#and i slept awfully last night did not get enough sleep so. if i feel fucking terrible later. this is literally why

[ilostyou]

guys if i start feeling weird today can someone remind me i’m just spiraling bc i didn’t get enough sleep not bc there’s something to actually spiral about 😐

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 🔞 | Oneshot

"Does he even pay you?"

Tags/Warnings: Idol!Jungkook, fuckboy!Jungkook, friends with benefits situation, major angst, mentions of sex work, smoking, smut, god so much filth, Dom!Jungkook, big dick JK but what's new, did I mention angst?, protected sex, multiple rounds, multiple positions, a brief thighjob, so many feelings

Length: 7k+ words

There is no taglist for this fic. This is a Oneshot.

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"How does it feel to be a celebrity and ending up with me?" You wonder at him over the music, making him frown before he shakes his head, pulling you in by your hands he's holding.

"What're you talking about babe?" He argues softly, letting go of your hands to hold your waist now. "I've got the prettiest girl at my side, in my opinion. Can't complain whatsoever." He tells you into your ear, voice raised a bit and slightly raspy from his last smoking break.

You just shrug, enjoying the music when some people approach you, talking to Jungkook about something you don't listen in on, even though he's still holding you close. It's none of your business, you really don't want to get too involved with his work and everything around it, but it's clear that he likes to do exactly that.

Jungkook wants you around all the time. Doesn't matter if it fits the scene and situation, if he can invite you or bring you along, he will.

Fans don't know your connection to him. They constantly battle it out in comment sections that you're just a translator, nothing else, that you're staff so of course you have to travel alongside him. And just how they can seem to connect everything to dating if it fits their 'ship' they've got inside their minds, they're also talented in finding thousands of (sometimes frankly ridiculous) reasons as to why it cannot possibly be true either.

While before, someone wearing the same jewelry as Jungkook was a confirmation of a relationship, with you its just pure coincidence. You're an adult woman, you can choose whatever necklace or ring you want, that doesn't mean you're dating him. You're wearing the same t-shirt he wore just a day ago? Maybe you just own the same, or he was nice enough to lend it to you for one reason or the other. Seen near his hotel room? Well of course, you're staff!

The truth is, that you're not even staff at all- but you're also not dating him.

Jungkook has become awfully… comfortable in his trust that fans will brush off every rumor floating around. It's why he's shamelessly grabbing your tits from behind right now just for the fun of it, lips kissing your neck as you slap them off to hold your waist instead. "They'll call it AI-generated or something." He laughs, but you can't shake off the feeling of doubt about that. "And there's no one here filming anyways. It's a private VIP zone, so relax baby." He chuckles, swaying you with him to the beat.

He's right that this is a secluded zone- but that's never stopped anything ever before, did it. One random Instagram live where you're both seen in the background and it's over. For both of you.

"Let's go back to the hotel though. I'm horny as fuck." He laughs, making you roll your eyes with red cheeks to go with.

Jungkook is a shameless person- he doesn't see anything wrong with the things he says or does if they're not hurting anybody. He's got his own opinions and he stands by them, only ever shifting his stance if there's undeniable evidence of him being wrong shown to him. And he also enjoys the more physical aspects of love.

Jungkook enjoys sex to its fullest.

He used to sleep around quite often, his charm and also wealth and status enough to make the act of finding someone willing fairly easy. Most wouldn't be believed anyways if they openly said he'd slept with them- he made sure they never took pictures or god forbid videos, and he also never stayed the night, most of the time preferred the security of his own home where he could politely tell them to leave after the deed was done, his reasoning always having to do something with his work.

'I'm sorry, I got called up to the studio.'

'Fuck I forgot I had a flight early morning tomorrow.'

'I'm really sorry, ah this is awkward, but my manager just told me to a live now, and I can't have you being seen.'

You knew he did this. You were staff at some point, after all, even if not hired by his company but rather outsourced during a particularly demanding schedule and many other employees sick due to a viral infection going around in the office building.

You'd been just another victim of his. But somehow, he ended up biting down too hard- making him taste blood, Primal hunger awakened at the mind-blowing experience he'd had, an odd need to keep you just for himself having blossomed from it all. You were a keeper, you still are- and while it's not really love, it's good enough for him. Close enough.

He reminds you, regularly, that it's not love, with how he never claims to love you, avoids the topic altogether, always tells others you're just very close even when it's obvious just like tonight that you're a little too close to just be something casual. But he enjoys your presence nonetheless. Like a dear friend, just with some deeper layers to it.

Some staff call you his personal prostitute. And in a way, you do sometimes feel like that.

Jungkook is that kind of man who could have sex first thing in the morning. Doesn't even have to wake up fully- if you touch him just a bit, he'll come to life in an instant, if he's not sporting a boner already. He enjoys the exhaustion he feels afterwards, always pushes you past your first and second O, keeps his own saved up for the very last stretch all the time. He draws it out to high heavens, has trouble calling it quits.

Shower sex he's mastered, knows exactly where to step and what position to get into to make it as safe as possible. He loves having you on his large sofa, leather easy to clean after you're both done. Sixty-nine is his favorite dinner for two, though he has to admit that lately, he's been enjoying the more closer positions a lot more. Spooning from behind, lotus, you name it- you've become more than just an outlet for him.

He doesn't know what they call you behind his back. What your unofficial status is. They'd never admit that to him, because why would they? No one wants to get on his bad side if they don't have to.

He's on his phone, free hand on your thigh as you both sit in the back of the car that's driving him back to his hotel. He's gonna get out first, make his way inside, while you'll get in later from the back entrance to not raise any suspicion. It's normal. Routine. You've mastered it by now.

"I'll see you in ten." He winks before he makes his way out the car, rushing past some fans who've found out his location, bodyguards already there to guide him inside the lobby.

"Does he pay you?" The driver chuckles, and you shake your head. "Damn." The elderly man clicks his tongue. "Go find yourself an actual man, dear." He tells you as he parks behind the hotel, watching you move, your phone vibrating in your pocket, before it stops suddenly. "You know what they call you, right?"

"I know." You admit quietly.

"And you're okay with that? You're too sweet to let yourself be used like that. Have some self-worth." The man tells you with a kind tone. "I've seen you around long enough to know that you're kind, and a nice person. Trust me, you can and will find a proper man to love you right. But this?" He shakes his head. "You know he just wants you because you've become routine."

"I know." You repeat again, sighing a little.

"You're not what they say you are. You're just a little soft at heart, hm?" The old guy smiles over his shoulder, watching you unbundled your seatbelt. "Trust me, he won't be sad if you call it quits. I've worked for guys like this for more than thirty years- they'll just jump to the next." He explains, and you smile to yourself, before you nod towards the man. "Never mess with entertainers, sweetheart. They'll always break your heart." he offers.

"I know." You say once more, before you exit the car, and get on your way to Jungkook's hotel room.

You don't officially share one, but he still keeps you around for most of the night. You leave whenever he has to do a livestream or if he wants to go to bed, and you come back if he wants you to- but most nights you sleep alone, because he deems it too intimate for you to stay.

Apparently, sleeping in the same bed is more intimate than spitting on your cunt. Interesting.

When you knock on the door, Jungkook opens. Something's off, you notice it right away, but you don't dwell on it, don't answer. It's none of your business, and he won't tell you anyways, so what's the point in just further inducing his bad mood.

It's quiet as he moves around, since he doesn't talk to you, and you don't know what to say. You wait for him to make his move, and when he doesn't, you get up to grab your sweater you forgot in his room earlier, just to have him stand behind you, hands on your hips. "I didn't forget about you." He chuckles, and you let the fabric slip out of your fingers and back onto the floor as he kisses the crook of your neck.

Maybe jungkook is indeed using you. But you've started to use him just as much, if only to even out the odds, and make yourself feel more than just cheap company.

He slips out of his shirt. You raise your arms to help him take off yours, your naked skin at this point almost a requirement for him every time he takes you. He used to be satisfied with just fucking you somewhere quiet quick and simple to quench his thirst, but over the course of time now nearing an entire year, he's become more and more hungry. Like he wants to crawl underneath your skin at some point, the Idol constantly pushes himself more and more inside your body, not just in a sexual sense. He buys you clothes he thinks will look good on you, has a playlist just for when you're at his place filled with somber lovesongs more about heartbreak than anything else. He claims he didn't look up the lyrics, but you know he's lying. He knows a lot more english than he admits, just so he can pull the 'I don't understand' card whenever he's asked a question he doesn't want to answer.

He lets you wear his clothes without much comment by now, has gifted you jewelry he's worn and liked, laughs any mention of that being 'such a sweet gesture' off if anyone around him mentions it. He's not your boyfriend, but he surely is starting to act like it- maybe the lines are blurring for him just as much as they do for you?

People around you have started betting. On when he's gonna have another one, when you'll be 'swapped out' for something else, or at what point he's gonna make it official that you're indeed more than just nightly company. You don't await that day. It's never gonna come anyways.

"Turn around." He commands, and you do, because that's the easiest way to get where you want to be down the line. Head empty, no thoughts left, fucked stupid by a man who keeps you around for just your body and the familiarity you provide. You don't really mind any longer, long having stopped caring about emotions that are fruitless, bound to rot and die because Jungkook won't ever nurture anything you'd try and plant in his heart. He doesn't want it, and doesn't need it either- if he wants to feel loved, he just has to show his face to his millions of fans always on edge for more content. That's where he gets his love from. Maybe you're just there to feed other desires he can't have fulfilled like that.

He licks his lips as he gazes over your naked upper body, bra long undone by his hands on your back, fingers trained in the routine by now. You remember the surprise he'd shown you when you'd worn one with the clasp up front, face so soft and round for just a second that it felt like you'd just slipped into a dream- but his hunger had quickly returned, because Jungkook is a beast never satisfied. He craves more and more, constantly aims for absolute euphoria, never soft, never gentle.

Jungkook bites. He claims, grips, holds and pushes- he's aware over the physical strength he holds over you, and plays around with the fact almost every night. From tugging on your leg to pushing your head down whenever you decide to please him with your mouth instead for once. Something about the way you swallow around him and swirl your tongue always makes him feral, thighs trembling as the muscles spasm beneath the skin from the force of his orgasm. Maybe that's why he keeps you around. Because you can keep up.

His own shirt is shed, and his hands make quick work of his belt before he helps you out of your pants as well. He'd told you he didn't want to use the bed tonight, because asking for new sheets is always awkward, but he does it anyways- picks you up just to let you fall onto the bed, crawling over you. "What do you want?" You ask out of breath, but he just tilts his head in familiar habit, until it shakes no.

"Don't know yet." He answers. This is new.

Usually he always has a fixed scene set out, knows how he wants to take you right away, but this time he visibly seems unsure where to start. Almost like the first time.

He spits in his hand, doesn't bother taking off the rings, fingers working you up like it's second nature. He knows where to place them, how to move and what patterns to choose- and you don't bother thinking about the possible reason for it. Probably to get you wet and ready quick so he can get to the actual act itself, or maybe he just finds some sort of personal satisfaction from it. You're not sure- and neither do you really want to ask.

You're a little cold, but he'll warm you up soon. Hopefully you won't get sick like last time. Will he find someone else to fuck if you're unavailable?

Who knows. He surely has a lot to choose from, if he so much as asked.

He's got a question on his mind, but visibly contemplates on asking it. His teeth clamp down on his bottom lip, tongue playing with the twin piercings placed there for a second, before he leans in, kisses you. This is one of those things he does that are just outright cruel to you. His kisses full of fever and want feel so burning hot that you're sure you're marked by them for life. Like a signature he's inked underneath your skin almost he claims you again and again like this, with his tongue teasing yours, mouths open and ready to steal each other's breath.

He surely takes yours hostage, every time- and that's probably the smallest crime he commits.

"Have you eaten today?" He asks, and it catches you off guard, eyes opening again, painfully tugged back into reality where he lets his sticky hand run over your abdomen, just to settle on your hipbone. "Your stomach keeps growling." He teases, and you come crashing down. Of course. He'd never actually remember to ask that out of the blue if it wasn't for something reminding him about it.

"Not really." You respond, adjusting your position a little bit, legs trying to pull him closer. "Doesn't matter." You say, and he hums, leaning down again to mouth at your neck- probably marking his territory again, a joke made on a constant whenever you turn up with the blooming bruises on your skin, their origin more than obvious.

"Hm." He hums, almost dissatisfied, but you don't bother to think about it. He moves to lean off the side of the bed, pulling his suitcase closer to get himself a condom, opening the package easily before he rolls it over his length. He seems oddly soft tonight, in more ways than one. Is he still exhausted from the shooting? Could be. He never wants to admit himself that he has to take breaks, thinks that his body can just magically manifest strength from nothing but pure thought, and it used to irritate you, because you felt responsible, in a way. But that was when you still saw more in this than there actually was- nowadays, it's his business, not yours. He's got nutritionists and personal trainers who get paid for taking care of him. It's not your job.

What is your job, really?

Well, you're most certainly not working under his company any longer, and neither have you returned to your original agency either- simply because Jungkook's management deemed you too much of a danger in your position, after the idol had let it slip that you two were having sex on a regular basis. So you just signed an NDA, got paid for your silence, now earning a living by writing books. Modern fantasy novels, where the daydreams you once had can actually become reality, and your hopes and wishes can be dreamed of by other people who have the same.

It's good money. A hobby you cherish.

Jungkook has never asked you what you work as nowadays. He doesn't even visit your apartment, has never seen it before, and he doesn't know if you have family either. He just takes you as his, lets you live alongside him and entertains you whenever he's in the mood for it. And you let him, because these days, he's all you've got. There's not much else you can do than write all day at home or accompany him on his overseas schedules.

You're not sure why he always drags you along, when back home, he won't even call you for days. Maybe he doesn't have to? Maybe his bed at home is always warm. But if that's the case, why not take them on a trip once in a while? Does he have designated women for specific occasions?

Then who will the woman be he chooses to show to the public one day? Number three in his harem?

You can't even truly blame him. As someone he grew up in this industry, his view on the world is warped, shifted, not the same colors as yours. He doesn't feel the same worth in a simple banknote that you do, he can't understand the struggle of missing the bus or having to face an empty fridge.

"Sit up, baby." He tells you, chuckles when you struggle a little to do so- compared to him, flying around all the time actually does take a toll on you. And the petname doesn't make it any better in this moment, as his hands reach out to hold you steady, helping your legs over his thighs, before he guides the head of his cock into you. He wants you close tonight it seems like. Hopefully he keeps holding you, because you're not very energetic this time. "I've got you." He says, and you nod, resting your arms around his neck, hands faintly touching the skin of his back. "Are you cold?" He wonders.

"A bit." You respond. He's probably noticed your icy fingertips.

"I'll warm you up." He purrs, and you nod. You know he will. He always does- always hot hearted in everything he does, even in this. He holds you close, hands on your behind helping you move, your hips rolling a bit too slow for his liking, but he overlooks it for once. You're not sure what's up with him tonight. This isn't him. "You tired, baby?" He wonders, and you nod.

"Sorry." You tell him, but he shakes his head, moves to lay you down, knees pressed into the soft hotel bed mattress as he thrusts his hips forwards.

"It's alright." He brushes it off. "Flight was long as hell." He muses, lazily moving himself. You're enjoying this, even if it's odd for him to behave this way. "Wanna come over for breakfast tomorrow morning?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"Can't." You sigh, arms now moving to lay above your head, eyes closed in bliss. "I fly out back home at 8 tomorrow." You remind him, and you can't see the way his brows lower, face darkening as he realizes he didn't know that. You usually fly back after him. Why are you going home sooner this time?

"Why?" He huffs out, hands grabbing your legs as he pulls your thighs over his, pushing himself deeper now. "You always fly after me." He almost growls.

"I dunno.." You slur. "Management said." You just respond. Why does he seem so irritated by this? It's not a huge deal at all if you fly back sooner or later. He's not gonna call you up back home anyways, so why does it bother him so much.

"Management can go fuck themselves." He argues. "You fly after me. I'll book the flight myself if I have to." he demands practically, slight irritation causing him to have his energy boil up, position adjusted as he becomes more restless, balls smacking loudly against you cunt, pace a lot more ruthless now.

You're finally reaching it. Your head becomes fuzzy.

You don't notice Jungkook becoming almost.. satisfied from that sight of your tension finally leaving. You're nothing but whimpers of pleasure as he slips out of you, hands tugging and pushing your legs and body to have you on your side, the taller Idol now laying down on his side behind you to spoon you, dragging the head of his length through your soaked and slicked up folds. one hand holds up your thigh, helps in opening you up, though you're pretty much gaping from his girth stretching you out moments prior. His lips find your shoulder, your neck, as he pushes himself back inside with the help of your hands-

who suddenly do something new as well, tugging the condom from his cock, making him gasp out in sensitivity. "What're you doing?" He grows.

"IUD." You tell him. "Please-" You beg, and yet again he moves as if awakened from slumber, pushing you halfway on your stomach as he pushes the now bare head of his cock back inside you. This is most certainly new, and he knows for a fact, that he's never going back again.

"Fuck.." He almost laughs, leaning over you now, body covering yours as he just pushes himself in for a good moment, humming a sound of pleasure into your neck as he lets himself relish in the new sensation. "Ah-" He sighs out, before he clenches his jaw, thrusting hard as if to make sure your body will remember him for days to come.

It will. Sadly.

"God, fuck-!" He groans out, holding onto your body now, having turned you onto your side, hand reaching out adjust your arm so he can see your face. Your lips are parted, eyes closed in bliss, and he can't help but have his hand smack down onto your behind that's moving in a way that's way too inviting. He does it a second time, slap clearly heard as he smirks at the way you clench around his cock currently rearranging your insides. He moves your leg to rest over his shoulder, reaching even deeper, hand underneath your belly button pressing where he can faintly feel himself move.

No one can blame him for being absolutely obsessed with your body.

He can feel the way you begin to tighten, thighs shaking a little as you come undone, his hands moving your legs again to close them once more, holding them up, slipping out of your clenching cunt to push his cock right between your soft and wet thighs. it's enough for a moment, though you reach out to touch the tip poking through almost teasingly, making him laugh as he suddenly sighs out, groaning as he spills over your stomach and up your chest. You're breathing heavily, and don't notice you start to shiver, as he parts from you to turn on the light in the bathroom to clean up.

Aftercare is not really his thing- and you've come to accept that.

When you sit up, you stretch your arms in front of you, muscles slowly regaining strength as you wait for Jungkook to finish up, toilet flushing before he emerges again, shamelessly walking without underwear, gaze following you as you walk past him to use the bathroom yourself.

The moment you re-emerge to grab your clothes, he's sitting on the edge of the bed with his boxers back on, phone in his hand. "I booked the flight for you. Tomorrow at 12:30." He tells you as you slip back into your underwear, not bothering with the bra as you search for where he'd thrown your shirt. "Here." He offers- and you slip the garment on with a thanks, only noticing afterwards that that's not yours at all, oversized fabric reaching almost to your knees. "Cute." He comments way too quiet to be meant to be heard, so you don't mention it at all.

"Why is the flight-thing so important?" You wonder, slipping into your socks as he moves around to find the hotel room service menu.

"Because you always fly back after me." He repeats again, clearing his throat.

"…you already said that." You mumble to yourself, but he clearly hears you.

"Fuck alright, god damnit!" He whines in complaint, rolling his eyes. "If you were to fly back earlier, you'll run right into all the paparazzi and shit waiting for me. That's why you're meant to fly back later- so they're gone by the time you arrive." He explains, and you're stunned in the spot you're standing, watching him a bit confused.

So that's the reason?

"It's not like they know." You say, unsure why he's so adamant about it.

"Doesn't matter." He shakes his head. "I'm not having them jump you for whatever reason they might have." He denies, before he sits down in the seat near the window which blinds are shut. "Now what do you wanna eat?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"I'll eat something tomorrow morning." You deny, and he slumps back in his seat, eyes closed and tongue pushed against his cheek.

"What do you want to fucking eat, babe." He repeats, making sure to pronounce the petname before he looks at you with frustration.

