#all this to say i am having Fun with the human au tonight-

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

writing hospital scenes my beloved...

[kithtaehyung]

lollipop (3tan) (m) | myg

title: lollipop (m) | part one: summer bbq pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f)  series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted | broken (pt. 1) | broken (pt. 2) rating/genre: m (18+) ; fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: after the summer cookout ends, you say goodnight to your brother and his best friend. but the latter just had to have a lollipop in his mouth… and had to make you aware of it hours later.  note: this is part two of the three tangerines drabble summer bbq! undisclosed whether these are in the main storyline or not, so it’s a standalone for now. note 2: also..... hope y'all read this in private :))) hahahah  warnings: yoongi is the biggest warning, but reader almost inches him out here🤭, no joke we may need to form a new line for reader, kissing, hella kissing, a mirror makes an appearance.. 🫣, tense situations, tender moments, lollipop gets its own warning i’m so serious, cocky yoongi lolll explicit warnings: under the cut! drop date: july 22nd, 2024, 7:17pm est word count: 7.3k💀💀💀

explicit warnings: food play (just roll with it😂), oral sex (m/f rec), masturbation, the struggle to keep quiet is real, mirrors are involved lord have mercy, spanking, breast play, multiple orgasms, yoongi hands, choking, fingering, face f*cking, titty shotsss, a little bit of manhandling and roughness but we love it🤭🤭, aftercare and cute cute reader afterwards

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It’s not long until you’re snuggled under your covers, every limb in your body relieved to be at rest. From getting ready, cooking for hours, to general host duties—all while trying to avoid sin in human form—you’ve completely exhausted your living battery. 

But for some reason, sleepiness is out of reach. 

Tiredness? For sure. But sleep seems to elude you, and you toss and turn before giving up and turning your television on. 

It’s after you get through two episodes of something random and endless doomscrolling that you get a text. 

From the last person that should be texting you right now.

And your heart slams on every brake it has.

Yoongi [2:37am]: You up?  

Umm.

What.

Why is he asking you that? It’s quite possibly the worst time and type of message to receive right now. 

Don’t overthink it. He probably just needs extra hands to drag your brother back to his room again.

You [2:37am]: mmhmm 

You [2:37am]: you need me for something?

With a sigh, you rest your phone by your side.

The last time that happened was so long ago. Back when you were fighting off sickness and absentmindedly grabbing tangerines to snack on.

You wonder what that man wants this time around.

Yoongi [2:37am]: Haha nah

Yoongi [2:37am]: Just curious

Well that’s interesting.

Is he still in the backyard? Somewhere in the house? You knew he was staying over, but is he in the guest room with Jimin lying down like you are?

Why is that making your soul squeeze? 

You [2:38am]: yeah i am. can’t sleep :\

After hitting send, you feel more awake than ever, staring at your ceiling changing hues from the light of your tv. 

It kinda hurts knowing Yoongi’s the closest he could be tonight. 

On one hand, you still remain feeling safer than ever, having all of them here. But on the other, you’d much rather Yoongi be right next to you, heart beating under the same covers and eyes covering you in moonlight.

He’s so close and yet… 

So damn far. 

Yoongi [2:39am]: Same. 

Your arm slings right over your eyes.

How is one word from him enough to make your legs shift? That is something that needs to be studied, but alas, you would only be the subject if someone paid you for it.

What do you say now? You miss him so much it practically hurts? You want him to be lying next to you even though it’s the riskiest thing in the world?

Maybe start slow.

You [2:40am]: did you have fun today? 

Shit, was that a little too slow? Abnormal? It’s not like you two have as much small talk as other people. Though you wouldn’t mind any type of talking with him at all, casual small talk just isn’t on the list of defaults.

When you check the next text you get, it’s hard to keep your phone from falling onto your face.

Yoongi [2:42am]: I’ll tell you if you open the door :)

Huh.

So much for starting slow what the fuck! 

You [2:43am]: ???

You [2:43am]: front door? 

Yoongi [2:43am]: Yours

There have been many times in which this man has made you speechless. Some just for being so heartstoppingly handsome; others for being the most considerate person you’ve ever met.

But this time?

You can’t even form all the reasons why you can’t form words.

You [2:44am]: ?????

Yoongi [2:44am]: 🤨

Yoongi [2:44am]: Feel like this is pretty easy stuff, doll 

What is happening? What possessed your brother’s legitimate ride or die to stand at your door while still in the same house? When other people are also staying over?

You’re so close. He’s right there. You can see a slight shadow underneath the wooden frame and it’s making your stomach silly.

But you have to be sure.

You [2:45am]: is he asleep? 

Yoongi [2:45am]: Yeah he’s out 

Getting up, you already miss the warmth of your sheets as you tiptoe towards the only thing separating you from the man you’ve yearned for all day long.

Fuck. If this isn’t the worst decision you’re ever gonna make in your life.

But damn it, you already knew you were gonna let him in as soon as he asked.

After checking what you’re wearing before knowing it doesn’t matter, you open your door while fearing what it reveals. 

And Yoongi slowly enters through the night—freshly showered, still studded with jewelry, and decked in clean clothes while dirtying your mind to hell.

Because of the goddamn lollipop in his mouth.

“What’s going on,” you whisper, knowing your brother could wake up at any second. Maybe. Possibly. Everything bad is always possible when you’re paranoid about it—especially since Yoongi is in your room! “What are you doing?”

Your secret wastes no time as he quietly shuts and locks the door, hair shifting down his head in damp waves as he takes out the sucker,

“This.”

Silent, he pulls you in slow for a kiss, melting you down with ease. When he presses you into one of your walls, you know the only thing propping you up is his pelvis molding with your front. 

Already, your senses are on high alert, wondering how long Yoongi plans on staying because as much as you want him here forever, you still want him in one piece. 

But it’s getting hard to concentrate on consequences and scenarios when this man is infiltrating your every thought. His lips feel like summer and his fragrance reminds you of spring, and you immediately know it’s that subtly scented body wash you picked to put in the guest bathroom. 

Strange. You both have now used each others’ soap and showers. That has to mean something intimate, right? How many people can say that about one another and not look into it too much?

Well, he technically hasn’t used the shower in your bathr—

“You looked great today,” Yoongi whispers into your neck. 

His kiss there renders you speechless for what seems like eons. Today. Uh huh. What were you thinking just now? “Thank you,” you finally sigh, relishing in the way he’s holding your side. “So did you.” 

“Thanks.” 

“I mean.. You always do, so. Nothing new there.”

Yoongi quietly huffs a laugh before tugging your hips. But he doesn’t say anything in return, and you wonder if he didn’t have an answer or just didn’t feel the need to. 

So your nerves fill the space again. “Is it weird that I missed you? You were here the whole time.” 

“Mm.” His kisses traverse up your shivering throat, and his raspy answer has your eyes fluttering shut, “I get that.”

Fuck, you can’t deal with him. “Is.. Is that so..”

“People miss me all the time.”

A snort. “Ass.”

Yoongi immediately laughs into your skin. “But they aren’t here now, are they?” When you don’t respond with anything substantial, he squeezes the side of your ass. “Are they.”

“No,” you hitch out. “But you shouldn’t be here, either.”

“Tell me to leave then.”

Shit. You can’t. You both know you can’t. You try so hard to stifle a moan when you feel Yoongi grip an asscheek, his lips finding your ear at the same time he gives a firm smack.

“Do it, doll.”

“I…” Fuck, he’s surrounding you and there’s no way no way out. “I can’t.”

“Good.” Yoongi then slides your hand from his side down to his legs, placing it on his very big, very hard length. “Cus I can’t fucking stay away from you.” 

You grip him through his pants, pleased when he moans deep. “What if he wakes up?”

“He won’t,” your handsome rebel purrs. “Drank for hours.”

“You sure?”

“Course I am.” Yoongi slides a finger along the outline of your breasts. “He tried to keep up and lost.”

“Typical.” 

He keeps doing exactly what you want him to do. It’s quite scary how well he knows your body now, but you’d also like to think you have a good level of knowledge with his.

Especially when you reach up to twist his nipple. 

A groan mixed with dark chuckles has your knees shaking, and you prolong it by doing something else you know—or think you know—he likes,

“I think you’d like it if I kicked you out now.”

The volcano inside Yoongi rumbles. “Is that so?”

“It is,” you huff out in mock triumph, loving how his cock twitches against your hand. “Or am I wrong?”

He flicks his eyes to yours before holding a gaze. A look so telling, and full, and searing. When his mouth flicks upward, he admits,

“I’d love it.”

Laughing as softly as you can, you stop to simply hug him. Leaning forward until your head rests, feeling the most at home and happy hearing his own amusement vibrating through his clothes. 

And just like that, you’re conflicted. 

What the hell are you doing? Even though passed out and sloshed, your brother could still wake up. It’s not like he’s totally gone. And if he catches his best friend in your room? There’s no telling what damage could be dealt.

Actually, the damage could be told in gruesome detail.

But the way Yoongi’s filling the distance from today, you really don’t want to stop. In fact, you don’t even want to pretend to shoo him off.

So this is your first step onto a precarious, unpredictable tightrope. A step you are very okay taking. 

“Babe?”

Shit, you got lost again. When you find your way back, Yoongi’s concern materializes at once,

“If you really aren’t down—”

“Fuck it.” 

Your kiss digs into his face so hard you strike gold, rewarded with a growl so potent it disrupts your core. Lightning zaps through your veins at the hands squeezing your hips, and you buck with a desperation that’s been stockpiling all day long.

Sliding along the wall, you notice that Yoongi tastes like alcohol and sugar, and you wanna lick every crevice you can reach, drunk off his cockiness and audacity alone. 

It’s no use fighting this. He’s really in your room, making out with you like a demon while the house is filled with your brother’s sleeping friends.

Fuck, you two could really get caught here.

The swirl in your belly keeps you on your toes, transforming your movements into sharp, hasty tugs on his clothes, hemlines, hair. You’re practically acting like you’ve never had him before and want to make up for all those missed opportunities.

Not like it’s any different every time.

But you’re quelled by a calm hand on your wrist. “As much as I like you like this,” Yoongi whispers across your cheek, “You can’t be too loud, baby girl.”

Your silent question must’ve escaped past your teeth. Because you hear a deep chuckle before shivers run down your spine,

“If you aren’t quiet enough I’m gonna fix that.”

Oh. Fuck.

“I didn’t even know I was talking,” you admit, body creasing in embarrassment and a bit of nervous laughs. Your grin cannot be contained by the fingers you slide up to cover it. “Oh, my god.” 

“What?” Yoongi’s devilish look is even more potent in the flashing lights of your television. “You serious?”

When you scrunch in deeper admittance, he flashes teeth with a wider smile than yours. It’s a prelude to the way he launches your heartbeat, his scent mesmerizing and his fingers lethal on the back of your neck. 

“Adorable.”

You groan into his swooping kiss, the rush of a thousand rivers carrying you to bliss. Breaths intertwined, the pair of you can’t seem to part until Yoongi accidentally shoulders something at his side.

Your mirror? When did you both travel so far that you got here? 

He lets off with a pop to steady the wavering furniture piece, pausing to make sure it’s stable before looking at the movie playing nearby.

And you watch in curiosity as he backs further into your room, eyeing himself in the mirror while slotting the sucker back into his mouth.

God. How did you forget he was still holding that?

And why can’t you move even as he turns around, even as he glances at the tv, even as he sits on the edge of your bed?

Move. Walk. Do something!

In the end, you can’t.

Because Yoongi’s stare alone gives you first time jitters, like you’ve never even conversed or much less slept with him before. 

How the fuck are you gonna get through the night? 

Swallowing and shooting one more look at your door, you pad your way to him, knowing he sees your nipples poking through your shirt and assuming there’s not much else you’re wearing. 

And he’s right. 

As you stop at Yoongi’s knees, you watch as he gives the lollipop another slow suck, groaning at the red smeared across his tainted lips.

That’s it. It’s decided. There’s no way you’re making it out alive.

“Get up here.”

Obliging but unhurried, you mount his lap, your heart skipping at the way he enjoys your shirt riding up your thighs.

So that damn sucker is gonna stay in his mouth? 

Min Yoongi is your enemy tonight.

Your nemesis, in fact. Even if he slides both free hands up your ass like that fuck he squeezes so expertly. Fuck. 

It’s keeping everything in you to hide your moan, your head falling forward as he slightly lifts you to drop you onto his comfy sweats.

When he chuckles in your ear, your muscles lock. And when he pops the lolly out of his mouth, you crumble at his mercy. “You were lucky to be off-limits today, doll.” 

“What…” You tense at another grip to your ass. “What do you mean.”

As you eye the silver around his neck, Yoongi’s smirk pours weight on your legs. “If you weren’t? There’s no telling what I would’ve done.”

You don’t think you’ve ever gulped so deeply. What toe-curling secrets is he hiding? Today could have gone a much, much different route depending on what he’d spill. “Tell… Tell me anyway.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

The man below you huffs quick, and you watch the corner of his mouth lift at a dangerous angle. “Would’ve kept you in that bathroom,” he divulges, voice dragging across the rattled surface of your brain. “Bent you over the sink.”  

Your breath hitches when he gets close, lips caressing your ear but words striking through your chest, “Just so you could watch me fuck you in that sundress.” 

“Fuck.”

“Uh uh,” Yoongi coos, chuckle so, so deep. “Quiet, baby girl.”

“I just…” It’s already hard to think around this demon of a person. But it’s even more difficult when he’s got your ear in his teeth. “Wait.” 

As he pulls away, the light of your television highlights his features. And you find that this specific, comforting look of attentiveness is what attracts you the most. 

Now that you can think clearly, you remember exactly what you were gonna do. It’s simple but significant nonetheless. 

Because your dress from today is in the laundry already. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have another one. Another very particular one he may remember, in fact. 

“Go over there,” you whisper, smile wide as you dismount. “Turn around.” 

When he wordlessly asks what you’re up to, a single finger presses against your lips before you assure, “Just trust me.” 

The way his brows scrunch makes your cheeks hurt as you watch him get up and swivel, endeared by the casual lean on your wall and the lollipop stuck in his cheek. Just as his head falls in waiting, you slip into your closet, darkness getting even darker as you enter.

Due to an afterthought, you pop your head out. “No peeking in the mirror.”

“Uh huh.”

Satisfied, you go back to your lightless search. 

You know exactly what you’re going for. It’s too easy for you to locate your chosen piece of clothing before stripping and changing as orderly as you can. 

Okay. This is okay because you’re alone, right? No one else is here. Technically. Okay.

As you make your way out, a million nerves pop and fizzle under moonlight. The air surrounding your bare shoulders proves charged. Electric enough to send shivers down to your pedicured toes.

Composing yourself before you break, you softly catch his attention as you eye the sucker poised in his fingers,

“Ready.”

The moon waits.

Your breath follows.

And when Yoongi turns, you know you’ll never forget this moment. It feels exactly like the time in that restaurant long ago, but more potent. Shimmering. 

Because you’re wearing the same sundress he witnessed you in on the night of Dom’s party. 

And you’ve never been so delighted to see the stars in his eyes go dark.

You expect him to call you over. Whether with words or not, you’re gonna do whatever he wants—because it’s what you want… too…

Yoongi’s aura billows as he closes the distance himself. No words. No gestures. Just step by breath-taking step, air around him so charged and commanding that your knees threaten to buckle. 

