-his-name-is edit that out later

"Mm, oh! An' here's some more from my stash" he pipes up with subdued surprise, a fuzzy worm covered in spines was crawling up his arm, "they're s'posed to be poisonous but I f'gure you let em do what they do, they go fine"

"These are good for catchin them walkin fishies, mm'paralyzes their muscles," he explained, flexing his fingers loosely before constricting them tightly

Then sighing with a noticeably disappointed tone, "people are way too hesitant 'bout fish legs, I tell em they're just like frog legs, but I guess they don't much like those neither.."

Personally I can't see a world where I or anyone on my team eats that, but of course let's remember they're not like you and me.

"ahh here's one'a my favorites," he grunts, pulling out a large bag full of sickly bright red worms.

"Onea them groups of chemical guys dyed some kids hair in the river and plumb contaminated this whole bag," shaking them in our face

And sure enough there could be faint spots of pink vaguely seen under the thick scarlet glaze.

"Mm'but whatever's in em makes the fishies go all crazy," he explains, shaking his hands wildly in the air to demonstrate this apparent frenzy.

"They dye your tongue red for a good while when ya eat em though, mm'sooo if that ain't your style I can't sell ya on em" placing it back down where it immediately stained the ground scarlet.

I'm forced at this point to give my team a glare of disapproval, some of them seeming far too genuinely interested in what this hobo had to say.

They look sheepish for a moment at my face, but then continue looking past me at him.

Really I don't see what use there is in listening to stuff like this, I'm only here for content.

"Mm'I don't know how I hook thesen's but I do an' they fetch pretty good" he mumbles tacitly.

Holding up what appeared to be a pile of loose integers in vaguely the shape of a squiggly line.

Wriggling and moving in a way that didn't account for any sort of connections or reason.

My whole team taken aback at once says "what on earth??" quietly in united confusion. Before then looking at each other in mirrored disbelief.

despite having no possible way to crawl the way it does, making a gentle journey along his arm.

Coming to a rest at his shoulder where he picks it up, somehow, "mm'I expect this's due to runoff from the math guys dumpin their old equations in the water" expecting us to understand any of that.

"But them educated fishies really love em, maybe they're tryna solve em or somethin" he says with a reverent little chuckle, though it's more of a cough.

The unsightly man continues excitedly showing us various worms, giving exaggerated and showy gestures for each presentation.

As if his hands are the actual ones being asked.

"Don't even get me started on them spider worms! Haha, mm'just kiddin, please do"

I'm positively sick with boredom but I have been forced by my team not to leave.

Until thankfully, salvation arrives at last when he appears to reach the end of his last show & tell.

Putting various worms(?) Back into containers, and a quick check to the continuously light line.

"Well thank yall kindly for- Vic! Vic get on over here I'm gonna be on the television!" He shouted suddenly, eyeing an unseen figure behind us.

My heart sank sickeningly, he was right about to bid us a good day, we were so damn close! And..

A possibly even dustier hobo, girl? Waltzes over to us, Jesus Christ it just keeps getting worse.

"Yo! Walt! You're famous eh? Gettin the big bucks?" the two laugh heartily, "see I told ya you're fishin would take off you old sot" she teased loudly.

They chit chat for a beat, with me continuing to shuffle backwards, much to my crews chagrin.

I'm silently begging my cameras to let me leave with my wallet intact before it catches sight of me

The urgent tugs at my boom operators sleeve going unnoticed save for a bemused look.

"Hey! Wanna ask me some stuff! Give me some free stuff?" She bursts into my world unwelcome.

Seemingly moved on from the dirty man, onto me.

For a moment I try to pretend as if not having noticed her, but fate did not hold the cards for me.

"Cmonnnn I know you're one of them big shots you got cash" her bushy eyebrows turned at an almost impossible angle, no wonder she looked mannish.

Signing didn't seem to work, as expected with the uneducated, but even my perfectly clear refusal to answer was left disregarded by this girl.

"Psh, figures you uppercrusts think you're too good to talk to me" she sneered derisively.

I tentatively waved to one of my crewman, whom seemed wholly preoccupied with the fisherman,

The shows over! What is there to talk about? My pleas yielded no results, I was fully on my own.

"What's with ya? You talk?" Her intense eyes bore holes into my own, attempting to take a look behind them in a quite uninvited intrusion.

Ugh these types are always so pushy, I swear I don't know why I agreed to do this.

As she pressed her face more closely to mine I could feel her gross, warm breath

Like the smog of a smokestack, clinging to my skin and hair in a sickeningly sticky way

"Hellooooo is anybody home Mr Rich?" Her words poked, knocking the glass of a terrarium to make me dance, managing only to startle me further

My discomfort is reaching its peak and I'm nearly made to give the emergency sign to my crew,

When the hobo girl reaches her hand out to touch me again, my skin prickling in irid anticipation.

And Inexplicable even to myself, a tear sparkled dully in my eyes, which were presently pressed together, as if I'd disappear if I couldn't see her.

This would surely be the end of my career, she would know.. I could feel everyone's eyes on me

And indeed the look on her face told me the gears were turning, some remnant of social awareness ticked around echoey in her hollow dome.

Gillian Barlows A Sissy surely what the headline would read, they'd be right, and that would be it.

These newspaper ghosts flapped hauntingly in my head like a flock of my worst anxieties.

Of circling vultures primed to take a strike at me any moment, the wilting journey of my egos end.

Before my cameraman, who must have finally noticed my situation, stepped between us.

Reforming the barrier I had been trying to keep hold of, that this girl had ripped it up.

"I'm sorry ma'am but you're gonna have to step back" a stern but not unkind order, his voice soothingly final, as if he was just stating the facts.

Equally putting to rest my growing discontent, "eh? Awww cmon you interviewed Wal-" she started, wildly gesturing In the other hobos direction.

"Ma'am we have a very concise schedule, and please refrain from touching our host." He retorted firmly, the rest of my crew standing nearby as well.

His hand nested on my shoulder as he said it

The lot of them were towers of men, acting as body guard and camera crew in unison

Pillars of my kingdom who kept the gates guarded

Standing (in no uncertain terms) a harsh contrast to my otherwise quite stubby figure.

We shared a quick look, his half smirk telling me don't worry, I've got you, as he continued the contentious chat with this random girl.

"Well- ugh fine! Take your chintzy camera cats somewhere else!" She expleted, giving our cameras a rude hand gesture before storming off.

"I'm too good for your lil TV shit anyway, hacks!"

Kicking a can into the lake that had been in her way, though I didn't hear the sound it made.

My ears were still plugged shut by the awful dripping fear that enveloped me at the ordeal,

I couldn't let someone see me like that, least of all someone like her, this was a mistake.

Breathing growing heavier, and knees weaker, the weight of this pressure primed to knock me over.

This is stupid, getting so worked up over someone like her, but despite all principles, the gnawing feeling in my gut was unwilling to accept reality.

I felt floaty and tingly, like I was on the brink of a faint, of losing my balance completely and falling..

Right into the strong arms of my cameraman, who had already set the camera down a ways away.

"Were you still rolling? Did you get it?" I whispered in a strained voice, almost inaudibly.

He shushed me, carrying me over to the rest of my crew, setting me down easy next to them.

I felt so comfortable being held by him, like he always knew exactly where he was going.

"Hey boss! We's were talking to the fisherman, and he gave us some fish on the house!"

My mic operator excitedly informed me, holding up a shockingly good looking salmon.

The man had been teaching us how to identify a real good salmon and well, there it is

Its tail fins were pronounced without being floppy, and the scales shone like glass or crystal.

My expression evidently spoke volumes how did he catch that "guess he had some right ideas"

Smirked my mic man, inviting an exaggerated eye roll from me, though I couldn't help but agree.

"Anywho! Let's get a move on Gill!" he sprang matter o factly, also springing me onto my feet.

"here G" my other cameraman said, his chill demeanor contrasting so that it made me giggle.

Waving to the whole crew, who all took me up into their arms in turn, lifting me almost effortlessly.

Linking together to create a proper seat for me to rest in, even if I did feel a little silly.

A mobile throne of sorts, to lead the charge.

"What say we all go for drinks?" My mic man suggested, looking around at the rest of us.

Who all nodded in approval "then let us go!" My cameraman said resolutely,

I signed a clumsy "but what about the interview?"

"we can edit the footage later" he spoke directly to me "let's go have some fun"

These affirmations, bringing back to life a smile, informing my unending confidence around them.

I didn't say anything, but I pointed forward in a mock gesture of commencement.

Each member of my crew pointing in turn, as I lead the group, captain at the helm.

Maybe they were right, I could use a bit of a wind down more often to cool the nerves.

As long as it means more time spent with these idiots, I could see.. some time off.

"To TV! To Drinks! To Gillian!!" The whole gaggle chanted, yelling my name with especial vigor.

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starsfic · 14 days ago

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Murder on the Candy Cane Express: Chapter 2- Set-Up of Characters and Location

Gummigoo ended up half-dragging, half-leading Pomni to their seats.

The Candy Cane Express was set up like a British train, with compartments for the seats. They sat in the last compartment, next to the dining car. When she glimpsed the bar, she was tempted to dart in and ask for a drink.

Gummigoo didn’t seem to notice her shock, talking way more than he ever had when she bumped into him. According to him, he and Pomni had met a few years ago, back when she cleared his name after he was accused of stealing maple syrup, and he had stayed with her ever since. They were apparently heading to the ending city in order to visit his mother, alongside Chad and Max.

It was unfair.

It was so unfair that she wanted to knock Caine’s teeth in.

Pomni settled in her seat, watching as Gummigoo set their luggage in the overhead sections. She tried her best to keep visibly calm, but if she had nails, she was certain that they would be digging into her palms.

She had mourned Gummigoo. She had forced herself to get over him when he walked out of Spudsy’s. The Gummigoo she had led to his death, the one aware that his only purpose was meant to entertain her and the other circus members, wasn’t coming back. She had to be fine with this.

Right now, she doubted her self control.

“You alright, Poms?” Gummigoo said, bringing her back to realize he was sitting across from her, a concerned look on his face. That? That was the part that sucked. He acted like he knew her, because he did, at least this version of her. “You look ready to have a meltdown.”

“I…I’m fine, Gummi,” she said, trying for a smile. “I just… didn’t sleep very well last night.”

He took this excuse with a hum. “Can’t blame you,” he said, looking out the window and watching as people moved around. “With the last case, I had nightmares too. That’s why we’re visiting Mom.”

“Good ole Ma Gummi,” she tried, turning her head. Would they even reach the city to meet her?

The first person she saw was Kinger. His purple robe had been switched for a red one, a black tophat matching the cane he held, the overall outfit reminding her of Scrooge McDuck. They met eyes and he waved before walking past. The next two were Gangle and Zooble. Gangle wore a sērā fuku that had colors that reminded her of Sailor Moon’s school uniform, a fancy satchel slung over her shoulder. Zooble also wore a sērā fuku, but it seemed to be crossed with a gakuran. Gangle waved too.

The train whistled before she could look out for Jax or Ragatha. She could hear the conductor NPC yell, “ALL ABOARD!” before the train whistled again and began to move.

“Tickets, tickets, tickets, please!” The question of where Ragatha was answered by the door opening, revealing the ragdoll in a light pink conductor’s suit. Now that Pomni knew her better, she could see the faint annoyance in her eyes, hidden by her pleasant smile. “Tickets, please?” she asked, holding up the marker.

“Right here, miss,” Gummigoo said, pulling out two golden tickets and letting Ragatha clip them.

As he turned to his own bag, Pomni leaned over to Ragatha. “Have you seen Jax?” she whispered. “I saw Kinger and Gangle and Zooble, but I haven’t seen him yet.”

“I haven’t,” Ragatha said, patting her shoulder. “I should go look for him, just to make sure he’s not up to trouble.” She raised her voice to say the next thing, which was “Dinner will be served soon! We’re having Swedish fish!”

She closed the door, leaving Pomi and Gummigoo alone.

“I think she likes you.”

She blinked, realizing Gummigoo was smiling at her. It was teasing, light-hearted, and made her stomach churn. He had no idea what she was thinking, but he thought he did. Then his words sank in. “Oh, uh, Ragatha? No, no, she’s just being nice.”

Gummigoo chuckled, standing up. “If you say so. Wanna go to the dining cart?”

That was where the murder would take place. It was what the script expected. Pomni stood up. “Yeah.”

The dining hall looked fancy, with dark chocolate carved to resemble dark wood and cotton candy smoothed out to look like red and gold carpet and drapes. Gangle and Zooble sat at a booth together, Ragatha chatting at them, while Kinger sat at his own booth. It looked like someone had already served him delicate-looking candy roses and butterflies, which Kinger hadn’t touched but was just staring at. Despite the appearance of all this sugar, there was no smell.

Pomni settled into a seat, Gummigoo sitting across from her like before, and a NPC walked up, setting two glasses of jelly. “And what’ll that be for you?” they asked, seemingly scrawling down their Swedish fish orders, soon leaving them at the table, waiting in silence.

Gangle broke the silence with “Can the rest of your hear that?”

'That' was jazzy music, getting louder and louder, before the door to the dining hall cart was thrown open.

A beautiful figure in a glittering red Jessica Rabbit dress sashayed in, wearing a glamorously large white fur stole that matched the white sunglasses he wore, red curls framing his face, including the red lipstick he wore. A crowd of mannequin NPCs flocked around him, begging him for a moment of his time. The jazz music built up and up and up and up…

Before ending with a triumphant sax as Jax dropped the stole and spread his arms, inducing clapping from every NPC in the dining car, excluding their waiter and Gummigoo.

“What a tool,” Gummigoo scoffed.

“A nice-looking one, though,” Pomni had to admit, studying Jax’s outfit. It was early, but there was no shame in gathering info. There was a slit in the dress, revealing Jax’s legs going into knee-high red boots as he strutted to an empty booth and the waiters gathered to ask him what he wanted and offer more “wine”. If there was a weapon stored in the outfit, she couldn’t see it.

A tail knocked into her ankle. “Ease up, Poms,” her companion said. “We’re on vacation. No need to poke around.”

Right, right, not yet. “Sorry. Just…curious.”

They ate in silence, watching as the landscape changed from candy city to candy desert and now candy mountains, dusted in white with candy snow. Ragatha walked past now and then, but she did nothing but a friendly smile, just playing her role.

Soon enough, they finished their food and headed back to their compartment.

That’s when it began.

The lights flickering was the only warning before the entire train began to shake. Pomni yelped as she stumbled back, landing in her seat, matching the cries and yells from the dining car. Two thumps made her look up. Her face grew hot when she realized Gummigoo was leaning over her, his hands pressing against the wall above her head. Then she saw his face, teeth bared in a grimace of pain, and any fluster died as she craned her head and realized that the suitcases and bags were now on the floor. "Did the luggage-?"

"Yeah," he grunted.

"Are you okay?"

"Just bruises."

The lights finally lost the battle, casting the train in darkness. Silence followed as everyone seemed to realize that the train had come to a stop. After a minute or two, Gummigoo peeled away. Pomni was up on her feet, pulling up the luggage and setting it on the seats. The lights flickered on to reveal that there were now darker patches on the gummy gator's body, resembling bruises.

And then there was a scream. Pomni thought that it sounded like Gangle, but it took her a second to realize that it was Gangle, screaming a name, and that was enough to get her up and moving.

"ZOOBLE!"

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samiwife · 1 year ago

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Stuck Together ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Razzle x Reader)

A/N: Heyyyy! I'm going to run out of ideas soon so if you have any request or story themes you wanna see then please send them in! Hope you enjoy today's fanfic! <3

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

Razzle and you never got along. He was your friend, yes but you guys always butted heads. It didn't matter what it was, but somehow you guys fought. For example, when you and him were driving you guys fought over better directions. Everyone else was always the one who had to separate the two of you. You didn't know why you fought with Razzle so much, maybe it was because you were always serious in everything you did and Razzle never took anything seriously. He was always the one who pranked you or just made jokes that you thought weren't needed. This all changed when one of your friends "Micheal" invited you and the rest of the guys to a vacation to LA. You were of course excited. You get to finally relax from work and stress and hang out with your friends. However, there was a problem.