"Nothing." You respond. "Are we done?" You ask him, and he shakes his head, setting the menu down before he crosses his arms.

"No." He denies. "What to they call you?" He asks, and you're not sure what he's getting at, shaking your head with brows furrowed in confusion.

"What're you talking about?" You ask, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"What do they call you?" He repeats. "I heard what you talked about in the car when I left."

"How?" You ask baffled.

"Telepathy." He jokes without humor, before he scoffs to himself. "I called you to actually ask you if you wanted to eat something- but you must've accidentally accepted the call without looking, because I clearly listened in on a convo I wasn't supposed to hear." He explains. "Either way, I want an answer. What. Do. They. Call. You." He demands, and you sigh.

"Why does it matter?" You argue, searching for your leggings in the room- finding them over the armrest of the chair he's currently sitting in. "I'm your personal prostitute, just without the pay." You tell him, and it takes him a second to realize that that's your answer.

Suddenly, he wants you out the room.

Not because he doesn't want you here any longer, but because the guilt is eating him alive with ever second he has to look at you. Because the more he think about it, the more it becomes obvious to him that this really must look like just that to everyone. After all, he's just taking you with him apparently for sex, and he's become so comfortable in it that he didn't think about it any longer. It's what you want too, right?

Jungkook has never really learned how to convey his emotions properly. He doesn't know what it's like to fall in love, has no idea what to look out for. He likes spending time with you, and enjoys the sex to the point that he's been monogamous with only you for the past year or so. It's nice to be in a relationship, even though he knows this one isn't normal. It's still okay, because down the line, you understand each other. He likes you, he just doesn't want people to use that against him or you at some point- so he keeps your status to himself. No one needs to know you're a couple. Only you and him. Because.. you know that, right?

"You know that's not what you are to me, right?" He asks, and you shrug.

"Does it matter?" You ask. "It's none of my business who I am to you, or whoever you screw apart from me." You say.

"What?" He asks, crossed arms unraveling. "I'm not fucking anyone but you." He says.

"Cool." You say.

"Cool? That's it?" He argues. "How can you be so calm about everyone else telling you I'm apparently cheating on you?" He worries, and you're yet again confused.

"What're you talking about?" You ask. "That's got nothing to do with cheating." You say.

"No no no no whoa there. Stop for a second." He holds his hands out as if to soothe a raging crowd of people, looking at the carpet. "You- you do know we're in a relationship, right?" He asks you, and your face tells him everything he needs to know. "Oh my fucking god are you kidding me…" He complains into his hands, covering his face in frustration.

"How the hell was I supposed to know?" You say, now with your own arms crossed. "Jungkook, you rarely even talk to me when we're back home. You only take me with you when you've got something up overseas, you constantly tell people we're just friends, you've never even asked me out in the first place!" You argue.

"We've been fucking each other for almost a year, I thought it was obvious I liked you?!" He whines, looking at you with what you realize are tears brimming on his waterline. Why is he so emotional now? "Have you- did you see anyone other than me?" He asks quietly, and you shake your head.

"No." You deny.

"Okay. Fuck- okay." He takes a deep breath, swallows down his panic. "I like you. I don't- I've got no clue if it's love or not because I don't know, alright? But I like you, a lot, to the point where I want us to be something permanent." He tries to explain. "Just us. You and me." He underlines, and you shrug.

"Jungkook, it's not that easy." You sigh. "If this has been what you think a relationship is like, then we won't work out."

"Alright, then what do you need me to do?" He argues, not letting go. "God- fuck, tell me what do I have to do to make you stay?" He asks, voice cracking.

"Jungkook, calm down-" You start, but he shakes his head, swallows thickly, bottom lip quivering for just a second before he licks over it, pulls it in between his teeth.

"I can't-! Not when it sounds like you're gonna leave me-" He worries.

"I'm not, don't worry. I'll stay. Just.. breathe for a second, alright?" You ask, getting up to walk closer, pushing his shoulders back to force him out of his slumped over position. "Hey- okay?" You ask, and he instead pulls you closer, sits you onto his lap, before he clings onto you, resting his forehead in your shoulder. "Why do you never reach out to me when we're home? You're confusing me." You gently tell him, and he shrugs.

"I'm scared they'll see you." He sniffles. "If they do- they'll tear you apart." He sighs. "When we're out here, like this- I can just.. claim you're staff, whatever. But at home- I can't.. I don't know how to protect you." He shakes his head.

"You should've told me." You sigh, leaning into him. "I was hurt, you know?" You tell him.

"I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm so sorry." He apologizes, pulls you just a bit closer. "I don't know what to do." He whines.

"What if you just visit me instead?" You offer. "They don't know where I live. And my windows are all mirrored so no one can look inside." You tell him.

"…since when?" he asks, leaning away from you a little so that you can finally see his face again, eyes red, a stray tear escaping him that you wipe off.

"Since a few months ago? Jungkook you don't even know my apartment in the first place. You've never visited me at all, ever!" You laugh, and he sighs.

"I know, and I.. always wanted to, you know, visit you.. spend time with you but.." He runs a hand over his face.

"You're okay. We talked about it now." You nod, an action he copies. "I'll come back tomorrow morning and we can have breakfast together, okay?" You ask, but he shakes his head.

"No, you gotta stay." He denies. "I don't care if you don't like that, but I need you close tonight." He says.

"Never said I don't." You say. "You just seemed uncomfortable with it." You wonder.

"Because I snore!" He whines, throwing his head back. "I snore, I move a lot, I might cling to you at night or I sweat, or whatever the fuck- I'm not as perfect as I'm made out to be." He complains.

"Jungkook sorry, but what the fuck." You laugh, and he can't help but smile at the sight and sound of you happy. "You can fart and burp like whatever, and I'd still stay. You're human, I'm not perfect either!" You explain, but he shakes his head, leaning forwards to kiss your already blossoming bruises on your neck.

"No, you are." He says. "You're absolutely perfect." He argues.

"Not really." You deny.

"Stop arguing." He complains, squeezes your waist a bit.

"What're you gonna do about it?" You tease, and he looks up at you with a heated gaze.

"Get me nice n' hard and I'll show you." He responds, making you giggle with eyes rolling, as you lean back to tug him out of his underwear, a hiss leaving him. "Fuck, baby your hands are icy!" He laughs, leaning back to hold your legs so you don't slip off of his thighs.

"That's cause it's cold in here!" You joke back, warming your hands up on his already heated length, skin already flushed and swelling as the blood rushes back. His hands travel beneath the shirt you wear, softly grabbing at the flesh of your chest, making you get up to shed your underwear and get back onto his lap.

"Think you can ride me on this thing?" He asks, talking about the seat he's sitting in. "Kinda tired right now, won't lie."

"Huh, making me do all the work now?" You raise your brows. "And here I thought you wanted to take us seriously.." You sigh, attempting to joke- but he clearly doesn't take it as such, face becoming serious again.

"Lift your hips a little." He demands, and you do so- unsure what he's trying to do, before he spits into his hand once more, feeling you up between your legs to check if you're ready. You are- quickly slicking up at the thought of him, and he guides his length inside of you again, stretching you out once more, but this time, it's not just sex.

He refuses to move. He just helps you settle on his lap, but holds onto your hips, keeping you from moving. "Jungkook-" You whine, but he shakes his head, and pulls your face closer to kiss you.

"No, I wanna stay like this for a bit." He denies.

"But I thought we wanted to eat something later?" You ask, making him roll his eyes.

"I'm trying to be romantic here." He complains.

"By putting your dick inside me?" You ask.

"Well I don't know what else to do!" He whines. "I.. I don't really know how else to properly express.." He falls deep into thought for a second or two, before he finally says it. "I don't know how else to make sure you can.."

"..feel how much I love you."

You're quiet for a good while, watching how he rather looks at your neck than at you in particular, avoiding eye contact as he continues to move his hands back to your sides underneath your shirt. "Jungkook…" You mumble, and he cringes.

"Don't-" He sighs, clicks his tongue in irritation. "-don't pity me or something-" He begins.

"No no no I'm not pitying you I just-" You cut him off, now your hands holding his cheeks to force him to look at you. Because you just realized something in the things he's said earlier. "Remember how you said.. you want me to fly back after you?" You ask, and he nods.

"Yeah." He answers, his way warmer palms now taking yours from his face, holding them in his. "Of course."

"That's.. something that also shows that you care about me." You say. "Because, you didn't say that you were worried about someone spotting me and putting your career on the line- but that you were worried about me being in danger." You remind him, and he nods. "Or how you noticed my stomach growling, and wondered if I ate today." You giggle.

"I already wondered if you didn't- cause I didn't see you eat anything." He shrugs.

"See?" You hum towards him, running your hand through his hair. "That shows you care, too." You say.

"But I want you to feel it." He complains stubbornly. "I want you to.. feel the same as I do when I'm around you." He offers.

"Horny?" You ask, and he rolls his eyes, throwing his head back.

"That too-" He laughs. "But mostly.. just, I don't know." He takes a deep breath. "It's hard to explain. It's like chest constricts when I'm not around you. Whenever I'm home, I miss you so bad that I sometimes go to sleep early just to avoid giving in and calling you. I have to distract myself just to not think about you- and yet I still do, almost all the time." He sighs, tucking your hair behind your ears. "When I wake up.." He hums, hands moving to your shoulders. "When I do my morning routine.." He explains, letting his fingers travel over the length of your arms. "When I work out.." He continues. "When I go to bed. It doesn't matter at all." He shakes his head.

"You know you don't have to make up something just to make me stay, right?" You ask him, and at that, his eyes immediately snap back up to you, panic returning.

"I'm not." He denies instantly. "I'm really not-" he urges. "-how can I prove it?" He worries.

"You.. listen, it's not something that you can just clear up in a moment." You sigh. "It's gonna take time. We're basically starting from scratch here." You explain, and he nods.

"Do you.. should we stop then?" He asks, glancing between your bodies for a second. "Until you believe me?" He wonders, and you shrug, before you shake your head.

"No." You deny. "I'd miss you too much-" You tell him, before you adjust your legs, arms around his neck. "-And you'd probably go insane without sex." You tease.

"Not without sex." He denies, watching how you begin to move your hips, letting him slip out until just the very tip remains inside you. "But without you." He clarifies. "It's not sex I want- that's a… I don't know. It's the closeness I feel, you know?" He sighs when you sink back down. "I just like touching you.. being inside you.." He hums, eyes fluttering closed as he leans back into the seat while your hands settle on his shoulders to keep you balanced, pace slow but fast enough to intensify the pleasure you both feel. "Just like that.." He sighs out in bliss.

"I have a really nice couch, you know?" You hum towards him, making him smile while his hands find your waist. "My bed is really big too.." You tell him, and he opens his eyes a little at that.

"Big enough for two?" He wonders, and you shrug.

"Guess we have to find out." You tease, and he nods, hands moving from your waist to your hips before one of them finds your heat between your legs where he can see his cock disappearing inside you.

"Is the couch sturdy?" He wonders, fingers playing with your clit now, making the muscles in your thighs twitch.

"Ah- yes!" You whine, picking up your pace.

"Hm, gonna fuck you on it then." He chuckles. "Stress-test it." He jokes, and you whimper as you come undone, your slick now coating his own legs, strings of the sticky fluid keeping you both connected, wet sounds echoing off the walls of the hotel room. "Break it." He growls, heels on the ground helping him in shifting his hips upwards into you, catching you off guard, your orgasm washing over you in a wave threatening to drown you.

You're shaking, but you still move, needing to feel him reach his high as well, and he does find his own release, spilling whatever he's got left to give, holding you close, kissing whatever skin he can reach from how you're hugging him now, breathing slowly easing again.

And he keeps you like this, uncaring of the food since it's by now too late to order any roomservice anyways.

And for the first time, he actually sleeps next to you, in the same bed-

promising himself to do everything he can to keep you this close, for now and as long as you'll have him.

[sebastianswallows]

The Little Death — 12. To be taken over by power

— PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Bene Gesserit!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: A Bene Gesserit gets left behind in the Arrakeen palace. When Feyd becomes the Planetary Governor, he finds her there in hiding. The Harkonnens don't traditionally keep them as truthsayers or concubines like other Houses do, but Feyd might have a use for her. After all, he's never had a Bene Gesserit of his own before.

— WARNINGS: fluff, angst, a bit of smut

— WORDCOUNT: 3.3k

— TAGLIST: @elf-punk @lowlyloved @pomtherine @slytherins-heir @babyofneptune @localravenclaw @missbingu @wo-ming-bai @torossosebs

One uses power by grasping it lightly. To grasp with too much force is to be taken over by power, thus becoming its victim.

— Bene Gesserit Axiom

She awoke feeling sore but satisfied. As her mind caught up with her body she realised it was because Feyd had slept on her all night. She opened her eyes to the pale light of the morning and a swath of black sheets tangled all across their bodies. He laid in her arms, his head over her chest, his arms around her waist, his legs curled up innocently. When she stretched and arched her back to put her blood in motion Feyd didn’t stir but his arm tightened around her waist and a hot puff of breath tickled her chest. His face had lost in sleep all of the meanness it had during the day... She smiled and brushed her thumb across the edge of his lips. His lashes fluttered and he grumbled, pouting like a child.

“Don’t wake up,” he mumbled. “I want to sleep some more.”

“But you’re not sleeping now, are you?”

“Then why am I having such a pleasant dream?”

“Do you tend to dream of me?” she giggled.

“Yes. Before I met you,” he answered with a little yawn before his mouth shut tight again and he tightened his arms around her.

She hadn’t had much time after their ‘playing’ with the Gom Jabbar last night to think of what his resistance said about him, although she had realised between shivers of excitement that his endurance was remarkable. She knew he loved pain and that served as an easy enough explanation, but perhaps there was a little more to her na-Baron.

“Since when?”

“A while,” he muttered, nuzzling into her chest. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I wasn’t going to…”

“Yes, well. You’re awfully curious about it.”

“It’s a curious thing, isn’t it?”

“I regret telling you,” he sighed with a sense of finality and she knew he’d say no more.

Her hand found a natural place to rest atop his head and she thought quietly about what he’d just said as she scraped gentle scratches on his scalp. He purred against her like a kitten and wrapped his soft, cold body around her, pushing the sheets away until he was all she felt.

She found herself quite languid that day from when they got out of bed all through to the evening. Feyd took her with him for a meeting with his mentats and drafted a few messages for Giedi Prime — although he asked her to leave the room for the last one, the one he wrote to his uncle — and before she knew it they were having dinner together again. She had almost forgotten all the bad memories associated with that room, that table... She sat closer to Feyd now and felt less fear about it, and what she had gained in calm he had gained in happiness. He smiled more often through the day, enough for her to catch it, and glanced toward her when he thought she wasn’t looking. His gaze was so heavy she could almost sense it on her skin.

“So what did you dream of?” she asked after she finished eating.

He looked at her and kept on chewing, jaw flexing quietly, and pretended not to understand what she meant. He wore softer clothes today — a black Harkonnen robe that covered his whole body and made him that much harder to read. He moved quite naturally in it, unusual for one so used to armour. She smiled at him but refused to indulge his pretence of ignorance.

“You know what I mean,” she said with fondness.

After a lingering glare, he turned his attention back to his plate and busied himself with eating, even if his plate was almost empty.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said at length.

“You’re shy…”

“So what if I am?”

Her smile grew gentler at his admission. It was a rare man who would admit to it without feeling ashamed, even if he sounded a bit defensive.

“I am allowed to be.”

“Yes, you are,” she said. “But I want to know anyway.”

“We all want things we can’t have.”

“Not you, though. Not the Governor of Arrakis.”

“Why not me?” he asked, turning his sharp eyes toward her.

“Well, what do you want?”

He pouted and turned to his plate again, swirling his knife around the leftovers.

She looked at him and kept looking for long moments. He had skilfully diverted the conversation from what she had asked to something else and yet both ends of the conversation were connected. He was being childish, one didn’t need to be a Bene Gesserit to know that. She asked herself what it was about his dreams, or about what they’d done last night, that had turned him so. The answer presented itself rather quickly.

She reached out the small distance and placed her hand on his. He stilled immediately, his grip limp and weak and dead beneath her touch. Gently she rubbed her thumb over his knuckles and brushed her fingers across his soft pale skin. Like a shadow his gaze came up to meet hers and in his eyes were pleas he did not dare voice out. Before long she had risen from her chair and sat in his lap, hands cupping his tense face to brush away the tears he couldn’t spill.

“What do you want, hmm?” she quietly asked, her whisper touching his skin.

Feyd closed his eyes and breathed a deep and heavy sigh, fighting against everything his uncle had probably told him about the Bene Gesserits, about women… The question itself had no purpose. She knew exactly what he wanted. But she wanted him to admit it to himself, to her, and set free those weak and traitorous emotions — longing, loneliness, and pain. What he wanted was both a mother and a lover, a figure in his life unlike any other, a vessel for all the care he had inside of him with nowhere left to spill. She brushed a finger across the dark circles underneath his eyes and traced down his face towards his lips. He was as open as a broken book, a battered gate, a hungry mouth to feed, and she would give him everything he wanted.

“Do you want me?” she asked with a knowing smile.

Feyd frowned, his pride still in the way of him admitting just how vulnerable she’d made him. It almost broke her heart.

“How do you want me?”

His hands left the edges of his seat to come around her waist and hold her. “In every way,” he muttered, opening his eyes but still not daring to look into hers.

“But you know I’m yours,” she said with a barely concealed tease in her voice.

“No, not like that. I…”

She cupped his jaw and let her finger linger on his lips in a way she knew would warm his blood. Feyd sighed and kissed her caressing hand and then his arms around her pulled her in until he could sink his face into her shoulder. She cupped the back of his head and held him.

“I want to be yours, too,” he whispered.

She closed her eyes, a thin sigh of relief escaping her, and she fought back a smile. “I know, I know,” she said with all the soothing she could muster, her hands petting the back of his skull.

“But you won’t have me.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because it’s true…”

“Is that in your dreams as well?”

He didn’t answer. She kept on distractedly petting him, cuddling him while sitting on his lap and tried to decipher meanings from the way his breath fell on her skin and the tremble in his arms around her.

“Let’s go to bed,” she said.

They went to their shared room together and he sent the guards away before closing the doors behind them. She hugged him from behind while he undressed and laid her forehead on his back. Feyd paused with muted hope but kept his thoughts to himself. She’d come dangerously close to the core of him the night before, cracked him open with pleasure, with pain, and supped on the bitter centre. What she set in motion had the momentum to get her out of there, to save her from the desert planet and out of Harkonnen hands, if only she made sure to fan the flames aflutter in his heart.

“Don’t pretend,” he said, his voice low and sad. “Don’t pretend you care or that you like me.”

“Is it because I hurt you too much last night that you think that I don’t —”

“I just know it,” said Feyd as he stepped out of her arms.

Should she contradict him? Could she? He scared her when he gave in to his darker feelings. It made her feel like she lost control of him. But the prospect of him being wrong scared her even more… She walked toward the window and hugged herself, watching the night fall on Arrakis. Already he was slipping through her fingers and if she only closed her fist he’d slip much more. He was ruled by his emotions but it was a hard task to accept that she was a bit like that as well. He’d never properly grown up, and neither had she, and just like he wanted to escape the constraints of the Barony… She desperately wanted to get away, and knew he was her path toward it. As she frowned at her reflection in the thick shadowy glass his shape appeared behind her, a ghost through the dark. He hugged her from behind much as she had done before but he had shed his clothes by now and his naked arms curled up around her. He rested his head against her back.

“I want to tell you,” he started quietly, “but I know I shouldn’t. I’m not as dumb as you think I am.”

“I don’t think you’re dumb.”

“No, you don’t think much of me at all, do you?”

“That isn’t fair…” she said, turning in his arms to look at him. “You’re the one who always leaves me behind. Who has me walk out of the room. You don’t trust me —”

“Because you’re not trustworthy. You say you’re my Bene Gesserit and you let me do things to you that you despise, but deep down —”

“You have no idea what I really think and feel.”