For reasons you won’t admit, your mouth can’t even create sounds. All you want to ask is if he likes the dress, or if he even cares you aren’t as dressed up as before. 

Of course he wouldn’t give a single shit. But you can’t stop yourself from these thoughts just yet. 

Swallowing, you stare as he rolls the sucker in his mouth, eyes in no other direction but yours. “You, umm. Does this one work instead? The other one is in the—”

Quick isn’t fast enough to describe what’s happening, your shoulders pressing into the nearest wall as your lips get consumed by lust and possession. Everything in your body tingles, and for a split second you wonder how Yoongi managed to swing you around so swift with barely a sound. 

Stars fly from your eyes before they slip shut, pouring want onto his veins as he circles strong arms across your waist. Sparks erupt the scant distance between your hips and his, and you are once again reminded why you feel so high-strung. 

There are so many people staying over. Not just Yoongi and Jimin. From what you can recall, at least ten people are passed out around the house, any of which could wake up for a bathroom break or something at any second. 

And yet. You will not tell this man to leave. Truthfully, this is exhilarating and all you’re doing is ki—

“Get down there.”

Oh, fuck. 

This is the new point of no return. 

If you do this, not only will Yoongi be a goner, but so will you. Both of you would never, ever come back from this. 

But that fucking lollipop…

Screw everything to hell.

Your smile grows with his, lip bitten in the throes of your newfound excitement. You already feel how rock solid he is through his pants, and you make it a point to stroke him on the way to the ground. 

There’s so little room that your ass skims the wall, your chest the second part to slide along his covered length and causing him to groan out a curse. 

Is there a shift here? Did you change the whole dynamic with one move? Maybe you’re the one with the power now. 

“Look at me.”

Ah. Maybe not.

Obedient, you stare upward, catching the fire in Yoongi’s eyes as he gives the sucker one more pass in his mouth. 

God, he makes it look so enticing. It’s just a piece of candy but you’ve never been this desperate to have one, too. Or be the one treated with his tongue like that goddamn does he have to make it seem so erotic?

With a pop, Yoongi releases the stick, lips shiny and tainted in the television lights. When he lowers it, you realize it’s descending—farther and farther—until it stops in front of your face. 

And shivers overtake you.

“Suck.” 

Well. You’ve never done something like this before. In all the relationships you’ve been in, you have never experienced anything like this. Much less in your own house. 

Which makes your eyes flare and the monster in your belly rumble, fire hissing from its nose and prying your mouth open to do exactly what you were told. 

“That’s my girl.”

Sugar coats your tongue immediately. Glowing, the heat in your core stokes embers, warning with each loll, each cave of your cheeks. You treat the candy so tenderly Yoongi will deny jealousy, and your lips pucker and puff with a sheen. 

Are you glistening as much as his eyes? Are you causing him as much grief as he has put you through?

You damn well hope so. Yoongi isn’t the only one that’s gonna unleash his needs from the whole day. 

So you keep sucking with closed eyes, swirling your tongue around the lolly and licking it just how you would his tip. It tastes like sweet rebellion, but also late nights with your friends. And with a fleeting thought, you know said friends would grill you if they ever found out this was happening.

Maybe Tae would just laugh his ass off. 

Fuck, this is so unbelievably risky. Your door is locked, sure. But the guest room is still very much missing an occupant and one look in there and at Yoongi’s car in the street would cause an eruption.

Through the haze of your thoughts, you hear shuffling and a low droning grunt. 

With one glance, you know Yoongi is crumbling. The shadowed promises under his bangs make you preen, and you remain on the precipice of anxiousness and glee.

“Keep that tongue out for me.”

Clearly, he doesn’t give a shit about risk.

So gladly, you oblige, flinching when the lollipop is replaced by something you’re much more familiar with, and your eyes bat on instinct as you know exactly what to do with this one.

When did he shove his pants down? Were you that lost in your sticky treat that you didn’t even notice? 

Doesn’t matter. You feel his beautiful weight on your stained tongue and it’s second nature to pleasure. When you grab hold of his base, you give one more suck before popping him out of your mouth to lick down.

For someone that’s been shushing you, Yoongi’s groan is not quiet, and you pause just in time to see him grit his teeth with a nose scrunched to hell.

And his attention is sideways. What is he…

Oh. Fuck.

You can see yourself in your mirror on the other wall. 

Is that… you? The one looking back with a visage so arousing your breath stops? If this is the person that Yoongi brings out you actually feel your confidence inflate like a parade balloon.

“So fucking hot.”

When you laugh in shyness, his eyes slide shut in agony as he rakes through his hair. Crumbling inside, you offer a compliment of your own, 

“You’re so unfair when you do that.” 

Yoongi has the audacity to grin wide as he grips his long strands. “This?” 

“Ugh. Whatever.” You wanna smack that smirk right off his face.

So you keep going, loving the way his walls and defenses are back to shattering at your knees. From your inappropriate level of experience with his cock, you go for what you know. Licking his underside, swirling around the tip, sucking just the first bit, gathering spit all over before taking him in deep. 

The smells around you coalesce into something potent. With the fruitiness of the lolly and the headiness of Yoongi, it’s pure bliss in your nostrils and you soak it all in. There’s no pause in your sucking, licking, tugging him rough. You’re giving it your all and feeling the effects between your legs. 

Suddenly. 

Huffs litter around your sundress as Yoongi yanks himself out, sticking the sucker in your mouth again while holding your head. And his smile puts devils to shame when he scoffs, “Unfair, my ass.”

You giggle, sliding the pop up and down your outstretched tongue before slowly pushing it in. When you watch one of his veiny hands grip his cock, your brain resets and rewires, prompting you to be a little bit more daring.

As if this whole situation wasn’t daring enough.

You coyly slide one of your sundress straps down your arm, slowly revealing the top of a breast before going for the other side. Not enough to show everything. But enough to give him a much better view from above. 

And the sound you hear in response causes pulses between your legs,

“What the fuck.”

Satisfied, you ride this high of praise and keep diligently sucking on the lolly, watching him pump himself until you can’t can’t can’t take it anymore.

It all happens in quick succession, your hand outright slapping the lollipop out of his hand before grabbing for him, shaky fingers knocking into his slick ones before slipping his dick in your mouth.

“Shit—”

His scent captures your nostrils as he bucks forward, knocking your throat and causing your gag to hit the wall. When you keep sucking, Yoongi grabs your chin, chains swaying as he rocks in, out, in, out again.

Drool and spit cover your neck, seeping onto his fingers as he keeps them where he wants. Imagining how you look in the mirror makes you moan, and imagining Yoongi watching everything from his view makes your cunt leak onto your thighs. 

Fuck you wanna watch, too. What does that say about you? You’re legitimately jealous that you can’t see yourself taking Yoongi so deep he’s cursing in strings. 

When you choke, it’s disgustingly loud, so he has to pull out once again just to command, “Quiet.”

“Ye—” 

He’s shoved back in before you can finish one syllable, back out after a single suck before he drives his point home, “Understand?” 

“Y—”

Your words are pushed down your throat again, the intensity Yoongi’s exuding rolling your eyes back and shaking your muscles. Spent and unable to speak, you nod around him, and your arms are suddenly gathered against the wall until you’re fully flushed, held up by one of his strong hands.

“Good girl.”

You brace yourself for his complete control, dick sliding down your throat and pushing tears out of your eyes. Breathing through your nose, you keep your tongue flat, taking him in until your full body gag alerts him to pull out. 

As soon as he does, you buckle straight towards the mirror, eyes bursting with shock as you drink in the man watching your heaving, shimmering chest.

“This is what you do to me, doll.” When you shift your attention upward, you gulp at his smile of pride. “Can you stand?” 

“I…” Holy shit, he fucked the voice right out of you. “I think so.” 

“Here.” 

You place your hand in his, muscles in your legs stinging at the change in position. When you go slow, Yoongi lets you, and your lips curve tenderly at the way he kisses you at your peak. 

“You almost made me come,” he whispers, chuckling when you watch his eyes. “Fuckin’ hustler.” 

“You didn’t want to?” 

“Not yet.” Winking, Yoongi gives you another peck before getting close. 

As you look in the mirror, you catch the way he kisses along your neck, his hair tickling your skin and his arms bent as he holds yours. It’s almost enough to make you feel higher than royalty, now knowing what it looks like to be feasted on by a king.

“Promise me something,” he rasps. 

“Anything,” you whisper in confidence.

“It’s your turn now.” Another kiss to your ear makes you flinch. “But if you’re too loud that’s all you get.” 

Bold statement coming from the guy that couldn’t stay silent. But you’re far too gone to dwell on the past so all you can do is nod in understanding. You need this. After today? You really fucking need this.

Yoongi tucks himself back in his sweats before kissing your neck again, lips leaving a trail along the tracks left by your own actions. When he gets to your chest, he gets to unwrap another treat, slowly peeling your dress down to suck on a nipple. 

You almost cut the whole thing short. 

A hand flies up over your mouth, and you watch your face twist in anguish in the glass. Sparks tingle from where Yoongi slides his tongue, and seeing this man in action from another viewpoint launches you across the edge instead of right to it. 

You’re gonna get yourself caught. There’s no way you aren’t crying out by the time he’s done but goddamn you’ve got to keep it toge—

Deft fingers rub your other nipple, causing your body to jump forward and Yoongi to chuckle into your chest. After he squeezes, you watch as he pops off your tit. “What’d I say.” 

This is the hardest thing you’ve ever done! 

You can only shake your head, hand still preventing your mouth to move and your throat stinging from suppressed screams. 

“That’s what I thought,” Yoongi quips before kissing the rest of your dress downward. 

And the fucker didn’t even look back at the mirror. Like he already knows exactly what he looks like or doesn’t care in the slightest. All he’s focused on is you and you alone, and you’re so enamoured that you watch his head below you, too. 

Calmly and surely, Yoongi lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, kissing along your skin and gripping you tight. When he lifts a brow upward, you nod downward, bracing yourself for him to notice something else you had planned to show.

Works like a sinful charm. His reaction could be felt better than seen. 

Because as soon as he notices that you don’t have any underwear on, Yoongi pours out dark amusement before giving your cunt the deepest kiss it’s ever felt.

A mewl smushes into your fingers as you cave, eyes shutting so tight as he eats you out like a man starved and never satiated. 

His licks hit just right, and the way he tongues you causes stars to pierce your eyes through. Over and over and over, Yoongi is merciless in how he pleasures, and your esophagus burns and burns and burns. 

Both your legs quake as he slips a finger under his tongue, and your eyes fly open just in time to see yourselves in the mirror again. 

Holy fuck.

You’ve always known this man was attractive. Overwhelmingly so, in fact. But seeing him on his knees and knowing it’s not a dream makes you so dizzy your brain can’t keep up. 

Yoongi’s hands flex on your skin with each minuscule grip, and his hair bunches as he moves between your legs. Your thigh covers his face, but maybe that’s for the best, because you don’t think you could handle watching his tongue while feeling it inside. 

“So fucking wet,” he hisses out before diving in again, and you use your other hand to grapple a chunk of his drying hair. “Fuck.”

Yes, keep going. He’s so close to making you come you squeeze even harder. By now, your whole upper body is burning with unreleased yells and your lower body is suffering just as much. He’s too good. Way too good for a quiet house.

You can’t hold it in. You can’t you can’t you can’t.

“Yoongi, please”—your legs start to twinge with want and pending release—“Gonna come, I—”

Everything snaps as soon as he reaches to grope your ass, tugging you forward to lick a spot that has you vibrating like mad. 

And your orgasm is so potent that your knees legitimately buckle, your body slipping with no purchase before you catch yourself on the wall. Waves hit you from all directions and you let out one yelp before you feel a moist hand clamp over your lips.

Oh, he’s standing now. Oh, he’s fingering you. Oh fuck, he’s talking you through your orgasm and you can’t understand him but your body reacts either way. 

“—another one for me.”

Your pulses wreck your body into angles, each one shifting into another as your mouth is still covered. Yoongi’s fingers prove fatal as he leads you into a second paradise, and you cry into his hand as you come into his other—harder, stronger. 

“Just like that, doll, fuck.”

Tears stream down your cheeks again as you lift, soaring into the summer skies and leaping over sleeping souls. It’s too much to keep inside. Too powerful to not let out all at once. 

“—this fucking dress.”

You don’t know what’s being said. Nor do you care. Your body is so spent from the vicious tempest and all the energy leaves you at once. 

“Uh uh.”

What. 

“One more for me,” Yoongi goads. “And you’re gonna watch this time.” 

Your chest beats and beats as his fingers pump slow, and your head lolls to the side as you catch sight of your salacious act in the mirror. 

Immediately, you know exactly why he said that. Watching the way his arms bulge with effort is encouragement enough to stay upright. With each thrust, you can see your dress hitching with your arches, and Yoongi dives into your neck to strike lightning. 

“Baby—” You feel it. You feel a third wave incoming and its crest seems higher than the rest. 

“Come for me,” he whispers, his dark bangs peeking from behind your neck in the mirror and his throat stretching out. “And don’t fucking scream.” 

Fuck! Your hand grips your mouth so bad it will leave soreness. But water pulls you under and twists you like a ragdoll. Unlike the other times, this orgasm quivers your legs to the point where Yoongi teases. And he can’t stop praising you for being naughty, for letting him in here, for letting him destroy you while everyone’s here.

“I love it,” you whoosh out into his throat, voice cracked and chipped. “Fuck, I love it.” 

“I know you do.” Another deep set of laughs. “You’re a problem.”

Head lolling forward, you slowly slip right into Yoongi’s arms before he helps you stand. “Come on,” he leads, walking you a short distance to your bed before chuckling at your cartoonish collapse.

Some moments pass. One, two, four or five more. Even the room seems to swim a little in your vision when you struggle to open your eyes. 

Finally, after breathing hard, you can only manage a gravelly, “Holy shit.” 

Yoongi laughs soft before wiping your forehead. “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” you exhale, chest heaving and heaving. “I’ll be good.” 

Fingers still wisping across your face, he praises, “So beautiful.” 

You finally calm your pulse before you slide your hand over his cock. “Did you come?” 

“Nah.” 

Looks like you aren’t done. “Mm,” you whisper, trying your best to prop yourself up. “Lie down for me.” 

“You sure?” 

You nod with heavy eyes, and he slowly occupies your bed while you caress him again. So smooth and so tender before squeezing just right. 

It’s already almost enough because Yoongi throws his head onto your pillow. “Goddamn.”

When you slip his sweats down, you use willpower alone to consume him again. You will not rest until he’s fully content, too. With this in mind, your cheeks and jaw work overtime. 

You want this, want this, want this. He gave you the world and then some, you can run on fumes to make him a mess. After all, you’re drunk off the pleasurable cocktail he just concocted with his tongue. This will carry you despite your functioning levels in the trenches. 

“Babe—”

For a split second, you forget where you are. Your eyelids droop so low and your body twinges with aftershocks as you spit right onto his cock, sliding your lips along his pretty length before you feel him tug your sheets.

“Shit.”

He’s close. He doesn’t even have to tell you. You can tell by the way his body reacts and bends and folds, and you quickly decide what that means for you.

Because you could swallow. 

But you instead make your way to the floor, commanding him before realizing just how authoritative and raspy you sound, 

“Sit up.”