It was Razzle. He was of course coming too. Because his friends were your friends too. You didn't let it get to you, you just packed your things and called Micheal to pick you up from your apartment. In a few minutes, Micheal was there with his car and the guys. You loaded your stuff in the back of the back of the car and opened the car door to sit down. But you noticed there was only one open seat. It was next to Razzle. You sighed and rolled your eyes, the guys laughed and you sat next to Razzle. The guys knew you and Razzle didn't get along so they of course purposely organized the seating arrangement. "What's wrong Y/N, not too happy to see me?" Razzle jokingly said. "Yes Razzle, I'm not happy. During this road trip try not to make me pissed okay?" You said in a serious tone.

Razzle pouted and shook his head. For the first few hours of the road trip, it was silent and tame. Until you fell asleep. You rested your head on the window and closed your eyes. But you were quickly woken up by someone poking you. You knew exactly who it was. "Razzle! Quit it, I'm trying to sleep." You said annoyed, you swatted his hand away and fell back asleep. "What? That wasn't me! How could you accuse me of such a crime!?" Razzle said with his hand on his chest acting hurt. You opened your eyes,

"Razzle you're the only one sitting next to me, also it couldn't be Sami or Nasty since they're asleep. And it can't be Andy since he can't reach me from back here. So quit it!" You said slightly raising your voice. You laid your head back on the window and fell back to sleep. After a few hours of sleeping, you woke up and was feeling hungry. You bought some snacks for yourself but you put them in the front with Andy. "Hey Andy, could you hand me the bag of gummy worms I brought?" You said lazily. "Of course, Y/N," Andy said shuffling through the bag of snacks. Andy took a good minute to look but nothing.

"Hmm, uh Y/N? You said gummy worms right?" Andy questioned while looking back. "Yeah, you can't find them?" You said while looking over. Andy shook his head. "Hmm that's weird, I left the bag in the back for a minute while you were sleeping," Andy explained. You raised your eyebrows in confusion. You just grabbed a bag of chips you brought and ate that. While eating the chips, Razzle woke up from his nap and yawned. While he stretched and yawned you noticed something in his hair. "Is that a gummy worm in your hair?" You blurted out while pointing at Razzle's head. Razzle brushed his hair with his fingers to fish out the gummy worm.

"This? Oh yeah, it is. Must've accidentally got in there while I was eating them." Razzle said while holding the worm in his hands. That confirmed what happened to your candy. You angrily stared at Razzle. "You idiot, you ate my candy without telling me?" You sternly said. Razzle giggled and patted your back. "They were good jelly worms Y/N, sad you missed out on them," Razzle said with a smug look on his face. You punched the side of Razzle's arm as a response. Razzle laughed and held his arm. It didn't hurt him since you were weak. You continued to eat your chips. After eating, you read for the rest of the road trip.

"Alright, lads and lady. We're finally here at the rental place where we'll be staying. I already placed orders in what rooms you'll be staying in. It'll be on the doors." Micheal explained while unloading the car and handing everyone their bags. You nodded and walked inside the house. You walked up the stairs and looked for your name on the bedroom doors. Finally you found it, you saw your name wasn't the only one on the door. Underneath your name was Razzle's. You and Razzle were sharing a room. You walked into the room to check for at least 2 separate beds. Nope, one singular bed intended to be shared. You became angry and quickly ran downstairs.

"What the fuck, Micheal. You made me and Razzle share a room? You know I hate him!" You said ranting. Micheal laughed and so did the rest of the guys except Razzle. He seemed shocked that you said you hated him. In fact, he seemed upset. "Well, I'm sorry Y/N. None of us is willing to swap rooms so I guess you'll have to share a room with Razzle." Micheal chuckled. You sighed and rolled your eyes. You didn't care anymore, you just walked upstairs. "Wait, Y/N!" Micheal called from downstairs. You looked back to see what he wanted.

"Remember, we're going out to dinner so be ready at 6:00," Micheal said with a wink. You nodded and continued to walk up the stairs. You lay on the bed as you stared at the ceiling thinking how tonight is going to be a nightmare. You hated Razzle and you knew he was going to pull some sort of stunt to make you mad. Eventually, 6:00 came around and you got ready. You are dressed in a nice red dress with heels. You were almost done but you just needed to put on makeup. You rummaged through your makeup bag for your eyeliner but you didn't find it. You looked around the bathroom and still nothing. You walked to the downstairs bathroom and opened the door.

In the bathroom was Razzle holding your eyeliner. "Razzle! What are you doing with my eyeliner?" You asked angrily. "Sorry Y/N, I needed some but mine ran out so decided to borrow yours," Razzle said smiling while handing you your eyeliner back. You rolled your eyes and pushed him out of the bathroom. You sighed and put on the eyeliner. After getting ready, you were finally ready for dinner. Everyone got loaded in the car and Micheal drove everyone to the restaurant that he had a reservation for. When everyone got there, everyone was seated immediately.

Everyone looked at menus and ordered drinks. Of course, everyone ordered beers including you. You usually never drank but tonight you needed it to stay chill. However, you over-ordered the amount of alcohol and ended up drinking more than you wanted. You were full-on drunk, and the boys noticed. "Uh, Y/N, how about you stop? You're getting too drunk." Sami said concernly. "Mind your business limp dick, I can do whatever I want!" You said drunkily. Everyone laughed except Sami who looked shocked. You were never like this, you were always kind and calm. But alcohol made you wild and free.

"Okay, we're taking you home, you had enough." Nasty said while holding you up and walking you to the car. You sat in the car half awake and half asleep. You were so tired, that you leaned your head on Razzle's shoulder. You didn't even notice it was Razzle. Razzle blushed and smiled. When arriving at the house, Razzle helped carry you to the room you two were sharing. One of the guys said out loud to Razzle, "Please take care of her Razzle, make sure she doesn't choke on her vomit. Also, get her some water too." Razzle shook his head and continued to carry you upstairs.

He opened the bedroom door and placed you on your side on the bed. He took off his jacket and went to the bathroom to grab a glass of water for you. Razzle walked out with a glass of water and puts it on the stand next to you. You sit up and take a sip of water. Razzle sighs and looks down. "Y/N, why do you hate me so much? I'm just trying to be your friend and poke fun at you." Razzle explains while looking at you. The words echoed through your head, maybe you were being too harsh on him. Razzle did make you mad but it was all in good fun. Your heart felt heavy, you felt bad for treating him so terribly. You being still drunk, looked down and went silent for a second. "Razzle, maybe hate is a strong word. I just think you never understand me." You explain while lying back on the bed. "Then why do we fight so much? You must hate me if we fight this much." Razzle said while getting up and sitting next to you. You sigh again and sit up to face Razzle.

"Razzle, friends fight sometimes and maybe that's how we're friends. I never said you weren't my friend. You're one of my best friends." You said while holding his hand tightly. Razzle blushes and looks down. You cup his face with your hands and pull him closer. Razzle blushed and looked straight into your eyes. You smiled, you never noticed how beautiful he was. The moment was right and you took the opportunity. You kissed Razzle on the lips. Razzle was surprised at first but then accepted it and kissed back. You wrapped your arms around Razzle's neck and kissed deeper. Razzle wrapped his arms around your waist. You pulled away and stroked his face.

"I thought you hated me?" Razzle jokingly said. You rolled your eyes. "For the last time, I don't hate you. I just get annoyed by you." You said while lying by Razzle's side. Razzle laughs and helps you take off your heels. "Thank you Razzle, those were killing me." You said while lying back. Razzle smiles and lays back as well. You then got up and took off the dress you were wearing. You didn't show Razzle your breasts but he still saw your bare back. Razzle blushed and covered his groin with a pillow. You quickly put on a band tee and shorts and lay next to Razzle. You noticed him covering himself.

You smiled and laughed. "Wow, I didn't know you liked me that much." You said teasingly. Razzle looked down embarrassed, you lifted his chin and kissed him. "Don't be embarrassed, I think it's cute of you." You said running your fingers through Razzle's hair. Razzle smiled. "So does that mean you can help me?" Razzle said removing the pillow. You blushed and leaned in closer. "Of course sweetheart." You said whispering in Razzle's ear. Razzle blushed and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer. Causing you to giggle and chuckle.

#80s rock #80s music #fanfiction #glam rock #hanoi rocks #razzle #razzle dingley #razzle x reader #razzle imagines #razzle fanfic #sami yaffa #micheal monroe #andy mccoy #nasty suicide

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anastachord · 2 months ago

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wtf ao3 tags - the sequel

vampire ballet

Slap Slap Kiss

Irish Republicanism

Setting Zombies on Fire

Woke Up Gay

Autoerotic Asphyxiation

i was raised a catholic and went to religious schools so this is the time to exploit that

There isn't a tag for titties OR man titties and that's really disappointing

a sheep farm

Happy Enging

they are GAY and they are STUPID

Misue of Louisiana Slang

FEDDY FABEAR

Subway Meet-Cute

YO-HO-HO HERE WE GO BITCHES

hehe

actual chicken

nae nae swag

tossing salad

Zuho puts coins up his nose

stanky leg

the transgenderification of the ninja turtles

Improper use of OceanGate's Titan Submarine

when the sound "mmmm" is a weapon

Inappropriate use of butterflies

impending doom

that's not what windows are for

when blushing causes an existential crisis

flirting via security cameras

pretending everything is fine when it's clearly NOT

I swear to god there's a happy ending in here somewhere please believe me

Warning: reading this may require the use of a defibrillator

Inappropriate use of mayonnaise

unholy use of mayonnaise

the looming threat of a fedora

zombie chickens covered in jam

religion...???

violence against musical instruments

the mechanics of a good hug

I have been told reading this fix has curative properties, I have also been told that it has killed people

ill advised climbing

this fic is chicken noodle soup for your soul

accidental improper use of setting tablet

screams into the sun

i claim my right to remain silent your honour

I'm happy to announce that I'm back on my bullshit

Inappropriate use of tv

teeth extraction kink

mind fucking, literally

innapropriate use of a santa hat

Reader gets peeled like a grape

torture, visualize peeling a banana

improper use of a detached arm

eats a mushroom and becomes a communist

Inappropriate use of a McDonalds cup

improper use of religiously oriented yogurt

the homeless man i gave a burger to in 2017

Non con bc lamps can't consent

improper use of a wine bottle (it doesn't break)

whipped cream as lube

improper use of a decomposed finger

no children were actually kidnapped, just temporarily acquired

ovary popping like grapes

Improper use of goose

soap uses drugs and alcohol to cope with being a furry

Sharpened Bones of Brendan Urie

improper use of a swiffer wetjet

OceanGate Titan Submarine/RMS Titanic (Anthropomorphic)

Tennis, i dont know how to play tennis

Questionable anger management solutions

setting off fireworks in hands

An abundance of baby oil

submarine sandwich

the mortifying ordeal of discovering you're into bdsm while you're caught up in a political intrigue

Unacceptable use of tragedy

spoilers for the bible... i guess??

exploitation of magical swords

Bees

improper use of duct tape that would make OSHA cry

Punching your future father in law in the face as a metaphor for love

smut bit also i'm too scared to write it

ryan reynolds - Freeform

sharks dying

A walking brick of cocaine

The Curse of the Bonus Vajayjay

Refrigerator

Brief mentions of a dog in a top hat

that one song by the buttholes of whatever the fuck they're called

Sink me like one of your French girls

Biblically Incorrect

Moose

a decade-long streak of Pining is ruined by a false hickey

Tim is homophobic??

this is half smut and half roasting two thirty year old men for being fucking stupid

something that is sort of crossdressing but not really

holy shit barbed dick is already a tag, i fucking love the internet

Robbery, by a dumbass

human toilet

Abuse of gummy worms

someone please help this fish

Mentions of heterosexuality

yogurt (i can explain)

Nuns

Tim gets fucking attacked

weirdly sexual cheeseburgers

university of arkansas

Out of Character, but I'm out of fucks so it's fine

TW straight people

car seats as an expression of love

alarm clock to lovers

it's not game of thrones inspired but it's not not game of thrones inspired so

shoe licking

Inappropriate use of Logitech controllers

Decidedly non-platonic BDSM

how to create a romance epic for dummies

aggressive mutual caretaking

the usual amount of murdering characters in my fics

weirdly long talks about fnaf lore

All the men die but the boats are okay

SPOILER: it is not an egg!!

yelling at people to show you care

set in australia in my hometown but that affects literally nothing

somehow a harmonica gets involved

Top Shadow the Hedgehog

Elevator Butt

gru's noise

Accidental Uncle Acquisition

frog tie

Quantum Mechanics, but wikipedia's version, so take that with a grain of salt

a crazy amount of john mulaney reference that carries on for multiple chapters for some reason

sadist slime

questionable use of dortitos

scandalous use of musical vocabulary

swallowed alive

human on mushroom violence

misuse of whirlpool baths

sir this is a Wendy's pull up your pants

let me delulu in peace

the eternal question of who is doing the laundry

screaming into the void

somewhere ogre the rainbow

a random horse appears

Mentions of a goat

don't let your memes be dreams

shrek eats beans

Santa Claus has seen some shit

green cow milk

erotic birth

unhealthy relationship but in a spicy way

a truly pathetic amount of pining

gratuitous use of Narwhals

one sorta severed limb but not really

putting the fun in funeral

tragedy my lord

is it murder when they die themselves?

meet tired

falling in love over a coffin

dirt as a love language

Sugar Daddy Voldemort

Florida AU

Canonical Character Death, It gets better I promise, the death not the fic

what's the tag for come coming out of your nose

Tentacle Dick, actually more dolphin dick but no one needs to know what i looked up for this

if you guys KNEW my google search history right now

There are deer that are wizards that have human hands

Multiple historical events were caused by a sentient pitcher of Kool-Aid

#wtf #ao3 tags #archive of our own #ao3 #but wait theres more #the sequel

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archmage-lleweneth · 4 months ago

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Day 1 — “Steer”

Caswyn Lleweneth had died last night, on the streets of Vesper Bay. She was certain of little else, but she must’ve.

She could distinctly recall the moment where her frantic, fruitless attempts to puzzle out some way of escaping the coming doom had given way to a cold, clear, terrible clarity. She had heard the red moon detonate. She had felt the dreadwyrm’s roar. She would die tonight. She thought only of savoring each sensation to be had in her few remaining moments. She’d emptied her purse on the bar, set her glasses down on the pages of a borrowed book, and left them both behind. She hadn’t hid from the dragon’s next pass. She’d stood in the street with her neck craned to the sky and the mere presence of the dreadwyrm had swallowed her up completely. There was no room for thought. No room for experience. The promised end that had hung in the sky for months had come and in that moment it was a relief.

When she could see again, it was a familiar sight. Falling stars. Hundreds of them. One of her earliest memories; a star shower over the Hinterlands, and a truth she’d never managed to fit into mere words.

Was that all I ever was? A prophet with a stilled tongue? Had I known my whole life this doom was coming? What good was the warning if it did nothing to change our fate?

What happened next, she could not say. She had nothing to connect that moment with this: Alone, in a fishing boat she did not recognize, with no land in sight.

Surely I didn’t steal a boat? If I had, how did I get it here? If not, who would’ve gone out of their way to save me?

If the cry of the gull was an answer, she did not know the language. Whether the salt wind that kissed her cheek was the breath of a doomed world, or a saved one, she could only wonder.

“No more questions,” she said aloud, “You’re neither Scholarch nor student. Their methods will not serve you.” She swallowed, her mouth gummy with thirst. Not here anyway, she thought, with no shoes, no water, alone in a boat I have no knowledge of how to operate.

Well, no first-hand knowledge, but she’d seen it done. She’d lived around boats her whole life. She’d watched able sailors go about their work. She knew what made good sail cloth, how to spin up rope, and what principles allowed a ship to ride the wind. She’d be a fool to decide that was all there was to know, but she’d be a greater fool still if she let that stop her from trying.

“Better to act a fool than be one,” she thought, in her mother’s voice. Caswyn didn’t know if her last letters had reached them. If she died out here, she’d never know what happened to them, and they of what happened to her. There was so much she didn’t know.

But she had been in Thanalan last night, on the coast, and the modest swell that lapped at the boards of her little boat could not be that of the open ocean. She was in the Strait of Merlthor, and the sun was still low in the sky. The lines at the top of the mast steamed where the sun struck them. Dew. It would be have to be dawn. Thanalan lay towards the sun.