“There it is,” he slowly rasped, his smooth brows casting shadows over his tired eyes. “You don’t think me capable of understanding.”

“No, I know you are very capable,” he said, her hands tightening around his arms. “You lasted an admirable amount of time with the box. Whether it’s because you were tested before or because you like pain, it doesn’t matter. It’s… more than anyone I’ve ever heard of. And your dreams... Your dreams come true, don’t they?”

Feyd pulled away from her as if he could hide in the shadow of the setting sun, but her hands still gripped him and his arms were still around her waist and even if he could have hidden he was all too clearly seen by her.

“Not all of them, I hope,” he muttered.

What is he afraid of? she asked herself. From the sad and worried look in his eyes and from the way he held her she could only guess it was a fear of loss. That was what he’d admitted to earlier, wasn’t it? He wanted to be hers. He feels rejected… Unwanted, she realised. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Sure, she’d given him everything he asked for, both the pleasure and the pain, but fulfilling his baser needs had only opened up his mind to what he really wanted: to belong.

Her grip tightened around his muscled arms and she leaned in to kiss him, but for some reason, she couldn’t. Feyd waited breathlessly for her to close the distance and she never did. The only way around him that she knew was to manipulate him, and she couldn’t do that anymore. Not to the young na-Baron with so lost a look in his blue eyes. She couldn’t pretend to love him, not even to save herself. So she let go of him, withdrew, and turned around. She barely took a step before he stopped her. He slid a finger through the lacing of her dress, pulled her back, and started to undo it.

“You know, I can’t help but respect you even when I hate you,” he whispered roughly. “You teach me new forms of pain each day we are together.”

She smiled to herself. “Do you prefer the type of pain from yesterday?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Frankly? Yes.”

She laughed and heard Feyd chuckling behind her, although there was a string of sadness there. His fingers worked quickly to undress her and he pulled her back into his body, their skin sticking to each other’s. His embrace didn’t last long before he took her hand and led her to the bed.

She let herself be guided, allowed him to take control in a way she hadn’t since she was a child in schooling, taught to move and breathe and think by the Proctor Superiors, only this time there was no design about it. She had nothing to learn, nothing to gain by obliging him, no motivation to pretend. She found herself sitting down before she even realised she’d crossed the room and her eyes searched for Feyd, finding him seated on the bed beside her. His gaze was focused on her neck, her lips, the way her hair fell around her shoulders, and slowly his hand trailed her back in something of a caress. She shivered and then his attention came to her eyes again.

His lips parted, pink and full and boyishly beautiful, but he changed his mind before he said a thing. She wondered what he’d been about to say but it was clear even without words: he was afraid of her, nervous that a wrong move or word misspoken would make her leave. He was overly cautious as he trailed his fingers down her back and curled them around her waist. She let him kiss her without any complaints or attempt at seduction and took the gentleness he offered. And she kept her eyes open throughout to look at his silky lashes, the tender pallor of his face, the way his brows would crease, and found herself admiring him for the first time ever — not for all his qualities, not for the carefully cultivated end results of centuries of breeding, but for his delicacy, his frailty, the way he seemed at times so breakable. She cupped his cheek and leaned into the kiss, surprising him into a moan. She felt his full lips curl and his tongue lap at her skin and then she pulled away. Feyd’s eyes were dark and drowsy, drunk with the closeness of her.

“What did you dream of?”

“You still want to talk about that?” he frowned, sounding quite betrayed.

“No, it’s not to know it. I just want to make it real.”

He bit his lip and sucked in a breath that trembled when he let it go, and around his eyes, she could see the crease of worry.

“I’ll tell you if —”

“No,” she said. “No more games, no transactions or conditional surrenders. Tell me only if you want to.”

He leaned in again and crushed his lips to hers, hands tightening around her waist to pull her body flush to his. Without a thought she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, knees brushing clumsily against his.

“I don’t want to tell you,” he whispered against her mouth, his eyes soft and pleading. “But I want it to be real…”

When he kissed her again he did it with a bit more pressure until she laid back down. Feyd held his body atop hers suspended without breathing, letting her hips go to thread his fingers through her hair. She grew drunk on his attention, the way he held her, the desperate way he kissed her, on how she could almost taste his thoughts. Her hands started feeling hot and itchy and she soothed them by brushing them across his skin. His thighs were softer than they had any right to be, his hips were lean and smooth, and she didn’t get to feel his body and higher because he started making his way down her own. He sucked the sweat off of her neck and tasted the murmur of her moans, he licked across her clavicles and nibbled on her bones, he placed sweet kisses on her breasts until her nipples rose... He smiled when his lips found them already erect and he opened his eyes to look cockily up at her.

She watched him breathlessly as he lavished attention on her body so transparently proud just to see her react to what he was doing. There was an animal simplicity to it that felt like a betrayal of everything she knew but once she saw him like that she couldn’t look away. However seductive his plush lips looked suckling on her nipple, however strong his body, stretched across her own, muscled, pale and gleaming like the statues of old, he was more than anything else dear to her because he was just a little boy. Needy and eager to please, playing with her the way his thoughtless heart dictated. She brought a hand up to his head and gently scratched his scalp and his lips parted from her breast to sigh. Eyes still closed he licked across her nipple, rolling it until it was lathered in his spit. A snake of fire coiled in her stomach. It made her squirm.

Feyd moaned into her flesh and his hands came to her thighs. She tensed up, remembering so many rough handlings — from both him and her — but he touched her as gently as if she were made of glass. And as his kisses moved between her breasts, over her heart, trailing down toward her tummy, he parted her thighs so softly that it made her shiver. He took his time brushing his cold hands across her skin, going higher and higher slowly enough that she could stop him if she wanted to. When his fingers reached her core he turned his playful eyes up at her and smirked. He held her gaze as he licked her stomach with a silent promise and trailed a finger through her folds to part them. She allowed herself to blush as she looked down at him, forgetting herself completely for a moment, living only through the softness of his lips, the sleek movements of his tongue, and the proud look in his eyes. Her first instinct was to question him, to dig into his ego and find out what he planned, but she quieted that part of her and waited.

“You’re this wet for me?” he murmured, his lips right above her mound. She could feel his breath tickle her where she was most sensitive. He sounded playful and proud and there was an expectation in his voice that was inescapable. She had to answer.

“Yes…”

He buried his face between her thighs but not before she saw how wide his smile was. His hand tightened on her leg and then she felt something brush up against her ankle. A pale blue eye looked up at her, gauging her reaction with hungry anticipation, and she realised it was Feyd showing off how hard he was as he rubbed his cock against her. Her nails curled up against his scalp halfway between a caress and a scratch and he giggled. He was being so sweet with her that she could almost fall in love.

“Come up here,” she whispered, her head tilted lazily against her shoulders, her hair a messy halo on the bed.

“Not yet,” he rasped, peppering little kisses up and down her thigh. “I’m going to taste you first.”

[phoward89]

Professor!Coriolanus x Innocent!Reader

Masterlist

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. Dark!Coryo, Obsessed!Coryo, Innocent!Reader, Sweet!Reader, Naive!Reader, manipulation, obsession, professor/student relationship, power imbalance, age difference, blackmail

Part 2:

Your mouth felt dry, as if there was cotton in it, and your eyes were a bit heavy as you blinked them open. What the hell? Did you really get hung over from a glass of wine?

Hell…

You must've because you're suffering from a pounding headache. You feel like a woodpecker’s banging against your skull.

When you go to sit up, you notice that you have a long, strong, muscular arm wrapped around you. What the hell?... Who's arm is that? It can't be Professor Snow’s, can it?

No.

No, no, no.

It can't be his arm around you. Even tho you got sick from the win he brought you home, right?

But you suddenly realize that you're not in your room. That room's larger, the furniture’s mahogany, and the walls are a stony-blue instead of your favorite color. Oh my god! You're in your Professor's bed, aren't you.

Oh hell…

Talk about a nightmare.

You look over to where the long arm reaches a body, only to see Professor Snow sound asleep. His platinum blonde curls are a mess against his pillow and his face looks so serene and carefree. Not one wrinkle or line on it.

But then you realize that his chest is bare and that the blanket draped over him is sliding awfully low. You feel like a panic attack’s about to hit you, so you take a couple of deep breaths. But, then you look down and notice that sometime in the middle of the night the blanket and slid down; exposing your bare chest to the air.

Holy shit!

You're naked and in bed with Professor Snow!

And if that isn't enough, you feel and ache between your legs. An ache that tips you off that you slept with your professor last night. But you don't understand why you'd do such a thing. It's so unlike you.

Feeling like the walls are caving in on you, like you don't know what's real and what isn't, you flung your professor's arm off of you and bolt up.

Coriolanus was in a deep sleep, but was abruptly awoken whenever he felt his arm get roughly tossed around. “Where are you going, darling?” Coriolanus asked, his deep voice hoarse with sleep, looking at you as his hand shot out and wrapped around your wrist.

“Get away from me!” You shouted, slapping him across the face while wringing your wrist free from his grasp and pulling the sheet up to cover your naked body with.

The platinum blonde didn't find your dramatics very amusing. He wasn't expecting you to have a melt down as a result of waking up next to him. Oh, why did you have to be so dramatic?

Pinning you underneath him on the bed, Coryo seethed, “Don't hit me again unless you want me to slap you across the face in return.”

With your reaction, Coriolanus knew that he had to resort to his backup plan to get you to behave. And what was his backup plan?

Blackmail.

“Now you listen to me, baby, and you listen to me real good.” Professor Snow hissed dangerously, his baritone thick and poisonous, as his face leaned into yours so closely that you're about to go cross-eyed. “You seduced me and I'm not letting you go run to the University Chancellor crying that I forced myself on you cause I'm not losing my job over your golden cunt.” A dark, calculating look spread over Coriolanus' face; his cerulean eyes turning into black ice. “You're a dirty girl, huh? Seducing me for a passing grade. But I'll fail you if you dare utter a word about last night to anyone.” His lush apricot lips ghosted about yours as he asked, “Am I clear, baby?”

“Crystal.” You nod, eyes wide with fear.

He sits up, a relaxed look all over his handsome face. But as he reaches to grab something off his nightstand, something just doesn't seem right to you. Even tho you were drunk you'd never have a one night stand with your teacher, who's a decade older than you. Hell, you're- well were a virgin up til last night. There's no way you seduced Professor Snow and let him have your first time.

Sitting up, you turn to Coryo as his long fingers wrap around his phone. Needing to know what happened last night, you frantically remark, “I know I was drunk last night from the wine, but none of this makes sense. I was a virgin, I wouldn't just seduce you into deflowering me.”

Coriolanus brings his phone up to his face and unlocks it, all while telling you, “Hate to break it to you, darling, but you were all over me last night.” Quickly, he taps at his phone, only to bring up a video. He pulls you closer, gluing you to side side, while holding the phone up for you to see and hitting play. “You see, Y/N, I recorded us fucking last night. For an insurance policy, in case you try to cry wolf and say that I did something unwanted.”

Your horrified eyes are locked on the video. You feel sick to your stomach watching your drunken self withering underneath your professor- Coryo; begging him for more and moaning out his name. The girl on the video underneath the curly-haired platinum blonde was you, but her actions were so unlike any you'd do. Did being drunk on wine really turn you into a sex crazed vixen?

Coriolanus taps his phone and stops the video. Taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, he threatens your reputation with, “Now, wouldn't your parents be so disappointed learning that their youngest fucked her professor after drinking and flirting with him just to becomes the teacher's pet; ensure a passing grade?”

Panic spreads throughout your entire body. Shaking your head, tears stinging your eyes, you try to defend yourself. “I didn't do that, Professor Snow. I don't know what happened last night while I was drunk, but I didn't sleep with you for the top spot in your class.”

Coriolanus nods, hiding his grin of victory. Now he knows he's got you right where he wants you. That you'll do anything to keep your reputation intact- to keep your parents from viewing their spotless lamb as a spiked dove.

“Well, I suppose we could come up with a solution to the predicament we're in.” Coriolanus purs, sounding like the cat that got the cream.

In life Coriolanus is a cat, you're the cream, and he's got you. Oh boy, does he ever.

His suggestion to solve your problem in the wake of sleeping together was for you to quit school and move in with him as his girlfriend. You didn't like that idea one bit and told him so, but Coriolanus said that your parents would be thrilled at the prospect of him joining the family. But they'd be devastated if the video every came to light, if it ever came out that you seduced your professor to pass a class.

The idea of disappointing your parents terrified you. You wanted them to be proud of you, like they're proud of you our older brother, and if they ever found out about what you did last night…well…

So, what else could you do other then agree to Professor Snow's suggestion?

And that's why you're now living in a gilded cage. A gilded cage of pomp and circumstances.

Coriolanus has you all to himself. You're his dove, caged up for him to do with as he pleases. He plans on making you his assistant once he heals from his poison induced internal injuries. Ones that he'll be getting soon since he's going to be spiking the teapot at the teahouse when he has a friendly meeting with Festus Creed in a handful of minutes.

Honestly, he looks forward to poisoning himself because it means you get to worry over him; dote on him as you care for his wellbeing.

And once he's well again, you'll be by his side from the moment he wakes til the moment he goes to sleep.

Professor Snow always had great ambitions and being glued to the hip to the daughter of Colonel Javani Halvir will surely give his dead political career a sudden breath of life.

But Coriolanus is also obsessively attached to you. More then he expected to become. Without you, he's nothing more then a shallow shell of a man.

“Baby, I'm meeting my friend, Festua Creed, for tea soon. You'll be okay here grading the papers for me?” Coryo asks, strolling into his study where you're seated at his desk- marking up papers with red pen.

Papers in which one of yours should be in, but due to a drunken mistake it's not.

Raising your head and turning your attention to your boyfriend, who’ll become your fiance once the customary 6 months of proper courting is done, and tell him, “I'll be fine, go enjoy your tea.”

The regal blonde comes up to you, only to lean down and press a kiss to your temple. “Don't be too harsh while grading those papers. Not everyone's as bright as you are, my little dove.” Coriolanus whispers against the shell of your ear before leaving you alone in his study.

You just shake your head while underlining something in red pen on the paper you're stuck grading. You can't help, but feel like you're not very bright. If you truly were, you wouldn't have found yourself blackmailed into a relationship with Coriolanus.

But at least your father and Coryo got along. In fact, Colonel Javani Halvir was so happy that you managed to capture the heart of Professor Coriolanus Snow, the son of his late friend and comrade in arms, General Crassus Snow.

But unknown to everyone in Capitol City, Panem is that you're the one that Coriolanus captured. And by nefarious means too.

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[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

D⋆o⋆r⋆m⋆i⋆ō

Scaramouche x female reader

Summary : As Scaramouche wakes you up in the middle of the night, it seems that you’re the one to blame for a certain problem of his.

Smut : penetration, soft sex with Scaramouche being a tease, nipple stimulation, implied cockwarming, Scaramouche doesn’t want you to waste his cum, maybe excessive use of pet name “dove” sorry. ( If I forgot something please tell me <3 )

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You woke up in the middle of the night with Scaramouche rubbing his stiff cock on your behind with insistence. 

When he sensed you beginning to stir up from your sleep, a little drowsy, his hand wandered on your thigh, caressing it from your knee to your crotch slowly, erupting goosebumps to tease you further. 

“ You’re awake my little dove ? ”

Your sleepy humming reaches Scaramouche’s ears, alas his hips didn’t falter their movements against your ass. His dick throbbing against you with need.

“ You have to take care of the problem you created when you rubbed your ass on my cock all night little minx. ”

Fully awake now, you opt to carry on what you apparently did to him while you slept, moving your hips in a circle against him behind you, to see how he will react, a teasing grin on your face that he could not see.

With a groan, Scaramouche is quick to get his shaft out of its confines, his tip engorged with want. Holding firmly your waist with one hand and stroking his length with the other, your lover closes the gap between his hard length and your dripping little pussy, pulling aside your panties, and rubbing his shaft between your puffy lips, wetting himself in the way and stimulating your clit in dire need of attention, making you exhale a little whine. 

“ Aren’t you already awfully wet when I barely just touched you, hm ? ”, he laughed, deep in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

He yearns for you so deeply, just as much as you long for his touch, that he doesn’t waste any more time teasing the both of you and move to slide himself into your messy cunt, slowly, in one go, with little to no resistance due to the amount of wetness that was already oozing out of you, making Scaramouche hum in appreciation. 

“ Fuck- little dove, your warmth is encircling me so perfectly. ”, he sinfully moans, still close to your ear. 

His hold tightens on your waist when he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts, his hand using your body as leverage while his thrusts are slow and languid, rolling his hips into you with force, to make the pleasure last as long as possible. 

Scaramouche’s hand that was previously on your waist goes higher until he can fondle one of your breasts softy under your shirt, teasing the erect nipple with his thumb and index, rolling the flesh bud between them until he can proudly hear you whimper out loud at the sweet pleasure he’s giving you. 

Your mind feels foggy with his touches, your hole throbbing and clenching around him at the teasing thrusts he gives you, purposely giving you just what you need to reach your climax with enough stimulation while still only offering what he wants and how he wants to. Your pulse quickens when you feel Scaramouche’s lips lay one, two then three and even more featherlight kisses on all the places he can reach from the back, your glistening neck, your pulsating throat, your warm ears and finally your trembling jaw. 

And seeing how much excited you two already were, like you two alway are for each other, and with all the stimulation he’s giving you, you only need a few more drives of his hard length within you, to flutter your eyes shut at the feeling of your climax being this close, that you could almost sense it on the tip of your tongue. And Scaramouche didn’t need you to tell him, to know it either. You were akin to his soulmate after all. 

“ I know you’re close, come on little dove, make a mess for me ”, to emphasize, his kisses become stronger, his thrusts faster and his fingers applying just enough more pressure on your aching nipple. 

It’s when your peak hits you, that your mouth falls open in a silent cry, Scaramouche whispering a strangled moan in your ear, his cock twitching within your tight walls as he spills his white semens deep inside you, while your walls contract around him at the delicious feeling. 

As Scaramouche buries his face in the crook of your warm neck, he keeps on grinding slightly into your quivering hole to ease you down after you've come all over his crotch. His skin and yours glistening with sweat, chests heaving and all that could be heard was ragged breaths in the silent room. 

That was, until Scaramouche had left his hand wandering on your exposed shining thigh, up to your waist, to grab you there gently, and making you take impossibly more of his swelling cock, burying himself to the hilt. Making you hiss in overstimulation for a second, until a whisper of his could be heard from behind you, his lips skimming the shell of your ear.  

“ Go back to sleep and keep my seed warm until tomorrow morning my sweet dove. "

Quickly followed by an affectionate kiss on your jaw and Scaramouche holding you dearly against his chest, his arms protectively around your form. Sleep soon overcomes you in the most pleasant way, your body relaxing in his, and your fingers interlacing between those of your Scaramouche.  

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Author’s Note : It’s my first Genshin’s smut and I think that I am kind of really proud of it, since it’s for my lovely Scaramouche and I was so freaking happy to write it even if I had to concentrate a lot to make it as perfect as possible but also because I tried to work on a lot of vocabulary to make the story seem way more lively, hope I did good so please feedback is always appreciated <3

[ask-the-royal-absol]

After some time, the trio ended up falling to sleep, though Destino’s ended up rather disjointed. The constant prophecy dreams with tears to follow did not help. That mysterious Pokémon from the previous ones ended up not being in this night’s ones. Were they going to end up having these constant dreams of the prophecy every time they fell asleep? Destino hoped it wouldn’t be the case. The tears after each were awful too. It did leave Destino feeling awfully tired when the morning came. They weren’t early enough to catch the sun rise unfortunately (a shame really, considering the spectacular beauty of the sun set). It was awfully bright however. Not so bright that they would require their black glasses to move around the castle but it was evident that they would be needed for moving around outside.

Felix was already awake when Destino arose from their slumber, leaning back on the pillow he had slept on. The conversation yesterday was tricky for him but he wasn’t going to let that overshadow his day. He sat with his arms behind his head and turned slightly towards the waking absol.