Right as he does, you pump him right above your exposed chest, shocking him so abruptly his low groan shakes your core,

“Oh, fuck—”

Hot, thick spurts land all over you, his release your only focus and not the pain in your knees from hitting the floor in round two. As his head rolls back, you watch with heightened pride, loving the way he looks lost in delicious, honeyed ecstasy.

And just like that, both of you are satisfied. Both of you got what you needed and wanted from this… hot summer… day…

There was a sound outside your door, further down the hall but fucking close enough. 

And holy shit his cum is on your tits.

Holy shit holy shit this is the absolute last thing you should’ve let him do what the fuck what the fuck! 

If anyone sees you like this you are both finished. Cooked. Banished.

You glance at the door, body locking and hands massive weights at your side. 

One second. 

Two seconds. 

You’re fully awake now. 

Four seconds. 

Nothing else happens. Your ears strain wildly but you don’t hear any noises in succession, and you wonder if it was just a snore or something similar. 

Sighing, you breathe out relief before peering straight up.

And the look you get in return is pure, primal hunger. 

Yoongi’s never looked like this. Maybe he’s come close that one time before, but this is much different. 

What is this? His pupils are magnified and his lids are lowered in fire, stoking the heat within you and clutching your cunt with his eyes alone. You’re so wet that you can come again if he so much as touched you. “Baby?” 

Yoongi simply grazes your cheek with his knuckles. “Just want this in my phone so fucking bad.” 

Oh. Well, fuck. 

You blink at his shamelessness. But it makes you so exhilarated and shy that you resort to your default—cracking jokes. Of all the things he could’ve mentioned like the sound outside or possibly getting caught and dragged to hell he decides he wants your pictures in his phone. Right.

“Happy you painted me like Picasso?” You laugh before you can even finish, but so does Yoongi as he throws his head back. 

Immediately, the atmosphere calms. “You heard that earlier?” 

“He’s an idiot.” 

“He is.” Yoongi helps you up and onto your bed before he asks, “Towels in your bathroom?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Under the sink.”

You watch as he goes to fetch them, heart pulsing extra hard at his consideration. When he bustles around in a room you use everyday, it’s surreal to witness. Both unnatural, but so natural at the same time. 

He’s careful not to make loud sounds, gently closing your cabinets and coming back with a cloth he ran under water.

A sudden pang hits your chest and you have no clue why.

Is it because you’ll never see him in there again? Or is it because of the conversation you just brought up? 

Maybe both. The convo from earlier today still rings in your ears, everyone hounding Yoongi about the scratches you left on his back. They were old but still very visible. You need to be more mindful of what you can and can’t do right now. 

As Yoongi wipes your shivering chest, you ask something that’s been weighing on your mind, “Did I get you in even more trouble?” 

He just looks at you before finishing his cooling task, raising straps back onto your shoulders. “Course you did.” 

Ah. He didn’t seem bothered, but your apology follows him as he goes to pick up the abandoned candy from earlier. “Sorry. I didn’t think about it at the time.” 

“S’ok. Hope you’re fine being some chick from outta town, though.” 

Your chuckle hurts your throat on the way out. Not from disappointment, but from the very man you’re talking to. “I can deal with that. Is she nasty?” 

It takes a bit for him to discard everything. When he comes back, he bends down to answer, 

“So fuckin’ nasty.” 

You giggle right into his kiss. Fully spent, your arms around his neck pull him in close, and his rough laugh makes your legs even weaker. “Can’t believe we just did all that.”

“Same.”

“Guess you like the dress, huh?”

A hand comes up to squeeze your thigh. “Dunno. Might have to see it again when the sun’s out.”

“Ass.”

“You get it.”

“Wow.” 

Yoongi hisses amusement, shifting to lay beside you across your bed. When he does, light from the window hits him just right, and you fall silent at once.

So perfect. So unfair.

“I think this is my favorite,” you admit, not giving him full context. So when he wordlessly asks for it, you reach up and caress his cheek. “When you look happy.”

“I am,” he says after a pause. “Cus of you.”

You feel starlight in your own eyes. “I’m happy, too.”

For this, Yoongi doesn’t need to ask for more context at all.

The lingering fear of being caught is still there, but it’s not as present now. Maybe it’s because you’re both content again, but you don’t feel too stressed. 

Did you want to get caught that whole time? Surely not when things were going down.

But what about now? If someone saw you lost in each others’ stars, would you care if they plucked you from the sky? 

Staring into this man’s eyes, you can’t bring yourself to say you would. 

“When will I see you again?” you blurt out of nowhere.

At this, Yoongi props his head up with an elbow. “When do you want to?”

“Tomorrow.”

His chest bobs with his laugh. “I’ll make sure to see you before I head out then.” 

You nod, eyes shutting when Yoongi goes in for another kiss. 

Another kiss is how you frame it. Because a final kiss is too painful to think about. 

Yoongi has to leave. You know he literally cannot stay.

But facts and logic don’t make this parting any easier, and your heart breaks when he slips out of your bed.

It’s too soon. Yes, it’s also way past the time he should be in your room, but it’s too fucking soon. 

Your chest burns. Sears make fiery ridges along your ribs until they overtake your heart, creeping closer and closer.

Until Yoongi bends to kiss you again, fingers slotting into yours and squeezing some liquid out of your eyes. 

But his rasp gives you pause, “I did, by the way.”

Blinking, you feel him swipe at oncoming tears when you ask, “You did what?”

“Have fun.”

Oh. Wait, he’s answering the text you sent? You already forgot about that. Ages ago. “Good,” you say with a slight ghost of a smile. “It looked like you were having a good time. And I.. Really liked seeing you laugh.”

Yoongi just stares, thoughts and emotions skimming across his eyes. When you reach up to cradle his cheek, they then slip shut, brows dipping as he presses into you further. “You were the reason,” he admits with no hesitation.

Don’t cry more. Not now.

He gives you one more hug, and you cradle his head into your skin. “Good night, baby,” you whisper so softly, planting a kiss on his cheek. 

When he does the same to yours, you wonder if his reaction was also reminiscent of tiny sparklers on a summer night. 

“Night, doll.” 

The steps he takes all stomp on your heart. 

But you find solace in the hopeful future. One where you can stand next to him at summer barbecues, or host them with him, or just simply be anywhere with him. 

But mostly, you’re yearning for a future where you don’t have to keep watching him leave through a door. 

But come back through one.

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“Taehyung loves when he can be your cute little puppy. He loves it so, so much.”

Pairing: Taehyung x n.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: D/s dynamic, sub puppy player!Taehyung, Dom!Reader, pet play with gear, puppy headspace, ankle cuffs, anal play, latex gloves, praise, good boy kink, prostate orgasms

Wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: *barks* (pun intended) he is so NGNFNGN also omgg how are you guys liking the new art of the month layout? i am loving it tbh, no joke it's exactly what i wanted it to be hehe have fun besties ❤

The gloves sit snug around his hands, falsifying his own senses. He can’t move his fingers, the feeling in them is gone. They are useless, little paws right now. Taehyung feels dizzy because of it, drugged from the mindset he finds himself in. 

The collar around his neck is tight, but not too tight to be uncomfortable. You keep tugging at it, reminding him that he is owned. 

“Come on, follow me”, you order him with yet another gentle tug at the leash and wave you fingers in front of his eyes to keep his attention on you. Not that you need tricks to keep his attention. He is yours. Utterly and completely yours.

Taehyung barks quietly, following you most obediently. The paw gloves makes a dull sound on the wooden floor, a sticky sound follows it as he lifts them off and the leather stays glued to the wood for just a small second. Leather cuffs are wrapped around his ankles. He is dragging chains behind him as he crawls after you. They create a familiar melody to Taehyung’s ears. He finds comfort in the sound because it meant that he could be in his favourite headspace. 

Puppy headspace.

He isn’t human right now. He is a good, obedient puppy following his owner’s orders. The gear for it, you got him on your anniversary and it enhances the play so goddamn well. Taehyung has never felt more like a puppy than he does right now with his hands hidden in leather paws, his neck adorned with a leather collar, his ankles kept in chains and his butt beautifully accessorized with a tail.

He feels it move. It drives him just a little mad. It is a really intense sensation, taking some of his attention and keeping just a glimmer of humanity in his mind.  

“That’s a good puppy. Bed”, you order and pat the mattress. 

Taehyung crawls onto the bed and does an excited little spin. 

“No, stay”, you tell him in a fond giggle. 

Taehyung stops, looking up at you with big eyes and his tongue sticking out. 

“That’s better. Such a good boy”, you coo at him, coddling his cheeks in soft pets. You are wearing red latex gloves tonight. It gives your touch just a small sense of unfamiliarity to it. The You was missing from it. The warmth, the sense of your skin, the smell of it. Taehyung doesn’t mind that it does because what was missing, you make up for in tenderness. Your pets are placed with such love and care.

Taehyung barks happily, wiggling his butt. The tail shifts inside again. His legs wobble for a moment.

“Yes good boy, such a good boy”, you babytalk as you coddle his face, “you're such a cutie good boy. Yes, such a good boy.” 

Taehyung huffs out air excitedly and leans in to lick your cheek. His heart is racing like crazy. You know exactly what to say to make him burst in happiness.

You squeak a giggle, fleeing him with a tilt of your head. Taehyung however chases you, licking your chin and cheek for more kisses. He is so happy! He needs to show you how happy he feels! And how much he loves you!

“God puppy, you’re getting me all wet”, you laugh, ruffling his hair, “I know big kissies. Such big kissies.” 

Taehyung whimpers happily, wagging his tail. A second of humanity courses through him, resulting in a very human moan to slip past his lips. The wagging shifted the plug inside, crazing it right over his prostate. Electric pleasure instantly fills his veins. 

He sits back, looking up at you with glassy eyes. 

“What’s the matter?” you ask because you know that look and what it means. The headspace is shaken. Something happened which reminded him that he was human after all.

“Tail”, he gets out and shifts his hips.

“Tail?”

“It keeps shifting.”

“Oh…” you let out, running your eyes run down his body. 

He is naked except for his paws and the collar. His dark nipples are swollen and so perfectly perky. His soft tummy heaves up and down as he breathes heavily. His flushed cock stands against it, throbbing slowly. He is hard. You didn’t even notice that he is. You were too preoccupied with loving him and getting his cute kisses.

“I see”, you say, “turn.”

Taehyung follows instantly, presenting his butt to you on all fours. Like this, you can see the pink paw print stitched onto the black gloves. He would look so cute if it weren’t for the black silicon tail sticking out between his buttocks. You ogle it, feeling your tummy flutter. To think that it is shifting enough to mess up his headspace.

“Stay”, you order him to which he tenses his muscles obediently.

You step closer to him, connecting your gloved hand with his back in a gentle caress. Goosebumps follow your fingers, shivers chase them right after. 

“You’re such a pretty puppy”, you praise and flick your finger against his tail. It wobbles for a few moments. Taehyung moans softly.

“This tail you mean?” you tease, flicking it again. 

Taehyung answers you with a shaky intake of breath and his buttocks clenching in a flinch.

“I guess you do”, you coo and swirl your pointer finger around the very tip of his tail. It creates those very subtle circular motions, forcing Taehyung’s body to shiver in reaction, “does this feel nice?” 

“Wroof.” 

“Of course it does. Do you want more?” 

Taehyung arches his back, begging you silently. 

You trace his tail. It is made out of black silicone and has a slight curve to it. A slightly thicker base prevents it from disappearing inside him and in his hole, a girthy buttplug is sitting. No wonder he is letting out those sweet little moans, movements must shift it so nicely against his sensitive spots. 

You wrap your fingers around the girthy base and wiggle it from side to side. Your sweet boyfriend reacts in a moan and his back moving in a wavelike arch. You repeat the movement, drawing yet another little moan out of Taehyung.

“God puppy, this is so hot”, you say. You twist the black leather leash around your gloved hand a few times, drawing closer this way. There isn’t tension on it yet, tangling between your hand and Taehyung’s neck and drawing pretty paintings of shadow on his back. You follow the stroke of shadow with your fingers for the sole purpose of ending it with a wiggle of his tail plug.

Taehyung always reacts with such pretty moans when you draw it out. Giving him everything with no built-up is fun, but giving it to him after making him expect it is even better. So you like to feel him up, make his skin sensitive for you and his poor little body so, so needy for more. It’s more satisfying this way. 

You take the tail between your fingers again and move it. In and out. 

“Ah”, Taehyung lets out. His heavy balls throb between his legs. He liked it.

“More?”

He arches his back.

“Speak.” 

“Wroof”, he sort of whimpers the bark. It’s the hottest thing.

“Good boy. You’re such a good boy”, you praise and reward him with a slow toy fuck.

Taehyung moans each time you push it back inside again. His hole takes it embarrassingly easy. Well, deliciously easy would be a better way to describe what is happening right now. His rim is puffy and swollen, moving around the black silicon desperately. It bulges each time you pull out and opens up each time you push back inside.

“You’ve got the prettiest puppy hole”, you rasp, twisting the toy when it is halfway out. His hole takes it hungrily, shifting around the bulge. So wet and stretched. So fucking puffy. 

Taehyung whimpers, dropping his head.

“Head up”, you order, tugging at the leash roughly.

His head shoots up, a needy mewl slips past his lips. For just a second, air was sparse, reminding him that he has no free will right now. That you decide what happens to him.

“That’s better. You shouldn’t slack, puppy”, you praise and reward him by pushing the toy back into him. You loosen the tension on his leash, letting it tangle again. He releases a shaky breath, clenching around the toy in flutters of his puffy hole.

Fuck, his hole is so puffy. You crave the view of it unplugged and empty. Just for a few seconds to really satisfy the needs. 

You pull the toy out completely, moaning deliciously as his gaped hole looks back at you. You can see inside. He is so, so pretty, leaking lube now that he has nothing holding it inside.

“Fuck, look at you. Who’s a good puppy, Taetae?”

Taehyung whimpers, arching his back just so his hole stays open for you longer. He is the good puppy. He is.

“That’s right, you’re a good puppy. Such a good puppy”, you coo and push the toy back inside.

“Ah”, he lets out, fighting it for a second because he hadn’t expected the stretch.

“Relax.”

The toy doesn’t want to slip back inside. You stop trying in order not to hurt him, reaching for the bottle of lube.

“Good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you talk sweetly, keeping him in a happy headspace. You know how quickly Taehyung can beat himself up about sex related struggles. Premature ejaculation, a sudden loss of a boner, dry holes. These things are natural and happen, but Taehyung likes to beat himself up about them. You always make sure that the self-disappointment doesn’t happen. 

“You’re such a good boy. I’m just quickly gonna put more puppy slick on there. Yeah?” 

Taehyung wiggles his hips, letting out a small mewl. Lube. You are putting more lube, but the fact that you are calling it puppy slick is messing with his head. He can’t wait to take the toy again. Oh, he wants it so bad. 

“There we go, all slicked up for my puppy”, you say, placing the bottle aside. You twist the leash tighter without creating tension and guide the smooth head of the buttplug to his puffy hole. 

You touch it. 

Taehyung arches into you.

You trace it in circles. 

Taehyung sticks his ass out. 

You apply pressure.

Taehyung pushes back and swallows it. Of course he would. He is your good puppy after all.

He whimpers, closing his eyes in total bliss. He is finally whole again. Tingles go through his body, he feels so warm between his legs. The stretch is so nice and so electric. He doesn’t want it to stop.