It was shoddy work done thrice, and not quickly, but she got the sail to catch the wind. The little boat leapt, lurched, and nearly turned over before Caswyn’s hands got a feel for the tiller. She trailed a hand into the sea before raising it in prayer, “Llymlaen, give me a safe harbor this day, and you’ll be first of the Twelve in my heart for the rest of my days.” The movement of the ship began to clear her head. She could feel water through her hand on the tiller. She could feel the icy bite of the wind on her cheeks. She was alive, though she knew not how, she knew what she wanted to do about it. “Just see me to land,” she pleaded, “and I will live my every remaining moment as a second chance at life deserves.”

#ffxivwrite2024 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv

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crowns-and-keys · 2 years ago

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Yes - Yes - absolutely! This is such a wholesome idea!

....oh my god. Let him teach him 'The Perfect Cast'! I would literally die!

And now my brain is going off cause - lets say there are different layers/levels/pages? of Disney town, one of them with this strangely modern setting. And Sora's kind of confused cause Disney Castle is so - different - than this place. Most of the time Sora wouldn't question this because Worlds can be incredibly weird at time... (look he has run around without pants on, on more than one occasion now... (He shakes his head so he doesn't think about it to much.) But this time he does ask Goofy about the difference between here and the castle. (They are currently there searching for an item to help on their journey. And yeah, there was a whole thing where Donald just grumbles, because why is Goofy leaving important magical items in his unlocked garage???)

Anyway, Goofy's answer is something along the lines of, 'While Disney Castle is great, this more modern suburbany setting, just feels nicer to raise his son in.' as he's digging through a dusty box he set on his workbench. (That not actually an answer but... okay.) He also mentions that, he loves being King Mickeys knight, but he doesn't/didn't want his son to grow up in an environment where he may think he 'needed' to take on that mantle after Goofy. 'Cause, young'un's need to follow their own path, ya know?' Anyway, they are still just chatting - then - AHA! there's that whacha-ma-call it! And Sora is just...

It's a fishing rod.

And yeah - he carries a giant ass Key as his weapon but this 'confuses' him. Cause what does a magical fishing rod do?

(And I don't know what it does either; something that befits their journey in some way? XD Maybe it's called a Star Catcher, or something. And they can use it in space to 'catch' special items.)

Anyway, Goofy is just tenderly holding this thing that's been passed down his family through the generations, and it's really sweet. They take it back with them, and while sitting on the outside of the gummieship in space (because - magic), Sora mentions Riku's dad is a fisherman, and how he used to take them out with him a lot when they were kids. And there were times where Riku and him would fight, or one of them had a bad day, and he would just always say in his gruff voice,

'Sometimes, life is tough, but there's always fishing.'

There's this look of nostalgia on his face that isn't missed by Goofy, who gets this grin and asks him if he wants to learn a trick. 'Cause there's a proper way ta' go Star Catchin' and his family has the best technique, pasted down through 12 - no 13 generations!)

Cue the 'Perfect Cast' in all it's glory - albeit a lot more sparkly/flashy than from the Goofy Movie. He plucks a high level star shaped gummie from the sky and hands it to Sora, who looks delighted at the whole event. Goofy gets this very sly, yet fond look in his eyes, as he asks Sora if he wants to learn/try it out. And - YES - absolutely! Wait till he tells Riku about this!

Sora's grin gets big enough to set the ship to full+ power as he's tripping a bit over his feet - and - is it '10 o'clock to 12 o'clock or 2? He's not really great as this, (the tour jeté, twist kind of gets him,) but he's having the time of his life learning! It distracts him from some of the more unpleasant things that niggle at the back of his mind, and... he's just really happy to be with Goofy and Donald in that moment.

Yeah there is so much going on for him, ranging from being 'the Keyblade's chosen one' to 'a guardian of light', but you know what...

Sometimes, life is tough, but there's always fishing.

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I feel like this story could be set anytime between KH1 - 3 but, just, Goofy parenting little KH1 Sora would be... so sweet! And maybe let them go to Disney Town where Sora babysits little Max. Or make it the opposite, and have a college age Max watch him. And Sora is offended - he is 14 - not a baby. Followed by him and Max having bonding time.

*crys*

There is just so much potential!

(Also I'd like to point out if Max is a baby, there is someone watching him. Maybe his mom is still alive, or he has a live in nanny, or something. Look - there are benefits to being on Mickeys payroll, and Goofy isn't out here leaving his kid with no one to take care of him.)

I wish for Goofy to parent Sora the way he parents Max

#sora #goofy #kingdom hearts #cute #ficlet #kingdom hearts fic #fic idea #fanfiction #kh #Sora #Donald #Goofy #Riku #fishing #fluff #wholesome #the perfect cast #goofy is a good dad!#Fic

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worurntas · 2 years ago

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enniewritesathing · 4 years ago

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John was so proud of catching this fish, he had to show to me

good job, sweetie

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #simblr #oc: john #you know how they'll do something and they look up at nothing in particular #i always thought it was because of ceiling fans but i guess not #...it was a gummi fish and that raises questions #this game is weird lol

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photoboothphotos · 2 years ago

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The Summer of Love

Jake Peralta x Reader - Taking care of each other when you get sick [1.08K Words]

“Babe, come on, open up!” Jake called into your apartment door.

It had been days since Jake had last seen you. Since he last saw you, work had turned into a chore and the nights he spent without you felt lonely. The Brooklyn summer was supposed to bring in what Jake had planned to be the Summer of Love featuring his favorite actors: drive-in movies to see your favorite films, Sunday mornings spent with your parents at brunch, and weekday nights making gummy worm pancakes in celebration of solving whichever case you two had been partnered on. Instead, the intense New York sun had brought in a haze of dryness and a waft of heat that put you in a sickly trance.

Jake knocked on your door once more, before deciding enough was enough. “Okay, I’m coming in!” He warned as he fished the spare key to your place out of his jean pocket. The keys jingled wildly as he jimmied his way through the door. He burst into the apartment, taking in the scene. The room was something close to a crime scene, take out boxes stacked haphazardly on your counters, empty tissue boxes decorating your carpet, with a trail of loose socks leading into your room.

You groaned at the sight of your boyfriend, shielding yourself under your covers.

“Awe I love it when you call me Argh Huff Mmurr,” The detective joked sarcastically mimicking your grunts while throwing your stray socks into your laundry hamper with a soft Jordan when it fell into the basket. “It’s always so endearing.” Jake took in your sleep messed up hair and cough syrup tinted lips. Your condition was worse than Jake had anticipated, he was going to need to call for back-up.

In record time the rest of the squad had arrived, masked up and ready to be assigned a task. “Thank you all for coming here today on your weekend off,” Jake greeted. “I’m calling this Operation: Heal the Babe, the babe being (Y/N) and healing being the goal of this mission.”

The squad collectively raised their eyebrows, “Yes, there was no need to explain any of that.” Jeffords started.

“And do you have to make everything a movie mission Peralta?” Holt questioned, agreeing with the sergeant.

“Babe is also such an outdated nickname, speaks loudly on your modern take of feminism Jake.” Santiago teased earning a smirk from Diaz.

The gang quieted down their taunting as Jake admitted the flaws in his mission name and began assigning positions. With the responsibilities assigned, the group broke out in a quiet Nine-Nine cheer as to not disturb your sleepened state. Boyle had begun whipping up what he would describe as a fabulous blend of legumes brewed in a blend of Tahitian spices and chicken broth. With his hands full sprinkling egg noodles into the soup, the chef continued to hum happily at the concoction he was stewing. At the other corner of the room Holt and Santiago had begun the task of organizing all the piled up mail and missed package slips you’ve neglected. The others - Jeffords, Linetti, and Diaz - ventured off to the pharmacy for snacks and supplies.

Although Hitchcock and Scully had originally joined the mix, the pair had drifted off in their own mission. Without either of the two being seen by anyone, Jake had tasked himself with dealing with the mess. Once Jake had bagged the evidence of your food containers and slewn garbage, he promptly snuck his way back into your bedroom for some recon. He jumped over the trenches of your stacked pillows and shimmied under the vent of your blanket fort before hitting the jackpot - your adorable face.

Your cheeks were dusted red due to your fever and a similar tint shown on your crinkled nose. “Jake,” you rasped his name in protest. “Get out, I don’t want to get you sick.” Your whine came out soft, dismissing any harness in your tone.

Jake shook his head with a smile before planting a soft kiss on your pouted mouth. “Rule number one of police work: never shy away from a challenge.” Peralta whispered before giving you another kiss, this one feeling deeper than the first.

You let out a small laugh accepting defeat, “I’m pretty sure the first rule of policing is to protect and serve,” You countered. “Thank you for coming to save me.” You reach up to brush a fallen curl away from your boyfriend's face, dragging your thumb down his cheeks, familiarizing yourself with the curve of his jaw.

Peralta’s corner lip lifted up further as he noticed you wearing his old police academy training shirt, “What can i say? I missed my partner. This was supposed to be the Summer of Love!” He leaned his cheek into your palm, finding comfort in your touch. The detective had forgotten how soft your hands were. “Plus the glowy skin your fever is giving you is doing something for me.” Jake winked, beaming despite your eye rolling. He knew there was no hate in your actions, and the long nights without you had made him throw all caution into the wind. He snaked his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest. Jake had leaned into your presence once more, making you erupt with giggles as his lips teased your shoulder and neck.

Before long, away with the wind, Jake's immune system was also tossed to the side. As soon as you had gotten better, you saw that Peralta was missing from your first day back at the precinct. Before you could reach the seat of your desk your phone rang with a text notification. You unlocked your phone revealing a picture of Jake in your old police academy t-shirt, the hem riding up his stomach as the shirt fit over him tightly, fitting a size too small. Jake’s happy expression despite his sickened state made you smile. You chuckled, as you cleared your evening schedule while asking Boyle for his chicken noodle soup recipe.

As life would have it, the Summer of Love had a recasting of its feature actors. The movie now starred: days of you nursing Jake back to health, a month's worth of the both of you catching up on missed work, and a string of late nights spent over boxes of pizza and confusing case files. Although your summer had not turned out like how either of you had wanted, you were happy to finally have spent some time together.

And on cue Hitchcock and Scully had finally returned during one of your late night missions with a steaming thermos filled with sweet coffee. “Hey Jakey, the ladies at the coffee shop gave us these tickets to the drive-in movie this weekend. Did you want them?”

Jake smiled looking your way, “That’d be nice,” he said leaning in to give you a kiss, not a worry in his mind. “The Summer of Love reprise sounds like a great movie.”

#jake peralta x reader #jake peralta x y/n #jake peralta imagine #jake peralta blurb #jake peralta #b99 #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn nine nine imagine #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta oneshot #jake peralta one shot #jake peralta drabble #jake peralta fiction #jake peralta fic #jake peralta reader #jake peralta fluff

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spideyzgirl · 3 years ago

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↳*falling for you* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary: you can’t seem to stay conscious long enough to talk to peter

warnings: fluff, some angst, a little dramatic

tom!peter x shy!reader

wc: 1.5k

taglist | masterlist

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

you weren’t sure what it was about peter parker that drove you crazy, but you knew your tremendous crush on him played a factor in it.

it was starting to become a problem though, as you found yourself fainting each time you saw him. it was like your brain went on airplane mode at the mere sight of him.

“i call it the peter parker phenomenon.” mj blurted, as she watched you try your best to keep from looking at peter, who was a few lockers down to your right.

you cocked your head at her, raising an eyebrow in question.

“you know, the way you just pass out when you see peter? that’s really embarrassing by the way, you should probably go see someone about that.”

“it��s not my fault. i can’t help it if he so cute, thoughtful, and sweet. i once saw him free a dog who got his head stuck in a bike rack, while other people just walked by.”

mj rolled her eyes and sighed as you went on with your rant.

“and he smells so good michelle. i once got close enough to him, and he kind of smells like cinnamon- or apple pie? one or the other. i can’t tell. all i know is that- what are you doing?”

mj had wrapped her arms around you, almost hugging you, in the middle of your rant.

“peters coming, i don’t want you to fall.”

“what!? mj let go, seriously! i have to go, right now.”

you pried at her hands and flailed like a fish out of water, but she surprisingly didn’t let up.

“too late, he’s here.”

you immediately stopped struggling as you locked eyes with him accidentally, and already felt yourself becoming lightheaded.

“hey guys, i was gonna ask you something but i feel like i’m interrupting… whatever this is.” he trailed off.

“oh please, go ahead and ask. we’re not doing anything, right y/n?”

the last thing you heard was peter muttering something as your body went limp, mimicking a rag doll. your head fell back onto mjs shoulder as she carried your weight.

“is she alright? she doesn’t look well.” peter pointed out.

“oh she’s just… acting! she’s in a drama class. she’s trying to see how many people she can fool into thinking she fainted. isn’t she so talented?”

peter gasped and poked at your eye gently, to see if you would move.

“woah, you’re really good y/n! she’s not even flinching.”

mj was starting to struggle holding your weight as she dragged your limp body while backing away from peter.

“yup, she’s going to broadway for sure. we’ll see you later okay?”

before he could respond, mj turned and dragged you down the hall towards the nurse.

the nurse let you go with a sip of water after you woke up. this wasn’t even your fifth visit to her, so she knew about your peter situation all too well.

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you were embarrassed about what happened, as you’ve never actually fainted in front of peter before. you didn’t want to show your face around him much anymore, he probably thought you were strange now.

as you were walking home from school, you decided to stop by delmars for something to eat.

you grabbed a few other snacks and walked back to the counter to pay, running into the one and only peter parker.

“oh, hey y/n. or should i say broadway star?”

you froze like a deer caught in headlights, and even dropped your gummy worms on the ground.

he picked them up and handed them to you. “these are my favorite kind. how’d you know?”

you couldn’t speak, you felt if you opened your mouth you would’ve thrown up on him. you desperately wished mj was there to save you again.

“i- um…” you felt yourself getting dizzy again, but you were determined on not falling out in front of him again.

you left your things on the counter and ran out the front door, with peter shouting after you. the way you acted around peter made you feel utterly ridiculous. crying felt like best option as you ran home, so you let hot, frustrated tears fall down your cheeks.

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the next day wasn’t much better as you found yourself hiding behind your locker door, avoiding peter like the plague.

“the peter parker phenomenon got a hold of you again, huh?” mj popped up randomly, making you jump.

“how’d you know? who told you?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“the devil himself. he thinks you hate him, you know. he said you ran away from him or something.”

you gasped quietly. the one person who you were hopelessly falling in love with, thought you hated him.

“what? that’s ridiculous! it’s nothing like that, you know it.”

“i do, but he doesn’t. just tell him y/n. if you don’t, he’ll slip right through your fingers.”

“i would tell him, except i don’t want the rejection that follows,” you shrugged. “besides, how am i supposed to tell him when i can barely get a word out around him? i couldn’t even stay conscious long enough if i tried.”

mjs eyes shifted past you, landing on peter, who was hesitantly approaching you.

“well, here’s your chance now,” your eyes widen as you realized what she meant. “you got this y/n, just… don’t be yourself.” she gave you a tight smile followed by a thumbs up, and turned to leave you on your own.

you turned around slowly, being met with peters polite smile.

“y/n can i talk to you?”

you couldn’t find words, and decided to remove yourself from the situation. it was a tough decision, but if you couldn’t talk to him, then you shouldn’t be with him.

you stepped back, beginning to turn away from him but he stopped you, grabbing on to your wrist. you flinched at the sudden contact, feeling sparks run through your arm.

“please don’t run away from me again.”

you shook your head at him, as your voice came out quiet. “peter, i- i need to go before i-“

“it’ll be really quick i swear just- woah, are you okay?”

you fell against your locker, feeling yourself become lightheaded around him once again. he grabbed your shoulders straightening your stance and you grabbed onto his arms.

you were shocked with yourself. you spoke more than 3 words to him, and you were still kind of standing.

“i’m fine i’m just- i just got dizzy…”

“i have a water bottle in my bag. hold on…” he held onto you with one hand as he gave you his water.

you took it with a shaky hand, and sipped from it, feeling your dizziness start to subside. your heart was beating throughout this whole interaction with him. you never saw yourself in this situation, you didn’t know how you were still standing.