“Sleep well?” inquired Felix. He was aware Destino had some kind of dream relating to the prophecy and that it impeded their sleep. Destino groggily looked at Felix, eyes narrowing. “That bad, huh?”

“If I keep having to see these damn dreams every time I try to sleep, I think I’m going to end up with the worst possible eye-bags anyone could imagine. That’s not good Felix. Not good at all. How am I supposed to look perfect when dark grey circles rest under my eyes? Nobody can make it work.”

“Ya made it happen with that goth phase ya had.”

That made Destino shudder. “Please don’t remind me of that. Never again. That was a dark time, Felix.”

Destino began their morning routine with the items they had found in the room. It wasn’t their usual products but they could make it work. They carefully took the time to brush their fur out, though they couldn’t quite get it as straight as they liked. It took an hour for Destino to get their fur in a state which they deemed ok. They were able to find a small hand mirror to help really look at all of the smaller details.

Felix sat on the bed, deep in thought about what today would look like. How was he going to keep his best friend out of trouble if he had to constantly phase inside of different objects? He could talk to Destino whilst in the items but he wouldn’t be able to physically intervene when the time called for it. He’d have to consider that moving forward. He was also concerned about Destino moving around. He knew they had this new illusion ability. How long would it last though? Mirage said about them not using it constantly or the ability would run out. However, Destino needed to use to when travelling around. They would have to use it a lot. What if it ran out and a bunch of Pokémon saw them? What if they got noticed by a fairy type and were captured for interrogation? So many worries and not a lot he could do about it.

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Hope awoke with the memory of the dream that happened that night. She was a part of the prophecy. She hated that fact. It was so much to think about. Having to have the weight of the world on your shoulders. Having to find the rest of the Pokémon from the prophecy. Having to spend time with that damn absol. What had she done to deserve this? It was all just so much for her. Perhaps this was how Destino was feeling.

Was she going to tell them? Destino probably wouldn’t believe her anyway. Besides, the Guardian said that they were going to gain an ability that would help them see who was in the prophecy. Perhaps she should wait until then? And what about her dad? How was he going ti feel about all of this when she told him? Would he be angry? Maybe she could spin it to make it seem like her being one of the chosen ones was a good thing for their reputation. So many thought. So many feeling about everything. She had to get out this frustration.

She slowly made her way out of her bed, using the claws on her feet to put the cover back on and make her bed look neat. Her two stuffed toys, Barnaby the nighttime Teddiursa and Captain Palafin, were placed neatly on the pillows and she plodded over to the large mirror situated near her bed to look over herself. Giving her feathers a quick preen and her beak a scrub with a small brush (not something that was easily done), she went over to her punching bag - or in this case a kicking bag - and began to let out her feelings. It felt good. It was the release she needed.

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Destino, Felix and Hope are available for 6 asks.

[sawyerslvt]

Two Sides To The Devil - Johnny Slaughter (Episode 8)

Previous Episode ♡ No Next Episode Completed series :)  If you’ve made it all the way to the last episode. I love you dude… so so much. As mentioned, this is the last but also the longest episode. I've written Johnny as vulnerable, sensitive and loving. I can see Johnny potentially show this side to a woman at some point in life but this is really just to satisfy my own freakish needs :) Don’t hesitate to let me know what you think of the series <3 and if you have requests. I'll try to get to them! Enjoy the last episode!!! Summary: Johnny Slaughter kidnaps you and you wake up in his basement. You negotiate your way out of death by offering to lure in male victims with your beauty. Johnny entertains your desperate offer. He ends up having to protect you and slowly starts to fall in love with his victim, and so do you.  Word count: 6,944 Warnings: MDNI, fluff, sex, smut, !super corny love!

You wake up peacefully. You haven't had a good night's sleep quite like this one in what feels like ages. Whether it was due to the fact that you were fearing for your life, gambling with a serial killer, or if it was because you were desperately missing that same serial killer, you didn't know. Regardless, you know, you have found a new purpose in life and you feel like you're on top of the world. You pull your blanket over yourself, it’s freezing and Johnny has not yet explained the hole in the wall. It's been lazily boarded up but the cool night breeze can easily get through it, making it freezing cold during the night. 

You look down and see Johnny sleeping on the floor. He insisted that you not only take the couch, but also the blanket. You fought hard enough to let him keep the pillow and only very, very resultantly did he agree. You look at him on the cold and hard wooden floor, you've never known love like this. A man who was willing to put all his comfort aside to let you sleep like a princess. You would have slept together but the couch is awfully small, and you could barely fit on it yourself. You can't continue watching him on the floor. You sit on the edge of the couch and rub the sleepiness away from your eyes and stretch your body. His back is facing you and you poke the back of his waist with your toes, trying to get him to wake up. He lets out a little grunt to make you stop. “Wake up Johnny, come join me on the couch please” you whisper, trying to not startle him. After a little while of moving around, he finally turns over to look at you. You stretch out both your arms towards him and give him a warm smile, welcoming him to the couch. He looks at you with sleepy eyes, not quite awake yet. He smirks, and the smirk turns into a defeated chuckle. He starts making his way to you and you get up from the couch. “Lay down” you smirk at him.

He obeys but with a raised eyebrow and a smirk plastered on his face, wondering what your next move could be. Once he’s laying down on the couch, you jump on top of him, he lets out a small grunt due to the force of your jump but later chuckles, you giggle and lay your head to his chest, covering both of you with the blanket. You lay there silently. Your palms and ear laying flat against his chest, you hear his regular heartbeat and you feel yourself get hypnotized by the rhythmic pattern. You take a deep sigh, feeling yourself get washed over with a tremendous amount of happiness. “What's wrong, darlin’?” his voice is concerned by your sigh. “Nothing… nothing at all” you reassure him. Because there was nothing wrong, everything was perfect. You look up at him, giving him an endearing smile and a quick peck on the lips. You've never felt this safe and comfortable with anyone.

“Tell me, how my woman sleep?” he looks down to you and you look up at him with your doe eyes. “Not as good as you I bet” you let out a giggle but you feel bad. He lets out a laugh, making your body move around in his arms. “On a serious note, you can't keep sleeping on the floor, Johnny. We have to get a bed to sleep in together” your voice is serious. “I only sleep in here when I feel like it, I have a bed back at the family house”. You’re surprised by the information he’s sharing with you. You find out not only that he doesn't stay here… but he has a family? Are they also like him? You think back to the old man that visited him that one night. He was talking about victims getting loose and Johnny blamed it on a ‘sissy’. You also remember the blonde woman in the house when you first came, she must be his sister, but they didn't share any resemblance. Johnny notices you being deep in thought. “What’s on your mind, doll?”. His voice is gentle and slightly concerned. “Your family… what are they like?” your voice is careful, you don't want to push your boundaries but you were too curious to hold back. A smirk emerges from his face, “oh they are some pains in my ass, nothing to worry about. They will love you. Especially knowing you're one of us”, his voice is proud. Your brows furrow. “...one of you?” you ask curiously. “Of course darlin’, you remember yesterday don't you?”. You had blacked her out, but yeah… suppose that does make you one of them. The worst part wasn't that you killed her, but that you enjoyed it. If given the opportunity, you would do it again. You would do anything to keep Johnny to yourself. “Yeah… I hope she suffers in hell.” your eyes narrowed and mouth pouting. Johnny lets out another laugh, this one more intense than the last. You giggle at his reaction and he grabs your chin with his right hand, wrapping his lips around yours and softly kissing you. And for a while, you lay there, cuddling, kissing and loving each other's presence. 

“I'm starving, Johnny…”. You look at the clock and you've been in each other’s arms for more than an hour. “Come on, I'll take you”. He picks you up and lets your feet find the floor. He gets up and grabs your hand and together, you walk out of the door to his car. 

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The road you're driving down is a long one. You see it stretch all the way over to the horizon. You're surrounded by absolutely nothing. Every now and then you pass by a house that's surrounded by many acres of land. It's very spacious and different from your life in California but it gives you a sense of calm, you like it. You roll down your window and let the wind explore the inside of the car, carrying its fresh scent and filling your nose. “Where are you taking me?” you're eager to finally eat, after the intense night you had yesterday, you craved food like crazy. He doesn't respond but instead you feel his hand grip your thigh. He looks over to you and gives you a smirk. “What are you doing?” your voice is soft and you're feeling the tingles fire back up between your thighs. “shhhh, don't fight back”. He continues dragging his hands from gripping your thigh to slide it between your thighs until you feel his fingertips graze your cunt. 

You’re wearing a white, flowy skirt and while he's still keeping an eye on the road, he lifts your skirt and slides his hand over to your soaked panties. “So wet for me already, doll?” a proud smirk growing on his face. You blush at the fact that you're wet, he had a diffrent type of spell on you. He starts rubbing your clit with all four of his fingers over your wet panties. You gasp and bite your lip, containing moans that would otherwise reveal how good it feels. Johnny sees you holding back and rubs slightly faster and harder, making it impossible to hold back. You let out little moans as you're firmly gripping the seat below you with both hands. He continues using his fingers to rub your sex, not even looking at you. “Take these off for me” he pulls your panties and lets go, letting it slap your pussy and you feel how the cool air grazes your slit. 

You start taking off your panties but leaving the skirt on. You slide them down your thighs and chuck them in the back seat. You position yourself so you're facing him and put your right leg up on the dash and let your other leg fall behind Johnny's seat. He looks over to your beautiful face, then to your glistening cunt, open and ready for him. He lets out a small chuckle and you smirk at him, not saying anything and just letting him watch your spread legs and tight little pussy. “If I wasn't me, I wouldn't know how to handle you darlin’”, a smug smirk plastered on his face. “Lucky me, that you are you then”, you shoot the smirk back at him. 

After admiring your position he finally brings his hand over to you sex, letting his thumb find your clit and create tight circles around your clit. A moan escapes your lips and you lean your head back until your shoulders rest on the open window frame. Your head sticking out of the window and you feel the wind hit the side of your face as he rubs faster and faster. Your moans get increasingly desperate and you crave his fingers inside you. Without much warning, he slides his index and middle finger into you slowly. You gasp and hear Johnny's breathing get heavier as if he also was getting pleasure from fingering you. His left hand stays gripping the steering wheel and his gaze takes turns between looking at the long empty road and to your drenched pussy. He slides his fingers in and out of your cunt, first slow and sensual. He wants you to feel his fingers, feel his presence inside of your tight pussy.

Later he increases the speed and the wind blowing in your ears gets muffled over your own loud moans. His heavy breathing makes you wetter and you feel your walls closing and tightening over his fingers. “Mmh Johnny, I-mm gonna cum” your words are weak. Instead of keeping a steady pace, he increases the speed and intensity. He’s now pounding hard into your pussy that's getting tighter by the second, you're so close to cumming on his fingers. He starts rubbing your aching clit with his thumb and he's curling his fingers, pressing and caressing your g-spot. He rubs it hard and your moans turn into screams as his fingers freely traverse your insides. You look down at your pussy, seeing his fingers deep inside you. Your white cream coating his hands and dripping to the leather seat below you. “Cum on my fingers, princess” he looks into your eyes, giving you permission and it was as if that was required before you could cum. You cum on his fingers and let out a loud moan as you do so. Your walls tighten around his fingers and he slowly pulls his fingers out.

With shaky breaths, you bring your leg back to the front and the foot on the dash returns back to the car floor. You look at him and he meets your gaze and he licks your cum off his own fingers. His eyes are narrowed and you can tell he wasn't done with you. He grabs your face and pulls you closer to him. He looks at your lips, that are pouting due to the grip he has on you. “Now, let’s make that pretty little mouth of yours useful” he lets go of your face and looks back to the road. You continue looking at the side of his head as you unzip his jeans. You feel your mouth salivating and you bring your full attention to his jeans. You see how tight his jeans fit his bulge, he was so big and he was ready for your pretty little mouth. 

You slide his jeans down and he wiggles around, making it easier for you to slide them down a little to reveal his boxers and hard cock. Before you pull his dick out of his underwear, you look up to him, and he looks down to you with a smirk. You pull him close to give him a quick kiss. You couldn't help yourself. You love this man and this was your way of telling him how much you care about him. You see his smirk turn into a smile and he understands your message. 

You pull his hard cock out of his underwear and you hold it with both your hands, just admiring it for a second. You see the tip being wet from the  pre-cum leaking out and you bring your middle finger to it and pull it away. It was sticky and left a string as you pulled away. He looks down to your hyper-focused face and lets out a chuckle seeing your eyes explore his cock. He doesn't rush you and lets you take your time. You scoot back in your seat and lean closer to his member with your face as you lay your left hand on his abs and wrap your right hand around the bottom of his shaft. You lay your head to his thigh and look up to him with your doe eyes. He looks down and you feel his cock twitch, you can feel the hold you have over this man, it was reciprocated. You start by kissing the bottom of his shaft and continue peppering kisses up his dick, slow kisses and you make your way to his tip. He’s confused by this new sensation. He’s used to having his dick shoved down a woman's throat by now. But you're kissing it… making slow and loving work. 

You open your mouth when you reach his tip. You take a couple of breaths and let him feel your hot breath, tingling and teasing his tip. You stick out your tongue and create slow circles around his tip. His breath was already heavy from all your teasing, but now he let out a gasp. You can tell how much he wants you to just suck or stroke it. But for once, he lets you be in control. You continue licking his tip slowly, and eventually increase the speed until you finally, without warning, wrap your lips around his whole peak. He gasps and you moan as your mouth is filling with saliva. You hold your lips around his peak and continue circling your tongue around his tip. You suck slightly, creating pressure around his cock as your circles become faster and harder. “Fuckkkk darlin’ you’re too damn much” his voice is weak for once, and you realize you finally broke through the man’s tough exterior. 

You reward his vulnerability by letting your lips press harder around his cock and with the help of your slippery saliva, you're able to slide up and down his shaft. You're going down half his cock then back to the tip, then down again. You start off slow as you continue salivating, getting your mouth wetter, drenching his cock in your saliva. You moan into his cock and you're pleasured by his deep groans. He puts his right hand over your head, not putting any pressure, but just making his presence known. You start going at a faster pace and focus mainly on sucking his tip, occasionally circling your tongue around it or going a little further down his shaft. It’s sloppy, it’s soaking wet, it’s too damn much. Johnny’s not afraid to let you know with his grunts and moans how amazing it feels, how amazing you feel. 

After taking good care of his tip, you start inching closer and closer to the bottom of his shaft. You prepare yourself for taking his full length and girth in your throat. You've never been with a man with such size and you're slightly nervous whether or not you're able to take it. But you're determined, whether you like it or not, you will have Johnny's cock in your throat. You slide your lips off his dick and he lets out a frustrated sigh, you can tell how desperate he is, like he’s walking on eggshells trying to keep his patience with you. You give his tip a string of kisses. You look up at him and he looks weak, eyes still narrowed and he's biting his lips, containing himself against just push your head and force his length inside you. 

You take a deep breath and slide your lips all the way down to the bottom of his shaft. You feel his hands grip your hair and he lets out a wonderful groan. You feel his tip massage the back of your throat but you push it further. Your eyes start to water but his deep groans give you energy to push further despite your tears. You feel your throat open and swallow his hard cock. Johnny sounds desperate, his groans turn into grunts, grunts turn into loud moans. You've reached his full length and you feel proud over the fact that you were able to do it. You push a little further and you feel his hips buck into you, making his cock fill the walls of your throat. You feel full of him and you love every second of it, tears are streaming down your face. You make gurgling sounds that vibrate and give an unreal sensation for Johnny. But you won't let go and you continue gurgling and shoving his dick down and he continues bucking his hips and letting beautiful groans escape his throat. Only when you’re close to passing out from the lack of oxygen, do you let go and let your lips slide off his big cock. 

You wrap both your hands around his cock to replace your mouth. You use your hands stroking his length, up and down, fast and hard. He looks down at you and you see a smirk wanting to peek through but he is incapable of giving you any expression other than pure euphoria and numbness from how you ravaged his cock. “Fuckkk you’re making me cum, doll” he looks down at you and you continue stroking his cock with both hands, letting your hands stroke and twist his shaft. You look up at him and give him a smile and you pull closer and give him a passionate kiss. “Please cum for me daddy, I want to taste you”. Your voice is sensual and soft, you need to taste him, badly. 

You feel his cock twitch and you quickly bring your mouth to his tip as you continue stroking his shaft. You open your mouth and wrap your lips around his tip. You want to catch every single drop, nothing is allowed to go to waste. You hear him let out a loud grunt as he empties himself in your mouth. With every load, you make sure to swallow and make room for the next. You're moaning into him and he tastes so good. You stroke his cock slowly, milking him to bring out every last drop. His cock jerks between your hands and he grabs your face and forcefully pulls you close to his lips. He kisses you passionately and intensely like he was refraining from kissing you before. You kiss him back with some of his cum still remaining on your tongue, he didn't mind and happily swirled his tongue with yours. 

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You finally arrive at your destination and it’s a cozy little diner. It’s located in the middle of nowhere, similar to everything else around these areas. Despite that, it seemed to have a good amount of cars parked outside. The neon lights were dimmed in the presence of bright and hot morning sun, but the colors shone through regardless. You admire the aesthetics of it for a second longer until Johnny grabs your hand and pulls you into the diner. 

Once you sit down at the diner table, a male server makes his way to your table to get your order. Well, his eyes are solely on you, to the point that you doubt he even saw Johnny sitting right in front of you. “What can I get you, pretty lady?”, he’s holding a little notepad and wearing a massive smirk on his face. You fear for his life when you look over to Johnny and see his clenched jaw and laser focus on the man's face. You put a soft hand on Johnny's thigh to reassure him that you're his and no man could ever steal you away from him. He looks at you and his face softens seeing your warm smile, it calms him down enough. “My woman will have a………” he continues ordering for both of you but his words get completely blacked out after you hear ‘my woman’. You've heard it before, in private, but this felt more official. It was public and he said it like he was proud to show you off. You couldn't help but feel butterflies flutter in your stomach and blush to yourself. The man looks uncomfortable with Johnny's intimidating gaze. Even though you calmed him down, it didn't fully get him off the hook. Soon, he was done writing everything down and damn near stomped away to give the order to the chefs. 

"'My woman'?" you say teasingly and unintentionally feel your cheeks burn once again. You look down but peek up, curious for his answer. He smirks at you and he’s confident in what he said. “Yes doll’, you got a problem with that?”. He’s teasing you and your cheeks get redder. “N-no… I suppose I don't really” you avert your gaze from his, you don't understand how he could make you feel like this. “You suppose?”. He raises an eyebrow and places both his hands on your knees under the table. “Do you, or do you not have a problem with me referring to you as my woman?”. He speaks confidently and you wish it could rub off on you a little, cause god knows you could use some right about now. You muster all the strength and confidence left in your body and meet his gaze. “I don’t”. You look him in his eyes and he leans back, resting both his elbows on the backrest of the booth. “Good, cause you’re my woman and I will continue referring to you as such”. He has a big smug on his face and the butterflies flutter like they are about to dig their way out of your stomach and fill the diner. Once you've calmed down and the butterflies no longer try to kill you, you and Johnny were able to have a normal conversation until your food arrived. 

The food finally arrives and it's a different server. You dont blame him, Johnny's glare would make anyone's knees go weak. She sets the food down on the table and gives you a warm smile. “Here you go! Enjoy your meal!” she scurriers away and you look at what Johnny ordered for you. You look down and it's the same burger from that night. You didn't even realize that the logo outside the diner was the same one on those take-out bags. “You seemed to enjoy them last time so I thought I would let you finish this time”. He seemed genuine and this was a gesture to show that he cared for you, it was an apology. “Well… to be fair i was starving last time” you playfully tease him but he laughs and appreciates you making light of the situation. It wasn't a night you enjoyed thinking about but you’re happy that you got to share a moment like that with him. Thanks to that moment, it brought you closer so you wouldnt change a thing. You both dig in your food and surprisingly, it was just as good as last time. Maybe it wasn't just another greasy, junk food burger after all. 