“That’s better. You’re such a good puppy”, you encourage him and begin moving it inside him again. In and out, in and out. He should know how good it feels to be your puppy. 

Taehyung tries so hard to continue making puppy sounds, but it’s so hard. You make him feel so good. The plug is girthy enough that the stretch is there, but it is still small enough that it doesn't hurt. He is just full. That’s how he feels. Full. It is such a nice state to be in. 

Full. Empty. Full. Empty. Full. Empty. Full.

You keep pulling out and pushing back in. Taehyung feels aching longing whenever it is gone and burning ecstasy whenever it is back. 

“Please”, he begs because it’s impossible to stay non-verbal. 

“Speak”, you allow him.

“Please stay inside.” 

“Like this?” you push it all the way into him and move it by the tail, “is this doing something for you?”

“Woof”, Taehyung moans, arching his back. He tilts his head back, giving you a glimpse of his agape mouth. His eyes are closed in bliss, his cheeks are flushed. 

“Of course it does. My good boy, you’re so pretty like this.” 

“Woof, ah, woo-woof.” 

His legs are shaking, his arms are as well. His puffy hole keeps pulsating around the shaft, sucking the toy in hungrily. 

“Woo-ah-oof.”

You know for a fact that the only reason Taehyung is struggling with his noises is because you are grinding the toy against his prostate. You continue, basking in his blissed-out state. He is perfect like this.

“Woo, woo-oof.” 

He doesn’t even notice that he stopped barking and is instead saying the word “woof” in various needy versions. How wonderful. He is so wonderful.

It makes you want to ruin him even more. You angle the tail upwards and begin drawing circles with it. 

Taehyung gasps and tenses up. He whimpers, chasing you with sudden needy wiggles of his hips. Faster, faster, faster. He is getting faster the longer this goes on, whimpering sweetly each time the toy so very clearly grinds against his prostate. He is fucking himself on it, squeaking for air. 

“Good boy. Such a good boy”, you know what is happening and so you help him with getting there by saying his favourite words, “good boy, you’re such a good puppy.” 

Taehyung moans and drops to his elbows, screaming into the mattress as his orgasm hits him. You moan right with him, wiggling the toy in him quickly to really draw it out for him. He is shaking, twitching, convulsing all while his puffy hole throbs around the toy and the sheets muffle his ecstatic wails. 

“You’re seriously such a good fucking boy. Give me everything, puppy. That’s my good puppy”, you talk him through it until he very obviously begins twitching in overstimulation. 

You slide your fingers from his tail. You keep it inside his ass, watching it move all on its own as his hole throbs in the aftershock of his orgasm. How delicious to look at. 

“Good puppy”, you praise, petting his butt soothingly, “now. Turn”, you order and tug at the leash. 

Taehyung fights himself up onto his paws and turns with wobbly knees. He looks properly ruined. Face flushed, hair messy, eyes half lidded and gaze droopy. You know that it was hard for him to follow your command, but this isn’t over yet. What you just gave him was merely to get rid of some of the tension. He isn’t done yet.

“Good boy”, you pet his head. 

Taehyung leans into your touch with an exhausted whimper and his eyes falling closed. You pet him, helping him calm down after his needed high. 

“So”, you begin, scratching him behind his ear, “now that we got this out of the way, we’ll finally start with the training.” 

He lifts his glassy eyes, staring up at you in a mixture of disbelief, devotion and exhaustion. The devotion is strongest, shining brightly in his dark brown puppy eyes. 

“Mhm? Can my puppy finally think clearly again?” 

Taehyung exhales shakily, sagging his shoulders as his devotion grows. He finally lets out an animalistic bark again, sticking out his tongue slowly because he desires to be your obeying puppy so bad, even with his body still recovering from his orgasm.  “Of course you can. Now let’s get started. Paw.”

[iipoisonedbutterfly]

BOW DOWN, PET

001. WARNINGS: mdni, language, small mention of a shock collar, cock stepping, handjob, brief oral, penetration, orgasm denial, not proofread

002. CHARACTERS: muzan kibutsuji — kny

003. PAIRINGS: sub pet!muzan x dom fem!reader, pet au

004. SYNOPSIS: in a word where demons where domesticated as pets, you found yourself with a pet who was being a bit too disobedient.

005. WORD COUNT: 1.3k

006. NOTES: thank you @creamncheese for requesting this, i really enjoyed writing this! i struggled a bit with this as i don’t usually write for dominant readers as i personally prefer being on the submissive side myself but i think this came out better than expected..? apologies if muzan is ooc, i tried my best to make this work while still keeping his canon personality. smut is also not my strong suit (as you can probably tell) but i hope to improve throughout my time here on tumblr. i hope you enjoy this! ๑>◡<๑

after reapplying your lipgloss, you smoothed out your dress and stood up feeling especially confident in the new heels you bought. tonight would be the night that you finally got to let loose and possibly have a bit of fun with this cute guy you recently met.

walking out of your bedroom, you stepped into the living room, glancing over at muzan who was seated on the couch reading a book on botany—whenever you took him to the library you noticed he always took an interest to flowers, though for what reason was unknown to you.

“muzan, i’m about to go out for a date and i’ll probably get back around midnight. i left some meat to thaw out on the counter and some instructions on how to cook it.”

he glanced up at you, his gaze briefly drifting to your dress. it took everything in him not to pounce onto you. he was absolutely pissed to say the least, why the hell would you go out with a human as pathetic as that guy when you had him?! ever since you brought him out of that horrible prison of a shop, he’d grown attached to you even going so far as to consider you his human. seeing you dressed up for some lowly being made his blood boil, it stirred something inside him.

“no. you’re staying here.” he commanded.

“do you want to repeat what you just said, muzan?” you replied, placing a hand on your hip.

firmly putting his book down, he approached you with a stern expression. if it weren’t for the copious amounts of wisteria that was injected into him daily, he would’ve probably killed that man the time you first introduced him. “you’re staying with me.” he repeated firmly.

“it seems i’ve been too soft on you, muzan. i was all set to go out with someone, i even got all dressed up and everything but it seems that’ll have to wait until after your punishment.” you scowled, clearly displeased with your pet’s behavior.

he was taken back by the sudden change in your attitude, you were usually lenient with him and there had only been a few times when you punished him. though as long as it prevented you from seeing that vermin it didn’t matter to him. plus, he would be lying if he said he didn’t like this side of you. “oh really? you’re going to punish me? how amusing.” he smirked, his red, cat-like eyes peering at you.

“yes, i am. if you don’t put up too much of a fuss i might lighten your punishment.” you stated, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him to your bedroom.

he could feel the blood rushing to his crotch as you pulled him around. he also quite liked the sound of your heels clicking against the floor as you walked to your room.

“don’t make things difficult for yourself,” you murmured in his ear before letting go of his collar. “now get down on your fucking knees.” you demanded, grabbing the remote control for his collar from the top of your dresser. though it was more just for intimidation as you’d never actually something like this on him.

deciding it was best to listen to you—and though he hates admitting it, he’s awfully weak due to the stupid wisteria—he swallowed what was left of his pride and lowered himself onto his knees, glaring up at you.

“glaring at others isn’t very nice, y’know? especially considering you’re just a pet.” you sneered, pressing your heel onto his crotch.

he let out a small hiss, gritting his teeth. “shit…” he muttered, closing his eyes. he couldn’t deny that the sensation was pleasurable.

“you’re enjoying this, hm?” you snickered, looking down at how much of a mess he was already. you pressed your heel into him a little harder, enjoying the expressions he made.

“possibly..” he managed to muster out, not daring look up at you. he felt utterly embarrassed at the way he was grinding his cock against your heels, he was acting like some dog in heat—though it’s not as if he was all that far off from one. it was too late for him to care, he couldn’t help himself, not with how good he felt.

you suddenly removed your foot from his crotch. “strip and get on the bed.” you ordered, deciding on a new method of teasing. you hoisted yourself onto the edge of the bed, taking off your heels and kicking them to the side.

with a small huff, he stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the ground. ignoring your sultry gaze, he unbuckled his belt and slid down his pants.

“you’re such a pretty pet.” you cooed, standing up and sliding your pointer finger across his abdomen teasingly.

“just go ahead and get my punishment over with, woman.” he spat out, glaring at you.

“fine, if you want to be such a brat then i’ll treat you like one.” you retorted, narrowing your eyes at him.

“get on the bed and lay down. now.” you commanded, watching good every movement like a hawk.

he made his way to the bed and lay down across it, watching you get right on top of him.

you freed his cock from the confines of his underwear, watching it throb up against his stomach. “needy, are we?” you murmured, taking his cock in your hand and swiping your thumb across the tip.

“agh—! shit…” he hissed, immediately throbbing up against your touch. he shut his eyes, enjoying the sensation of your soft hands against his cock.

you kitten-licked the base of his cock, not wanting to give him too much pleasure. one of your hands drifted to your panties, sliding two fingers into your already-drenched hole to help loosen yourself up.

“haah…quit teasing me-!” he groaned, precum oozing out of tip.

“quit your whining.” you muttered sitting up and slipping off your panties. you then got back ontop of him, lifting up the hem of your dress for easier access. hovering above his cock, you sunk down onto him and braced your hands on his abdomen.

after adjusting to him, you lifted your hips up and thrusted brought them back down, finding a slow and steady rhythm.

“go faster already.” he complained, not liking how painfully slow you were going. he grabbed your waist and tried to set his own pace only for you to slam down against him.

“is this fast enough f’you?” you hissed, holding back a moan.

“fuuck..!” he choked out, hands digging into the plush of your hips. you drove him absolutely insane, milking his cock so damn good. he felt his balls tightening as your velvety walls kept on squeezing around him.

you smirked almost sadistically at the pathetic expression on his face. “already tired?” you sneered, noticing the way his cock was absolutely throbbing inside your pussy.

you sped up your pace, squeezing around him as if your life depended on it. you knew his body inside out and you could tell he was close.

“haah— fuck-!” he practically whimpered out, thighs trembling beneath you as he felt his balls get heavy.

suddenly you lifted your hips up, “you really thought i was gonna let you cum already?” you smirked, bracing your hands against his chest. your teasingly wiggled your hips that were hovering right above him.

“you foul woman..” he muttered, looking up at you with his crimson colored eyes.

“i don’t think your in any position to start spitting insults.” you responded teasingly. not even giving him a chance to catch his breath, you slammed your hips back down, walls tightly clamping down on his cock. this was most definitely going to be a long night for him.

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[magnusbae]

tfw u have a Complicated™️ Relationship With An Otherworldly Creature

First of all, I would like to point out that I DID NOT REALIZE WE HAD THAT DISCUSSION ON APRIL FOOL'S DAY.

All I remember is being delirious from lack of sleep and you indulging me by listening to my ravings about a Venom AU for dreamling aND THEN MAKING AN ACTUAL MEME FOR IT!!!

While I don't remember much of what we said that morning, and this meme being perfect for Canon AU also, I will focus my efforts on elaborating on this Venom AU no one had asked for but everybody will be getting!

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"It's not human, but it's given me things no girlfriend ever could."

Hob Gadling is by no means a man who lacks options. He had fucked, and he had fucked a lot. He dated, he had even married once. He did all there is to be done, from casual to serious and yet... nothing comes close to this, to this bond he shares, to this otherworldly creature living within him, sustaining him, enveloping him, devouring him.

"Beloved," Hob says, feeling the instantaneous warming of his chest. Dream, (That is his name.) (Oh, what a lovely name it is.) often responds in such a manner to terms of endearment. He enjoys them more than he would ever care to admit. All the more incentive for Hob to use them as frequently as humanly possible. Which is to say, a lot.

The low frequency rumbling inside of his chest cavity lets him know that Dream is very much aware and chooses to remain silent on the matter. He is so sweet, actually the sweetest creature in the entirety of existence. It's hard to remember a time when he had thought otherwise, a time in which he was actually terrified of the creature that had decided to use his body as a free-ride.

Yes? Dream finally speaks, tired of waiting for Hob to verbalize his thoughts. His voice is a deep thunder inside of Hob's mind, closer to a loud thought than an actual audible sound. An intrusive thought he would never wish to get rid of. Hob. Strict, impatient, amused. He feels like Dream cannot decide if he's more irritated or amused by Hob's wandering thoughts. Speak.

Hob huffs out a laughter, shaking his head and opening his fist in an invitation. The empty spaces between his fingers are soon filled with claw-like ink black fingers. Dream's hand, firm and strong.

"I was just thinking," Hob closes his hand, squeezing Dream's hand in his, feeling the tightening of Dream's hand in turn. "how it's our anniversary tonight" he closes his eyes, thinking of a year ago, miserable and lost and terrified, with nothing in this world left, running into an alien that by all means was supposed to devour him long ago.

Expect for the miraculous part of them being so perfectly matched that Dream decided to preserve him instead. Tend his body, strengthen it, keep it safe. The only price being that he also gets to live in it. See humanity, learn of it, understand it. It's what he told him, however Hob suspects, knows really, that it was something far more personal.

Dream had filled spaces Hob didn't even know he had. Voids so small you don't know them but you ache them. And if Hob does even a fraction of what Dream does to him— well then, there's the reason.

Yes. Dream rambles, pleased. Anniversary, like marriage. the last word is purred so quietly it's almost like it's Hob's own thought.

"Hold your horses," Hob laughs again, cheeks warming up, he's smiling wide enough to ache "I expect to get properly proposed to, who do you think I am? I ain't cheap, you know" he feels a hand brushing his hip bone, an intimate, possessive gesture that sets a shiver down his groin.

Yes, of course. Dream's finger trace's down the 'V' lines, claw gentle but ever present. Not cheap. Proposal. Indeed. Dream is amused again, the cheeky creature is making fun of him, and that, is damn hot.

Whatever response Hob was about to give is swallowed down with a yelp when Dream takes him into his hand. Hob breathes out, mind blanking as the decidedly inhuman hand starts working on him.

Conversations about propriety can wait. After all, this is so much more interesting. Whatever else you can say about dating a formless alien who resides inside of your body, there's undeniable benefits to them literally sharing your own pleasure. Makes for a very good partner indeed.

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Written in one go without editing because if I allow myself even a single more hour of thinking how it needs to be PERFECT I will die LMAO.

Brief explanation of Venom for those who didn't watch it! >> under the cut.

Generally speaking, I would imagine that Dream's initial reason was to study, understand, experience a different existence than his own. He had no regard for human life (still doesn't, not in the way a human would) he was perfectly fine with riding human bodies and living their lives until they expired.

Expect Dream had found Hob, a perfect match, a human body that accepted every single cell of him with open arms, way before Hob even realized he loved Dream, his body had already accepted him.

This can have over-complicated plot, and it could be a simply fun-little au. It can have a "fish-bowl" rescue of reported Hob breaking into the Lab where Dream was being experimented on, and it could be Hob's homeless era when on top of everything else going wrong with his life, he also gotten jumped by an alien symbiote in an alley.

It can be anything you wish to imagine, but bottom line is— imagine the intimacy, the bond, the tenderness of sharing a body with a creature that envelopes you whole, who loves you whole, who cares and wants you whole. Body and Soul and Mind, literally, figuratively, everything.

A bond so close you feel like a single being, bond so close you feel you would die if separated. Hob didn't even know he needed it. Hob thought his life was complete, even if shitty at times, he didn't feel any lackings, and yet..... when Dream came into his life, he realized it was an empty shell compared to what it is.