“do you feel better now?”

you nodded, avoiding eye contact with him as you realized how close you were to him, which didn’t help with your attempt to stabilize your breath.

“y/n, what’s going on with you? why did you run away from me yesterday? i’m worried about you.”

“you- you’re worried about me?”

“of course, i care about you. a lot actually. that’s what i wanted to talk to you about…”

he lifted your chin with his finger, forcing you to look into his eyes. he smiled when he could finally see them up close.

“y/n, i really like you. i think you’re amazing and smart and talented. i mean, i thought you actually fainted yesterday. that was amazing.”

you fought a smile, you never thought in your life you’d hear those words come from him. to say you were elated was an understatement.

“oh, i did…”

“wait, what? you actually fainted?” he frowned.

“yeah… i’ve never had the best luck trying to talk to you. i’d always get so nervous around you that i’d faint trying. that’s why i ran away from you last night.” you debated on telling him this, but you remembered what mj said, and you figured you should go for it.

“peter, i like you so much. like a lot. i’ve never felt so sure about wanting to be with someone in my life.” you confessed.

you weren’t sure where this newfound confidence came from, but you used it to the best of your ability.

“well, you’ll never have to be that nervous around me again, because i want you to be my girl. do you want that?”

“yes, i do. more than anything.” you answered almost instantly.

he chuckled at your eagerness and slowly leaned in to kiss you, but mj suddenly popped up, sighing loudly.

“finally! i’ll never have to drag your heavy ass down a hallway again. although, i won’t complain. have you seen my biceps lately? i should be thanking you y/n.”

you giggled at your friend and hugged peter, you were proud of yourself for finally being able to do so.

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 4 years ago

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Play - OT7 Ceo au Drabble part 5 / Hyung line focus

Caution: fluff and mean teasing ahead. Continuation from part 4 (takes place before part one) please let me know what you think, I still need to edit blush lol

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Namjoon, Hobi and Jin are busy when you walk into drop the papers on Yoongi’s desk, they still greet you fondly while working and you bow deeply taking your leave. You don’t take a step out of the office when a hand comes across the door frame stopping you in your tracks.

Yoongi hides the mischief under his own skin better than the youngest CEOs but you can still see a glint of it as he smirks at you like you’ve been caught red handed. Well you had mere moments ago and you were hoping he wasn’t going to bring it up, seems like you were wrong.

“Did you have fun Kitten?” He saunters forward and you take a step back, why were these men hell bent on killing you today.

“Fun?” Hobi looks up from his paperwork and frowns questioningly at you.

Yoongi’s smirk grows wider as your mouth opens like a fish out of water, unable to speak a word as the heat in your cheeks returns with revenge. He gives you a fake look of pity at the pleading look in your eyes, did he feel cruel? A little, but why should the maknaes have all the fun?

You remember a time when he used to be stoic and mysterious, a time when he didn’t really used to speak to you unless it was work related, a time before you broke down his barriers and released this monster that loved to tease and torture you. What would it take to go back before you unleashed Min Yoongi from his shell to save you from this moment? He was as bad as Jimin, he just hid it better.

“Sunshine?” Hobi asks again after you don’t answer, and you narrow your eyes at his friend in distaste. You cannot believe the audacity of Min Yoongi.

“Cat got your tongue Y/n?” He looks pleased with himself, his gummy teeth on show, arms crossed and waiting. Damn these men if they think you were going to go down without a fight, this kitten’s got claws.

“I had lunch with Tae, Jiminie and Kookie,” you turn back and smile at Hobi, “I hope that’s okay.”

Hoseok arches his eyebrow in question to the man almost laughing behind you, why was this being brought up, it didn’t sound like a big deal. Jin and Namjoon also look confused but don’t look up from their papers, listening to the conversation instead.

Yoongi scoffs at your answer, “that’s not what it looked like to me.”

Namjoon could hear the jealousy in his tone even though he masked it up well, now he was interested.

“What did it look like beautiful girl?” Jin asks curiously.

Damn Min Yoongi to hell! You turn back to scowl at him, and he tries to stop the laugh at how cute his kitten looked when she was pissed at him. He crosses his arms expectedly, not uttering a word to save you. How on Earth were you meant to explain what happened when you couldn’t make sense of it yourself!

“I-I umm, I-I don’t know what it must’ve looked like,” you stutter out, “the guys were just...”

But remembering their touches and sultry gazes was bringing more heat up to the surface of your skin, you bite your lip and no one misses the action.

“... checking up on me?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Jungkook was massaging Kitten’s back while Taehyung was feeding her strawberries and who knows what Park Jimin was doing but knowing him he probably orchestrated the whole thing.”

You wanted to die on the spot, it didn’t sound that bad but these were your bosses and you were their employee this was beyond unprofessional. Why was Yoongi doing this to you!

Namjoon raised his eyebrow with a mix of shock and more questions. Jin and Hoseok tried to hide their smirks knowing full well what the younger CEOs were like and what games they liked to play with you, considering the fact they were the ones to come up with them.

Maybe if you prayed really hard the ground would open up swallow you whole.

“Really beautiful girl?” Jin’s thick lips were spread into a smile that made your knees shake, why were all seven of them so unknowingly sexy? “Why were they doing that?”

What was this? An interrogation? Your brain still hasn’t caught up with the events of earlier today, you’d love to know why yourself. Yoongi doesn’t help you out this time, watching you flounder was much more fun, sadistic asshole that he was.

“Are you not feeling too good Sunshine?” The care in his voice didn’t match the look on his face, it was almost mocking. Hobi’s pout was lethal, cute but teasing, and you didn’t know whether he was genuinely concerned or picking on you.

“Did they make you uncomfortable baby girl?” Anyone else would hear the irony as he uttered the pet name but you paid no attention to it as you shook your head in answer, suddenly finding the words to defend the three absentee CEOs to save them from the wrath of Kim Namjoon.

“No we’re friends right? They were just messing around, I didn’t take it too seriously, you know what they’re like,” you stop yourself rambling on, squeezing your lips shut with your teeth.

“Friends?” Namjoon tries to conceal the disappointment tn in his tone, a single eye brow raising and you take it the wrong way.

“No, not friends, I mean I know you’re all my bosses it’s just you’re all so nice I guess I just thought of you all as friends but I know my boundaries Kim depyunim, I respect all my bosses.”

He sighs, “call me Namjoon, Y/n.”

Or Joonie or Namjoonie like you did when you were in a really good mood and forgot all about how to address him correctly, he loved it when you pushed professional boundaries and gave them a Nickname, he knew how much you loved yours whether you admitted to them or yourself or not.

“I don’t think that’s fair beautiful girl,” Jin pouted, “they got to comfort you and we didn’t.”

That was the moment your brain decided to shut down completely, it was already on its way out and it decided to leave your body, heart and soul to the mercy of four gorgeous men. You nearly jump at the hands wrapping around your waist from behind, a sigh from Yoongi behind you as he presses himself against your back, head resting against your own as if he was getting ready to sleep like this.

“Did I give you too much work Kitten?” He said with concern. Where your brain failed your heart was going into overdrive to compensate. He’s holding you so close you can’t breathe and you wonder if your lungs are going to fail on you too.

“N-no Min depyunim, i-it was fine I-I, I just got distracted.”

There’s a sound of disapproval vibrating through him to you and you feel it through his body.

“Why are those three ‘Tae, Jiminie and Kookie” and we’re so formally called sir, depyunim, and Mr?” The jealousy he was hiding in his tone before was clear in his voice now, annoyance coming out before he could think his words through. “Are you not as close to us Kitten?”

You bit back the voice that wanted to say look at how close you are now but you think you’ve made him upset so you don’t. How could they doubt how much you cared about them or how close you felt to them? Do you ever let anyone else do this shit to you!

“They’re younger than me, you guys are older I just naturally have more respect for you that’s all,” you try and explain.

“I thought we were all friends Sunshine?” Hobi’s tone is more serious than you’re used to and internally you panic that maybe you have actually upset them.

“I think you need to make it up to us,” Jin chimes in with his own more stern demeanour.

“M-m-make it up to you...” you’re too intimidated to ask how, you’ll know it’ll unlock too many scenarios in your head that you’d have to hide from showing on your face. Save it for home Y/n.

Yoongi nuzzles against you to remind you he’s there as if you could forget with how you can feel every part of him. They all wonder how the youngest of them can tease you without it being torture for themselves, Namjoon has to grip his desk at the breathy look on your face as you’re melded into the man behind you.

“I think you should ignore those meddling three and give us all your attention today,” Hobi suggests.

“Treat us with affection for a change,” Jin agrees. “More affection than you give them.”

The command is clear in his voice even though he says it lightheartedly, you were soft for the maknaes, it was their turn now.

“Affection...?” You beg your brain to restart and help you out, your legs feel like jelly and you’re sure you’re dying with how your body is failing you.

“Hold us, hug us, I’ve seen you kiss Taehyung on the cheek,” Yoongi whispers into your ear.

“That was a bet! Jimin made m-”

“Tsk sounds like excuses baby girl,” Namjoon narrows his eyes at you warningly. “You could just admit you’re not as comfortable with us as you are with them, we won’t take it personally.”

How do you explain that you do feel comfortable with them, too comfortable for it to be appropriate, that you love the attention they give you but are so afraid of giving it back in case you cross a line you can’t see. You could lose yourself in how much affection you want to give them so you keep a tight reign on your urges. But if they want you too...

“What if I take it too far?” Your voice is small and full of doubt.

“You won’t Sunshine, but we’ll tell you if you do,” Hobi smiles endearingly at you.

“Maybe we should have safe word?” Jin’s eyebrows wiggle suggestively and you pray no ones listening to this conversation.

“Lets do traffic lights,” Hobi sounds excited and Yoongi snickers into your hair at how the situation is escalating.

“What do you say baby girl?” The grin on their faces was all the reassurance you needed, they wait with baited breath for your answer.

You smile back brightly, “green.”

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You could feel the glares Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook were giving you. You were still in their office sitting next to Namjoon, both of you looking at his laptop. That was absolutely fine in their eyes, but why were you leaning in so close to the lead CEO.

You hadn’t said a word to the three much to their annoyance, the hyungs didn’t answer their questioning gazes but from the Cheshire grins on their faces it didn’t take a genius to figure out they had a hand in this.

“Do you think we went too far?” Jungkook whispers under his breath to Jimin as they both sat at their desks.

Jimin doesn’t take his eyes off your form and shakes his head, he could tell from the smug look on Yoongi’s face that he was the mastermind or perpetrator behind your new behaviour. If you really were angry with them you’d ignore them with confidence but the way you looked at Namjoon for reassurance told him something else. This was petty revenge, and the knowledge that you were going along with it irritates him to no end.

Taehyung tried every thing to get your attention, he was still adamantly standing in front of you and Namjoon pouting sadly at you, but you couldn’t look at him or you’d break, plus the firm hand on your thigh under the desk was also reminding you of your promise. You couldn’t win either way, you were literally in the middle of this childish game thinking you were the player both teams wanted, not realising you were the prize.

“Flower please look at me,” Taehyung could melt ice with his voice, he could command the Earth to stand still and it would for this beautiful man, who could deny him? You were struggling. “Are you not my good girl anymore?”

Namjoon’s fingers squeezed your leg harder knowing that Taehyung was playing dirty with your pet names. He could see your resolve breaking and he had to do something quick, they had to win this one.

He looks away from his laptop and stared longingly at you until you turned to meet his gaze, he gave you his best dimples, the only weapon that would strike Taehyung efforts down. The instant you saw the deep indentations on his cheeks you couldn’t help but smile back, the younger man in front of you both dropped his jaw defeated. It was like he didn’t exist and he really didn’t like that.

You notice a strand of hair not jelled back by Namjoon’s ear not even thinking when you push it back with your fingers, you’re so close... Namjoon’s breath hitches in his throat when he feels the warmth of you on his skin, you lean you arm onto him as your hand strokes his hair, not realising you were moving closer still eyes on his features and how sculpted his face looks. He’s so beautiful, you’ve never seen him so close. You let out a pleased hum forgetting about the predicament you were currently in.

“Joonie you’re so handsome,” you say absentmindedly and the rest of the room turns too quiet. He tries to swallow his sudden nerves, tries to stop the shy smile that takes over his features as he looks down away from you, dimples still intact. The rest of the CEOs watch their fearless leader turn to mush at one compliment from you, if their rivals could see him now.

The silence is broken by a scoff from the oldest of the maknaes and your reflexes have you meeting his narrowed displeased gaze... oops.

“Kitten I’m getting a headache,” Namjoon half resents Yoongi for taking you away from him, and half wants to thank him because he’s forgotten how to breathe with you so close. You stride over to the shortest of the CEOs who leans back in his chair with his eyes closed in pain. You don’t hesitate to stand behind him fingers on his forehead, gently massaging his temples. The groan of pain and pleasure leaves his lips as your hands go to work.

“Noona I’ve got a stomach ache,” Jungkook tries with the most pathetic voice he can muster. For your attention he could become the worlds greatest actor. You have to consciously cement your feet where they are to not run over to him too, you clench your jaw as you ignore the pained expression on the Maknae’s face.

“Wow Y/n’s so mean,” Jimin plays into his habit of talking about someone as if they’re not there. “She really is ignoring us after we took time out of our busy schedule to make sure she was alright.”

You bite your lip, you bite your tongue, the guilt was already getting too much, you look at Hobi pleadingly but he shakes his head knowing what your eyes were asking. You had to prove to them they meant as much to you as the youngest three did, but did it have to hurt so much, they all had your heart why did you have to play piggy in the middle over it.

The man under the ministrations of your fingers let out an exaggerated moan to grab your wavering attention.

“Kitten it really hurts,” he pouts up at you, you want to coo at how adorable he looks, if your colleagues could see the ‘stone’ man now.

“Kiss it better.” It’s not an option, you can see the daring glint in his eyes as he opens them to watch your reaction. Your fingers stop all movement and you look surprised but not uncomfortable. This you would expect from Park Jimin, but he would have to whine and fuss until you even thought about giving in, so you can imagine his displeasure and aggravation when you don’t put up a fight against Yoongi. Even Yoongi is shocked when you lean down to press your lips against his forehead, the sound of your kiss heard by every ear in the room.

“Better Sweetie?” You ask smiling. The gummy teeth are on show as he nods softly at you, unable to speak a word. He fights the shudder of delight that courses through his body, you purposefully gave him a kiss.

Sweetie? Did you seriously call Min Yoongi Sweetie?! Jimin seethes from across the room, jaw clenched and foot fidgeting under the table at the audacity of it all. You hadn’t called him Mochi since last years office party and he begged you to call him that, now you were giving the rest of them adorable nicknames?

Hobi lets out a big dramatic sigh, it didn’t matter how much of your attention he wanted he was a terrible actor, but he knew he didn’t have to be excellent at the skill, you’d play along anyway. It’s the adorable puppy dog eyes he gives you that has you rushing over to him as he types away at his laptop. You stand behind his desk chair and lean down to hug him while he worked, arms crossed across his shoulders, cheek leaning against the side of his head. They demanded affection, who were you to deny it.

“You’re such an Angel Y/n,” Hoseok says purposefully emphasising on Jimin’s pet name for you, knowing it would set him off. Call it silly but they were all territorial over their names for you, so this was a devastating low blow.

“Hyung!” Jimin calls out accusingly, but Hobi only snickers. He’d make it up to him another time.

“She really is a good girl,” Jin joins in smugly, as Taehyung looks at him in exasperation from where he’s now sat at his own desk. You were fun to tease but with you on their side during this game, the Maknaes were the next targets.

It’s Jin’s turn to make a noise of faux sadness, if you werent currently making a show with them you would’ve thought it was real.

“Beautiful girl do you think my face looks really puffy today?” He asks you with exaggerated tone. “I don’t feel very beautiful today.”

It’s your turn to bring out the acting skills as you let out an equally exaggerated gasp, starting to enjoy the role you’ve been playing since it gave you an excuse to get closer to the 4 you felt like you had distinct professional lines with.

“Jinnie don’t say that,” you frown disapprovingly, leaving the comfort of Hobi to cup the face of the oldest of the CEOs with both your hands, making him look up at you. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Really?” His tone is laced with amusement from the scene youre improvising with him, you can see it in the way he smiles.