You watch as he eats his burger, it gets messy and he licks the crumbs away from his lips. You can't help but think about how he was doing the same thing to you last night, but instead of crumbs of a burger, it was the cum from your cunt. You try to not make it obvious by glaring at him. But you really can't help peeking at him innocently eating his food, and thinking very not innocent things. You continue watching him, trying to rub your clit on the edge of the booth to satisfy your needs but you stop yourself from continuing further or Johnny would notice what you were up to- or god forbid, someone else. You redirect your focus back on Johnny and the conversation. 

You ultimately finished your food and it tasted amazing. You still can't quite tell if it was the food, or the scene of Johnny but you digress. “How was it, princess?” he looks over to you. “It was good, I really enjoyed it. Thank you Jo-”, before you were able to finish your sentence, he interrupted you. “I meant the view”. You slightly blush at his insinuation but there was no way he caught you. You were staring right at him, and he wasn't watching you. “I don't know what you mean…”, and it was true, you didn't really know what he meant. “You thought I didnt notice you eye fucking me just now?” he has a massive smirk on his face, he enjoyed your flushed cheeks more than anything and if he saw an opportunity to tease you, he would always take it. You couldn't help but to nervously look around as his words were a little too loud for your liking, you're convinced the whole diner just heard him. “Relax darlin’, you don't think they could connect simple dots? I'm sure they also saw how you were rubbing your pussy against the edge of their chair”.

Your eyes widened and your mouth shot open, you were floored by him talking so loud. Instead of looking around, you just looked down. You're confident at least one person heard him and your cheeks burn hotter than the sun. He lets out a laugh and leans forward to place his elbows on the table and bring his right hand to your chin. You're still looking down, hiding your shame and he bends his head down to meet your gaze from below. He brings your chin up and he’s smiling, he loves seeing you all shy and unable to speak. “J-johnny…”, you don't know the purpose of your words but you need to say something in your defense. “Shhh darlin’, I don't blame you. All you had to do was ask. Come on”. He leaves the trays on the table for the waitresses to pick up and grabs your hand to lead you to the diner bathroom. 

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You walk to the bathrooms and it looks really clean which was lucky. By the way Johnny was looking at you, you knew exactly what was about to happen and your pussy was already soaking wet thinking about him. Before he fully closes the bathroom door behind you, he pushes you up against the wall, kissing you as he lets his hand find and close the door without looking at it. Once he successfully locks the door, he puts both his hands on either side of your hips and deepens the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and push your breasts into his chest. With your arched back, he moves his hands to the back of your waist and lets his rough hands travel and stroke all over your body. 

You try to keep quiet but his heavy breathing drives you feral and you want to moan into his mouth to express how you're feeling. You wrap one of your legs up his waist and he lifts you up to press you into the bathroom wall. You continue with your kiss and it gets progressively desperate and heavy, you can't take the tension and try to rub your pussy on his abs to create some form of friction. He balances you against the wall and your legs are wrapped, tight around his waist. He removes his right hand and decides to rub your pussy, it was easy due to the lack of underwear, caused by his own demand. “Fuck darlin’, you’re always this wet for me?” His voice is deep and breathless from the intensity of the kiss. “Yes Johnny… more often than I'm willing to admit”. He lets out a small chuckle. “Good girl”. He say’s simply, his voice deep and masculine.

He brings you over to the sink and lets you sit on it. You flinch at the coldness of the sink touching your bare ass but you're quickly distracted by Johnny’s fingers making their way to your pussy again. You wrap your arms around his neck again so you're only an inch away from his face and you bite your lip. You try your hardest not to moan as he’s rubbing your clit. He wasn't going slow this time, and it only got faster and harder. It was like he was trying to make you moan but you hold back. You look down and see his hard cock wanting to poke out from his jeans. You remove one of your arms from around his neck and slowly slide your hand down his hard chest, to his shredded abs and all the way down until your soft hands reach his bulge and you stroke his member over his jeans. 

Without breaking the kiss, not even once, you unzip his pants and pull out his cock, he rubs all over your body with his rough, calloused hands. You can tell that they're hardworking hands with history and now they're exploring your soft body. He breaks the kiss and looks deep into your eyes. He’s hungry for you and it's the same hunter eyes you've grown to adore. His cock was already hard but he was stroking it, getting it ready to feel your warm softness. You're sitting on the sink and it was the perfect height for his dick to perfectly align with your entrance like two perfect puzzle pieces. You wrap your arms around his neck to support yourself as he rests your knee-creases over his forearm and walks closer to you to have his cock gently touch your pussy lips. He frees his right arm and uses it to massage his cock between your pussy lips. He continues sliding his cock between your folds as he rests his forehead to yours, he wants to see your pretty little mouth twitch holding back moans. You let out small moans without parting your lips. 

*knock* *knock* *knock*. You jump at the sudden knocks banging on the bathroom stall. As you worry if the person heard your moans, Johnny slams his cock into your aching pussy, hard. Before you're able to let out the biggest gasp of the century, he covers your mouth with his big hands and your eyes widen at the series of events. He continues trusting, deep and hard. He holds your mouth with a lot of force and when you try moaning, his hands get rougher to get you to shut up. Your moans are for his ears only but he loved that someone was outside, putting pressure and shame on you. But they’re not allowed the privilege of hearing your sweet moans. His cock is sliding in and out of you. You feel his length poke the back of your cunt and his girth filling you up, pressing against every inch of your walls. His breathing is heavy and he lets small grunts escape his lips with each trust. One after another trust enters and pulls out of you and you feel lightheaded over how good he feels. 

*knock* *knock* *knock*. The banging reminds you once again that someone is outside and you feel embarrassed, there is no way they dont hear the wet, sloppy sounds of Johnny's cock swimming in your pussy or the sound of skin slapping skin echo in the empty bathroom. Even when you leave the bathroom, the smell of sex would be undeniable but fuck, you couldn’t care less. You direct your focus back on Johnny and you feel your pussy tightening. “Hello? Anyone in there?”. The voice of a man can be heard from behind the door and you flinch, feeling exposed but disappointed that he interrupted your orgasm. “It’s occupied, boy!”. Johnny finally snaps and you hear a frustrated cuss and footsteps fading as the man walks away. He removes his hand from your mouth and you let a little giggle escape your lips, and he chuckles as well. “Now that we’re alone, I want to hear my woman’s beautiful moans”. Before you're able to give a proper response, he forces his cock into your hole again and this time you let out a moan. Johnny gets closer to your mouth with his ears. He needs your moans filling his ears and he continues pounding into you, in and out, rough and with a lot of force. You moan and grunt into each other's mouth as you kiss. “Fuckk princess, you're making me cum”. His voice is weak but husky. “Me too, please fill me up Johnny”, he keeps his thrusts steady and powerful until you feel your walls contracting and you chase your orgasm. You feel his cock twitch inside you, and shortly after you feel his warm liquid filling you up as he lets out a wonderful grunt. You cum on his cock as you moan into each other's mouths.

He picks you up and puts you back on the floor, your skirt falling back into its place and you help it further by patting it down. You feel your sensitive pussy still pounding and some cum dripping out of it. You and Johnny help each other clean each other off. As he’s hunched over, cleaning the cum from your inner thighs, you stand above the sink, wetting towels and handing them over to him. He kisses your inner thigh and you giggle over how it tickles. You wet your hand under the running faucet and splash some water on his face to make him stop. He covers his face and laughs at your playfulness, he responds by biting into your thigh before standing up and pulling you closer by the waist and giving you a loving kiss. He’s never known love like this, and neither have you. You feel like you've won at life as you kiss his soft and gentle lips. 

You notice a somewhat big pool of Johnny's cum right below the sink where he drilled into your pussy. You grab a piece of paper and bend over to clean it but Johnny grabs your wrist to stop you. “Leave it, darlin’. Let’s go”. You look at him with a puzzled expression, wondering about the reason behind his command but you don't plan on arguing with him so you grab his hand and together, you exit the bathroom. 

You come out and see that your booth has already been cleaned and is now occupied by another couple. To your surprise, Johnny doesn’t head straight for the exit, but instead he heads over to the counter where the waiter from earlier was standing. He’s still holding your hand and you catch some people staring at the two of you. It was obvious what you were busy doing in the bathroom together. “The bathroom needs cleaning, boy. Make sure you take care of it” he throws a 10 dollar bill as a tip at the man's face who’s just standing there. If this was a cartoon, you're convinced smoke would come out of his ears and nose until his whole head exploded. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself at Johnny’s outrageous display of jealousy and pettiness. He drags you out of the diner and once again, he holds the car door open for you to take a seat before walking over to the other side and seating himself. 

The car rumbles into motion and you smile to yourself, still thinking about the drama from earlier. “Whatchu smiling about, woman?” He's smiling but he’s genuinely curious about what has got you all giddy. “‘The bathroom needs cleaning, boy’”. You make sure to put a mocking voice as you repeat his words from the diner. He laughs at your mocking tone and you laugh with him. “What? I wasn't gonna let no scrub talk to my woman that way, especially to my face, and get away scot-free”. You roll your eyes and laugh at how silly he sounds. It was nice to see this side of him, a less serious and carefree Johnny. 

The sun was setting and the sky looked beautiful. The mixture of colors in the open sky and the fresh air makes you take a deep breath and you find yourself appreciating life more than you've ever done before. And it was all thanks to the man who tried to kill you. You looked at the man driving beside you, there was nothing ‘devil’ about him, like you originally were convinced of. You’re confused by the recent series of events of your life. You continue watching him as he drives, and thinking about how this was your life. Why was he so complicated? or no… more so, complex… There is nothing complicated about him. He’s just like any other man, a man with desires to love and to be loved. At the end of the day, that’s the category any human ends up in, and you feel blessed to be the woman that gets to love him.

As you were deep in thought, you hadn't noticed that the vehicle had come to a halt. Johnny puts his truck in park and walks out. As he’s walking over to your side, you're left looking around at where you could possibly be. It looked to be a mountain and you're confused as to why he’s brought you here. Johnny opens the door and reaches for your hand to help you step out of the car. “Where are we?” your eyebrows raised and you look around. Other than the beautiful sky, you can't find any sign of civilization. “Don’t worry about that, I want to show you something”. You can't tell what expression he’s displaying, he looks happy, but maybe sad? It's difficult to make out. 

After a couple of minutes of walking uphill, you feel your out of shape body hate you for making it endure this hike. You feel the shortness in your breath and look over to Johnny who is completely unfazed. You curse but simultaneously, bless his beautiful, tight and in shape body. You need to be more like him.

You finally reach the top and are immediately met with the most breathtaking view. You watch over the red, orange and sandy colors of the canyon. The sunset adds an extra filter of pink that gently lays over, covering the beautiful rocks. You've never seen the canyons from this perspective and it was hands down the most stunning scenery you've ever come across in your life. With sundown, the air gets lighter and you feel the cool breeze fill your lungs as you continue enjoying the view. “I used to come here a lot when i was a teenager”, Johnny's voice interrupts you and for a second, you almost forgot that he was here with you. “Yeah? I can see why, it's wonderful”. You look over to him and he’s watching over the canyon. “When I couldn't bear being around my family, I would come here and just sit here for hours”. His voice was low, like he didn't want you to hear him but he was talking to you. “I used to think I was cursed. Every woman I tried to get close to, I hurt”. You're standing a bit behind him, you walk closer to his broad back and sneak your hands under his arms and around his body to place them on his shoulders. You rest your head between his shoulder blades and hug him from behind, reassuring him as he speaks. “When I felt myself falling for you, I got scared. I didn't want to hurt you like the ones before you… That's why I told you to leave”. You feel yourself get emotional and a tear falls from your eyes, you squeeze him harder. He turns around to meet your tearfilled eyes. He brings his hand to your face and wipes your tears away. “I love you Mikaela… I love you unlike anything I've ever loved before”. You smile through your tears and look up at him with a tilted head. “Oh, Johnny. I love you so much… More than you’ll ever know”. He pulls you in for a gentle but passionate kiss. You hug him and both of you look over the beautiful canyon together. He rests his chin on your head and lets out a sigh of relief as if he was worried about what your reaction would be. To you it was crystal clear, you love this man and you feel no shame over it whatsoever. You don't expect him to change, you don't want him to change. You love him for exactly who he is. 

You stand there by the edge, looking over the canyon, watching as the sky goes from orange and pink to a velvety, deep blue. He holds you and you hold him back. You feel small and protected in his big arms. If it was up to you, you would never let go. “I’ll take care of you, doll”. He says it like it's a promise and you believe him.

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Entrapment

Chapter Seventeen: Interview

Mentions of: Survivor’s Guilt, Sleep Deprivation. Murder, Paranoia, and lots of Anger

A/N: Yeah, our dear reader isn’t very happy…

Tags: @mama-miya @vandeaad @the-fandoms-georgie @moonshineinasippycup @froegis

You’ve barely slept since what happened at Mama Lucy’s. Too guilty and scared to do so. Every time you shut your eyes, you saw all the blood and their bodies…and their faces. You had nightmares of Jesse calling out to you, begging and asking you, why, why, did you do this?

It’s your fault, after all. You hung up on him. If you hadn’t done so, maybe they would be alive tonight. Maybe it would be you dead instead of them. Maybe Jesse could’ve graduated and made his parents proud and maybe Lucia could’ve raised Nate until he was old enough to be on his own, rather than having to bury her at such a young age.

Ghostface hasn’t called you since then, but every time you hear the phone ring, you jump and run over to answer it. You saw what happened when you didn’t, and you don’t want anymore of your friends getting hurt.

But then, there was also a small voice in the back of your head. The one that pushed you, that drove you. Your ambition.

It told you it’s not your fault. He would’ve killed them anyways, he just wanted to torture you. To get under your skin and make you break under guilt and fear. But you’re not going to let him see you break. You’re going to achieve your dreams, get the hell out of Roseville and go to Miami, but first, you’re going to make him pay.

And while you felt guilty for thinking such horrible thoughts about Jesse and Lucy, for being so selfish, you also feel thankful. Your ambition and grit is one of the few things that kept you going, and it kept you from breaking down completely, no matter how much what happened at Lucy’s had destroyed you.

It was the only thing to get you out of bed, when you were called into work just five days after what happened. Two of those days were from the weekend, so in reality, you only got three days off. Even though you just witnessed a double homicide.

You can’t say that you’re surprised though. Jamison is awfully stingy and you’re just a temp. You have horrible benefits.

So, you managed to go to work that morning and keep it together…mostly. Despite trying to cover it up with makeup, the dark rings around your eyes were still visible, and your clothes and hair were slightly ruffled from putting everything on in a rush.

The moment you walked inside, you could feel eyes on you. Everyone was staring, and you could even hear people murmuring about you, acting like you weren’t there.

Taking a breath, you ignored it, heading over to the breakroom to grab some coffee. You could use some coffee after yet another sleepless night. As you entered the breakroom, you spotted Jed and Rachel standing there.

“Hi guys.” You greeted, ignoring their stares. You focused on the coffee maker instead, pressing a few buttons and putting your mug underneath.

“_______, are you okay? We didn’t expect you to be back so soon.” Rachel admitted, heavy concern in her voice.

“I’m managing. I already have enough stuff going on right now, and the last thing I need is to be fired.” You told them, taking a sip from your coffee.

Working would be a welcome distraction from all the shit going on in your head. If you spent one more day home alone, you’d probably drive yourself crazy, if you hadn’t already.

“______, I just wanted to say I’m so sorry about what happened. And there’s no pressure to this, but Rachel and I would like to do an interview-”

“Jed!“ Rachel snapped, shutting him up. “Now’s not the time.”

“No, it’s fine. I’d like to talk about it, actually.” You told her. She seemed surprised at that. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I think talking about it could helpt.” You shrugged.

“Okay. I just….I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it. So, I’m sorry, but I think you’ll have to do the interview with Jed for now.” She confessed, before walking out.

You watched as she left before looking back at Jed. She seemed more shaken up about this than you were. “Is she okay?”

“I think so. She’s just upset because she was pretty close with Lucia. Apparently, they went to High school together.” He told you.

You felt some guilt pang inside of you, biting the inside of your cheek. Just another consequence of your stupid selfish actions.

“We don’t have to do this today. I’m sorry, you just got back and I saw an opportunity and got ahead of myself. It was inconsiderate, and we can wait for as long as you need-”

“No, no, I’m okay. I want to do this. I need to.” You reassured him.

“Whatever you say. I’ll go get the conference room set up.”

–

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jed asked for what felt like the hundredth time. “Yes, I told you, I’m fine.”

“Okay, I was just making sure. If you want to stop or feel uncomfortable or anything, just say the word and we’ll stop, okay?” You nodded at his words.

“Alright, you ready?”

“Ready.” With that, Jed pressed play on the recorder, starting the tape. “So, tell me about that night.”

“Well, It seemed pretty normal at first and I was going in for my shift, like any other night. But then I started noticing things. The closed sign was flipped even though it was way too early, and the restaurant seemed like it was half cleaned. I called out to see if anyone was there but no one said anything. It was like the place was just abandoned. But then, I walked into the kitchen and I saw- I saw-”

You felt yourself get choked up, the words lodged in your throat. “What did you see?”

“I saw the blood. There was so much blood and the scent of it..it made me sick. And then I saw Lucia, dead, on the floor. She had been stabbed repeatedly, and she wasn’t moving. Then I heard a groaning and gurgling sound, and it was Jesse. His throat was being slit, and I watched as he died, watched the life drain from his eyes, and I saw him do it.”

Jed took notes rapidly, keeping up with your words with ease. He adjusted his glasses, clearing his throat. “Who’s him?”

“Ghostface. It was Ghostface. It was dark so I couldn’t see him. All I saw was the mask, and the glint of his knife. I was frozen and in shock. I just stood in place and watched it as it happened, taking it all in. I was scared at how easily he could kill. How a human could do it with little to no emotion. He did it so easily it was like muscle memory and he- he enjoyed it. I just- I don’t know. The next thing I knew, he was gone. I found Nate, he was hurt pretty bad, and was bleeding a lot, but he was alive, and that’s all that mattered. I called 911 and they rushed him to the hospital, and, yeah.”

“Did he say anything to you?” You shook your head. “It was like he disappeared into thin air. One second he was there, the next he was gone.”

“And how do you feel about losing these people that you were close with? About him taking them from you?”

“I feel horrible. Jesse and Lucia were such kind people and they were like family to me. They didn't deserve that. No one does. But I’m grateful to be alive, too. And I’m also…I’m also mad. Clearly, if a killer could get away with something like this, then the police aren’t doing enough. They need to do more, enforce the curfew, patrol around areas where he’s been. Make some sort of effort to find out who’s doing this. Honestly, I have little faith in them. And if they won’t do something about this- then- then I will. I’ll find out who this murderer is, and I’ll catch him and make sure that bastard gets the electric chair.”

Jed stopped the tape, staring at you. Yeah, you may have gotten a bit too carried away and let a bit too much anger out.

You took a couple deep breaths, calming yourself. “Sorry, was that too much?”

“No, it was perfect.”

[anonbinaryweirdo]

Ella's gone forever now so guess what I'm doing

stella: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

×-×-×

oliver: That was so hot, stella.

oliver: I'm so in love with you.

×-×-×

oliver, sweating: stella, there’s something I need to ask you-

stella: Finally! You’re proposing!

oliver: How’d you know?

stella: oliver, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

stella: I even picked it up once.

×-×-×

oliver, with a headache: Advil me up, daddy.

stella: I will short out the language centre of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.

×-×-×

oliver: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

stella: AS ENEMIES?!

oliver:

×-×-×

oliver: Are you tall enough to play basketball though?

stella: Are you calling me short?

oliver: I'm calling you vertically challenged.

×-×-×

oliver: stella is playing hard to get.

oliver: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

×-×-×

oliver: My hands are cold.

stella: Here, let me hold them.

oliver: My lips are cold too.

stella: *covers oliver's mouth with their hand*

×-×-×

oliver: Stay foxy.

stella: Die lonely.