And Dream, who had never felt a connection, only felt rejection after rejection, and then in the case of the lab-trab, the experiments and cruelty. Being loved and accepted and wanted so fully he betrays his entire species to be with Hob.

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Essentially, Venom is one specimen of a symbiotic life form that finds a host and bonds with it. It's not easy to find a proper host, if the host is not right, the symbiote would slowly devour the body and eventually kill the human. In the comics canon, a human named Eddie and Venom form a bond, eventually fall in love, and share a very intimate relationship. It's a VERY half-assed explanation, but basically, the symbiote literally lives inside of the human host, and it makes for some......fun dynamics. considering it's a literal alien.

[connectionterminated13]

A Dead man who just needs a pack of cigarettes

Short little fan fiction I worked on in a couple minutes on Tumblr because I was bored BTW this takes place in my AU Inferno! Also please don't expect stellar writing quality this is mostly just a joke and for fun and I'm not doing the best editing on this (Fuck you Tumblr (The app) I'm going to write something tonight If it fucking kills me)

"You're telling me you're out"

Michael stared down the store clerk with what he could only describe as pure hatred. He was focusing every bit of rage and anger and general unhappiness from a miserable life at this man.

"I told you sir we sold out an hour ago.."

The bleary-eyed teenage boy behind the cast register of a convenience store somewhere in Arizona was not acknowledging the pure hatred that Michael was staring at him with. This made Michael even more mad

"Well Mr. I ran out of them an hour ago, I just saw some guy leave with a whole Fucking bag full!!"

This was a lie but Michael assumed if he got more threatening with his tone and maybe yelled a bit and made up this total this stupid probably high teenage boy would tell him where the goddamn cigarettes were!

The boy just blinked at him tired and boringly like he wasn't looking at an affront to God Screaming his face about cigarettes.

"LOOK KID I DON'T THINK YOU GET IT I NEED FUCKING CIGARETTES I AM GOING TO BE ON THE ROAD FOR THE NEXT OH SAY 8 HOURS, 8 HOURS IN THE DESERT, 8 HOURS WITHOUT A TASTE OF NICOTINE. WHICH I THINK IS TAUTAMOUNT TO TORTURE."

Michael was going to break something if this stupid boy didn't at least give him a reason why there was no cigarettes. Because Michael knew barely anyone passed through here so it was safe to assume that this stupid dumb future Hippie boy or Trailer truck Owner had stolen these also precious rations away from Michael as some elaborate plot against him!!

"I told you sir we're out someone bought up the last pack an hour ago if you wait till tomorrow they'll be more..."

The boy didn't even have the gall to look at him staring down at his stupid phone.. Disgusting absolutely disgusting.

"Do not know what I am boy?? I am not human I do not need what you need all I need is cigarettes AND IF YOU CAN'T GIVE THAT TO ME WELL I'LL JUST HAVE TO DRAG YOU TO HELL WITH ME!?"

Michael with much anger picked up a display of gum and threw it against the ground. The boy did slightly raise his eyebrows and let out a small "Damn"

"Are you going to pick that up?"

The boy looked down at the mesh Michael headmaid clearly thinking about how annoying it would be to clean up later.

"Not until you tell me where the cigarettes are.."

Michael said with the smuggist face his lack of lips and cheeks and general facial features would allow.

"Look sir... I get you think you're some kind of crypted supernatural entity but please trust me when I say we're out of cigarettes..."

The boy rubbed between his eyes clearly beginning to lose patience and by extension beginning to care about what Michael had to say.

"Okay let's believe you you have no cigarettes.. But do you really think I'm just putting on an act? no no this is what I am. You see a long time ago, I was like you human stupid handsome..."

Michael paused for a moment remembering his beautiful hair and his handsome untainted face... As for some reason the teenage boy continued to look bored and mildly distraught about the idea of cleaning up the gum Michael had spilled on the floor.

"Anyway up until my sister and her other insane clown robot friends ripped out my insides and used me as a human skin suit!! This went on for 2 months... Do you know what it feels like to be a human skin suit for 2 months???"

The boy just existed there for a moment before realizing it was a question in shaking his head.

"And you know what I survived!! Sure I'm dead and bruised and maybe a bit more crazy than I was before but I survived!!"

Michael punctuated the word survived By knocking over another display. This time it was for some kind of chocolate egg. For good measure Michael even stamped on some of the packaging as the boy with a giant sigh responded to michael.

"What does that have to do with cigarettes or your continued violence to our products sir?"

"WELL EVERYTHING OF COURSE!! BECAUSE IF YOU THINK AFTER ALL THAT I'D GIVE UP WHEN YOU SAY THERE AREN'T CIGARETTES WHEN THEY'RE CLEARLY ARE AND YOU'RE JUST HIDING THEM FROM ME, YOUR JUST AS INSANE AS PEOPLE CLAIM I AM!!!"

The boy seemed genuinely pissed off at this point which made Michael feel proud.

"Look Mr. Unholy Damon guy if I give you my Own cigarette Package will you just leave me alone??"

The boy slapped a box of cigarettes on the Cash register sliding them towards Michael. Michael looked down at them immediately noticing they weren't his brand of cigarettes but they would do.

"Thank you"

Michael took the cigarettes with a smile before walking out of the convenience store ignoring the fact the boy was flipping him off behind his back. Michael was still smiling when he opened the RV door and was face-to-face with Charlie.

"What did you break this time?"

Charlie said with a tired but unannoyed voice

"Just a couple of standies nothing to worry about..."

Michael said with Sing song voice voice lighting up a cigarette

[sashaisready]

The Blood Pact: Chapter 7 - No going back

Bucky Barnes Vampire AU x Female Reader

Reeling from a bad break-up, you're desperately trying to find a new place to live but the Brooklyn rental market is a complete nightmare. You take a chance on an intriguing newspaper ad and enquire about a room in a shared house, where you'd be living with two mysterious men. The catch is that they want something other than your money for you to pay the rent...the one thing they don't have

Series Masterlist

Chapter 8

Hi all. Bit of a shorter chapter as we build up to their Big Night. Warnings for beginnings of smut, talk of blood drinking and reader being a bit over eager with Bucky (but he's very willing).

You were a jittery mess the next day as you waited for sundown. The hangover didn’t help much, either. Part of you even wondered if you’d dreamt it all, and Bucky would come down those stairs as he did every night and everything would be as it was. Awkward and uncomfortable. But you remembered his hands on you too clearly, the feel of his tongue against your neck, the breathlessness from that kiss…all too real to have been a dream.

You distracted yourself with housework and a catch up video call with Wanda and Nat, filling them in on Peter’s dastardly deeds as they scoffed and shouted – outraged on your behalf. You were still annoyed at yourself for your moment of weakness, but Nat vowed to avenge you and it felt good to be talking about it and laughing, reminding yourself that it was only the important people in your life who mattered.

You did a couple of loads of laundry and took a long leisurely bath. You wanted to look nice for Bucky but didn’t want to look too dressed up as you normally wore casual shorts or loungewear around the house, so one of your sexy cocktail dresses would certainly raise an eyebrow from Steve. You settled on a tight leggings and tank top set you knew emphasised every curve of your body, popping on a bit of minimal make up for good measure.

You had ordered your favourite takeout as your capacity to cook was non-existent. You were sat at the kitchen table eating when they finally descended the stairs and came into the kitchen. You looked up and greeted them as naturally as you could, trying to ignore your heart as it hammered in your chest.

Steve was dressed up and ready to go in a crisp white shirt and navy tailored pants, while Bucky was more laidback in dark jeans and a fitted grey t-shirt. The two of you exchanged the briefest of heated glances before you turned away and asked Steve if he was looking forward to his night out.

“I am, yeah. Haven’t seen this crowd in a while so it’ll be good to catch up” he beamed.

“Fun!” you responded cheerily. “What’s a vampire gathering like? Do you have a human sacrifice? Drink the finest AB negative from martini glasses?”

Steve laughed heartily. “Not since the 70s. We normally just hang out and catch up, put on some music. But yes, they do offer refreshments so you’re off the hook tonight”

You smiled back. “Sounds like a blast. Say hi to Blade for me”.

You laughed together for a moment before Steve’s expression turned into something more serious.

"Are you two going to be okay together without me?” he asked, looking between you and Bucky. “I’m a little worried I’ll come home and one of you will be torn limb from limb – and I mean it, both of you have a fair shot of being capable of that”.

You both turned to look at Bucky who was standing at the kitchen counter, reading through some mail. He glanced back at you briefly before turning to Steve.

“We’ll be fine” he replied solemnly as his azure eyes locked with yours once more, giving nothing away. “Won’t we?”

You nodded. “Yep…I’m still kinda hungover so I’m probably gonna watch a movie and call it a night. We’ll just stay out of each other’s way”.

Bucky nodded back as Steve eyed you both. You could see he wasn’t wholly convinced, worried about what the two of you might get up to in his absence.

If only he knew.

Steve eventually got to his feet, satisfied that he could trust you both not to kill each other at least until he got home. Or as satisfied as he’d ever be, at least.

“Okay, good. Well I’ll get on my way, then. Just call me if World War III breaks out”.

He headed to the door as Bucky walked with him, they were chatting about some old buddy of theirs, Rumlow something? So you tuned it out. You picked up your empty plate and took it to the sink, throwing away the takeout containers and turning the faucet to rinse. You were suddenly nauseous as you knew it was only a matter of moments before you and Bucky were alone, mindlessly scrubbing the plate as you felt your nerves take over.

You finally heard Steve say goodbye as the front door closed, and then silence from Bucky in the hall. You swallowed, wondering if you should make the first move or wait until he said something. Or maybe he’d changed his mind and was just going to ignore the whole thing. You rubbed at the plate a little harder, even though it was already clean.

You didn’t have to wait much longer as you suddenly felt strong arms from behind loop across your waist. You yelped and dropped the plate in surprise, you hadn’t even heard him enter the kitchen. He pulled you tight against him as his lips found your neck, sucking softly on your skin as he worked from behind your ear and down to your collarbone. You closed your eyes and let yourself sag against him as you leaned into the kisses, your hands gripping his. You whimpered quietly as you allowed him to sweep you away. He stopped kissing and you could feel his grin against the back of your neck.

His hands sharply flipped you so that you were facing him and you were immediately lost in his eyes as he pulled you against him, gently moving a strand of hair from your face as he studied you. You were painfully aware of how easily he could manoeuvre you without even breaking a sweat. It shot a burst of electricity straight through you.

“We need to talk-” he started, his voice firm and authoritative, but you didn’t let him finish.

You flung your arms around his neck, desperately pulling his face towards yours. You felt like you’d collapse if you didn’t kiss him in the next few seconds. You pushed your mouth onto his and despite his insistence on talking he didn’t resist as he kissed you back. You vaulted up into his arms, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as he lifted you, staggering across the kitchen as you both blindly bumped into the counter and the table. He finally pinned you against the wall, your back flush with the cool plaster as he broke away and forced you to look him in the eye.

“I’m serious, Doll. It’s important that-”

But you gave him no leeway, diving back onto him as you greedily found his lips once more.

“Later…later. Please…” you mumbled into his mouth as your hands frantically ran up his shoulders. You were so desperate to have him that you couldn’t wait a moment longer. And maybe part of you worried he’d talk himself out of it.

But he broke away again and you sighed with frustration as he pointed a stern finger in your face, the other arm keeping you upright.

“Stop that” he chided.

You tried to move to him again but he caught your face in his hand, squeezing your cheeks in his fingers so that you looked like a caught fish. You sighed, admitting defeat and prying his hand off of you, pressing yourself against the wall as you waited for him to talk.

“That’s better” he smirked triumphantly before becoming serious again. “Okay. If we’re gonna do this, there’s no going back. You understand?”

You nodded obediently.

“It’s going to be intense. You get that foggy feeling when I feed from you? I feel a version of it too. That means we have a strong connection. It’s sort of like a bond. It happens sometimes with certain pairings of vampires and humans. Nobody really knows why, we just know it intensifies even further if that pairing have sex. So I need you to know this all going in, because it might feel overwhelming at times, alright?”

You nodded again, both exhilarated and slightly nervous. Also it felt validating to know you weren’t just a horny mess and there was something there.

“But I’ll be here with you alright? And we can slow down or even stop if it gets too much. You just need to communicate with me”.

“Okay. I can do that” you respond shyly.

He watches your face for a moment, seemingly checking that you understand everything he’s told you. After he seems satisfied, his gaze changes to something darker as his eyes scan you up and down. He’s still holding you against the wall, your legs squirm slightly around his waist. You realise the position he has you in leaves you quite…vulnerable.

“You’re wearing that to get me going, aren’t you?” he whispers, roughly pawing at your tight leggings.

You feel moisture pooling between your legs as you stare back at him defiantly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”.

He laughs. “Oh, really?” A finger slowly traces from your collarbone down across the curve of your breast and down to your stomach. Your breath hitches and your eyes widen as your skin goosebumps under his touch but you manage to keep your composure. Mostly.

“So it’s just a coincidence that tonight of all nights you’re wearing something that means I can see almost every part of you?” he asks, his face inquisitive.

“I just like to be comfortable at home” you reply breezily.

He grins, his finger still exploring your torso.

“There’s something I want to ask you…” he says softly as his finger moves from your stomach down to the apex of your thighs. You flinch, your body freezing as he hovers over your crotch.

“Mm?” you respond, unable to tear your eyes away from the precarious position his hand hovers in.

You gasp slightly as he begins circling your clothed core, the tight material means the sensation is especially heightened and your arms shoot up to grab his shoulders for support. You cling to him and he smirks as he presses his forehead against yours and continues to work you over. You begin to whimper softly and bite down on your bottom lip as the sensation leaves you breathless. You can already feel the beginnings of a climax and he’s barely started.

“I wanted to ask…” he continues as you subconsciously wriggle against his hand. His voice is softer than you’d ever heard it, velvety. You can practically feel the arousal radiating from him and it surges your ego like nothing else.

 “…I’d like to feed before we really get started. But from your neck, this time”.

You pull back and look at him, finally distracted from his touch.

“My…neck?” you ask hesitantly, your fingers move up to stroke over where your jugular is.

He nods. Removing his hand for a moment and delicately kissing your neck instead. You sigh as his lips ghost over your skin, closing your eyes as you lean into the tingling feeling.

“Yes, right here” he whispers as his tongue takes a cautious swipe over your nape. He groans slightly as he leans back into the kisses. “Like Steve said that first night we met, it’s a very intimate area to feed from. But if you agree…I really think it’ll enhance the experience…for both of us”.

He sucks on a patch of skin and you shudder with pleasure as he nips at you gently with his fangs, your fingers dig hard into his shoulder blades.

“…Okay” you manage to utter breathlessly.

He pulls back and grins fiendishly at you, fangs bared and smile wide. You’ve never felt more like prey than in this moment. That man will swallow you whole if given the chance.

“Okay” he nods. “Let’s go…”.

He pulls you away from the wall and throws you over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, you shriek with excitement as he heads to the stairs.