“Sometimes when I’m working and you walk past, my mind goes blank because it can’t handle how good looking you are,” it’s a genuine confession disguised as a compliment. He starts chuckling but his ears go red from how affected he is by your words, he knows he’s good looking but hearing it from you made it mean more. You noticed, he didn’t care about the rest of the world.

“You’re pretty too Y/n,” he flirts back and it brings out a wider smile from you. “Cute as a bunny.”

“That’s it!”

They expected Taehyung or Jimin to break first, but it’s Jungkook that rises from his chair abruptly with a dark look over his features and his jaw clenched hard. His desk is closest to Jin’s so it doesn’t take him a second to reach you and tear you away from the oldest, throwing you over his shoulder as he walks out of the office with you, caution thrown to the wind. You’re too shocked to say a word but you tell yourself it’s the blood rushing to your head that’s making your cheeks feel so hot.

Thank heavens it was past 5 and no one else except the cleaners were in the building.

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coffeecupmemes · 3 years ago

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Food for Thought

Send in a question (or questions) from the list below to learn more about my muse’s tastebuds!

Remember to specify a muse if this is reblogged by a multimuse!

Do you drink milk while eating cookies?

Do you like eggs? If so, what’s your preferred style (scrambled, over medium, sunny side up, etc.)?

What toppings do you put on your hamburger?

What is your favorite pizza topping?

What’s your favorite breakfast meal?

How do you like your steak?

What is your go-to comfort food when you’re feeling down?

If you could eliminate one food so that no one would eat it ever again, what would you pick to destroy?

Do you have any strange food pairings you love that no one else understands?

What’s a food that you associate with where you grew up?

Which is better to you: the center or corner piece of a brownie?

Do you prefer chocolate or vanilla?

Is there a food you used to hate but don’t anymore due to your tastebuds changing?

Do you enjoy food from countries that are not your own?

Do you eat dessert before or after your meal?

Have you ever thrown spaghetti against the wall to test for doneness?

When you prepare salad for yourself, do you rip your greens (lettuce, spinach, etc.), or do you cut them?

How often do you eat fish?

Do you have any food quirks? (Examples: arranging a particular food in a certain way before eating, eating foods in a certain order, eating certain foods in a particular way every time (like biting the heads off of gummy bears))

Are there any recipes that have been passed down through the generations in your family? Have you passed them to anyone outside of your family? Or are they a closely guarded secret?

Do you now, or have you ever, grown or raised any of the food you eat?

When eating out, at what kind of restaurant do you prefer to dine?

#sunshine memes #headcanon memes

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plush-rabbit · 4 years ago

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Play With Me

Request: hii can i request an nsfw of Leviathan and fem s/o with forced feminization and humiliation ( levi receiving) ??

Warnings: Light Humiliation, Usage of a Strap

Word Count: 2K

A/N: Echo from Bad Dragon is what I’m referencing!! I hope you like it!! I’ve been in a big er- power move lately!! Shigaraki will get one too so Gamer Simps, yall are getting fed these next few days!!

You stand in Leviathan’s room, the blue hue against your skin making you glow. You look at the bathtub, a frown on your lips. You have enjoyed doing this ordeal on something softer but a gaming chair will suffice. You’re sure those are soft and made for comfort given how long people must sit in them. You fix your strap, the cock in your hand feeling firm. Shadows move under the closet door. In the fish tank, a lone orange fish blinks at you before swimming away. Your face burns, the thought of a beloved pet watching what you’re about to do making you slightly embarrassed. The thought floats away as soon as it comes when the door creaks and out steps a demon clad in pink and frills.

Leviathan steps out of the closet in a revealing maid outfit. Your smile thins, glee coursing through your veins as he tries to pull down on the frilly fabric that wraps around his waist is laced at the ends with white, two white stain bows that pinch at the waist and pull the fabric together. The frilling hardly covers the beginning of his bulge hidden in pink panties decorated with lace at the edges and a white satin bow in the front. His chest is covered by a lacy bralette, his soft pink nipples peeking through the lacy fabric. Around his neck is a frilly collar, scrunched against his neck. He stares at the floor, hands bunched around the frills as he starts to leak at the tip of his cock.

“Already wet and hard, huh Levi?” You jest, your steps coming closer to him, the ends of your heel clacking against the tile in his room. “Turn around for me, sweetheart.” He nods his head, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he spins slowly, stopping until his bum is facing you. Against the tight underwear, a heart shape is pressed against the fabric. “Already prepped, I see.”

“Are you proud of me?” He asks, turning back around to face you, his steps coming closer to you. “I did a good job, right?” His smile is nervous, slowly becoming wide as he looks towards you for approval.

Your smile falls, a curl of your upper lip graces your features. You click your tongue in response, and roll your eyes. “So desperate for any amount of approval, hm?” You sigh, your shoulders slumping and gaze looking bored. “You reek of desperation, you filthy slut. Now hurry up and get on your knees.” He nods his head, walking closer to you until you stop him. “Ah, ah,” you lilt, wagging a finger in the air. “Crawl over to me. I want to see you work for my cock, okay?” You sit on Leviathan’s gaming chair, the leather cushioning your beck as you cross your legs.

The strap that rests is a soft blue and white mixed together. The tip is thick enough, the rest of the cock slowly expanding with a gentle curve and pushed against the lower base. A medial ring circles around the lower base, firm and expanding just before slimming down into a softer base. The strap circles around you, hugging at your hips as a smaller, and slender version of your cock rubs against your inner walls. You sit at his chair, barely able to contain your smile as Leviathan crawls towards you, his head held high as he keeps a heavy blush on his face.

“Beg for it,” you murmur when he rests at your feet.

“Please let me suck your cock. I’m gross and pervy and I need to have my throat filled with your cock. Please. I’m already leaking just by looking at it.” His voice cracks, a frown against his lips. He shifts his legs together, his hand going to clutch at the frills around his waist, his middle and ring finger extended to graze against the panties. You look down, his eyes glistening with tears and bottom lip trembling, and he gives you a look so pitiful it might have been cute if it weren’t on someone so disgusting. I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll be your dirty otaku if you let me.”

Satisfied enough, you nod your head and let out a sigh, you smile softening. “Get on your knees, Leviathan.” You lean against the back of the chair, your legs spreading as the strap bobs with the movement. Leviathan rises onto his knees, his warm breath against your inner thighs, his soft, dirty hands holding you tight at your thighs. The smaller toy moves inside of you, your walls conforming around the false cock, your face tightens, the soft curve of the cock hitting against your sweet spot. “You’re gonna suck my cock and you’re gonna make it good. Do you understand?” He nods his head, his tongue, a soft pink that fades into a darker blue, peeks out to wet his lips. You raise your leg, the point of your heel pressed against his shoulder. “I asked you a question, I expect an answer in response.” He mutters a quick yes under his breath, his face leaning closer to your cock. His pale skin is marked with red, an indent pressed against his shoulder.

His lips wet the head of the cock, the tip of it shining with spit. The soft blue and white cloud-like cock drips with his saliva. His cheeks are a deep red, tears filling his eyes only to spill out and curve past his cheeks. With each bob of his head, he gags, eyes filling with sweet tears as he buries himself into you. You’re sure that if you could feel the sensation of his mouth, that you’d be quick to release into his mouth but all you have for now is the slender cocktoy inside of you, rubbing so pitifully against your gummy walls. He presses himself close, cheeks flushed red and hands now moving to grip onto your thighs, his nails pressing into your skin and you’re too consumed by him to even care that he’s touching you. Even with the strap-on, he gives it his all, burying himself to the base of your cock, his cheeks hollowed and a hand slipping from your thigh to palm himself through the thin fabric of his panties.

“Okay,” you breathe out, a pool of saliva under your tongue, “get up and bend over.” You want as he rises, a tent in his underwear with the light pink now soiled by his own pre-ejaculate. He bends himself over his desk, his abdomen pressed against the edge of the desk, hands cushioned under his chin. Your hands trace over his hips, edging around the frills and lace and slowly pulling them off. The pink is now dark as it lines his cock. You press your lip against the base of his spine, his skin rising with goosebumps. Your name is muttered as your hands cusp his waits, grabbing at the hem of the underwear. His skin is pale, freckled with scales that begin to bud around his pubic area. He waits with bated breath, his hands curling and scraping against the desk. Amber eyes glance to the edge of the desk where it meets the wall, his figures watching him with an unblinking gaze as his underwear pools around his ankles. He looks away, raising his legs to step out of them carefully with his head lowered. He says something too low to be heard and he can’t be bothered to repeat himself.

You pull the heart plug out of him, his taint leaking with shining lube that spills out. Your hand curves over his bum, the fat of it soft under your palms. You’re quick to strike, hearing him yelp as red spreads around him. Your smile stretches thinner as your hand once again strikes him, red blooming across him as he whimpers, his legs tensing and muscles pulled taut. He counts under his breath, steadily and by the time he reaches twenty, his cock is erect, pressing against the desk as it dribbles out arousal.

You teeter at his rim, circling him with every breath, dipping a finger inside of him. It’s wet inside, thick, heavy cream that shines against your finger and he pushes himself out to you, a hand slipping to grab at his own rear. His nimble fingers press into the fat and he spreads himself. With only a loving touch against his wrist, you press your cock head against him and enter him slowly. You hiss as the toy inside of you rubs against your walls, edging deeper into you, pressed so firmly against your walls as the base of your toy presses deep inside of him. He coos, his back arching upwards and his hand faltering to the front of himself, wrapping around his cock and pumping it rapidly.

Your nails leave red crescents against his skin. He’s pitiful under you, needy and huffing like a bitch in heat. Your hands grip onto him tightly, brows furrowed and the creases deep. Sweat beads at your brow and despite his noises of pleasure, it still isn’t enough.

His head is pulled back, your hands knitted into his purple hair, pulling him backwards. He lets out a yelp- more out of shock rather than pain given how his lips almost upturn into a smile. “Are you actually enjoying this?” You spit out, slapping your hips into his rear, tightening your hold on his hair. Anger seeps into you, your words holding more poison. You aren’t sure if you’re angry out of embarrassment at the lack of true power that you have over him, or if it’s anger disguised as lust, so desperate to hear his moans that you’re willing to call him anything vile as long as he shows you his pleasure. “You’re fucking slut, Leviathan.” You curse at yourself. You’re unable to find anything truly original.

“More,” he gasps out, leaning forward, his hair pulled further. “More, please,” he says in a high pitched voice. “I’m a slut, just fuck me, please.” His hand pumps himself, the clicking in the room becoming sharper the longer he continues.

Your cunt leaks, dripping onto your inner thighs. Your other hand hooks into his mouth, brows furrowing as his teeth scratch the outside of your finger. “Third-fucking-powerful,” you hiss out, slamming into him. “All you are is a bitch in heat, begging and pushing your ass deeper onto my cock. You’re dressed in pink and frills-” your hips still, burying yourself deep into him, and you think you can feel his muscles twitching around you- “dressed like a whore and clenching on my cock like one.” He mumbles around your fingers, drool slipping past his lips and onto his chin. “How cute, you’ve resorted to babbling. Are you so desperate for cock that you’ve lost all sense of communication? Hm?” Your lip curls, your hips pulling out till the tip remains inside and you push back inside of him. “You’re pathetic Leviathan- so horrid that I’ll have to go and wash myself to rid myself of you and your stench but damn, you make for a good fuck.” You lean close to him, your breath faint against him. “Much better than the others, at least.” He goes rigid, his body tensing and he cries out your name- broken and full of cries. It’s repeated until it’s a whisper, your own name foreign to your ears.

You pull out of him, your face flushed and heart racing as you stare at the demon below you. He’s limp, legs spread as semen runs down his thigh. His taint gapes, and you frown. Your finger traces around the rim, ignoring his whines and the bucking of his hips.

“Next time,” you whisper, your finger edging into him, “I think I’ll get something to properly fill you.” Your finger edge back out, your hand gentle against the curve of his bum as you soothe the red skin. “How does that sound? Does that sound like something the princess might like?” He nods his head, turning slightly to look over at you. You give a curt nod. “All right-” your hand rests at the bottom of his back- “I’m going to go get you a snack, stay here, okay?” You step away from him to kiss at the front of his head, his hair sticking to his forehead and eyes heavy with exhaustion.

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Coming Down | myg

Okay, so here's the second installment of my BADLANDS Series. This is loosely based around Coming Down by Halsey. I realise I haven't really done them in a specific order, just the one I am pulled to next to write.

Warnings: Dom!Yoongi, Sub!Reader, mentions of slight work stress and societal pressures of being a woman, you know. All that good stuff.

Reader is a F E M I N I S T and proudly so. Loose mention of not wanting kids (which is fine btw) this is just a whole load of smut, not much fluff as it's FWB but.

Okay so, oral, f & m receiving, face fucking, fingering, multiple orgasms, rough sex, light spanking, choking (for like a milisecond) use of ties, slight sensory deprivation, slight body worship, overstimulation. Slight name-calling?? Yoongs says kitten ironically. Use of safe word/safe signal. Yoongles has a Sir Kink. (I can only apologise) Reader has a hand kink (obvs) just wants to get off and relieve stress, Yoongi is happy to be their relief.

word count: 9.8k 👀🐸☕ don't @ me

'I found God, I found him in a lover'

It was a normal Thursday evening, you'd finished work at 6pm on the dot and took the bus home. Fishing for your keys as you approached the front door of your apartment. Key in the lock, turn. Open. Silence. Walking into your hallway, slippers not quite on the rack by the front door as you rushed out of them into your heels this morning. Just where you left them. Sliding off your heels with a sigh as you trudged into your slippers, immediately comforted by the soft memory foam that supported your tiresome toes. Returning your heels to the rack. Shrugging off your bag and long coat, reaching nearly 2 feet above you on your tiptoes to hang your bag and coat on the coat rack. Muttering to yourself like you did every day. 'Coat and bag, then heels. Won't have to stretch so much.' Venturing into the living room. Magazine on the coffee table infront of the sofa where you had left it last night.

Empty. Not that you expected anyone to be home. No one making you dinner you didn't want, or taking up the whole sofa, or hogging the remote. You lived alone, and you liked it. Sure, for a pretty young girl in her mid twenties you often had looks and questions.

'When are you going to find the one?'

'When will you settle down and have a family?'

And truth be told, you didn't want to settle down. You had told your mother from a young age that you didn't want children, whether that would change over time or not you weren't sure. It hadn't changed. You still wanted your independence and that was okay. Women were not put on this earth just to bear children and you were the firmest believer in that. You liked your life just the way it was. A job you loved that you worked hard for, an apartment you were proud of and nearly every night you got to sleep in your own bed, alone, no one to whine at when they snored or your body being used as a warmer for their cold feet. The few nights you were away from your bed came from your once in a while rendezvous with an acquaintance of yours. Although you knew eachother more than mere acquaintances should.

You met at a bar some time ago. Lights flashed, sure to give you a migraine and music so loud your eardrums could burst at any given moment. You were dragged out to this stingy bar by your bestfriend in her attempt to finally get noticed by that one guy. Even in her twenties she was still as smitten as when you were both back at school. You wore a simple black dress with a low cut front, skirt just above the knee and plain black heels. Hair not much different to your everyday, maybe a few waves here and there and some more mascara than your normal work volume. Trying your best to blend in but still having the ornate ability to have eyes on you in any setting.

You spent a lot of time on the dance floor until your friend had found her prey and you circled around the bar. Much rather wanting to stay at home with a tub of ice cream and your cat watching some terrible reality show about Cabin Crew on a cruise ship. Shouting at the TV to throw the nasty woman overboard; waving your spoon at the screen as your cat looked on in understanding almost. But here you were, slumped against a sticky varnished oak bar, propped up on an old velvet stool, twisting your straw in your glass, nonchalantly spinning the steadily melting ice as you listened to your friend talking to her guy. Suddenly feeling a hot hand against your lower back and someone lean over the bar between you and your otherwise occupied friend. Looking up at a pale man to your left.

" Whiskey on the rocks. " came his order to the bar tender; sharp, leaving no room for anything blasé.