×-×-×

oliver: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

stella: It was autocorrect.

oliver: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

stella: Yes.

×-×-×

stella, talking about oliver: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH THEM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? THEY DID. THEY KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.

×-×-×

stella: Wow, oliver, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

oliver: We literally slept together yesterday.

stella: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

×-×-×

oliver: Get your hand off my shield!

stella: There's like a million other shields.

oliver: Take that one, it has a flower on it. Girls like flowers.

stella: *hits oliver with the shield* Oops! Now this one has blood on it.

×-×-×

oliver, barging in: Syphilis!

stella:

oliver:

stella: Pardon?

×-×-×

oliver: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

stella: This is a lie.

stella: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie.

stella: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

×-×-×

oliver: Are we fighting or flirting?

stella: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

oliver: Your point?

×-×-×

*at a zoo*

oliver: What are they in for?

stella: oliver, this isn't prison.

oliver: So they can leave?

stella: No, but-

oliver, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

×-×-×

*oliver is crying after a breakup*

stella: There there, oliver.

oliver, still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room?

stella: Great question—

×-×-×

oliver: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

stella: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

oliver: I said within reason, stella. How about I murder that guy?

stella: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?

oliver: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

×-×-×

stella: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

oliver: Oh. We're going out?

stella: Wh...

×-×-×

oliver: Just be yourself. Say something nice.

stella: Which one? I can't do both.

×-×-×

oliver: I know every song to ever exist it doesn't matter if it's from the past, present or the future.

stella: Oh yeah? Then continue this.

stella: I don't cook I don't clean-

oliver: So let me tell you how I got this ring.

oliver & stella: .....

oliver & stella: GOBBLE ME, SWALLOW ME-

×-×-×

oliver: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

stella: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?

oliver: I—

oliver: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

×-×-×

oliver: Talk dirty to me, baby~

stella: The dishes.

oliver: Wh-

stella: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

×-×-×

stella: When I die I want oliver to lower me into my grave so they can let me down one last time.

×-×-×

stella: Wow, they really hate us.

oliver: Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic.

stella: But we’re not gay, oliver.

oliver:

stella:

oliver: We’re not?

×-×-×

stella: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

oliver: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

stella: But you’re always acting stupid?

oliver: ...

oliver: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

×-×-×

oliver: *Hugs stella from behind*

oliver: *Tucks stella's hair behind their ear*

oliver, whispering: Eat all the frosted animal crackers again and they'll never find your body.

×-×-×

stella: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might.

oliver: I LIKE OREOS AND PUSSY-

×-×-×

oliver: Bonjour, stella. Voulez–vous coucher avec moi?

stella: No, I don't want to sleep with you.

oliver: Is that what that means? Oh, man, I had a really gross tennis instructor.

×-×-×

stella: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

oliver: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

×-×-×

oliver: Shouldn't get stressed out, it's not good for the baby.

stella: What baby?

oliver, crying a bit: Me.

×-×-×

stella: Quick! You must come with me! Your in great danger!

oliver: Why?!

stella: Because I’ll kill you if you don’t.

×-×-×

oliver: stella, what do you call people you go out with but don’t try to sleep with?

stella: ...People?

×-×-×

[summersnow82]

The Scent of Roses - Part 7

Fanfiction_X-Men

Fictober 2023_Prompt 15: “Fine, explain it to me.”

.......

Hank stood over Sabrina’s sleeping form and sighed, relieved she wasn’t conscious. He’d run through about half a dozen things to say to her, and none of them seemed right. He took a moment to study her features: long, wavy blonde hair spread over her pillow like a halo, ivory skin that looked paler than normal, and a brow furrowed by whatever dream filled her head. She was gloveless and wearing one of the many gray t-shirts Charles kept in the subbasement. She shivered, and Hank carefully pulled the blanket up over her shoulder. She made a small whimper, and Hank instinctively reached out to stroke her hair.

“She’s all right, Hank,” Jean said softly. “It’s just a nightmare.”

Hank frowned, continuing to stroke Sabrina’s hair. She seemed calmer by the motion, and it seemed to calm him as well. “She still has those?” He recalled the screaming when she’d first arrived at the mansion, the intensity of the nightmares after her first case with the kidnapped boy.

“I’m not sure that’s something we ever grow out of,” Jean said almost wistfully. “But I wish it was.”

“Is it true?” He spared his old friend a glance. “How she feels for me?”

Jean clucked her tongue, and looked away. “I’m not sure -.”

“Please, Jean.” Hank turned to look at her, and she saw how tired and disheveled he looked. “Have I really been so blind all these years?”

“Oh, Hank.” She nodded. “Yes. Yes, I’m afraid so.”

“And she did this because of me.” It wasn’t a question, and he turned back to the blonde.

“No. No, Hank.” Jean’s voice was firm, and he felt her place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “This was her choice. You know how impetuous Sabrina can be. How deeply she cares.”

Hank took a shaky breath, and shook his head. “No. No, apparently I don’t.” His chest felt heavy, and he suddenly felt so, so tired. “I think I’ll stay here a bit longer if you don’t mind.”

Jean nodded. “Of course. Good night, Hank.”

……

Sometime in the wee hours of the morning Sabrina awoke. Her head felt tremendously better, and for a moment she was tempted to slip upstairs to her own bed. The form in the bed next to her made her reconsider.

She’d always thought Hank was beautiful – before and after his furry, blue mutation – and she found him even more so as he slept. He’d removed his suit jacket and tie, draping them over the side of a nearby chair, unbuttoned enough of his shirt to reveal more thick, blue fur, and removed his shoes.

For a moment she wondered why he was down here with her instead of in his own comfortable bed, but she shrugged the thought away. Jean probably needed a break, and Hank got stuck babysitting. Even as an adult she still felt like a child amongst them sometimes. She swept her hair over her shoulder, and slid further under the covers. She’d deal with these thoughts in the morning; for now, she’d try to get a few more hours of sleep.

……..

When Hank woke up he found Sabrina’s bed empty. It had been ridiculous to sleep in Med Bay on those sad, firm little twin beds, but he could not bring himself to leave Sabrina’s side. Apparently she did not have that problem. He grunted, grabbing his things, and headed up for the kitchen. Surely someone would have a proper pot of coffee brewing at this hour.

He expected to see someone in the kitchen, but he was surprised to see that someone was Sabrina. Her long blonde hair hung loose, and she was still wearing the t-shirt from last night, and a pair of navy sweatpants. Her feet and hands were bare, and her eyes were glowing a lovely jade green.

“You’re dressed awfully casual,” he quipped from behind her, and she jumped, a hand fluttering to her chest. He couldn’t help but chuckle as she turned to face him.

“Hank! You scared me.” She smiled, shaking her head. “I didn’t wake you, did I?” A short jerk of his head told her no, and her smile widened. “Oh, good. Sorry you got roped into babysitting me.” She turned back to the counter behind her where she was gathering ingredients. “Those beds are hard on your back.”

“Babysitting?” Hank frowned, and he cocked his head to the side.

“That’s why you were down there, right?” She asked, her back still to him as she worked. “I assume Jean needed a reprieve.”

“I was down there because you were there.” His tone was harder than intended, but it got her attention. Her busy hands stopped, and she turned to face him. “You want to tell me just what you were thinking?” She opened her mouth to reply, but he didn’t give her a chance to answer. He advanced, crowding her space, firmly planting a large hand on either side of her. Her eyes widened a touch, and her cheeks flushed in a way he found pleasing. “She could’ve killed you.” His voice was low, laced with frustration and concern.

“Well,” Sabrina replied, trying not to show how the closeness was effecting her. “She didn’t. I’m fine. I’m craving blueberry pancakes, which I assume is a comfort food for her because I’ve been craving them since Med Bay. So, if you don’t mind - .”

Hank leaned in closer, taking her off guard. His mouth was drawn in a tight line, and his stunning blue eyes were locked onto hers. “I mind, Sabrina. I mind quite a bit. Especially when I’m the reason you’re taking such dumb risks.”

Sabrina’s jaw clenched at his words. “You give yourself far too much credit, McCoy.”

McCoy. She rarely used his surname in conversation, and when she did she was either riding a competitive high or highly irate. “Fine,” he growled. “Explain it to me.”

She leaned in, her nose almost brushing his, and firmly, but quietly said, “No.”

“Sabrina.” He growled her name, and he noted with pleasure how she shivered in response.

“I’m not a child, Hank, and I’m tired of you treating me like one.” She thrust her chin out at the statement, haughty and defiant. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Was she always this cute when she argued? He closed the gap, pressing his body into hers, and she gasped. “Hank!”

The smirk won – he couldn’t help it. Her blush deepened, and surprise took over her anger. “You need to be more mindful of your actions, Sabrina Fair,” he murmured softly, his mouth achingly close to hers. “For those of us who care for you.” Her breath was shaky, and her chest was rising and falling faster than normal. Hank imagined her heart racing, and something about the thought made him grin.

“You’re not my father, Hank.” He was sure she meant to sound defiant, but her words had a breathless quality he found highly attractive.

Hank arched a brow, pulling back enough to observe her. “Of that I am quite aware. I believe my contact from the other night indicated as much.” Sabrina’s blush deepened, and he decided to push. He leaned in slowly, his breath tickling her ear as he softly said, “I’ve heard the most interesting rumor, my dear.”

She took a shaky breath. “Oh?”

“It’s about you,” he said, pulling back enough to meet her still glowing eyes. His gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips, “and me.” He leaned in to close the gap, but she jerked her head away. “Sabrina?” He pulled back, confused. He thought their argument turned flirtation was moving in a positive direction, but instead she looked...wounded.

“How could you?” She whispered, staring at him for a moment before shoving past him, and hurrying out of the kitchen.

Hank slumped against the kitchen counter. One moment they were moving in a spectacularly glorious direction, and then suddenly they weren’t. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. This was becoming a trend with the two of them. Whatever this was between Sabrina and himself it was not like any other courtship he’d experienced.

…unless you counted all those awkward attempts with Raven all those years ago. Hank groaned. He thought he’d outgrown that, but apparently not. At least not with women he cared about.

His head jerked up, startled at the thought. “Oh, my stars and garters.” The idea was not what he was expecting first thing in the morning, nor was the rejection he’d just faced. He needed coffee – strong coffee – before he thought about this any further.

…….

Sabrina pressed her back against her bedroom door, struggling to catch her breath. She’d run the whole way to her room, stunned by Hank’s words. What exactly had he heard? If she’d let him kiss her she would’ve seen it, but after the past few days she wasn’t so sure she wanted Hank kissing her again.

At least not until she knew it was because he wanted to kiss her, and not because of some rebound or emotional confusion.

She groaned, heading to her bathroom to turn the shower on. She was still supposed to teach today, and she was woefully unprepared. She doubted the kids would be emotionally able to take in anything too heavy which might be beneficial. Perhaps she’d use it as an open forum to discuss this so called cure. Charles and the rest of the X-Men were able to quell most of the instant fear, confusion, and jubilation, but she knew they’d have remaining thoughts and questions.

What had Hank heard? The question kept coming back to her with a flurry of answers, each more embarrassing than the last. Did he know she’d cried herself to sleep the first time he’d gone on a date after Raven’s death? Did he know how she used to read all the same books he’d read just for possible conversation starters? Did he know her relationship with Warren had ultimately failed because she was still too hung up on him?

“So pathetic,” she groaned, resting her head against the shower wall. The hot water was a welcoming salve to her wounded ego. Perhaps that was the problem with loving the same person since her teenage years. She’d grown up, but she had a plethora of memories to remind her of behaviors and decisions she’d never pursue now. She cringed at the thought of dressing for a man now, no matter who he was, or reading a book solely because he’d read it, too. Hank may have loved The Evolution of Time and Space: A Love Story, but she’d found it droll and sleep-inducing. She preferred Agatha Christie or Terry Pratchett, and she was no longer afraid to say so. She loved Hank, but she loved herself more. She wiped the fogged up mirror, and stared at her reflection for a moment.

“Maybe it’s time to let him go, Sabrina,” she said to her reflection, a heaviness settling in her stomach. She looked at the clock, and groaned. She was going to be late to class if she didn’t get moving. Her thoughts on Hank would have to wait – right now she had other tasks to tackle.

[echantedtoon]

Rules Of One's Soul Ch7 Realizing Feelings P3

He felt strangely numb for the rest of the day. It didn't matter how much he tried to strain a smile or look happy for Lancer's sake, he just felt....numb. Well, maybe numb wasn't the right word. He felt more like he hadn't slept in a whole year....Maybe part of that statement was true, he couldn't really remember the last time he got a good night's sleep since....Yeah. Better not dig up any old memories right now. Better focus on Jevil giving who was him a worried glance every so often. Honestly, he didn't know what the Jester used to do before he was locked up or what he would do now that he was rehired and pardoned by Lancer, but he was pretty sure hovering behind them and following the duo around the castle was taking care of royal business was not it. Rouxls was starting to become really uncomfortable with all the stares they were getting from everyone else around them, most were terrorfied with shock or confusion at seeing the crazy joker floating behind the Duke and King Lancer. Even the other kings were wary, except King Heart. He had too much of an open heart it seemed. It made him even more tired from the amount of emotions that waved through his mind, which he really shouldn't be focusing right now.Right now was the time to focus on doing as much as possible to prepare Lancer for the ten days of his absence. He's barely be able to clean up his room, let alone run an entire kingdom by himself.

But he still couldn't help but have that small voice in the back of his mind say it wouldn't be so bad. He would use some space and a nice vacation was overdue.....But he made a promise to her and himself to take care of Lancer. No matter what. Did he really trust this jester just a few days after he was sent loose? Yes, answered a silent voice ringing from the back. Not much, echoed another. He groaned again and tried to shake those feelings off. Right now he needed to focus. Focus!

He had to shake his head and refocus his skattered mind into the conversation at hand-

"- s-so anyways, to help lift our subjects spirits in this new era of reconstruction I'd thought we should open the castle more to our loving subjects," the King of Hearts brought a tentacle arm to rub at the back of his neck sheepishly.

Oh...right. Did he miss that much of the conversation? He straightened his back up and tried once again to focus his attention into this conversation, or at least what attention he had left. Lancer was sitting at the table next to him looking a mixture of bored and confused to what the adult kings were going on about, while Jevil was being awfully quiet just hovering above near the ceiling, he would've chuckled if he wasn't already trying to pay attention to something else at the moment.

"Don't you think that'll cost a whole lot?"

"There he goes again with the 'I don't like spending attitude'."

Oh, please. He really didn't want to deal with another fight between the Clubs and Rudinn right now. The two could go on for hours on end if no one stopped them. But someone must've heard his silent prayers because that wasn't what had happened. Instead the Rudinn gave the multi-headed king a look and spat out-

"No! I mean it'll cost a lot to put together something for hundreds upon hundreds of subjects and we don't even have enough to cover even a third of that amount. And don't you forget we're still trying to piece together what's left of what Spade left behind?"

"Of course I didn't forget!," one of the heads barked back, "I'm just saying you usually worry about your money problem!''

"Oh, so now I have a money problem-!"

"Gentlemen, Please! Not in front of the child." The poor Heart looked exhausted already and the meeting's only been-....Actually he lost count of how much time had passed, but the other two kings at least respected the poor hathy's words enough to not fight right now at least. Thank goodness. "Thank you." He breathed out a sigh. "Now I know we can't invite all our subjects but we should at least encourage others to celebrate one of our oldest customs."

"I'm bored-"

Rouxls hushed Lancer before giving a nervous smile back at the other 3 kings. "Children. H-He's just a bit tired-"

"But it's boooooriiing." The small spade slapped his hands onto the table and stood onto his chair. "Let's make it more exciting!"

Rouxls groaned but King Heart chuckled at the child's action and asked, "Oh, Really? Well, why don't you tell us what you think would make this event less 'boring' to you?"

Lancer paused for a moment and gave that famous confused look with his tongue stuck between his front teeth before looking back up at him. "Um.....How about food!? Food's always good."

"What kind then?"

It was clear that by the smile on the giant hathy that he was enjoying asking the little child what he thought about this. It was kinda cute to watch in all honesty, but the little boy didn't see it that way as he beamed at the notion of being asked his own ideas.

"We need to...How did Susie say it was-..Make it POP! We need something fun like-...Like...Uh..."

Rouxls leaned next to him. "How doth fireworks sound?"

His face lit up immediately. "Yeah! Fireworks sound awesome! Oh, oh. And lots and lots of food and music! I can play splat noises from my ipod!"

"Young, Sire. I thinketh thine noises wouldn't be appropriate for a romantic evening for a mostly adult audience." Lancer gave a small pout which made the Duke roll his eyes. "We can invite thou's friends if you oh so wish."

''....But I don't know where Susie and Kris live....But Ralsei practically lives next door!"

"Well, since thou has made up his mind, we shouldst really focus on the topic of the dungeon conditions-"

"Now what a second," the Rudinn king leaned across the table and gave a look, "We still need to discuss the budget of this whole thing-" One of King Clubs's heads groaned while the others gave various looks from confusion to 'I'm so done', Making Diamond give a hiss back. "Not like that! I mean, our funds are limited towards rebuilding and our subjects as it is. How are we going to fund all this food and fireworks?"

"...We could make it a potluck charity ball?," the Heart meeakly suggested, "We could have everyone bring a dish and donate a miniture wage?"

"That's a brilliant idea!" "Hey! I would've thought of that too!" "You wish!" Honestly, can his heads ever agree on something?

"Now that is out of the way, doth I may request that we-"

"Can we have a chocolate fountain?!" Lancer's voice suddenly skyrocketed in new excitement. "And cake and...and ...and whatever that noodle dish is called?!"

The heart chuckled. "If someone brings it, sure."

Lancer gave a babble of delight before turning to Rouxls, "I gotta go tell the cooks! And have someone go tell Ralsei! This is gonna be the best mushy party ever! HO HO HO!! "

"What!? Lancer wait-" The small spade didn't give another thought as he jumped down from his chair and pushed past his legs. He once again tried to call out to the excited child to stop him but the small spade excitedly bounced his way out the door doing his tiny impression of a Santa Claus. The worm sighed and reached up a hand to rub his face. He really didn't have the energy to keep up with a child like this.

"Well, I guess this meeting is over." "Good! I want to see Clover! Right now!" "I'm pretty sure she's asleep by now?"

The other three kings mumble among themselves and stood up from the large table. Looks like he wasn't going to get to actually talk about security today.

"Tired, tired you look." He didn't look up from his hand as Jevil casually floated next to him, giving him a questioning look. "Why not, not just turn in?"

"I'm still angry at thou's antics," he slowly turned from his hand to give the imp a tired disgruntled look, raising a brow, "And I will do no such thing until mine king sleeps, and he's nay asleep or tired."

Jevil hummed and nodded in agreement with his statement. "Understandable, understandable-...But he's a king now, he can handle a little nap time." This made Rouxls raise his brow higher as if to say, 'Art thou serious?' and Jevil giggled at the reaction. "I'm more than capable of putting, putting the younge child to bed and spinning a tale good enough to impress, impress the sandman himself.~"

"Thou? Put Lancer to sleep? Bah!" The tired worm stood up on tired legs, giving the gremlin a frown. "I shan't heareth it! Mine boy is-"

"Growing up, up and needs to learn how to be king without the interference of a mother hen." He tutted and shook his head at the worm's constant worrying again, "I do hope you do not act, act like that when our children are brought into our world.~ It'd be a bad influence on the poor child.~"

The worm's face went from a comical expression of confused, to utter shock, to a deep purple. He seemed to go blank for a moment and just gave out a few angry sputters at the jester's innocent smile before he just turned around dramatically-...Which did nothing but set off another series of giggles, and in a moment worthy of his title, the Duke gave off a flustered growl and stomped his way out of the room..Too bad the laughing imp followed right behind him, telling him "R-Rouxls, Rouxls. D-Don't do that. Just think about all the cute little memories, memories we'd make."