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one and seven for the ask game!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

hi lia <3 <3

Have you pulled inspiration from media sources other than the property your fic is related to (a plot point from a TV show that has nothing to do with the characters/setting of the fic, a line from a book, etc.)? If so, for which story? Why did you find that media source compelling?

absolutely yes! i mean fic in particular is extremely derivative but honestly all writing is derivative...i am always pulling inspiration from other stories i've loved which have stuck w me <3 gonna focus on wfrau in particular just to avoid this answer getting too long + bc that's what i've been writing most recently but. i've pulled inspiration from the animorphs series bc there are lots of fun ethical dilemmas brought up throughout that stuck w me after reading it; a particular scene from the anime 'banana fish' influenced james's story, though i can't say much more abt that without risking spoilers for the anime...if you've seen it you'll probably know which scene it influence tho lol. the crypt ch was influenced by book 4 of the fablehaven series which i read growing up as a kid--i loved book 4 bc it involved the main characters going on a mission into this underground treasure vault and having to fight past different traps to deeper down...so fun <3 the idea to write a werewolf fighting ring au in the first place came from me remembering a book i'd read as a kid called 'the abused werewolf rescue group,' though i couldn't actually tell you anything abt the plot anymore...and i'm sure there are a thousand other bits & pieces of media that have been floating around in my brain as i've written but those r the main ones coming to mind rn!

7. Share a line or paragraph you’ve written that you don’t think will ever actually be posted in anything! (Or, if you don’t hoard cut sentences and passages like I do, share anything you want that has yet to see the light of day!)

ugh see i really should save my writing better...generally w the way i write i'm not usually cutting entire scenes but it has happened once or twice & i've just. deleted it...

i can share a snippet of a pandalily time war au that i wrote about 2 pages of like 2 years ago but don't think i'll ever return to/complete so it will likely never see the light of day...here u go:

The low chatter—that is something that does not change. Gather enough people into a room, call it a party, close your eyes and it could be 1992 in Los Angeles or 761 in Koumbi Saleh or 1674 in Beijing. Humans will buzz like insects no matter what time you put them in, forever and ever and ever. Sometimes Lily wishes that they still existed; she scrubs the thought from her hard drive before her programming reads it as a virus. Humans do exist, forever. One only has to choose the right time.

This time, she is drinking wine. She is wandering through bodies, smiling and feeling the way it shapes her face. She steps past the marble columns, onto the terrace, under the moonlight that kisses her eyelids so gently when she closes them. She can feel the light, you know. That’s something she can do.

“Red suits you.”

The person beside her is a woman, today, or something like it. She wears the same clothing, white sweep of cloth, though she’s never quite able to get the same softness. It drapes willowy, slow-moving, with fingers that gnarl like roots.

“I’m too tired to kill you tonight,” Lily says, biting through the Latin with her canines like rich meat. “Go somewhere else.”

The woman smiles, slow and creeping, a lichen on the bark of a tree.

“Another place?”

“Another time.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“I like the wine.”

She isn’t drinking any. She watches the cup in Lily’s hands. When Lily takes a sip, the woman’s tongue darts out to wet her lips, pink and human.

“They have wine later,” Lily tells her, “And before.”

“Not like here,” the woman says, “Not like tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“Tonight.”

“And what makes it different tonight?”

The woman smiles. She is standing so very close. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

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[mishkakagehishka]

Hey Korka I saw a thing so of course I have to shu-ify it because it can fit this idiot who never says what he actually thinks unless it's strictly necessary.

Anyway thinking about something going wonky with some thing or other and being able to hear Shu's inner voice... Like getting to hear his actual feelings with a sort of echo effect after he says his usual harsh words... Maybe using that to your advantage to tease him a little bit and fluster him while making it not completely obvious so he doesn't evaporate on the spot

I think we don't have to really use any logic because "Well, we just want to see it happen!!" is enough. For the sake of an argument, let's imagine uhhhhhhh [checks notes] the time and space matter is falling apart because of the perpetual timeloop and it's showing in the fact that Shu's thoughts are now shared with whoever he's speaking to in the moment. We could bring up the idea of a soulmate AU, but I won't torture you tonight.

idk the word count i wrote it directly in post (so no spellchecker! should be fun!!) and i . didn't really plan on doing that.

Shu's usual biting remarks - something that takes lots of getting used to, and even then can hurt quite a lot. It's not like he wants to be mean, but that's how he comes across to most. To most, with a few notable exceptions, to most except to those who, after all, know him.

But it takes practice to know how to translate Shu's words, to know that his "Even a child could do it" doesn't necessarily mean you're stupid so you should be able to do it - it doesn't mean that he considers you on the level of the imaginary child he is mentioning, but that he expects someone of your skills and knowledge to be able to breeze through it. To know that his scoffs and "Don't bother me" and "I'm only doing this because it'd be an inconvenience to me otherwise" are just ways of masking his own care for you. That his scoffs are to hide his smiles, his shooing of you just a way to make sure he's not distracted by wanting to talk to you, that he just cannot come clean about his true intentions - it's not in his nature to show vulnerability.

And one day, all that practice, all that difficulty is just. Gone. And suddenly you have access to Shu's inner thoughts. How? Who knows. The author doesn't particularly care, either. But the reality is that you were left sitting in your seat, listening to Shu berating you for not bringing an umbrella, yet very much hearing the echo of, what would I do if you got sick? Why do you always insist on worrying me like this? And how were you supposed to pair it to "Are you a moron? Do you not check the weather like an adult before leaving the house?!"

Easily. By batting your eyelashes at him, by saying, "Sorry, did I worry you?" He paused in his berating, mid-sentence, mid-calling-you-an-imbecile. Eyes widened, mouth still left half-open. Is that the faintest rosiness of a blush you see on his cheeks? "Don't be ridiculous. Whether you get sick or not is none of my business, but think about the work you'd be pushing onto others because of your lack of care. It is highly irresponsible." Yet the echo was panicking. Panicking! Screaming, is it that obvious? Am I that obvious? I don't look worried, do I? You may have just found your entertainment for today.

"Well, I just forgot my umbrella. I'm sorry, but I don't think I deserve to be called names for it," you defended yourself, just wanting to see if he'd think anything vaguely remorseful. "I'm simply stating facts. Forgetting such a trivial thing makes you seem dumber than you are." - If you feel bad about being called names, then quit behaving so carelessly.

Well, Shu will always be Shu.

I hate making you feel bad, too. I wish you would smile at me." And wasn't that your perfect sign? Your wonderful cue to shoot him the brightest, most blinding smile known to humanity, in such perfect timing. And as if an arrow had struck him, he froze. Even his thoughts - empty. But he was under your effect, that was certain, with that faint blush easily deepening, splashing his cheeks in a far more noticeable way. In a way that was, quite frankly, very taking-advantage-of-able. "Are you okay? You're looking a bit red?" Don't come closer, don't come closer, don't come closer, DON'T- Of course you came closer. Of course you placed your hand on his forehead, pressing ever so lightly. "Do you have a fever?" "NO! I'm fine. Don't touch me!" Though he attempted to swat your hand away, it was clearly rather low-effort, and your hand remained on his forehead. He almost leaned into it, and you could hear words so unfitting of Shu's voice, yet undeniably in his voice. Ah~ Your hand is so soft... I wish time would stop so you would never pull away... It's so warm... What a capricious man.

"You're burning up, Shu! And you scolded me about getting sick..." "I'm not sick, I told you! Let go this instant!" Please don't let go please don't let go please don't let go "Why don't you move away? Nobody's holding you." Really, nobody was. You only kept your hand on his forehead, but he was free to even just take a single step backwards. But you knew the reason. And he knew the reason as well. The blush spread to the tip of his ears, making him look nothing less than like a rose in bloom. Or an embarrassed tomato. "You're not sick? So what's with your face? You're red all over. Could it be you're embarrassed?" You happily watched his composure crumble, his breathing turn uneven, his eyes trembling. What's happening?

Suddenly, his cheeks were cupped, squished until his mouth was stuck in a pout. A most undignified state that had him scrambling, trying to push your hands away, but ultimately it was a fruitless endeavor. What's happening!??!?! "You're so cute." "UNHAND ME!" But, like a puppy, his thoughts just repeated the compliment over and over. I'm cute... I'm cute...? He seemed to enjoy it, his heart pounding in his ears at the words, at your touch, at how close your faces were. "You're adorable. Do you like it when I compliment you like that?" I love it "You do, don't you? So cute."

A loud smooch to his cheek. And his knees buckled. Pathetically. "Wha-what is the meaning of this? You're behaving most inappropriately and-!" "Are you crying?" "I'm NOT!" He was not... technically. The tears that collected in the corners of his eyes were those of frustration with himself, frustration with the situation. I would want for nothing more than to embrace you and kiss you, but... Even his thoughts hadn't a ready excuse. It was simply not something that would be in his nature. But I could never take the lead with such acts.

And isn't that all you needed to know to grab his face once more, albeit less like a fussy baby's and more gently now, to cup his jaw and press your lips against his? To cradle his face in your hands, to feel his body tensing up for a mere moment, before his arms caught hold of your shoulders, attempting to ground himself. His breathing evening once more, though his heart continued pounding hard enough that you could feel it against your own chest. And his inner monologue nothing but an unending scream of, what you assumed to be, excitement. It probably wouldn't be horror, else he wouldn't have been kissing back as fervently as he was. Pulling away was equally as entertaining as listening to his inner screaming throughout the kiss, rather, watching him quickly trying to mask his softened features back into a frown, getting ready to scold you, but... No words came out.

"You..! You..! You.....!" He tried his best, he really did. I cannot believe you did that i cannot believe we did that that was so good that was great i want to do that again i never want to be away from you i want to hug you more i want to kiss you more i want to "Me? Me? Me?" You mocked, a victorious smile on your face, knowing you had one over him. Him, who was still out of breath, tried as he did to hide it. "You're that into me, huh?" At this point, he had the bright idea to hide his face. "I already saw how red you are, no use hiding it now. Come kiss me again." Peeking through his fingers, no, glaring through his fingers. He pondered on a response for a second, face still heating up, embarrassment still evident. But, for once, his thoughts and words overlapped, "Can I?"

[wanderlustmagician]

So some of my friends and I have a discord, it’s smol and kinda quiet… but we also have a channel dedicated to quoting the stupid shit we say and I thought it would be fun to go through it and do the Modern AU boys with the quotes.

Once I get my office cleaned back up, I’ll be able to sit and write more actual content out. For now, here’s dumb shenanigans via quotes;

While playing Cards Against Humanity…

Warriors reading a card “30 shirtless bears emerging from the fog”

Sky “are bears always-“

Hyrule “different bears”

Wind, who was VERY annoyed with a classmate, “…and I got hands! I ain’t had to use em in a while, but I got hands!”

Sky talking to Imp: “I do love you you nasty whore”

Four, telling Wild about a soup, very excited; “… it’s called CLEAR.”

Legend “I’m going to bite you in a non-loving way.”

Sky “I know where those came from and it’s not from your head.”

Twi “Ahh was it my ADHD, Autism, or ooppptttiiiooonnn number three trauma.“

Sky “Your ex”

Twi “ah it’s the trauma!”

Hyrule “Me? Partnership? Barf.”

Time “Country fried witchcraft”

Time “it’s a new thing they added… it’s called Stardew Gun”

Wind “I think I’d be a really good Whistler if I could whistle”

Four: “Why aren’t my headphones working?”

*2 seconds later*

Four: “Oh because they’re not in my ears”

Legend rants about protesters at planned parenthood for like a solid minute, then “So back to my point on Taylor Swift.”

Sky “Hyrule are you burning incense?”

Hyrule “No... I’m burning something”

While talking about 50 shades of grey…

Wild “yeah it’s kinda like watching soft porn…”

Legend “ah yes BDSM is soft porn”

Sky before he walked out of the room “Well… I’m going to the bathroom… because it’s what I do best.”

Time to Malon “Gurl you fancy like Applebees”

Warriors about Legend “I poked the bear too close to the bear”

Twi *holding up ten fingers*

Sky *softly* se-seven?

Wild “Am I got enough to be your boyfriend tonight, Twi?”

Twi “No.”

Twi telling Sky their asexual

“So does that mean go both ways” - Sky

“No, that means I go home” - Twi

Sky tapping on glass door with Imp on tbe other side

Hyrule "DONT DO THAT YOURE REMINDING HER OF THE SHELTER"

Time looking at their phone, googling plants “oh no, is it racist?”

Wind “when you line us all up, we’re a family”

Legend “did you make popcorn? ooooo sexy”

They get left alone.

Hyrule to Sky “oh it’s just us now, it really is a horror game”

Twi to Sky “are you still asthmatic?”

Wild “I have never seen Sky push buttons”

Sky @ Twi “See Wild loves me”

Wild “Wild is also lying”

Twi “…oh my god my dog is a HIMBO”

Wild : *slowly coming to same realization* “…Wolfie is a HIMBO…”

Hyrule & Sky “Do Not”

Legend trying to quote Sky “you just wanna be my fresh water bitch fish?”- Sky the literal greatest”

[draconicsparkle]

SCP! SCP! You want it? You got it!

This was one I was eager to get to as soon as I thought of it. Made me grin like mad whenever I recalled that it was coming up on my list. And now it’s here!

It was so fun to write. And I’m sure it will be fun to read as well.

If you make a character a cosmic being, might as well give him some crazy abilities! Oh and don’t worry, I shall explore more abilities in the next SCP au too.

“Hey, can you clean up the dishes? I’m really tired tonight and don’t have the energy or motivation to do them,” Hajime requested his companion, who was sitting across the table from him.

The SCP tilted his head, but still nodded. “I can most certainly clean up. But if I may inquire, are you doing alright? Anything worrying you or stressing you out?”

“Nothing that you need to concern yourself over. Just… tired.” The brunette slowly pushed himself out of the chair and stepped over to the bedroom. He shut the door behind him, sighing as his hands left the doorknob. He wasn’t sure why, but he just felt drained today. He had tried his hardest to overcome it all day, but he had no more energy left. Hence his request to avoid doing the clean up.

But… he supposed there was something that could have influenced this energy deficiency. Lately, he had been thinking more about the friends and family he had left behind when he came to this place. Were they thinking of him? Were they doing okay? Did they worry about him? Would he ever see them again?

“Ah, so that’s what is on your mind.”

Hajime didn’t even flinch when the entity’s voice suddenly appeared behind him. Nor when the arms wrapped around his waist. He only sighed, not speaking.

Nagizuru was quiet for a few moments, but spoke again soon. “You know, perhaps we could, I don’t know, sneak out of the facility during the next containment breach. They wouldn’t know if we, let’s say, paid your family and friends a visit. How does that sound, my dear?”

Instantly, Hajime’s heart felt lighter. “You… you mean it? We could… go see them?”

Nagizuru laughed softly, the vibrations of the action felt through their physical contact. “Of course. They may not hold much meaning to me, but they do to you. And your happiness is my top priority.”

Hajime sighed, nearly shedding tears at the thought. “Thank you so much. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m eager for the next containment breach.”

“Indeed. Best not share this with the staff. They would surely not be of similar thinking.” The entity squeezed him a little tighter. “But in the meantime, let us preoccupy ourselves with other activities.”

The human raised an eyebrow. “You sound like you have something in mind.”

“Perhaps.”

Hajime blinked rapidly. The voice… had come from Nagizuru who was now standing in front of him. But if he was there, then who was holding him? He looked back and to his shock, the one holding him was the same person. “Wait! What? How?”

“Oh, Hajime. You underestimate my abilities.” That voice came from his left, where a third entity grabbed hold of his arm.