Catching his eye, he looked you over once with a subtle bite of his lip and the flick of his tongue at the seam of his mouth; eyebrow raised with a lingering smirk before he vanished into the sea of people again with his drink.

Dumbfounded, you sat there, staring at the now empty spot where he had been mere seconds ago, the now cool expanse of your lower back where his large hand once was, fizzing. Swinging round on your stool, propping your elbow on the bar behind you, your eyes scanned the room. It wasn't the biggest bar. It wouldn't take long to find him.

Soon you caught eyes with him across the dance floor, stood with his taller, tanned friends as he held the whiskey glass firm in his hand; talking amongst themselves. Dark Brown, almost black hair feathered across his forehead, just above his twinkling chocolate eyes. Thin upper lip pressing to his plumper bottom lip before perfect white teeth graced your vision in an endearing gummy smile. Eyes still not catching you between the bodies of people dancing. Several silver hoop earrings in each ear. He wore a long black sweatshirt, black ripped jeans and boots. A couple of silver rings adorned his strong fingers.

You took a sip of your drink, gaze intermittently fluttering in his direction as you scanned the room, your friend had left to go and dance. Eyes found her and you nodded, knowing she was fine. As your stare focused back on the man before you he finally looked up, catching your eye with his, dark and mysterious. His lips pulling into a smirk again as he gazed at you. Heat bubbling in your chest from his wandering eyes on your body through the gap in people on the dance floor. He eventually made his way over to you and whispered a few words into your ear. Cool and calm.

" Come back to my hotel. "

And so you did. One slightly drunk, intense one night stand later and here you were, 6 months down the line sleeping with eachother whenever he was in town. A classic Friends With Benefits situation, although you weren't really friends.

You walked into your kitchen, greeting your ginger tabby cat with a kiss as she meowed at you in greeting. Grabbing yourself a glass for water and pouring kibble into her bowl on the floor, your routine monotonous but you didn't mind. Your cat tucking into her dinner as you filled up your glass, taking a sip. Looking at delivery menus on your fridge under old magnets from previous travels, deciding on Chinese; plucking the menu from the fridge, you had a training day for other colleagues at work tomorrow which meant a day off for you. No needing to cook dinner and get an early night tonight. Placing your glass and the menu on the coffee table in the living room, you switched on the tv, chucking any random show on then bumbling along to your room, opening the door. Greeted by quiet and serenity. No dirty pants on the floor or unmade bed. You smiled with contentment, unzipping your dress to pool at your feet before tossing it into your wash basket. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your most dependable black bra and panty set glaring back at you as you fixed your hair into a ponytail and wiped off your makeup. Throwing on a sweatshirt and some leggings. A short while later you plopped yourself down on the sofa and switched on the tv, greeting your cat with a scratch under her chin as she sauntered into the room, hopping up on the sofa with you.

Zoning out to the world around you as a terrible drama played on in the background as you glanced over the menu, not really paying attention to anything in particular. You had been a little stressed over the past couple of weeks, mounting pressures of a new senior in your department threatening to change everything you had sculpted into a balanced working environment over the last 3 years. Societal pressures and backhanded compliments from your mother's 'garden party' friends concerning whether or not you were defective in choosing a man. Or having one choose you. But in reality, the truth is, you had a stable relationship previously, unfortunately he was a dick and you're not stupid. So the single life had been your rather quiet reality for the last 18 months. No one to answer to or to worry about. Just you and your cat.

Your mothers friends never seemed to understand that, always too engrossed in whether or not you had a man on top of you every night to see that their husbands had found other, much younger women to be on top of. All of this filtering through the crack in your hardened shell, filling your mind with alternate realities until you got a text coming through. Cutting through all the fuzz that piqued in your brain. Picking up your phone, you saw who it was. Him.

'I'm in town, come over?'

Your reply was short and sweet.

'Sure, be over in 20.'

Snapping out of your previous thoughts and placing the menu back on the coffee table you sat and pondered for a minute. This was fine. This was what you needed. To let off some steam, in a judgement free setting. No cold glances your way, or harsh words uttered, unless it was you being tied to the headboard again like you had been convinced to try last time with his unadulterated gaze looking down at you writhing underneath him. The thought alone had your hair standing on end and a shiver running through you as you stood from the sofa, heading to your room.

Sifting through your wardrobe to pull on some old trainers, checking yourself in the mirror not really knowing why. In your hallway you made sure the lights in the apartment were off and your cat was happy, tucked up in the corner of the sofa snoozing away. Making sure you had your keys and phone in your bag, you left, key in the lock, turn. Locked. Walking down the hallway and down to the ground floor, heading out of the building to head right. The hotel he always stayed at was only a block or so away so the walk was relatively short. The sun was setting now as it hid behind the skyscrapers that canopied the city. Passers by making their way home or even to work. Still lots of cars on the road and bicycles that weaved in and out of traffic. The breeze was light and cherry blossoms danced in the air, separating from a tree as you passed a nearby park. The air was cool, as it would be in early May. Not too hot. Reminded of your journey, that first night.

'When his hair falls in his face and his hands so cold they shake'

You had left swiftly after his original proposition, making up some story about your cat or an early work meeting or something. Anything to get you out of there and with him. His hand returned to the small of your back as you left the bar, being ushered into an awaiting taxi outside. Shuffling all the way over to the other side, he slid in next to you blurting out the address to the hotel at the driver. Hair falling in his face. Eyes wild as they sparkled from the reflection of the dim streetlights. Smirking at you as the same powerful hand you had grown accustomed to on your back, made a home on your knee, slightly tucked under the skirt of your dress. It was now cold to the touch. Strong and intimidating as the taxi started to drive away. Not being able to take his eyes off you he leant forward and whispered in your ear.

" You look so delicious. " His voice low that reverberated through you, straight to your core as he squeezed your knee. Uttering the last syllable with a kitten lock to the shell of your ear.

To this you bit your lip and shifted uncomfortably in your seat. His hand, in turn sliding further up under your dress to the wider expanse of your thigh. The material of your dress pressing his hand taught against your skin.

He swooped down to your ear again, pressing an open mouthed kiss under your ear before he whispered " can't wait to taste you. "

You keened away from his grasp to no avail. He knew what he was doing to you, breath shallow and flighty in your chest as his teeth tugged at your earlobe.

"Please " You breathed, the first word you uttered to him.

Not really sure what you were pleading him for but the fire in your chest and the dampness of your panties flourished an urgency within you that was incorrigible. He smirked again at this, eyes dancing like Fireflies in the night. The hand that was to his side while the other hid between your thighs came up to cup your cheek, turning your face towards him.

"Soon. " He chuckled before biting your lip.

Drawn back to reality, passing people and cars. Your trainers pulling you towards your destination as your head had an argument with your feet. Was this a good idea? You didn't want to get yourself into a situation where either of you caught feelings. You were a pro at being a cold hearted bitch now but the odd sincere glance your way, especially from him seemed to melt your resolve, even just a little. Recounting the previous times you had taken this walk and what it would lead to.

After your first night with him, it was like a drug. You always wanted more. To say he was good in the bedroom was a complete cop out. He was...He was something. Made you feel things you'd never felt before and noises you'd never in your wildest dreams imagine yourself making. At decibels only a dog could hear. So once the addiction started, you started seeing one another everytime he was in town. Sometimes a couple of times in a week. That went on for a solid 4 months and as work pressures mounted, you fell distant. Always busy catching up with work or having some alone time with your thoughts and your cat. He also got busy, having to travel more for work. You didn't really know much about except it was important and you felt based on the guitar he always packed with him, propped up against the wall in the corner of the room, it was something to do with music.

'I found a devil, I found him in a lover'

The last time you had seen eachother had been a little over 2 weeks ago. That night you'd stayed, which didn't come easily. You were adamant you would leave as soon as you'd cleaned up, even telling him so as he helped you wash in the bathroom, almost requesting a second round when he looked at you through the mirror with those sparkling brown eyes like the devil, but you had been so wound up and pushed to your limits that you felt sleep take you as soon as your body hit the mattress again. Memories of restraints, dark water colours that created the murky palette of his hotel room and the low thumping of your heart, even as you entered the apartment, seeing him there, a tie in hand and a coy smirk. That night he had called you. He never called.

" You busy? " He sounded gruff like he'd just finished working out - which you knew not to be the case.

"When am I ever busy? " You rebuttled with a laugh.

He joined you, then you could hear him grin down the phone. A different sort of grin. A devious one.

"I wanted to try something. "

There was quiet, you wished him to continue silently.

"Something I can't stop thinking about doing to you. " He whispered lowly.

Your ears on fire and furiously red in the face you hung up. Chucking a quick 'omw' text to him in return. That night had been the best sex you'd ever had. That's why you'd stayed. For fear of walking into oncoming traffic at 2am because of your disorientated state.

Your heart skipped a beat at the anticipation of what was to come once you knocked on the door and it sent a thrill through you. Rounding the corner you were met with a bleak grey concrete block of apartments that made up the hotel with a black sign. Crossing the street after looking both ways you jogged up the steps as you saw the door beginning to close after a couple just exited. Sliding in you headed straight for the elevator.

He always had the same hotel room which avoided any confusion. You ran to the elevator that had just opened and pressed the 7th floor. Alone again your mind wandered to your first night here, in this lift.

You'd both stumbled out of the taxi and shuffled over to the lift, he pressed the elevator button furiously as he got impatient; leaning against eachother. As soon as the lift doors were closed he pressed you against the wall, face millimetres from yours as his nose skimmed over yours. Both of your breathing, laboured and slow. His large hands roamed your body; your waist, up and down your thighs. Gripping at the flesh as if he owned it. You wanted him to. God you wanted him to own all of you in that moment. Gaze intense and unwavering as the mysterious glint in his eye grew. His hands slid around the curve of your ass which made you stutter, giving it a harsh squeeze that made you lose your breath.

"I'm gonna ruin you." He whispered devilishly in your ear as he bit the shell.

Pulled out of your reverie as the elevator doors dinged open, signalling you had reached your floor, face burning as you stepped out of the lift, cold fingers pressed to your cheeks to try and cool them. Preparing yourself for what man would greet you at the door. You never knew which one you would get. Sometimes he was ravenous and you never made it to the bed, lipstick smeared and tights ripped as he never had time to waste when he felt such a desperate need for you. Or you would get the cool calm and collected man that caught your eye that night all those months ago. That was, until he got you here. Alone with him.

Walking down the corridor to his room now, counting the doors as they seemed to go on for miles, dark in wood with numbers etched in gold with golden handles. Your breath starting to slip away from you as you imagined as soon as you opened that door you wouldn't be able to breathe steadily again for a while. Room 93. (Shoutout to Halsey's first EP) There it was. You slowed to a stop, almost nervous to knock. 'Just knock' You muttered to yourself. Rolling your eyes as you fidgeted on the spot, sighing as you raised your hand to knock on the door. Knock. Wait. Silence.

You were waiting for a little while which was unlike any other time. Checking your watch and the door number. You waited a little longer and you were just about to walk away when the door opened slowly. You turned; met with the same dancing brown eyes you caught in yours all those months ago, although slightly sunken, maybe he hadn't been sleeping well? His lean frame propped up against the door. Arms folded over his broader chest. Hair fluffed over his forehead, slightly damp. Pale skin flawless and glowing against the dark background of his hotel room and the darkness of his simple black tee and sweatpants. Silver hoops still adorned his ears and rings still glistened on his beautiful hands. Eyes unwavering as they honed in on you. Smirk playing on his thin lips.

"You're early." He mumbled all knowingly, looking at the rings that adorned his knuckles, as if he were about to connect them with a wall.

You stuttered, heart in your mouth as you gawked at the man. Feeling like a naughty school girl that was about to get a ruler spanked across her a-. You stopped the thought for fear of collapsing in the hallway. His eyes still on you, looking you up and down. You mentally slapped yourself for your attire. Sweatshirt and leggings. Not sexy in the slightest. Anyway. Why did you care? Not like you wanted to impress him, right? After another beat his strong arm pulled you in the room by the collar of your sweatshirt, closing the door swiftly behind you and pinning you up against it.

"Just means I have more time." He whispered against your lips.

Sweeping strands of hair out of your face delicately, tucking his fingers behind your ears. He smiled at you, his gummy smile. You never thought that smile would be directed at you. Let alone in this setting.

'With his lips like tangerines, and his colour-coded speak'

His lips moulded to yours with a sudden urgency. Teeth and tongue caressing your lips with power and want. Heavy breaths exchanged as you dropped your bag; hands trying to find purchase somewhere sturdy and stable. Deciding upon the strength of his arms. Eyes closing as you were swept away in the moment of teeth and tongue and pent up tension and wanton need for eachother. His fingers pulling out your hairband so your hair pooled around your face. His fingers lacing through the soft locks as he grinned against your lips. Always having an ornate infatuation with how silky your hair was. How good it felt wrapped around his fist as he fucked you into the mattress. How it spread out behind you like waves across the crisp white bedsheets, framing your face perfectly as you slept.

He missed this. Maybe he missed you. Jolted back from his sweet thoughts, hearing you start to mumble against his lips as he continued to pin you up against the door, your head firmly in his hands.

"Yoongi." You murmured again, slurring the word slightly; drunk off the potent lust he cradled you with.

He never let up from your lips, intent on breathing you in. Hands untangling themselves from your hair as his cool calm hands landed on your shoulders, moving you away from the door to pin you to a wall, nearer to the bed. An eventual destination set in his mind. He couldn't get enough of you. Your hands travelled to cup his cheeks. His lips dry against yours gaining moisture from the saliva rolling around in your mouths as your tongues fought. Small whimpers beginning to swim their way into the air. Music to his ears. Of all the music he'd ever had a hand in creating, he wished he could emulate your tiny whimpers. Your cries for more of him. All of him. Wanting to devour him whole.

"Fuck" He exclaimed, finally pulling away from you, heavy breathing as his forehead was against yours.

Not even giving you time to breath he reached for the hem of your sweatshirt, pulling it over your head to reveal your gorgeous body to his hungry eyes. Knowing now that hiding from his gaze would be futile. An attempt at covering up would leave your ass raw and marks all over every single inch of your body. God's above. He made you feel like the only girl in the world, to him you practically were. He never sought out for any other attention or company from other women. The taste of you as often as he could have you was more than enough to satiate his heart.

He made quick work of your bra before throwing his own shirt off onto the growing pile on the floor. His hands, rough against your soft, plush breasts as his thumbs circled around your pebbling nipples. His teeth latching onto your bottom lip, humming as he looked into your steadily closing eyes. Teeth venturing south along your jaw to your neck and collarbone as he began to grab at the skin of your waist after he finished moulding your breasts; as if trying to memorise the feeling of them in his hands. The weighted comfort he had grown to adore about your chest. Teeth sinking in, enticing low gasps and the tiniest of squeaks as he would bite too hard on already sensitive flesh, intent on getting every inch of your skin covered in small indentations from his teeth. Tongue lascivious against the contours of your neck and collarbones, sickly sweet taste of your skin that drove him wild.

'Now we're lost somewhere in outer space, in a hotel room where demons play'

All you could do was pant and mule against him, your hands in his steadily drying locks. Suddenly pulling away as he untied the drawstring of his pants.

"Knees, now." He whispered authoritively and you happily obeyed.

Flicking your hair off your shoulder you sank down onto your knees. Eyes ignited with a fire he practically stoked out of you. You admired his body on the journey down. Body lithe and pale, defined arms and chest with a flat stomach, no six pack or defined v lines that led to the promising tent that you saw in your line of sight. Just a small happy trail of hair from below his belly button sneaking into the hem of his sweatpants. Swiftly taking them down and off you were greeted with black boxers, looking tight around his cock cased within. You licked your lips in anticipation as his fingers forked through the hair on your scalp. Looking up to his face as he gazed down at you with a stern look in his own eyes; burning into your already flushed skin.

"Someone looks like they've missed this." He smirked as your hand rose to palm him through his boxers.

He released a low hum at the feeling of your hand cupping his balls. You knew that he was very sensitive there, from past experiences.

"Does the slut want my cock?" He asked, a feather of a chuckle rumbled in his chest at your immediate nod as you ran your tongue over the seem of your lips.

Your fingers delved underneath the fabric as you began to pull them down. Sudden slap to your hands had you shying away from him.