"N-NAY! I don't need this! I-I shan't hear of it!" He sped up his long strides towards where he suspected Lancer had bounced off too, too bad Jevil was able to keep up easily. "L-Leave me you...you ghastly worm! I'm too tired to dealest with this."

"Rouxls. I'm sorry, sorry. But please let me see your blueberry face.~"

"Nay!"

A couple others had stopped and took a look at the strange duo walking past, giving them strange looks. Honestly looked more like an old married couple than a royal Duke being trailed by a Jester. And to be honest Rouxls didn't like what must have been going through their heads at this point, seeing the crazed jester float around him giggling and following like a lost love struck puppy and how blue his face must've been at the moment didn't help his cause either. A force sudden made itself known on his head and two arms snaked their way around his neck. A purr sounded out as something snuggled into the shiny hair on his head, he ended up freezing and turned his eyes upwards towards the imp nuzzling into him. Jevil sighed and purred out some mumbled about him being 'cool and soft to the touch.' His normally cool face heated up a purple hue and he let out a small squeak. Jevil giggled hearing that and laid his head flat against the top of Rouxls's head. What followed was another weird noise from Rouxls before the worm man waved his arms up and above his head in a sort of flailing like motion startling the jester and whoever was left watching. The worm whirled around and gave the startled jester a flustered look, Jevil gave a startled look back and blinked.

"...T-Thou needst t-to calmeth thineself down."

"Oh....Why? Do you not like, like physical affection?"

"I...I..." His eyes went around to the few surrounding watchers and gulped. "N-N-Nay in public."

Jevil continued to stare at the flustered worm before a realization came over him. "Oh, I see. Bwahaha. Keep things, things professional at work. I understamd, understand perfectly." He let off another purr before giving those same pink eyes from earlier this morning with the pink hearts. "More on the professional, professional when needed. Perfectly understandable. We have, have a whole ten days to make up for it.~"

The tone he used plus the wink he gave after sent a shiver up Rouxls spine plus a throb from his soul. He decided to cut losses and just turn and leave to go find Lancer. Not surprisingly Jevil wasn't too far behind. Like he suspected, he eventually found Lancer stuffing his face with leftover food in the kitchen, making a mess. The child looked tired though. Hopefully enough to go to bed. It took Rouxls a while to convince the spade stuffing his face that he should head to bed, but luckily Lancer was complient and agreed to his bedtime. Now all that was left to do was deal with the purple stalker he had on his tail. He just wanted to go back home and sleep already. He made it about halfway down the hall from Lancer's room before a clawed hand grabbed onto his shoulder and the smiling face of Jevil came into view.

"Let me take, take you back."

"N-No thank you....I'm more than capable of going home."

"In the rain?" He pointed his other hand towards the window near them where rain could still be seen pouring down. "You still look tired,tired. Allow me to help, help."

"N-No-"

"I know you're too exhausted, exhausted to work magic right now." Rouxls froze but eventually gave off a sigh to Jevil's happiness.

"Fine. B-But only once-"

No sooner had he said that than Jevil suddenly shot his hand out and grabbed his, making him flinch and look at the smiling purple face. Jevil gave off a series of giggles as his only warning before the room around them suddenly darkened and a compression feeling squeezed his chest. He clamped his eyes shut at sensation of the air being forced out of his lungs and his body being stretched out like some rubber toy, it was quite the uncomfortable feeling to be honest. Would not recommend traveling like this. His way of teleporting was a lot more peaceful, all it took was a few ideal moments of senseless non-motion and then some sparkling light. Not this compressed madness. None the less, it all ended almost as soon as it began when he suddenly was slapped back down onto his feet. His body stumbled and nearly fell over but Jevil still had a hold of his hand and quickly pulled Rouxls back up into a standing coughing fit of a man. His vision swirled and his lungs felt like they were underwater as he sputtered and forced himself to gulp down oxygen into his poor body. Jevil patted his back and continued to sorta encourage Rouxls, strange but appreciated. When he was finally able to blink past the blurred scenes, he was able to make out a table of some kind he was leaning against. Dust covered the top and when he slowly removed his hand it left a print...Oh. That'll explain the excess couching and fire burning in his lungs. Jevil's teleportation must've made some of the dust fly into the air when they popped in.

"I don't suppose you two are done for the day?", a soft voice called out a little ways from them. Their sudden pop in had startled the cat, but he quickly calmed down once he recognized the two. Rouxls's looked over at the cat sitting on the bed, a book in his paws. The worm rose a brow and gave Seam a look.

"W-Was...Was thou sitting here reading all day?"

Seam chuckled before closing the book and setting it on the bed before standing up. "Only since you all left me stranded here seven hours ago. I'm afraid I'm not too fond of going home in the rain. But I do enjoy the peace and quiet of reading while listening to the rain outside." He gestured to the store window and the water running down it.

Rouxls gave a groan and straightened himself up. "Well thou can now leaveth with thine gremlin over here-" he nodded towards Jevil '' -without the worries of getting rained upon."

"Oh, come now. Come now." Jevil's face popped back up to his side vision. "It's your time to relax-"

"Which would be when I'm sleeping without disturbance from thou."

".....Oh. Right. You do need, need to recover from no-sleepitis.~"

Seam rose an eyebrow and gave Jevil a curious look. "No-sleepitis?...Aha..Hahaha. I'm pretty sure that's called insomnia Jevil."

The imp shrugged and giggled a bit more. "All it took was just a little, little child encouragement and common sense to the rules.~"

Rouxls gave a grunt and pushed Jevil's face away from his own. "I think thou shouldst leave now, it's getting rather late as it is."

"Aw. No fun, no fun.~"

"Come on now, Jevil. We should respect the Duke's sleeping condition."

Surprisingly Jevil listened to the old cat and floated over towards him, but not before giving the worm another purr and wink. Rouxls scrunched his face up but his face flushed a blue again. He really wished it would stop that. Seam held out his paw to the floating Jevil who took it without question, Seam took one last look back at Rouxls and gave a small wave before his shape was suddenly whipped. Literally. His form whipped back along with Jevil and in an instant, the two weirdos vanished without sound. Rouxls stood there blinking for the next couple seconds at where the two used to stand, before shaking his head and turning his back towards the area where they were. He just needed to lay down and have a small moment to himself for a while....And try to sort out all these thoughts and emotions zig zagging over one another in his head.

Seam on the other hand was quite adiment on giving the poor duke some alone time away from Jevil's constant affection. The poor guy looked tired enough, though Seam wasn't quite sure what Jevil meant by 'common sense of rules' or 'child encouragement'. The teleportation to his own Sheap was a matter of seconds away, and while Rouxls obviously wasn't used to the sudden teleporting Seam after years of Jevil using the spell, he was quite used to the effects so all he ended up with was a small stumble upon landing. He turned to the small jester after a few moments of regaining himself and opened his mouth to ask about what happened, when the fool suddenly doubled over giggling and hugging his sides.

"Well...You seem happy. Care to include an old friend on what you mean?"

"Seam, Seam! My opportunity, opportunity has sprung! My soul, soul beats hard for my heart's desire, desire!" He giggled more which in turn caused the cat to tilt in held in question. "You see,you see! My desire has told me he shares the same emotions my soul, soul has for him, him! It's absolute chaos, chaos!" The imp fell back in a flourish of squeals and giggles that Seam couldn't help but smile at.

"Really now? Well, it sounds like you too have made a real connection. But you should keep it down before you wake Mak. It takes forever to get a child to sleep."

"Hahaha. Agreed, Agreed."

Seam smiled before walking his way over to the couch. "Now...I don't suppose you mind filling me in on what happened while you were away do you?"

Jevil smiled in glee. "Seam, Seam. I have a tale, tale to spin to you."

[godsnameisjoy]

METALLIC

Date: 12 October 2023

Duration: 53 minutes at 9:46 PM

Depth:

The article posted with today’s blog entry is a repeat. I last posted the same article link for my blog update dated 3 October. I have added it today for the list of sounds it has in it.

Since June of 2023, I have been experiencing the meditational phenomenon of perceiving sounds from within my head. Not every meditation since June have I ‘heard’ clacks, clicks, ticks and flicks but I have experienced the phenomenon through enough number of meditations to speak of it as a regular feature of my meditations since June.

Until last night, there were percussion sounds only. Last night, for the first time ever, I ‘heard’ a bell like sound. ❤️❤️❤️. It was awfully faint but distinctly ‘heard’. It was like the sound of a gently struck extremely thin piece of metal. It was as if I was able to ‘hear’ it only because there was enough inner silence to be able to hear a sound so fine. It was a fine sound and so pleasant.

I ‘heard’ the usual percussion like sounds too. They were fewer in number than some other meditations. And they were far more forceful last night than any night before.

I still feel that hearing sounds coming from within one’s head during meditation has to do with interiorising one’s sense of hearing. All of us do it unconsciously in our nightly sleep but meditation is the opportunity to do it with awareness. Apart from an interiorised sense organ, experience tells me that to perceive meditation induced sounds, one has to have advanced optimally as a meditator.

The optimal requirement is to collect freed life energies until it breaches the head via the spine. Sounds impossible, right? Sounds wild, right? Sounds incredulous, right? It’s a strong ‘no’ for all three. If I, a 48 year old mother of 2, can get around experiencing something that has only been written in a handful of Hindu scriptures, then anyone can.

And having experienced something that I would otherwise consider esoteric, I want the reader to take my word when I say that there isn’t a higher pleasure than experiencing spiritual phenomenon. And mind you, where I am at, is only having the blessing of the right phenomenon.

It is still not sainthood or arriving at nirvana or whatever else ‘arriving’ is called in any given religion or their sects. The phenomenon of hearing vibrationless sounds during meditation, acts as a spiritual guide. I now know that I am on the right track. I am blessed to know that I am on the right track. I don’t know who has blessed me. I don’t know that Being. Not yet.

After last night’s meditation, I slept with a smile on my face, like I did the night before.

[mcrmadness]

Love it when my brain throws a jetlag over me at 4pm and when I haven't even traveled since last summer.

I can literally feel it how filled my body is with melatonin right now. I feel as if I hadn't slept at all yet I did sleep from roughly 2am to 8am BECAUSE MY BODY REFUSED TO SLEEP ANY LONGER.

So my brain has no right to make me feel THIS drowsy if it itself refused to stay asleep when it still could :|

And I don't want to take a nap right now because then I'll just sleep for hours and again can't sleep at night. I'm not even, like, actually tired but I feel like I'd have taken a melatonin pill. I literally feel artificially tired. Mostly it is because my body just doesn't like being awake during daytime. I'm always drowsy and the brighter it gets, the more tired I get. I have the curtains closed in my bedroom because it created a sensation of the night and it helps me a little to avoid becoming that tired. If I don't have the curtains closed and it's sunny outside, I get so drowsy I hardly can keep my eyes open and I actually start to fall asleep while doing things.

But I'll try to keep this up for now because the next two weeks will be busy because of school, and I need to be able to get up early enough each day. Early meaning anything before noon.

Gosh I wish I could just go to sleep right now. I could even drink coffee now if I drank coffee, that's how awfully tired I feel right now! I hate it because it also causes sensory sensations that prevent me from focusing on anything cos my only thought is "I wish I was in bed".

[hurryupharry]

renewed

hello my lovies! THANK YOU for all the love on promises (which is part one to this story). i'm so happy you love it as much as i do - it is all for you to enjoy. here is the highly, highly requested part two. highly recommend listening to sweet creature while you read. enjoy x

pairing: harry x reader word count: ~2,200 warnings: all fluff... + some mention of sex ps. sorry in advance to all of you named emily, it's not personal ;)

Groggy and blinking away the sleep from your eyes, your arm instinctively pats the area to your right in search of his warmth - hoping to feel his firm chest, or if you missed it, his face, mouth agape in a state of slumber. You got neither of it though. The sheets were awfully cold, not even a dip in the bed to tell you he’d just gotten up ahead of you. That’s when you recalled the events that transpired last night, eyes squeezing shut in agony as they replayed in your head.

You hadn’t slept well, of course. What you said last night wasn’t just in the heat of the moment - the last time he released an album, you hadn’t settled down in your work and weren’t tied down to anything. Wherever he went, you followed. This time was different though, you had your own dreams to chase. Unlike what most of the media thinks, your goal in life isn’t just to watch him succeed. You wanted to, too.

Reaching over to pick your phone up, your heart sunk a little seeing a message from Harry. He wasn’t much of a texting guy, he much preferred short phone calls where he’d get to hear your voice loving on him and tell you just how much he loved you straight from his mouth. Your finger hovered over the play button. The message could’ve been anything, you thought. He could’ve broken up with you right there in that message, and you grappled with the idea of that being a possibility. But he’d never do that to you – and if there was one thing you were confident about, it was that Harry Styles would never break up with you over text.

H ♥ 🎵 Audio message

“I say we just go with what we have right now, H - it sounds good,” you heard Mitch’s voice speak softly in the background. “No, has to be perfect, Mitch… S’ just missing something,” there he was, and you could just imagine him shaking his head, the almost inaudible sound of his pen tapping against his notebook a telling sign that they were in the studio.

“… You bring me home. Wherever I go – and I want the next one t’ be something like,” he hums to the chorus of Sweet Creature - one of your favourite songs. “When I– when I run out of road…” he croons quietly, as if slowly putting the pieces together. “You bring me home.”

“Fuck, man – that’s the one,” he breathes out, and you can picture him smiling, dimple on full display, quickly scribbling the lyrics down. “She’ll love it H, don’t you worry. Y/N adores anything you make, even if you write about anything or anyone else.”

“No, I know. Just want it t’ be good, you know how much she means to me… Never been able to put it into words before this.”

Tears pooled in your eyes, threatening to spill as you reached the end of the recording. You never assumed the song was about you, and strangely enough, you’d never asked. He thought you did, considering how much you loved it, and you just never discussed it. Putting your phone down, you made your way to your shared bedroom, the door slightly ajar so you could peek in. He wasn’t there.

The lack of any music in the home reaffirmed that it was just you around. Walking over to the living room, you almost burst into tears seeing an all-too-familiar banana walnut muffin on the coffee table, sat perfectly next to a bright pink sticky note. It was your favourite from the little coffee shop down the road where the old ladies loved greeting Harry and yourself by mimicking the sound of wedding bells.

‘Put on a warm coat. You know where to find me. x H’

You used to do this all the time on lazy Saturday mornings together. Pop by that coffee shop, buy banana walnut muffins and your morning coffee - a little sweeter on the weekends, just because. He’d already have his juice in hand, made fresh himself. You’d then sit on your beloved park bench, the one with flowers growing out the cracks in the stone, and watch the world go by for an hour or two. Of course you knew where to find him. It was the place where you talked about falling in love, dreamt of the future and pondered over what names your kids would have. He hoped meeting you there would remind you of everything you’d envisioned together.

Bundled up in a blue coat and that mohair sweater he loved to death, you spotted him instantly. He looked tense, fingers grabbing onto the seat of the bench, eyes scanning the entrances of the park to make sure he didn’t miss you. You could see him relax a little once he saw you, his right hand lifting into the air to wave you over. He even offered you a small, timid smile. Didn’t seem like he got much sleep either, his eyes a little droopy and tired, skin looking more dull than usual.

“Hi, my love,” he greeted you, getting up to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. You gave him a small hello, cheeks rosy from his kiss. For once, you were grateful that the cold nipped at your skin and concealed the fact that you blushed at the contact. “Sit, please.”

“So, let me start – questions at the end, okay?” he took your hands in his once you were both sat down, his left leg bent so he could sit facing you. You were cross-legged, like you always were. “I disappointed you, and I know that’s one of the worst feelings in the world. Thought ‘bout what you said last night a whole lot… It’s been hard on you and I can’t change what’s happened. In a couple months I’ll be away again and it’s different now - you love what you do, and I can’t just have you up and leave for me.”

“As much as we’re in this together, you have your own life that I won’t ask you to put on hold for me. It really all boils down to me, my love… I have to do better. Like you said, promises aren’t any good if I can’t keep them, but I’m not promising this time. M’ swearing on my life, this is all I’ve ever wanted. No matter what I do, as long as I come home to you - so I swear, m’ love, whatever it takes. I know it’s hard to trust me, and I don’t deserve it, but I will do everything in my power to make this work.”

“I– I don’t know what to say, H… I see all of it with you too, everything we’ve spoken about. It’s just so much harder when I have to keep reminding myself that you’re in this with me when you’re never around. This morning, that recording… You never told me about that,” you began, looking down at your hands wrapped perfectly in his. He wore none of his rings, his fingers bare and warming up your own. “It was awfully sweet, H… I just wish you felt like that every single day.”

His eyebrows furrowed upon hearing that and he felt like he could throw up from how terrible that made him feel, almost like his insides were being stirred and knotted up. He’d made you question if he even loved you in the first place, and he couldn’t believe it.

“My love, y’ know, that song… Spent so many nights trying to figure it out. I’d decided that run in the studio would be the last time I tried to work that one out because I loved the melody so much, but it was just so hard to get it just how I wanted it. And I knew you’d love it too – you’re always listening to these mellow types of tunes at home,” he explained, his thumbs rubbing little circles on the back of your hands. “Don’t know if you remember this, but we were in Malibu and we’d decided to take a leisurely drive to nowhere the day before this studio session. Drove down to a random spot along the beach and jus’ sat there talking about anything and everything for a good three hours.”

“Remember m’ friend from home called to tell me ‘bout one of my favourite teachers growing up who’d gotten sick that morning? I was jus’ a proper mess… Felt so disconnected from everything then, and so afraid that people back home would think I’d forgotten about them. You jus’ sat there and listened t’ me talk about all of my worries, held my hand and all that… Reminded me I can’t boil the ocean, or one of those quotes you always like to use on doing stuff within your limits. And we got to talking ‘bout the future, what that looked like for us – never felt more sure that I wanted to make all of that come true with anyone else.”

“You always have this way of breaking things down and making everything so much clearer, even when it comes to the big, scary things… Like reconciling with the past, stressing about the future, or thinking about what comes after. You keep my feet on the ground through it all, m’ love. When we went into the studio the next day, it just fell into place. I’d always wanted the song to be ‘bout you and I could never put everything I wanted to say to you in just a couple of lines. Just thinking about what you said, how you broke it all apart so easily – you said something about not having t’ do everything all at once, and I realised I didn’t have to do that with this song. It was still, of course, for you, but I didn’t have to say everything just then, just what I wanted to in that moment. I think about you every moment of each day, my love… I don’t think I could ever love someone more. M’ sorry I’ve ever made you think otherwise, I really am, and I’ll spend my whole life making up for it.”

You felt your nose get runny and it was suddenly a little hard to breathe. He’d always been such a sweet man, you had a hard time believing it was difficult for him to pen down love songs when he expressed his admiration for you so eloquently. “You don’t have to, H. Trust me, I believe you,” you sighed, feeling his hands cup your face to wipe at the tears brimming in your eyes. “We just need to work on this together, okay? You have to make an effort to call, or just send a text, no matter how busy you are. Just let me know you’re okay, and that we can talk later. That’s all I ask, especially when you’re away. I can’t have you disappear on me, when a text or call is all I have. Not to mention you're awful at video calls, I always feel like I'm talking to a grandpa.”

He nods, stretching his arms out and pulling you in gently. Adjusting yourself, you let your back rest against him, almost lying in his lap. “If you vanish, what’s gonna happen to our kids?”

He lets out a little chuckle at your stupid joke. Only you could say something like this in a moment of vulnerability to make it go over easier. “I know, baby. Emmie and Ezzie can’t grow up without a dad.”

“Emily is a terrible name, babe,” you spat back, rolling your eyes at the thought of the last conversation you had on this bench when he’d decided that Emily was definitely going in his top five favourite baby names. “It’s beautiful, Y/N – I can’t believe we disagree on this.”

“Beautifully boring, you mean,” you couldn’t help but smile at this stupid conversation as his fingers combed through your hair. “Can you please not forget how much you hated Emily in Paris?” All the nights you spent together watching that trashy Netflix series made you grow disdainful towards Lily Collins’ character, though you both loved just how much you hated that show. It was terrible in all the best ways.