“I am quite capable of doing this. Is it that surprising?” a fourth asked, grabbing his right arm.

The one behind him tugged him backwards, so that they were now on the bed. The one in front extended a pale arm, pushing on his chest so that he fell back onto the other’s lap. The two on his arms wiggled close, still holding tight. And the one in front moved so that he was laying on the human’s legs.

He was now unable to move, trapped by four copies of the same creature. His heart and mind felt like they were about to explode from both confusion and being more flustered than he had ever been in his life.

Front looked at him with an amused grin. “I’ve not seen this expression on you before.”

Right rubbed a thumb on his shoulder. “It’s a sight I wouldn’t mind seeing again.”

Back ran his fingers through the brown hair. “Penny for your thoughts, Hajime?”

Left maneuvered so that he could whisper in his ear. “I would love to know.”

The human had to really fight to speak without squeaking in embarrassment. He could barely keep himself composed. Who could blame him? But he did manage to ask his question with only a bit of shakiness. “Are you… all different people? Isn’t… cloning yourself a bad idea? Won’t you fight each other to be the one true body?”

All four laughed. “Where did you get that idea? So silly,” Right asked him.

“Perhaps too many sci-fi films? They get so much about the universe wrong,” Left tacked on.

“As if they know anything of the horrors lurking at the edge of the universe,” Front commented, eliciting a bit of a shiver down the human’s spine.

Back pet his hair. “But to answer your question, Hajime, we are not separate.”

“We are one and the same.”

Hajime gulped as the four spoke at the exact same time. It was a little freaky, if he was being honest. Not to mention the implications of his earlier comment. “Uh… what did you mean by the horrors?”

“Oh, don't worry about it, Hajime.”

“You have nothing to fear from them.”

“They won’t come this far.”

“I’ve made sure of it.”

Again, that did little to calm him. “How powerful… are you?”

“Don’t concern yourself with that.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“All that matters right now is us.”

“And making you feel better.”

“Huh? You are… trying to make me feel better?” Hajime asked, not having expected that to be the reason for the clones.

“Of course!”

“You were feeling down and tired.”

“So I wanted to help in some way.”

“And I decided on comforting touches.”

Hajime let out a huff. “Don’t lie. You also wanted to do this to see my reaction.”

“Maybe.”

Groaning a bit, he laid his head back with force on the lap he was resting on, the only movement he could accomplish at the moment. Four sets of identical giggles filled the air, and the soothing touches began again. “I… guess I’ll admit that this is nice. But I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to do. Knowing you, I’m shocked you didn’t do this from the start.”

“Oh, it was considered.”

“Multiple times, in fact.”

“But I refrained.”

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

Hajime raised an eyebrow. “Your definition of overwhelming is clearly not the same as mine. You waited for this but didn’t on inverting another person in front of me?”

“Priorities.”

“My.”

“Dear.”

“Hajime.”

The brunette decided to give up, knowing that winning was an impossibility. “At least you are comfortable,” he conceded.

The four smiled wide, the two on his arms slotting one of their hands into each of his. He curled his fingers around the hands, feeling them squeeze back.

“That’s right.”

“Relax.”

“Let your worries fade away.”

“And your mind ease.”

The combination of the various hands massaging him made all the tension in his body fade away. He felt himself go limp, not wanting to move at all. He was practically a rag doll now. He had half a mind to drift off, but would that be rude?

“You may if you desire to. This can certainly be repeated. And allow me to assist in another way.”

Hajime supposed he was thankful for the mind reading capabilities for now, as he didn’t have to speak to express his wants. He closed his eyes as the four around him began to hum in harmony. The gentle tune along with the gentle touches were enough to make him drowsy. And with one final squeeze, he fell asleep while held by the entity.

Masterpost

[hamartia-grander]

Hell yeah i got some recs!! Most of mine are going to be more Hank and Connor or Reed900 centric, so keep that in mind.

From it's Own Wreck by Jivvin is my current favorite! It's a ghost au based on the film Just Like Heaven (2005) and it's full of gorgeous writing and has lots of great moments in it. I can't recommend it enough. It is incomplete, but the author regularly updates and it's a few chapters away from being finished.

Deviating and Solving Crime with 100% Human Detective Connor by CaptainKenway. Exactly what it says. You're solving crime with a 100% human detective, nothing else. Nothing suspicious about him. 0_0 It has some good angst and funny moments, and i really enjoyed reading it.

Detroit 07 by Rhinozilla is INCREDIBLE! It's a 38 part series (i know, im stilling working through it) and it's got so much angst, found family, comfort, crack shenanigans, and just as much plot as there is silly oneshots. It's got some OCs in it that are amazing and fit so well into the story, and it does deviate a little bit from the norm (different name for Nines for example, and no reed900) but it's still really good. Since there are so many parts to it and two of the parts are over 400k each, here are some of the smaller oneshots that can be read easily by themselves:

Color Wheel: Connor sustains minor damage to the hardware controlling his appearance. Everybody in the bullpen is united with one singular mission: do not let Connor know that his hair keeps changing colors.

The Breathing Graveyard: The DPD sends Connor to talk down a volatile deviant that's holed up in a trailer near the android scrapyard. It doesn't go the way any of them expect.

Bubbles: Connor gets stuck watching a lost little girl while they wait for her parents to come pick her up at the station.

And then i'd recommend Chapter 51 of Camaraderie if you're up for a wholesome father-son moment.

Through Your Veins by AceEmerson: Nines gets hurt and Gavin takes him back to his apartment to patch them up. There is also an android cat, first kiss, and TENSION

Secret by sv962: Role-reversal Reed900, first kiss. Tis very good. Semi-short at less than 5k and you want a good little role reversal, i recommend it.

The unexpected benefits of having a therapist terminator by texs_sins: Undeviated Nines decides to become Gavin's therapist to help improve their work partnership. 'Surely exposing himself to human emotions won't make a difference, after all nothing has ever made him deviate, right?' it's a fantastic fic and i love their take on Machine Nines and Deviated Nines. (fair warning because it's not listed in the tags, there's a little bit of smut in the last chapter, but easily skippable if you aren't up for it)

Beautifully Unique and Strange by cliffhanging: autistic Connor oneshot because we need more autistic Connor fics

Only Skin Deep by the AsexualofSpades: pre-relationship Reed900, where Nines tries to hide as much of his androidness in response to his anti-android partner five times and the one time he doesn't. It has a nice follow up fic too and i recommend it!

i think that's a fair amount to stop at, oh my god. And thanks again for your recs!! I'm gonna get reading to them tonight!! <3<3<3

Ahhh hell yes! Thank you so much!!

I have read the texs_sins fic (and most of theirs) but I'd definitely reread them bc I love them a lot so thank you for reminding me!

I am ALWAYS DOWN for more father son content with Hank and Connor, thank you SO much. It's so hard for me to find any these days.

Detroit 07... Almost sounds like a kind of Brooklyn 99 AU? In which case idk if I should read it just yet because I am also writing a dbh brooklyn 99 AU and I don't want to accidentally steal ideas or be influenced by someone else, but maybe after I post my own work I'll check it out! (two cakes!)

These all sound super fun thank you for the recommendations!! <333

[1016anon]

Title: Daemon AU Author: 55anon Fandom: Bridgerton Relationship: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma Summary: Daemons. Athena is a sulfur crested cockatoo, Maanvir is a barasingha, Lord Helios is a luikse vechter rooster.

A/N -- I've had this sitting in my folder for a while and have made no progress. Figured I might as well post it. Sometimes putting things up on tumblr seems to help. No guarantees, &tc., you know the deal.

Anthony sometimes wished Athena had settled after Father had died.  He liked to imagine that if he had a less needy, annoying, pretentious, loud daemon, he might have been better suited to take over his duties.

"Yes, and I wish I had an artistic, compassionate, calm, quiet human, but one must make do, mustn't one," she fluffed up her feathers in irritation, crest half unfurled.

"Wishing you were Boudica again, are you?"

"At least Benedict has fun.  I spend all my nights watching you scribble figures and signatures in eternal tedium."

"Unfortunately we were not born second, we were born first and I'll thank you not to remind me of it," Anthony snapped.

"Of course, my Lord.  One must fulfill one's duties– tell me, how is the search progressing?"

"If you would accompany me instead of flying off to god-knows-where to satisfy your curiosity, you would know."

"It is entertaining to watch you wince as though the young lady in question has broken your foot."

"You know you've gained the reputation of having abominable manners."

"And yet I am unmoved.  What is the use of having wings if one of us cannot fly away?  I refuse to be trapped in some ballroom, forced to make polite conversation with these chits and their mamas.  Besides, you already have a reputation as a rake and a boor."

"This.  This is why I must toil away in the midnight hours with quill and ink.  Money will cover all sorts of sins."

Athena picked up one of the gold coins Anthony kept for her entertainment and began hammering it against his inkstand.  He glared at her, then went back to responding to the pile of letters.

She kept knocking and began squawking, bobbing her head up and down to the rhythm.  Anthony knew she could do a very good imitation of a string quartet; her dissonant squawks were very much a deliberate choice.

"Fine!  What?!  What do you want to tell me!  Out with it."

"While you were having such a fine, restless night at Madam C's, I saw the most beautiful girl yesterday in the park."

"In the park– in the pre-dawn hours?"

"She was glorious, racing against herself.  You must meet her, Anthony.  Tomorrow, or the following morning– she is the one we shall marry."

"Pardon?  You want us to marry a… merchant's daughter or some sort of nonsense?"

"She returned to Mayfair– in the direction of Lady Danbury's house.  I couldn't go further, you were quite insistent on calling me back."

"You do realize your range–"

"Our range"

"– is most unnatural.  Most cannot imagine being so far removed from their daemon."

"I am well aware," she pulled out the abacus and dropped it on his desk, knocking a pile of papers to the floor, then began pushing the beads as noisily as possible.

"Are you going to let me get anything done tonight?"

"No."

"I cannot further put off responding to these letters."

"You can.  You just think it your duty to respond in a 'timely' manner."

"We are not going to have this argument yet again."

"You say it as though you have a choice."

"Why are you so restless?  You've been like this ever since I decided to marry."

She ignored him and kept playing with the abacus.  Most nights– ever since Father had passed away– she had helped him with the necessary calculations.  Athena was now faster and more accurate than him, having learned how to divide and multiply; she was even able to use two at once with her clever feet.  Currently, she was simply using the abacus to annoy him.

"I couldn't see her daemon.  They must have extensive range, or her daemon is small."

"Very well– we shall chase down this young lady in the park, alarm her, and ensure we shall never see her again.  Are you satisfied?"

Athena tilted her head at him in extreme condescension, went to the window and flew away.  She had long since learned how to open it on her own; recently she had been flying to parts unknown more and more often.  Not only that, she had been pushing the distance she could put between them, as though she wanted to be free of Anthony; Athena had once called their connection 'shackles of grief.'

Anthony sighed as he settled in for another lonely night of Athena tugging on his heart, fighting against their connection; Anthony was certain she would break it one day.  He'd hoped that she of all people would understand why he was determined to marry this season– and she did understand.  She simply hated him for it.  Her avian counterpart, Cacatua galerita, were monogamous birds who developed very strong pair bonds with their partner; in Anthony's opinion, this was ridiculous.  Many– if not most– daemons did not take after their natural species in this particular aspect, but it seemed Athena did.

Sometimes it felt like he didn't know her, nor did she know him.  They got into arguments more often these days; it always ended in a stalemate, both of them frustrated or furious with the other and refusing to concede.  He did not quite know what it said of him that his mother and siblings did not notice.  But– unless he was visiting Madame C's establishment– she always returned and woke him by preening his hair (or screeching in his ear, if she was feeling peevish).  If he woke before her, he always stroked her smooth white feathers and scratched her head where she wasn't able to preen herself.

He felt their tether stretch to agony before she relented.

This was going to be a painful night, the constant feeling of being scraped raw to their limits and rent in two pushing under his heart.  

Anthony picked up his quill.  It was nothing he could not work through.  The letters were not going to write themselves.

–

"Maanvir."

"Kathani."

"Why is a daemon following us?"

"Perhaps because you are flouting all the rules of English high society by riding in the park at dawn, yet are dressed like one of their fine ladies."

"Have they been following us every morning?"

"I wouldn't know.  I was sleeping, like most sensible daemons."

"Liar.  You're still recovering from being seasick."

"Shall we introduce ourselves?"

"What?!  No!"

"It only seems polite.  I don't think they mean to do us harm."

"Where is their human?"

"Probably sleeping."

"I wasn't aware that the English were able to have their daemons travel such distances."

"Another reason why we should introduce ourselves.  We have something in common."

"No."

"They feel like a kindred spirit.  You could use a friend."

"Or they could go back to their human and tell them about our rides.  Let's see how far the connection goes."

She urged her horse forward, occasionally looking back and happy to see the bird could not follow.

"My antlers are going to get tangled in these branches," Maanvir said crossly.

"You didn't have to follow."

"I was curious."

"You were tired of being cooped up in Lady Danbury's garden, you mean."

"Continue on with your ride.  I'm going to find a place to graze."

"Don't talk to the daemon," she called after Maanvir, who only flicked his tail at her.  "Maanvir, I'm serious!"

Kathani made a noise of frustration, then went the opposite direction.  Her daemon was too stubborn.

–

"Hello!" Athena chirped with barely contained excitement.  She'd had a feeling the daemon would turn around.  "How are you?  My name is Athena, my human is sleeping somewhere."

"Maanvir– I think you already saw my human.  Are you always this glad to meet new daemons?"

"No, but you and I are going to be very good friends."

Maanvir laughed.  "Regardless of what our humans say?"

"My human is stubborn and stupid– I pay him no heed these days."

"I know the feeling well.  Would you like to perch on my antlers?"

"Oh, that would be lovely!" She fluttered down delicately.  "You look so majestic in the morning sun."

"Thank you," Maanvir blushed.

"Where are you from?"

"We recently arrived from India."

"India!  That's such a long distance to travel.  I saw your human go towards Danbury House– are you the daemons that Lord Helios is hosting?"

"We are.  Myself, Cicero, and Lord Julius."

"Lord Julius?  He's English?"

"Yes.  Would you like an introduction?"

"I couldn't possibly.  Lord Helios is very strict about these things– he always insists that humans must be introduced first before daemons are allowed to speak to each other, which I think is ridiculous.  If I waited for an introduction to every daemon I wished to speak to, I wouldn't be able to speak to anyone."

"It is not so different in India, but I agree it's a stupid convention.  Your human sounds very unfriendly."

"He's very important among humans.  In truth, you're supposed to address me as Lady Athena, but I can't stand the thought of such formalities coming between us.  Do you not agree?"

"I feel the same.  I've never allowed anyone to perch on my antlers before, you know.  My human guards herself very carefully."

"My human doesn't like it if I get too close to other daemons.  He says it's unseemly.  Then he says I'm abominably rude for not staying with him to call on daemons I dislike.  I hate it."

"Is that why you fly away?"

"Yes.  What about you?  Why do you spend time away from your human?"

"She also doesn't like it when I get too close.  I understand her reasons– humans have taken advantage of her, but it makes life very lonely."

"It does," Athena said, forlorn.

"We have each other now," Maanvir said gently.

"We do," she made a happy noise.  "I want to apologize ahead of time– my human is probably going to be quite rude to yours."

"No need to apologize.  My human will be twice as rude in return."