"Hungry sluts have to wait don't they, kitten?" His eyes zeroing in on your reaction to the pet name.

You gritted your teeth in vague annoyance at the name, after the first night, you told him you had to be home for your cat. Finding it oddly adorable you were a cat lady he called you kitten ironically, now it's stuck. Your eyes looking away from him, turning your head slightly towards the large window that showed the rest of the city. Twinkling lights now shining in the moonlight. His hand gripped your chin, pulling your attention back to him, forcing you to look up into his devious eyes.

"I don't think you answered me, slut." He snarled; releasing your chin from his grasp.

Your heart jumped in your chest. "Y-yes, sir."

He smirked again, feeling triumphant he patted your head, thumb smoothing over your hair line with ghost like touches before running it along the seem of your mouth, popping his thumb in, flat against your tongue. Closing your lips around him, beginning to suck, big eyes gazing up at him.

"Good girl." He whispered before removing his thumb from your mouth and yanking his boxers down and stepping out of them.

His fingers danced through his damp hair as his cock sprung up against his stomach, a muted groan as the cool air touched his reddened and straining cock. Your eyes widened, never getting used to the sight of his cock, inches away from your salivating mouth, making your panties pool with a carnal need for him to be inside you. Your hands began to rub up and down your jeans clad thighs, waiting with baited breath for him to give you the command. This man and the things you'd do for him would have others question if you were a feminist or not. How a strong single woman with a steady career and bustling social life could want to be so utterly defiled by a man and be at his every whim really flipped your ideology on its head. But a drug was a drug, and you were high on him like cocaine.

"Alright, stop giving me those bedroom eyes." He gushed, dominating voice faltering as he gazed down at you, waiting and ready for him to let you begin.

You fluttered your eyelashes at him, big and bold. Biting your lip as your hands rubbed along your thighs again.

"Fuck, just get over here." He laughed, holding the base of his cock in his hand as your hands slunk up his sturdy pale thighs.

Fingertips sending sparks through his body. Your lips reaching his tip, you looked up at him again as you kitten licked his bulbous tip, testing it. Like testing a car. He hissed to which you smirked. You took your tongue to lick the underside of his cock lightly, teasing his frenulum before swirling your tongue round his tip several times. He puffed out a harsh breath but never said a word, fingers beginning to weave into your hair with a softness you were unfamiliar with. Surrounding the tip with your lips as you slowly sunk the head into your waiting mouth. Giving kitten links to the underside again as you sucked on his tip for a moment. Yoongis breath was heavy, you could tell by his chest moving, half lidded eyes looking down at you as you took more of him in slowly. Tongue still licking everywhere you could. Your other hand still positioned on his thigh as you rubbed small circles in it with your thumb.

Starting to take him deeper in your mouth and pulling him back out for breath had him seeing double. His vision was blurred as he could feel your heavenly lips wrap around his strained cock, precum and spit starting to pool at the corners of your mouth; threatening to spill as you bobbed your head back and forth on his dick. Setting up a rhythm you plunged him in deep so your nose touched his abdomen and he threw his head back with a grunt; gritting his teeth.

"Uh, fuck. Your mouth is so good" He whispered into the air.

'I've got a lover and I'm unforgiven, I'm such a fool to pay this price'

Your mouth worked on him as well as it could. You would take a lot of him in and proceed to gag which made him grunt. As your hand began to work at the base of his shaft. Giving him your all. Making up for lost time.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last." He hissed. His hands in spearing through your hair as his thumbs rubbed at your scalp.

"I should've kept my hands to myself... Always impatient." He chuckled menacingly to himself; shaking his head.

Your breath was heaving as you pulled back from him. Hands gripping his thighs tight as you looked up at the man towering above you.

"What do you say, will you let me fuck your mouth like a good pet?" He asked, hands still in your hair.

"Make me cum, then it's your turn? How about it, kitten?"

No hesitation in your eyes as you gazed up at him as if he had hand painted all of the stars in the sky. You nodded profusely and he grinned at you; swiping the spit away from the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

"Good girl, remember your safe signal?" He asked, almost sweet in his tone.

You tapped the back of his thigh 3 times with your finger and he nodded. Feathering his fingers through your hair again, your hand still at the base of his dick lining him up to your waiting mouth. You gave him the go ahead as he thrusted shallowly into your mouth at first. Finally in your mouth his hands speared through your hair behind your ears to hold you still as he began to move his hips back and forth. You had done this before. Let him do this. But this time was so raw and so needy you honestly couldn't fathom how much you needed this. And it wasn't even your turn. He began to set up a rhythm working his length deeper with every thrust; starting to make you gag as you tried your best to relax. He breathed in sharply, his head thrown back as he pumped in and out. His shaft gliding smoothly across your tongue and beginning to slip down your throat as you sputtered around him. Hands firmly gripping the back of his thighs, the same way he was gripping your hair.

"Fuck, fuck. Your mouth. Kills me." He mumbled to himself; thinking you couldn't hear.

You looked up at him, a picture of bliss. Arms locked in place, keeping you still as he slid in and out of your mouth, picking up speed now. The veins in his neck; protruding under a velvet blanket of Frosted skin. Teeth gritted and brows furrowed. He looked down to see you already watching him. To this he groaned deep within his chest at the sight of you so willing and ready for him. Setting his nerves alight he could feel his orgasm approaching. Gripping your hair even tighter as he gave you a moment to breath before jackhammering into your mouth with a low whine.

"Fuck. Holy shit." He whispered before you felt his cock twitch deep in your throat and thick ropes of cum travel down it as he came; hips jerking at weird angles as you noticed sweat beading across his neck and collarbones; reaching up to his hairline.

After he had composed himself he pulled out of your mouth and you swallowed everything still left in your mouth before opening your mouth to show it was empty. He ran a solid hand through his own hair before he pulled you to your feet; planting a heavy kiss to your lips as he walked you back towards the bed. Practically pushing you back on it with a soft bounce. He suddenly rounded to the other side of the hotel room rummaging through a suitcase. Soon returning with several black ties in hand. Giving you a knowing smirk. You felt your stomach sink at the memory of your last adventure with this man. In this hotel room. With those ties. But judging by the look on his face and the fact his previously lifeless cock had begun to spring to life again; you knew it was different.

'I found a martyr, he told me that I'd never'

He began to move you up the bed to where he saw fit. Nodding when he had got you where he wanted. Straddling your waist he grabbed an arm tying the tie around your wrist to then loop it around the headboard. He soon did the same to the other one. Then finally you saw him gazing down at you from above before he slipped a soft silk tie over your eyes fastening it behind your head. Everything went black, but you could hear him; feel him. All around you. Feeling weight either side of your head you suddenly felt breath over your nipple; squirming at the sensation and your clothed pussy clenching around nothing. You felt him kitten lock his way along your breast before landing an unexpected bite against your neck, causing you to pull against the restraints with a sharp intake of breath.

"Remember your safe word, kitten?" He whispered in your ear.

You nodded. "Seesaw."

He sat back on his heels; still straddling you. Crossing his arms with a nod.

"Why is it Seesaw, again?" You ask, a grin sliding onto your face.

He chuckled at this before you felt weight lifted from the bed. You skin crawling with goosebumps as you waited with anticipation. Suddenly feeling deft fingers pulling your leggings and panties down in one swift movement. A beat of silence. Feeling like forever until you felt the same fingers, calloused but oh so soft against the skin of your collarbone.

"You don't remember?" He whispered into the darkness.

You shook your head no as your body began to squirm. Feeling his finger trail delicately down to your chest, followed by his other pointer finger on his left. Circling your nipples in precise motions. You sucked in a breath and your back arched as you felt him blow cool air onto the perking bud.

"Oh kitten, it was the bar where we first met" You could hear the smirk evident in his voice as his fingers trailed underneath the curve of your breasts.

"The night I took you home and ate you so good you nearly passed out." A dry chuckle left his lips at the gasp that left your own.

He began to drag his sturdy fingers slowly; tantalisingly, in soft motions towards your belly button where he would branch out with delicate touch; placing more fingers on your skin as they circled your hipbones. Finally sloping down to your thighs where his grip became firm and he pryed your legs apart to expose you to him. Heat flashing across your face as you whimpered at the action. Oh god. The things he made you feel. You felt electricity surge through your body, bouncing off your bones as you heard him hum.

"Mmmm. So wet, just from sucking my cock, kitten?"

You bit your lip with a whine; nodding profusely. Blush creeping across your cheeks. He seemed to like this as you heard a deep rumbled in his chest in approval. You could feel the bed dip slightly due to transferred weight. Right between your legs. Shit. If only you could see him. What was he doing? Was he pleased? Oh fuck, you didn't shave your le- your thoughts were far removed as you felt lips across the inside of your thigh; just above your knee.

"Shit, I can't wait to taste you." He whispered; sending cool air rushing up to your core.

Feeling his lips drag effortlessly along your thigh to where you wanted him most; needed him. He was tender; savouring the moment. He had missed this, giving you what you wanted. Watching you underneath him. Tasting you; devouring you. That's why he was so quick to cum the first time around. Too excited by the thought of having you again he had started to touch himself in the shower. Thinking of your soft, sweet body; Bending to his every whim. Your mouth stuffed full of his cock. Your enticing wet pussy that always made you blush at the sounds it would make, as he would fuck you. Hard and rough. He groaned at the thought before his face was level with your heat. Soft breaths that made your body wriggle; desperate to escape and want more; all at once. He hooked your knees over his elbows as he held your legs down. blowing against your exposed clit and watching your pussy clench around nothing; glistening with your essence he hungered for.

'With his educated eyes, and his head between my thighs'

"Mmmm. Sweet pussy baby girl." He kissed the apex of your thigh watching you writhe against the restraints. He hadn't even started yet. You were in for a long night.

You didn't seem to notice the name at first. It wasn't what he had called you any of the times before. But as the air thinned out around you; feeling the silence weighted around the room like a thick curtain and nothing was corrected, it almost felt affectionate; coming from his sinful lips that had just attached themselves to your-

"Fuck." Your breath caught as you threw your head back against the mattress.

Feeling lips suckling against your clit with vigor. He knew what you liked and knew how to get you where he wanted you. His tongue began lapping at your clit as his lips sucked where they could. Your breathing was heavy and you tried to pull against the restraints; your legs restless as the odd whimper left parted lips. His eyes although you couldn't see him, were focused on you. Watching every bite of your lip, every salacious moan or whimper; every gasp. You began rocking your hips in a rhythm against his tongue and he moaned at the pressure you posed against him. Trying to feel some friction as his throbbing cock had sprung to life from your first whimper; sandwiched between his abdomen and the mattress.

"God, this pussy is so good." He moaned; muffled by your legs trying so hard to clamp around his head as he continued his ministrations.

Soon enough you could feel the familiar rope spread throughout your body, begin to coil; tight as a spring before you felt a nip to your clit and you unravelled underneath him. Feeling weightless and weighted all at once. Stars beneath the blanket of the silk tie; delicate against your eyes. Head thrashing around as arms pulled with all their might against the restraints. Your back arched as you moaned loudly; legs starting to shake at the force of your orgasm. But that wasn't the end. He flicked his tongue against your swollen clit with more intent. Determined to push you through another orgasm before he even started using his fingers. God his fingers. Your lower body began to lift off the bed as his grip on your legs only got tighter.

"Fuck, fuck Yoongi. Oh my fucking g-"

You heard an animalistic growl as you felt another nip to your clit; yelping at the sudden spark of pain amongst your pleasure.

"Sir. Stick to the rules." He punctuated with a slap to your clit. Back arching for a moment as you felt a pulse throughout your body.

"Or I'll keep biting." He mumbled the last part.

You pouted. "Yes sir." You could feel your orgasm beginning to ebb away as he took longer to return to your clit.

You whined and you felt breath on your clit again as he chuckled. Although your predicament was purely casual. Wanting to get off essentially was your main goal. Neither of you ever rushed. Enjoying one another's company. Feeling his slick, swift tongue dancing along your clit again you moaned; trying so hard to keep quiet out of respect for neighbours as you tried resting your mouth against your arm to muffle your high pitched moans. His tongue retracted until you felt the tip of his tongue tease the edge of your entrance before dipping his tonulgue in for a moment. Your hips bolted you forward at the intrusion before settling back down on the bed. His tongue running up and down from your entrance to your clit in long strokes. Quickly settling his tongue back against your throbbing clit. You yelped as he applied more pressure.

"Fuck, I love this cunt."

Slurping noises ensued as he dove in deeper. You orgasm building again and again, holding on for dear life. Holding onto your sanity. His tongue swirling around the pulsing bud as you continued your previous rhythm rocking against his face. Your knuckles were turning white at the sheer grip you had on the ties; feeling yourself drift away.

"Fuck, please, yoo-"

He pressed his face even further into your heat as you cried out in pleasure. Tongue flicking mercilessly over your engorged clit. Reaching the summit again to fall all the way down into the abyss. He never let up from you as his tongue lapped at your juices spilling from your entrance. Nerves alight and pulsing throughout your body. A thin layer of sweat was evident against your face, collarbones; the whole of your body. Sweat beaded from his own forehead and he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth as he watched you regain your breath. Stilted in the silence. Only your chest rising and falling as your lungs gasped for air.

He loosened his right arms hold around your leg and brought his fingers forward to your sensitive pussy. Humming to himself as he gathered the Juices on the tip of his fingers and spreading it all over your pussy as it glistened in the dim hotel light. Knowing how much you lost your collective shit over his hands he couldn't help but watch his hands tip toe up to your breast; squeezing the flesh roughly in his hand before slinking it over to massage your neck for a second. Only to grab it a moment later. Your breath caught quite literally as you could feel the bed move from where he was sitting up. He could feel the pressure against your soft skin and the way your breath constricted; only for a moment as he loosened his grip. His fingers still flush against the skin. His veined hand looked like it belonged around your neck. He thought to himself before sliding his thumb into your mouth again; which you accepted with enthusiasm.

'I found a saviour, I don't think he remembers'

"One more from you, kitten. Then I'll fuck you. Okay?" He hummed.

Your reply was noncommittal as you nodded vehemently; still sucking on his thumb. He looked down at you with a certain adoration. Laying there, naked for him. Tied up and blindfolded. If he'd have thought this would be the case after that first night, he would have laughed. But here you both were.

His fingers began to trace the outline of your entrance; whisper like touches that made you clench around nothing. He began experimentally pushing his long slender middle finger inside you a little; chuckling lowly as you let out a whine. Your pussy trying to suck him in further. Wanting to feel him. All of him.

"Sir. Please." You murmured, legs that were now free from his grasp allowing you to rotate your hips.

He wanted to tease. God. He wanted to tease you until the sun came up. But he was desperate and so were you. He removed his finger earning a cry from you. Until he slid in two fingers to your shock and set a brutal pace. Feeling those godly fingers of his curl into you. Moulding you perfectly to him. Tapping against that sweet spot inside. He used his other hand to press your hips to the bed; preventing movement as you felt a touch of sensitivity kicking in. But you put it to the back of your mind; focussing on the way his fingers were drilling into you at an inhuman pace now.

Your senses heightened due to his silk tie that blocked your view. Oh how you wished you could watch his fingers sliding in and out of you like you had done countless times before. Acquiring quite the affinity with the mans hands. Pale, veiny; strong in their ability to hold you but soft when he caressed your cheek, wiping the spit away from the corner of your mouth or the pad of his thumb sweeping away tears from overstimulation. God you loved them.

"Fuck. I'm so close." You cried out, to someone. Anyone who could hear you as he continued his ministrations.

"Yeah? The slut loves my fingers doesn't she?" Yoongi spat; his voice laced with venom.

"Loves my fingers fucking her, huh?"

All you could do was mewl as you could feel your body going into overdrive. Your head slamming against the pillow as you could feel yourself near the edge. Just needing one final push.

"But you love it best when my hand's around your throat. Isn't that right? Slut?"