"Sometimes I feel like I barely know him.  We argue all the time these days."

"My human and I used to be quite close, but lately she's made some decisions I adamantly disagree with."

Maanvir walked on in silence, comforted by Athena's presence.  She was surprisingly light– it was no burden at all to carry her.

"Do you mind if I preen you?" she asked suddenly.

"Preen me?" Maanvir said, surprised.

"Never mind," Athena blushed.  "Only, I feel as though I've known you all my life."

"I feel the same."

Athena hopped down and perched on Maanvir's head as she gently began to preen.

Unfortunately, it was not long before they both felt their humans tugging on their connection.

"I must go.  Will I see you again tomorrow?"

"Of course, Athena.  You're always welcome to perch."

Athena pressed her beak against Maanvir's forehead in a little kiss.  "I already miss you."

"I also."

She made a frustrated noise in the direction of her human, then took flight.

–

"Who were you with?"

"Good morning to you too, Anthony."

"Stop avoiding the question.  I could feel you."

"Could you?  I thought you closed off our connection.  You've become quite adept at it."

"Athena," Anthony sighed.  "I don't want to fight with you."

"You're only going to forbid me from seeing him again–"

"Him?"

"This is precisely the reason why I no longer tell you anything."

"The girl in the park.  Athena, you're supposed to help me search for a wife, not carry on an affair with another daemon!"

Athena screeched and went towards the window.  Anthony quickly slammed it shut.

"No, we are having this conversation and we are having it now."

"There's nothing to discuss!  You're going to marry some simpering debutante I despise and make me miserable for the rest of our life, so let me have this one happiness before you clip my wings and stuff me in your gilded cage!"

"I would never do that to you!  Is that really what you think of me?"

"You may have closed your side of the connection, but I haven't.  I know what's waiting for me in the years to come."

"What am I to do when you fly away at every opportunity?  We have duties."

"You have duties."

"You and I are head of this household–"

"Where in those duties does it say you cannot marry for love?"

"Love–," he took one look at her and collapsed into his chair.  "Fuck, you've gone and fallen in love."

"Yes.  I've fallen in love, and he's wonderful.  He makes me happy, which is more than I can say of you at the moment."

"We cannot afford to fall in love!"

"So you've said many times.  And since I'm tethered to you, I know one day you will keep me from seeing him ever again.  I want to be happy, Anthony!  Why won't you understand that?"

"You refused to go anywhere near Rossini despite my feelings for Siena and now you've gone and fallen in love."

"Cockatoos are monogamous birds who only form one pair bond in their life."

"You are not a cockatoo, you are a daemon– there's no reason for you to follow their mating patterns."

"There's no reason for you not to marry for love."

"You're beginning to sound like Mother."

"On this one point, Octavius is right."

"You and Octavius agree on something.  Surely the end of days has come."

Anthony put his hand out, exhausted.  Athena perched on his fingers.

"Could you please follow my lead on this?  Just this once?" he stroked her wing.  "I hate fighting with you."

"Anthony," she pressed her beak against the furrow between his brows.  "I always follow your lead, in everything."

On this, he had to concede.  She was the one person in his life he could rely on, always, to fight for his happiness.  He had overruled her so many times.

"I won't ask you to marry against your duty, I won't even introduce you to his human.  This is the last chance I have for something that's mine, and mine alone.  Please let me have this."

"All right," he said, defeated.

"Thank you."

"Don't introduce me to his human.  I don't want to know."

"I won't," she hopped on his head and began preening.

"Will you stay with me today?"

"I'll stay in the same building."

"I'll take what I can get."

"You're so melodramatic– you hate it when I perch on your shoulder.  Or hide underneath your hat."

"We're calling on Miss Goring."

"I think I'm being rather generous by staying in the house at all."

"Don't hover by the door."

"Spoilsport."

Anthony smiled and simply sat for a few moments.  Then looked at his watch, waited for Athena to hop down and opened the window.

"Breakfast with the family," he said.

"Don't dawdle," she replied, and took off.

[rocknrollsalad]

🕺 A quick little thing for the steddie holiday drabbles sports au prompt

🎶 modern au, deaf!steve, background dancer!steve, rockstar!eddie they're both performing at an award show and Eddie decides to prove how great he is at flirting

🎸 content/trigger warnings: i can't think of anything, let me know if something needs adding though

🧏‍♂️ word count: 694

“I’ve been watching you all week,” Eddie said in the humble rehearsal space. 

The guy stretching, alone, in the middle of the room stood up with a knitted brow and did that thing where he pins one arm to his chest with the other. A stretch that probably had some benefit but right now it gave the illusion of stretching as he stared down the man who decided to sound like a stalker as an opening line. 

“Rehearse! I’ve been watching you rehearse all week! I’m in a band. We’re performing. I am supposed to be here.”

Still, the guy stood and stared. Switching arms but otherwise unmoving. 

“Okay, shit. Lemme try again. You go back to stretching and I’ll come in like I’ve talked to other humans again?” 

Nothing. Great. Eddie should have done some stretching, it was hard to have his foot this thoroughly in his mouth. His legs didn’t bend that well and noticing that this guy’s did landed him in this mess. 

Eddie walked in a little circle, rather than going through the whole process of walking out of the room and back in. 

“Hi there. I’m Eddie Munson, I play in Corroded Coffin. We are…selling out a little bit tonight and performing. The label says it’s gonna be great but I’m just here for the free booze. I saw you at the run-through yesterday and…shit, man. I don’t know how to save this. You’re hot. I’m into this whole…this whole thing.” Eddie motioned to the guy’s general area. If he was going to bomb, he’d make the biggest explosion possible. 

The carnage was unreal. Local metalhead tries to flirt, one dead and over a hundred wounded. Dancer guy stretched his arms over his head and Eddie respectfully averted his gaze. Not before he caught the bit of midriff that the stretch exposed which was just reviving him to kill him again. 

From there the guy rolled his neck and began some toe touches. Without the courtesy of turning around. Eddie appeared clueless but he wasn’t dumb. The lack of response was an answer all its own. Rejection was never easy but something about it not truly being there made it harder. And he'd find some guy at the after party tonight who'd be nothing more than a cheap stand-in for this guy but Eddie wasn't going to stand around here and continue to fail. 

Eddie was almost to the door when a voice called out, “Hey, man.” 

Turning around, half expecting a fight, Eddie looked at the dancer. Still in the middle of the room forcing Eddie to see his misery in the mirror behind the guy. His shorts were just too short, hands on his hips, and a devilish grin; the stuff of dreams. Leaving Eddie dumbfounded and nervous. 

He pointed to his ear, “I can’t hear and I only caught about three words of what you said. But, uh, I figured I should put you out of your misery.” 

“Mother fucker,” Eddie muttered, looking around for the camera crew that was going to spring out. 

“Hey, I heard that.” 

Eddie sucked in a breath to apologize. It stalled on his tongue as the words registered. “Oh! That’s the one you read successfully,” he muttered to no one. 

Taking out his phone, Eddie was blessed with a chance to try again. A chance to not put his foot in his mouth. Though being messed with was oddly more of a turn on than watching him stretch. This guy watched him squirm and only let him off the hook at the last possible moment? He was perfectly Eddie's type. They were going to have fun. 

In his notes app, Eddie typed, “I’m going to this stupid award show and need a date. You wanna cause some trouble with me?” 

“I dunno, you going to keep watching me?” he asked out loud. 

There was no way Eddie’s eyes didn’t turn to cartoon hearts. This guy was a pain in the ass and Eddie was walking on clouds. He nodded to a chair in the corner and Eddie did not have to be told twice. His band could rehearse without him. 

[corpse-husband-simp]

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[kerokerogecko]

Killer x Reader

warnings: nsfw, f!reader, succubus!reader, human!Killer, modern AU

notes: another big fanfic boys but this one... oh boy where do i begin. I had this idea after reading @sashi-ya 's incubus!kid fic. So now I present to you Killer x succubus!Reader. This is basically porn with a pinch of feelings at the end. Enjoy!

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Hellish delight

Working was the only thing he knew right now. Stressed and tired, Killer opened the door to his little apartment, he threw his bag on the couch and got rid of his dirty shoes and his shirt. It was almost 1 am now, too tired to do anything else he headed straight to his bedroom, failing to notice the dark figure looming on the dark corners of his room.

He threw himself on his bed, not botherig to remove his denim pants. His eyes were getting heavy but before sleep could claim him a foreign noise caught his attention, it was the noise of a door closing, he turned his head to look in the direction of his bedroom door and was surprised to see a beautiful woman standing in front of his door. 'I-Is this a dream?' It had to be he never met someone so pretty so... divine.

You slowly stepped forward, your form becoming clearer as you were illuminated by the street lights that entered from his bedroom window. You were wearing a simple white lace babydoll that hugged your body just right. He was pulled from his daze when your voice reached his ears. "Poor soul. Doesn't it get lonely sleeping in this cold bed every night?" He unconsciously nodded his head at the question, gaze never leaving your aproaching form. You were close enough now that he could feel the warmth emanating from your body and the sweet perfume you were wearing. If he had half of his mind right now he would have questioned why this dream felt so real, but it's easier for him to lean into the alluring lies and the false comfort you bring than to question his reality. He softly gasped when your hand reached for his cheek and pulled him closer. "Let me take care of you for tonight. I'll warm your bed and make you feel good, just say that you want me and I'll give you everything you want." He didn't se your soft smile turning into a devilish grin when he sealed your lips with his.

Your lips were soft and had and addictive taste that made him wonder what the rest of you tasted like. You moved to straddle his hips and your hands roamed his muscular body stopping from time to time to massage a specific place were you could feel the stress of the day underneath his skin. What a body this man has. You break apart to let him breath and start devouring him with your eyes, you bite your bottom lip as your gaze trails down his body, going from his abused lips to his strong neck and stopping at his heaving chest. You lift your gaze to his eyes and you can see the excitement and lust in them. You give him a pleased smile and bent down again to plant kisses and small bites along his chest going lower and lower until you reached the band of his pants, he was practically shaking in anticipation.

Keeping your eyes on his face you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. When you freed him from his boxers you were greeted by his half hard cock, Killer was big in all the senses of the word, you licked your lips imagining how he tastes and what he could do to your insides, tonight was going to be fun. You gave him a couple of lazy strokes to raise him to his full size before you gave his dick a long lick that made his whole body twitch and a small groan come out of his mouth. You stoped to look up at him to playfully say: "Thanks for the meal."

Without averting your eyes you took his tip in your mouth, your tongue teased his slit and circled his head while your hand kept slowly stroking him before you slid more of him into your mouth. You moved your head back and forth extracting low souds from him that encouraged you to take him deeper.

You were almost reaching his base when you felt him move. In a quick move he lifted his torso from the bed so his hands could hold the back of your head. You moaned around his length when he forced you down the rest of the way and used your mouth the way he wanted. Your moans and the way you took him carried him over the edge in minutes, it wasn't long before he saw white and shot his load down your throat. The view before him was heavenly, his cum drippig down your red and swollen lips, he moved closer and captured them, tasting himself on them.

You allowed yourself to get lost on his lips for a while before you put a hand on his chest and pushed him backwards, silently asking him to go back down. You smiled softly when he did as you asked and he hummed into the kiss as you rewarded his obedience by deepening the kiss and scratching the back of his head with your dark claws. Not worrying about hiding your true form since he already was under your spell.

Leaning back a bit you slowly started to remove your light clothes, relishing on the look of adoration in his eyes as you fulled exposed yourself to him. You let him explore your body with his rough hands for a while before you pulled his attention to your face to watch as you seductively licked your fingers and moved them down your body. His eyes slightly widened as two of your fingers disappeared inside of you and you leaned forward to whisper beside his ear. "Killer~ ah!" You moved so your face was visible to him again "I want you". The way your face contorted in pleasure and his name left your lips as you prepared yourself for him made him hard all over again. His hands substituted yours in you core, his fingers stretching you more than your ever could. You lost yourself on your own pleasure for a while and soon you felt that familiar pressure build inside you, you were close, fuck, you needed him. "Killer~" you reached for his member and pulled him out of his trance, he looked at your face again "Please~" you strocked him fast this time, making him retreat his fingers from you and groan at your ministrations. You didn't waste any time, you aligned him with your antrance and mercilessly sank down. His hands snapped to your hips to hold you in place, holding so tight that it would probably left bruises. Not waiting for you to fully adjust he lifted you up and started moving into you. He set a brutal pace, every move of his hips striking a sensitive spot inside you making you scream his name until you could only scream and beg. This time it was your turn to see white as you loudly came aroud his cock, your insides squeezing him and carrying him over the edge again.

It took a few seconds for you to both come down from this high. When was the last time a human made you feel this good? You opened your eyes too look at him but before you could he was already moving. He handled you gently but the lust on his face told you he wasn't done with you yet.

You let out a small moan when he pulled out of you and you felt his cum spill out of you. He the turned you around and got up so he could press your head to the mattress. Your rear was up and your back made a painful and beautiful arch. His hands caressed your sides for a while before you felt the head of his cock on your entrance again. You gasped and moaned his name when he enteted you again the new position making him reach deaper and making you beg louder.

His ruthless pace made you scream and whine on his cock. You came again and as his name left your lips he smirked down at you and leaned down to whisper next to your ear "Good girl". His low voice made you moan and drove you mad as he continued to fuck you until he reached his climax.

You two were breathless for a while before he pulled out of you, secretly proud of the mess he turned you into. He got up and walked away, leaving you alone on the bed. You straightened yourself, getting ready to leave before he could yell and curse you. That was the usual reaction after the spell ended and the victim regained their senses, they realized what you were and whanted you as far away as possible. You were no longer in you human form, small horns poked out of your forehead and there was nothing you could do to hide your bat wings and tail. You moved to get up but before you could the bedroom door opened and Killer stood there, he wore black briefs and his expression was hidden by his long bangs and the darkness in the room. You froze, this was bad, would he shout at you, chase you out? You nervously looked at the window but before you could go for it Killer's husky voice reached your ears "You leaving?" There was a small hint of sadness and disappointment in his voice. He slowly got closer, like he was aproaching a wild animal, smart man. He took a seat by your side and reached for your cheeks as you suspiciously eyed him. "Staying quiet now? You were so talkative before, moaning with me inside of you". Your eyes widened and you turned your head away from him as you felt your cheeks getting incredibly warm. The audacity of this man. "T-thats because..." you tried to argue but your voice died in your troat, too embarrassed to even speak. What was this situation?!

Is this man crazy? Doesn't he know what you are? "Never thought I would see a succubus blush, how cute". You looked at him, he had a grin on his face, you gave him a mean glare in response. "You're crazy you know? You know what I am and you still have the nerve to tease me?" He answered you by shrugging and removing his hand from you cheek.

"You can stay here if you like, I'll be on the couch"  Before he could get up and leave, something came over you that made you reach for him. You softly grabbed his wrist making he look at you. "Please stay" you said, your voice too soft for your liking. He smiled at you again.

He helped you get cleand and lend you some clothes you could wear. You've never been treated this kindly, it was... pleasent.

You left early in the morning. Feeling a bit guilty. He cared for you and lended you clean clothes and in return you consumed 10 years of his life. With a sigh, you casted a concealing spell and flew off, ignoring the heavy weight on your chest.

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Thanks to: @fireflykaizoku @p0chy @marco--the--phoenix @the-witch-of-one-piece @pink-duda