You hadn't felt his hand move. Too lost in the pleasure he was giving you. Until you felt it grip your throat. Not hard. But just enough. Squeezing when he said slut. Sparks flew and your fingers and toes felt as if they were set to a light simmer. Your body going numb at the feeling and your pussy throbbing as you came. A high pitched moan of his name left your bitten lips as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you. Body moving in time with your spasming cunt as you began to feel the overstimulation kicking in, rearing its ugly head once more. The pain was excruciating as he continued but the pleasure washed over you again as your entrance continued to clench around his fingers. Silence as a moan caught in your throat. This had to be the biggest orgasm you had ever had. Nerves set alight with matches and turning into a forest fire that exploded like gasoline until it set to a simmer when Yoongi slowed his fingers down ever so slightly. Enamoured by your head thrown back and your mouth in the perfect shape of an O. He would've cum right there, just at the sight of you convulsing beneath him.

"Cause he's off to pay his crimes, and he's got no time for mine'

"Fuck, me." He breathed, shaky breaths too.

Quickly flipping you onto your front, your still tied arms now crossed over one another. Propping your legs up so you were on your knees. A sharp smack to your ass sent you reeling into another sobbing mess. Beginning to plead with him. For something; anything.

Soon enough you felt his hands returning to your hips and ass, caressing them carefully. Your ass flinching at the contact of his lips on your lower back, you could hear a slight slapping sound behind you, assuming he had started to touch himself again. You whimpered at the thought of not being able to watch his veiny hand slide up and down his equally veiny cock. Fuck.

His lips still against your skin as he whispered "I nearly came just like that, watching you cum all over my fingers baby."

There it was again. Baby. Nothing more nothing less. There was a pregnant pause before he sighed, beginning to speak again.

"You're so fucking hot" a groan sounded as the pace of his hand quickened against his length. The slapping sound intensified.

You whimpered, beginning to move your ass up and down, wiggling it at him to invite him in.

"Yoongi, just fuck me already." You whined.

A sharp slap sounded against your ass, reverberating through the room. You winced at the pain, taking in a quick breath before a hand returned to your ass kneading it in his palm.

"Slut is so impatient today. I'll fuck you, don't worry." His words were menacing.

'Now we're lost somewhere in outer space, in a hotel room where demons play'

His hand continued to knead at your reddening cheek before pulling it aside with his thumb, showing your dripping, waiting entrance for him. He almost lost it. Almost. Deciding that you had both waited long enough he lined his throbbing condom clad cock up with your entrance and pushed in with great speed. Hissing at the feeling of your tight wet walls surrounding him.

"Oh god." You managed a strangled whimper into the mattress.

Breath caught in your throat as you could feel his dick beginning to move swiftly inside you. His hips slapping against your ass that was sure to bruise tomorrow, your wrists were aching, your body going numb to every other feeling apart from the feeling of him ploughing into you. Your vision was starry eyed and you hated it. But you loved it. Sobs began to rack through your body as he spanked you once again, sending waves of pain and pleasure through you.

His pace continued as all you could do was lie there with your hands tied, begging for anything he was willing to give you. But also feeling the familiar sting of too much. But it was never too much. You willed your body to continue on. To not give up the ghost yet. You prayed for your body to fight on. To take every thrust he battered into your throbbing, weeping pussy.

The coil you had almost forgotten existed now in the plains of numb, vacant ability to even string a sentence together, began to tighten again, expecting a fraying spent body, not one this eager for your umpteenth orgasm this evening. Your pussy clenched as he continued, hollow groans you imagine him with his head back as he thrusted into you, licking his perfect lips with that sinful tongue. God, he made you crazy.

"Yoongiiiiii, fuck I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, please" your tone indescribable as you panted for breath that escaped you with every thrust as his skin continued to slap against yours.

Suddenly feeling him pull out which almost made you weep but being turned back over onto your back, the tie being ripped from off your head. You were greeted by a furiously sweating Yoongi. Sweat dripping from his dark chocolatey hair just above his eyes. His lips swollen pink from where he had probably been biting on them so much, not to mention when he had used the same lips to devour you not 20 minutes prior. His chest was heaving and lips parted as he gazed at you for a moment.

"I'm seeing that gorgeous face when you cum, no way I'm missing that." He stifled a laugh as he lined himself up with your entrance again after wrapping your legs around his torso.

'They run around beneath our feet, we roll around beneath these sheets'

Sliding in once more you rattled your wrists against the silk tie restraints as you cocked your head back in pleasure. You let out a high pitch moan, almost exasperated in tone, your back arching up into him before slumping back on the bed in defeat. Yoongi almost reading your mind whilst still thrusting inside of you began to untie the ties that bound your wrists. You thanked heaven for your saving grace. You could run your hands through his hair now, feel his sweaty skin beneath your fingertips. And soon after your hands were free he laced them in his own. This also being new to you. You knew the drill when having sex with him. He laid down the ground rules early on. No kissing. No cuddling. No hand holding. So what he did next really sent you through a loop.

"Fuck I'm close." He sighed before leaning down to kiss you.

His lips were salty, battered and bruised much like your own but you didn't care, you kissed back with all your might as he continued to thrust away inside you. Feeling his cock hit that sweet spot again you mewled, breaking the kiss with your head thrown back.

"Here kitten?" He asked, smirk evident in his voice.

You whimpered with a nod as he continued to thrust in the right place, hitting your spot so deliciously you couldn't help cry out when his pace turned rampant and he held your hips in his bone crushing hands, sure to bruise tomorrow. The punishing pace was set as his hips bucked into you and you tried to grab at anything you could, finding no sturdy comfort in the crisp white hotel sheets beneath you. Your breathing was erratic, you hadn't realised you'd been sweating until now, although not as much as the man above you. You watched in distracted awe at the sweat running down his broad chest, along his stomach and down to where his cock was pummelling into you.

You could feel it again, serious this time. Your orgasm creeping up on you faster than any bullet. Your legs tingled and your toes curled. Your knees felt like they would break and your arms felt detached from the rest of your body. In the last moments you saw him gazing down at you, exasperated, fucked out beyond belief. But smiling. You reached up at the nape of his neck and pulled him down to you, pressing your lips against his as you succumbed to the pleasure that wreaked havoc throughout your body. A heart wrenching shout came from your lips. In every moment, a glitch of your body as it spasmed with unruly disregard and poor timing. Your pussy clenched repeatedly on his cock while he continued to thrust inside of you.

"Oh fuuuck, I'm coming." He groaned into your neck as he used hard, purposeful thrusts as he came in the condom.

'He's coming down, coming down'

The sweat that accumulated on both your bodies cemented you together for moments after. All pretence and notions suspended as you both caught your breath back. Heaving. Breathing one another in. Soon Yoongi peeled himself off of you and went to remove the condom. You lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Stars still there. You weren't imagining it in the end. Scraping your hair from off your face as you wiped the sweat from your brow. Soon he returned, bouncing onto the bed next to you, looking up at you in adoration almost. A nervous smile present on his lips as if he didn't just drag you to the 7th layer of hell with him. Or was it heaven? You could never be sure.

You looked over at him with heavy lids, inquisitive look on your face as he swept hair from your shoulder. Looking down at you with that same smile. Before -

"You fancy going on a date, some time?"

NOW Mr Min is usually not my main man but i can't help it, just, shit okay Min Yoongi.

I realise I'm probably going to hell for this but we joon

Hope you guys enjoyed, working on the next installment as we speak 🤪 if you want to be added to a taglist let me know 🥴

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Mac 🧡💜

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Midnight Snacks

pairing: eren x reader

words: 2058

themes: college au, lots of fluff, eren being a little embarrassing with his gas station order

requested by anon

Finals week had both you and Eren on high alert and in high panic. Truth be told, you didn’t need to really worry that much; you had prepared yourself for this all semester and had really kept up with your workload. Mostly, you were just stressed about the finals themselves and how, well, final they were. And so close together. A gift and a curse. You’d be done before finals week was even over.

What really had you in a panic was Eren. The boy, bless his heart, was not apt for cramming. He’d kept up with his work like you had, but you knew him like the back of your hand; he was prone to leaving the harder things until the last minute.

You glanced at your phone to check the time as Eren flipped back and forth between a page in his biology textbook, grumbling to himself under his breath. It was almost 12:30 in the morning and both of you had been at it all night, cramming and rememorizing things just to be prepared, and Eren especially was deep in concentration. You smiled to yourself as you watched his brows furrow even more than they already were, a feat you thought impossible. Just as you set your phone down to continue your own last-minute preparations, Eren sat up straight with a growl and pushed his textbook off your bed with his knee.

“I feel like my head’s about to explode,” he complained, flopping over onto your lap. His eyes found yours immediately and he pouted as he reached up to stroke your cheek, then turned his head to glare at your textbook, as if personally offended by it, and pushed it off your bed to join his own.

“Eren,” you whined, about to push his head off your lap, but he stopped you by reaching both hands up to cup your face.

“C’mon, let’s just take a small break. We’re probably gonna be at this for a few more hours,” he said, fingers lightly caressing your jaw to entice you into going with his plan. You pondered it, then thought about arguing back with him about needing to study, but then realized he was probably right. All of this endless cramming with no break was just going to end up in you not retaining any of it.

“Just a small break,” you relented, giving him a warning stare. He sat up, much brighter now, and pulled you off your bed immediately. He stretched his legs out and then reached his arms up to the ceiling for a full body stretch, already in a better mood.

“Let’s go buy some snacks,” he suggested, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you in. “That’ll help with the brain juice.”

You hated Eren’s term, brain juice, but you knew he had a point. You had to keep up your energy.

“Okay, let’s go to the vending machines and pick something out,” you said, moving to put some shoes on.

“There’s a convenience store just down the street, babe. Please can we go? Your dorm’s vending machines aren’t gonna cut it,” he said, the pout back again. You rolled your eyes playfully but again relented, happy to just get out of your dorm room for a second.

“Okay, fine. But you’re not supposed to be here, remember? It’s way past visiting hours. We have to be so sneaky,” you said, voice already lowering to a whisper. If you’re RA found out you’d been holing Eren up in your dorm well past 10pm, she was going to lose her mind.

Eren made a show of zipping his lips and acting stealthy, which made you snort. You grabbed his hand after putting on shoes and jackets, and carefully slipped out to start your trek to the convenience store.

You had to admit, it was a nice idea. And Eren was right, your vending machines didn’t hold a candle to all the other savory treats you really wanted.

The night was a little breezy, but the impending summer weather kept the spring chill at bay. Eren had your hand engulfed in his, fingers laced as he swung your hands lightly, other hand messing with his loose bun. The night wrapped around him beautifully, streetlights casting glows that defined the most handsome parts of his face.

He caught you staring after a minute of him being deep in thought, and you flashed him a mischievous grin which he returned.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he teased, the lame phrase making you giggle.

“Okay,” you said cheerily, which took him off guard. You pulled your hand from his and giggled again at his confusion, before moving to stand behind him, hands reaching up to grasp his shoulders and give a small tug to make him stop walking. He knew immediately what you were getting at and crouched down enough to let you hop on, catching you easily and gripping your thighs as you wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Your other hand reached into your pocket to pull out your phone and you wasted no time in pulling up the camera app, jutting your arm out so you could capture Eren’s face right next to yours, the two of you flashing cheesy and ridiculous smiles as you snapped the picture. The automatic flash activated due to the low lighting and Eren whined and blinked, squeezing his eyes shut as the flash went off.

When you looked at the end result, you showed Eren with a pleased laugh. You looked fine, all smiles and bright eyes. Eren, on the other hand, had blinked a little too soon. His eyes were shut, eyebrows raised, a dopey grin on his face that matched yours.

“Delete that,” he complained, letting go of one thigh to try to reach for your phone. You were too fast, however, and eased it back into your jacket pocket. “Babe, delete it!”

“Nope! That’s my new favorite picture of us.”

“I’m not buying you any snacks once we get there.”

A lie, completely. If anything, Eren would play the little devil on your shoulder and egg you on in just a few minutes, into making not-so-smart choices. Why choose between the chocolate and the gummies when you can have both?

You moved to hop off once you were in front of the store, but Eren’s grip tightened on your thighs. You angled your head to give him a confused glance, which he ignored, but he turned his head to peck your lips.

“We’ll be quick. You’ll be my hands,” he said, and you rolled your eyes at his words, but hid your big smile into his shoulder. You knew he could feel the way your lips turned up over the thin fabric of his jacket and even thinner shirt.

“Alright, what do you want?” you asked him, letting him lead you where you knew he’d go first: the Lunchables.

“Ham and cheese and crackers, please,” he requested, but you already knew that and were grabbing at it with one hand. He kissed your wrist as a thank you and then asked, “Okay, what are we getting you? The usual?”

“Yes, please,” you hummed, nuzzling into his neck as he made his way over to your preferred snack of choice. And, after grabbing two drinks, your hands absolutely full, you made your way to the counter to pay. The clerk gave you a bored look, not at all interested in the sight in front of him, and rang up your items slowly and announced your total.

A contest as always, you and Eren both reached for your wallets. He somehow managed to be quicker, mostly because you were trying your best not to lose your balance as you held onto him with one arm and fished around for money with the other, and you grumbled as he paid for both of you.

You held onto the bag as you exited the convenience store, again trying to hop off, and again being secured in place by Eren’s tight grip.

“Aren’t you getting tired?” you asked him, genuinely curious, but Eren nearly guffawed at the question.

“Are you joking? I wouldn’t even consider this a warm-up, babe. Carrying Jean’s blacked-out ass home after a party, though... that’ll make me break a sweat. I don’t know how he’s so fucking heavy.”

You giggled, vividly remembering one of those times, and you rested your head on Eren’s shoulder after letting a yawn slip out.

“I wish we didn’t have to go back to studying after this,” you pouted, pressing a pouty kiss into Eren’s shoulder. “I hate finals.”

“Let’s eat our snacks before we get back to it,” Eren compromised. “My brain still feels heavy with knowledge. I gotta let it soak it all up.”

“Always saying the weirdest things,” you teased him, squealing at the pinch on your thigh.

Sneaking up to your dorm room was as easy as sneaking out, and you pulled Eren for a quick kiss as soon as the door locked behind you. You tossed the bag onto your bed and then began fishing your snacks out once your shoes and jacket were off and you were both able to situate more comfortably on your bed. Eren held you in his lap as he leaned back against your wall and browsed through his phone, the two of you watching dumb compliations on YouTube while you snacked. It was nice to turn your brain off just for a while, to rest up and come back to studying rejuvenated.

His hand would occasionally sneak up your neck and grab at your hair, lightly massaging your scalp as he pressed tender kisses to your temple. You shared your snacks and really took your time with finishing, letting yourselves soak in your study break.

“Thanks for making me take a break,” you told him, leaning your head back against his chest. “I forget sometimes.”

“I know you do,” Eren chuckled, squeezing you into a hug and pressing you into his chest even more. He noticed yet another suppressed yawn from you and hummed in acknowledgement, and you knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“I can’t go to sleep, I have to keep studying,” you said, beating him to it.

“You’re studying for your final tomorrow and it’s not even until noon. You know a really important habit before taking a big test is to get enough sleep before it.”

Damn it. You hated when he used logic against you.

“Fine, but just a nap,” you grumbled, sitting up to grab at your trash and discard it in your bin. You set an alarm and gave Eren a tired smile. “I’m gonna drag you down with me, though. You need to sleep too.”

Eren scoffed, his voice a little panicked when he spoke again. “No way. Unlike you, I have to cram. I’m nowhere near ready for my final tomorrow.”

“Yours isn’t until the afternoon,” you pointed out, hitting him back with the logic he’d used on you. “Like you said, a good habit is to get plenty of sleep before a test.”

Eren sighed, but you could tell he wasn’t going to argue with you. He looked just as tired as you and the two of you arranged yourselves in your cramped bed to doze off, if only for a little bit.

His hands found your hair and he played with it softly as you both curled up into one another.

“Love you,” he murmured, drowsy already, and you smiled to yourself, head on his chest with your hand tracing loving circles at his torso.

“Love you too,” you answered, warming at the soft touch of his hand on your chin. He tilted your head up to steal a quick kiss to your lips, then to your nose. You closed your eyes and let yourself relax, about to really drift off when you felt Eren shift under you.

Your ears picked up the quiet sounds of Eren taking your phone from your nightstand. You peeked an eye open, careful to stay quiet lest you arouse suspicion, and resisted the urge to let a huge grin overcome you as you watched him go to your camera roll, tap on the ridiculous picture you’d taken earlier, and send it to himself.

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