“Well, I want it to have a nice ring to it, my love… Has to sound good.”

“Well then, I want to have a nice ring,” you raised your left hand, wiggling your fingers in his face. “Don’t forget who decides whether your kids are eaten or given the chance to live.”

He almost chokes hearing you speak, his mind slowly slipping away to relive moments where you sat in front of him with a little of his load dribbling down your chin… You had him wrapped tightly around your finger, and you didn’t even know it.

“I’ll take my chances,” He shrugs, looking down at you with the goofiest grin you’d ever seen on his face. “Something tells me make-up sex is on the cards.”

You hit his face playfully - and gently, lest there were cameras lurking - feeling unbelievably blissful in that moment with a renewed sense of determination to make things work out between the two of you. You couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else, either.

[ziee]

Yb(TeddyBear) x Reader

"Before I go, I wanted to get you something special." Your dad says, turning around to rummage in his bag. You watched his back in curiosity, wondering what he would have gotten his 22-year-old daughter. He was going on a business trip for about 2 weeks, but every time spent away from you, your dad always got you something. Mostly plushies, or some childish stickers. It started as a kid, your dad would always have to leave due to business trips, so it's kind of sweet he still does it.

"Tada!" He excitedly says, turning around while holding a large plush in his hands. In his hands, he held a rather large stuffed bear. It wore a black vest with a blue shirt, housing a rather cute black and white heart. It's fur was grey, with large blue eyes.

You smiled at him, thinking that the bear was incredibly cute for just being a stuffed bear. "Aw dad, he's so adorable!" You squealed, taking the bear from your dad's hands. He puffed out his chest in pride due to your reaction.

"I bought him in the cafe next to your work, they said he was one of a kind. I'm pretty sure he has a name too, check the tag." You rolled the tag on the bear's back around and looked at the tiny words. Your boyfriend- Peter!

"So your names Peter huh?" You smile and hold the bear to your chest. "Thank you dad, this is much better than those paw patrol stickers from last time." You playfully roll your eyes as your dad clutches his chest in a playful manner.

"You hurt me Y/n, I thought that was your favorite show." He fakes his painful expression as you laugh.

"Yeah, from like when I was 5!" You shout at your dramatic dad. Once the giggling fades, you move in to hug him. "Stay safe, ok?" You mumble into his chest. Your dad wraps his arms around you, pulling you tighter in.

"I'll be back before you know it." He kisses the top of your head and lets you go, moving to enter his car. As he drives off, you wave goodbye. Returning your focus on the bear in your arms, you smile as you run your fingers through his soft fur. Entering the house, you make your way towards your bedroom.

Placing the bear on your bed, you settle him between your pillows before leaving the room. "What to do now.." You mumble just as your stomach growls. Food, of course. You hadn't even eaten breakfast. It was just 5 minutes past 9 AM. Your dad usually leaves early on business trips, so you wake up to say goodbye.

Entering the kitchen, you go to prepare some food. The day moves on as you do your usual activities on your off days. Clean the house, get some groceries, dread going to work the next day. You decided to try and relax, preparing a hot enough to melt your bones bath. Perfect.

You stripped in the bathroom, setting your clothes on the counter before realizing you forgot one thing. Wrapping a towel around your nude body, you enter your room for a candle to light. You then notice how your bear was suddenly not on your bed. Your brows furrow as you stepped closer to your bed before feeling a soft plush under your foot. You yelp and scramble backward, tripping on your own feet before falling on your ass.

You moan in pain as your rub your pained butt, looking forwards at the monster that tripped you. It was.. Peter? "Peter? How did you get on the floor?" The window wasn't open, preventing the breeze from coming in. Even though you don't think a little breeze would knock over a plush bear. Your exposed legs closed as you move to crawl towards your bear.

In doing so, your towel got caught under your knee, pulling it down from your chest. There you sat, crawling towards your bear in the nude. You didn't really care, there was no one else but you home and besides, you walked around this house naked before. You got to your bear, taking hold of its.. Hot body?

Was it in the sun or something? His fur felt warm as well a pink tint on its cheeks. Maybe you just didn't see the pink outside. You stood up, holding the bear to your chest before placing it back on your bed. "Now you stay there, alright?" You say, pointing a finger at the grey bear before grabbing the items you need, making your way back to the bathroom.

The day went on with no more predicaments. You relaxed in your bath, ate as much as you wanted without annoying comments.. And soon enough the day was coming to an end. Changing into your pj's, you stripped once more in your room and threw on a t-shirt and some shorts.

Washing your face, you hopped back into your room and jumped onto the bed. Bouncing up and down with your new teddy, you smiled before pulling out your phone. You brought the bear under your arms, looking as though you're cuddling it as you scroll through social media.

Eventually, you got tired and put away your phone on the nightstand. Turning off your light, you rolled over, away from the plush before falling asleep. As the clock reached 12, your bed suddenly bore new weight.

Your bear disappeared from view, instead, a man took its place. Beside you, the man silently watched as you slept. He wore the same as his stuffy counterpart, but with the addition of black pants. Blue eyes, almost suffocating, stared at your unconscious body.

Feeling his grin widen, so did his boxers. "Oh darling, I almost couldn't control myself after that show you pulled earlier.." He whispered as his hand ghosted your cheek, almost touching your warm skin before stopping himself. He got off the bed, making his way to the other side, towards where you've turned.

Leaning down, his face stood in front of yours. His breathing turned heavy as he stared at your face. Cheeks dusted with red blush, a large tent formed in his pants. Soon, the pounding of his cock beneath his clothes became too much for him. Growing annoyed, he figured he can just relieve himself while watching you..

The next day was busy. Having to get up early, get ready for work, and whatnot. Thankfully, the shift seemed to end quickly. Although you hate it when it gets super busy, it does make the time fly by. When you got home, you kicked off your shoes and headed straight for the shower.

Walking in your room to grab your pj's, you smile as you spot Peter on the bed. "Hi Peter, did you get lonely when I was gone." You asked the stuffed animal.

...

Why are you talking to a plushie.

After your shower, you flopped down on your bed. Grabbing the bear, you set him on your chest as you stared into your phone. Peter couldn't see your face but did feel your breasts underneath him. Rising up and down from your breathing, he watched you as scrolled endlessly.

The first week went by quickly, your routine being work, shower, lounge around. Maybe do some chores here and there, obviously you had a little more control when your dad was out, and do some snack trips.

All the while, every night when the clock hits 12, your little bear would turn into a 6'5 man. Who is awfully obsessed with you. He wishes you would take him everywhere, feeling anger every time you leave him on the bed. But it's to be expected, you still only know of his toy form. That would change this week.

Only having a week until your father gets home, he doesn't want to miss his chance to introduce himself. He doesn't know why he waited this long anyway, I guess it's just so fun to watch your sleeping face as he.. Uh, does his 'activities'.

As of right now, it was about 11:50. Just 10 more minutes. He could wait that long. You had already gone to bed, sleeping like an angel, but facing away from him. He grumbled as the clock took its time ticking.

But alas, it struck midnight. He stretched his stiff body, staying in the same position every day unless you readjusted him. He moved his weight off the bed, walking over to the side where you lay before kneeling down.

He smiled as he leaned in close, feeling your soft breaths through your nose on his. Watching you sleep was a ritual, but recording every detail of you was a way of art. The way your nostrils flared slightly as you breathed out, your lips growing dryer throughout the night, and your beautiful open eyes..

Opened eyes?

The first thing you usually woke up to was either your nightstand or the ceiling. Not a pair of large, blue eyes. Wait, blue eyes? You shot up, away from the strange man as you scooted to the other side of your bed.

"Who are you." You shakily spoke, feeling around the bed for anything you could use as a weapon. In doing so, you realize your bear is now missing. Your eyes now pierce the stranger on the other side of the bed, not daring to move as he stares at you. Wait a minute..

He looks familiar. His clothing reminds you of your bear. As well as his eyes.. And skin too?? "Peter..?" You whisper, furrowing your brows. His eyes light up, a grin spreading across his face.

"Yes! I'm your boyfriend." He comes up on the bed, sitting in front of you as confusion racks your brain.

"Wait- Are you really my stuffed bear?" He nods. "But how? You're a stuffed BEAR! Not a human? Are you a cursed bear or something?" You look at his skin, trying to find any markings of curses or what not when he grabs your hands softly.

"I'm not cursed. I turn into a human at midnight each night." He smiles, rubbing his thumb over your hand. "You're really cute when you sleep." Bringing your hand up, he rubs his cheek against your palm, all the while as he stares at you.

Your mouth opens, flabbergasted at what you've just been told. Your bear can turn into a human. Each night. And he's been staring at you while you sleep?? "How come you didn't tell me before? You could have just woken me up."

"You're always so busy in the mornings, and I want you to get your beauty rest.~" He mumbles, rubbing his face into your hand. You let it happen, a bit weirded out but I mean, it is your bear. Your bear.. That saw you naked... MULTIPLE TIMES.

OH MY GOD.

Your cheeks suddenly flush, remembering all the times you've been naked in your room the past week. The first day burns into your mind. He takes notice of your blush, grinning as he guesses what you're thinking about.

"You know, I've seen your body so many times yet you have never seen mine." Great observation dude, this is the first time I'm learning about it too.

"What are you saying?" His rubbing stopped, seeing him lick his lips before bringing his head up. My hand falls onto my lap as he grins.

"If you want.. I could show you." He's offering to show you his body? Actually, you've never seen a man's body. In-person, of course. It's not like you haven't had boyfriends, but you never got close enough for 3rd base. This- your teddy bear is now offering to show you his junk.

...

You were a little curious.

"I've listened to the videos you watched, and albeit I'm still furious that you would look at other bodies while pleasuring yourself but, I've only ever heard male voices." Your face burned in shame. Completely forgetting most of the time that your bear was right beside you as you touched yourself, he was right.

Your history consisted of mostly guys jerking off. You just found it fascinating and fucking hot, how they came. The different ways they would touch themselves too, and their small groans of pleasure.. Thinking about this is getting you a little wet..

"Oh um well.." You didn't know what to say. 'Yes, I wanna see your dick.' ?? God you were such a virgin. He watched you with a smirk, watching as your eyes zoomed everywhere but his eyes. He could tell you wanted to say yes, but you were just too embarrassed. Cute.

Slowly, he grabbed hold of your hands and placed them on his chest. You let out a quick 'eep' as you felt his hard chest. Looking up towards him, his encouraging smile allowed you to run your hands over his shirt. Your hands were a bit shaky at first, but you kept telling yourself this was alright. It was your stuffed bear anyways.

Moving one hand down, you poked his belly button, making him laugh a bit. That seemed to ease you, moving your hands more freely around his chest. You got curious, wanting to see under the vest and shirt.

You inched your hands down, looking up at him as you do so. You flick your fingers under his shirt, slowly pulling it up. He stared at you and grinned, allowing you to do so. "My, so eager.."  

"Shh!" You blushed as you lifted his shirt up. He took off his vest as you placed your hand just below his collar bone, holding up the shirt as your other hand cautiously touches his free skin.

His skin was cold, and grey. Flinching at your first touch, you watch in awe as his stomach clenches before relaxing. His belly button was small, a cute innie. Your hand moved up from his hips towards his nipples. They were a darker shade of grey than him, small as well.

You ran your fingers over his right one, instantly becoming hard from your touch. Your cheeks flushed with heat and color as he arched his back, pushing his chest out towards you. You softly pinched one, making him let out a soft moan. You immediately release his nipple and throw your hands up, shocked. His shirt fell after your hand left, as his eyes stared at you in confusion. "Did I do something wrong, darling?" His whispered voice made you want to writhe in excitement. You made a guy feel good! Even moan! Your fantasies were coming true, and oh boy were you gonna milk this.

"N-no.. I just got a little excited." You mumble, fanning yourself with your hands. His face morphed into one of pure delight, his cheeks dusted with the same pink as you. Lifting his hand up, he pulled his shirt up and grabbed one of your hands, placing your palm against his chest once more.

"Then by all means.. Continue to explore." You felt your legs twitch as you got even more aroused. Now with another free hand, you used both to play with his nipples. Twisting, flicking, pulling, all the while a large tent was forming under his pants. You wondered what it would feel like licking his nipples.. Should you- ask?

...

"Can I.. Can I lick them?" Peter almost creamed in his pants. Figuring you were too far though, he grabbed your waist and pulled you upon his lap.

"You can do whatever you want with me. I'm yours." He answered, begging in his head that you would do much more than lick his nips. You licked your lips as you stared at his swollen nipples, moving your head closer towards his chest before your mouth was almost touching one of them.

You opened your mouth, lolling out your tongue before giving a quick flick onto one of them. Peter's body flinched at the cold contact, creating a jolt of pleasure straight to his pelvis. You pulled his nipple into your mouth, twirling it around your tongue. He let out more moans, encouraging you to do more.

Softly biting into his skin, he continued to be at your mercy. You released him from your mouth, looking at the bite marks encased into his skin. You grinned, staring at his flushed face. "I didn't know you were so sensitive." You teased, trailing a finger around his abused nipple.

He smirked, deciding to say nothing but look down. Following his gaze, you suddenly realized that you were subconsciously grinding against his knee. You opened your mouth but closed it after not knowing what to say. God, how desperate were you?

"Didn't know you were so horny y/n." He let his shirt fall and grabbed your waist, moving you back and forth faster on his knee. You jolted and moaned, the feeling of someone else pleasuring you was far better than you expected.

"Mmm.. Oh god.." You clutched onto his shoulders as he swayed you, your shorts doing little to nothing in resistance, which you thanked. You jolted every time you moved, your breathing heavy as you felt nothing which you've felt before. You wanted more.

"Peter.. Do you wanna do it?" You moaned into his ear, still clutching onto his shoulders. He stopped moving you, softly pushing you off his knee and onto your back. Leaning over you, his wide blue eyes stared into yours. Rose dusted his cheeks as his tongue licked his lips.

"I've been waiting since day 1 to do this to you, darling." He leaned down, rubbing his head against your breasts. You bit your lip as your thighs trembled in anticipation. You could see his cock against his pants, trying to escape.

This would be your first time seeing a real cock. In person. Up close. And very, very, personal. He removed his head, touching his fingers against your shirt before pulling it off you. He stopped to admire, watching as your chest rises and falls, remembering the time he had sat there. God, you were so warm.

He moved down, pulling down your shorts. Easy enough, but he stopped at your underwear. Dragging his fingers over your clothed slit, you whined at the consistent pounding of your clit. "Patient love, like I have been.." He growled as he continued pushing into your clit. Due to how wet you were, your underwear soon became drenched at the constant pushing. He soon takes off your underwear, coming over you once more as he leaned down.

With the underwear in his hands, he takes a long lick up the cloth, sapping up all your juices. You watch, mouth agape. That was fucking hot. He smirked at your blinded reaction, too red to move. Throwing the panties on the ground, he pushed your legs up before spreading them apart.

Resting in front of you, it was now time for the grand show. "Are you ready to take me all dear?" He purred, reaching for his zipper.

"Yes! I want your cock inside me, please!" You cry, all the teasing from him was too much for your virgin self. He chuckled as he unzipped his pants, his cock almost protruding from his boxers. You breathed heavily as you stared at his erection. Such a pervert.

He brought down his boxers, pulling them down to his knees. There, his cock stood at full attention. "Is it- uh, always this big?" You gulped, seeing the size. He laughed, bringing a hand to your cheek, swiping his thumb against your skin.

"Only when I see you, darling."

"Will it fit?" You question.

Like an idiot.

"Of course it will. Don't worry, you'll only feel a little bit of pain. If it hurts, I'll take it out, alright?" He promised, giving you an oscar worthy smile. You relaxed a bit, trusting him enough to stick it in you. Just like your doctor.

You breathed out and nodded, confirming you still wanted to do it. He positioned himself over you, his tip touching your entrance. "Just relax, alright?" He leaned down, giving you the first kiss of the evening. Your lips mushed together, you being a bit less experienced but still, it was romantic.

Pulling away left a string of saliva, turning you on even more. He stroked himself over your slit before slowly pushing himself inside. The tip was alright, but past that it started to hurt. You grabbed onto his arms and squeezed, stopping him immediately. He nuzzled into your neck as you breathed, trying to relax.

As soon as you were ready, you nodded against his head. He kissed your shoulder before pushing himself further in. You breathed in and out, trying to relax. "I'm- in." He panted, resisting the urge to destroy you.

"Your so- b..big." You moan, clenching his arms. He chuckled, sweat growing on his forehead.

"Thank you dear, you're the perfect fit for me." He waited until you were alright, slowly pulling out as you gave him a nod. Pushing himself back in, you gasped. Continuing to do so slowly, pain turned into less pain before it turned into pleasure.

"F-faster." You moan into his ear. He complied happily, turning up the heat with his hips. The slapping of skin commenced in the room, panting and moans swirled around the 4 walls as sweat dripped.

His thrusts were hard, pushing himself in and out of your wet hole. His cock shone from your juices as he panted in your ear. Him being inside you excited you, but hearing his groans and pants? You thought you were already close to cumming.

His hands suddenly went to your hips, gripping into your skin as he pounded harder into you. Was he already close? His thrusts suddenly went wild, pounding into you harder and harder. You saw his thighs start to shake before he lets out a long, low groan.

Hot liquid shoots into you, leaving him blinded with pleasure. His hips go into auto as he pumps his seed into you, filling you up before he stops. Pulling out of you, a trail of liquids follows him out. Great, now you'll have to wash your sheets, but to be honest, that was far from your worries.

You hadn't even cum yet! You felt him all up, let him in and you don't even get to cum?? He lays next to you, panting. You watch as his breathing slows from hurried gasps. "Had fun?" You mumble, staring into his eyes.

"Yes, you felt amazing darling." He lifts himself up, before rolling to hover over you. You're trapped under his arms, smiling at what's about to happen. "Don't think I haven't felt your glares at me, I'll get you to cum too, dear~"  He smirks as he leans down, head before your entrence.

Is he gonna..? After he put it in?!

That's hot.

You grin as you felt his hands trailing your thighs before clutching onto them. You start to feel his breath on your clit, waiting in anticipation for what's to come. You squeal as you felt the first lick. His long tongue spreading along your whole slit. It's so wet and warm, mixing with his own cum. He doesn't seem to mind though, lapping it all up along with your juices.

You moan as he gets into it, taking your clit into his mouth as he sucks. Placing a hand on his head, you softly urge him into you further, making him suck harder. Biting your lip, you muffle your moans as he twirls your clit along his tongue.

You buck your hips into his mouth, your breasts bouncing along with your body. You place your other hand onto your tit, rubbing and squeezing your nipple. It seems to boost your arousal, suddenly getting more and more sensitive.

You jolt and tremble under his tongue, squealing as the pleasure overwhelms you. You squeeze your tit hard, pushing his head into you as you buck widely into his mouth. Crying out as you cum, you see white. When that fades, you're left dazed. Your hands move back beside your hips, sprawling out onto the bed as Peter holds his head up from his job well done.

Licking his lips, he smiles as he sees you passed out from pleasure. He cleans you up, putting yours and his own clothes back on before tucking you under the bedsheets. Just as the sun rose, he gets back into his usual position, beside you.

Your dad comes back after a week since the incident. Well, the 'first' one at least. "Y/n! I'm home!" You run downstairs to greet your dad, pulling him into a hug. "Welcome back dad." You smile.

"So, did you like the bear?" He asks as he sets his coat on the rack. You grin, nodding.

"He was great companionship!"

[albedos-little-helper]

tw: slightly yandere i think, sfw tho

Waking up to an empty bed was nothing unusual for you. The warmth of mikey was long gone when you reached over to the blank space next to you. By now you were used to it, but you miss the days when you woke up to his warm breath in your neck and his rough hands roaming your body. It was awfully domestic now that you think about it. Kind of. Not really.

At the beginning of your relationship he liked to hold you from behind when you two slept. It almost seemed like he could make sure that he wouldn’t loose you that way. The tighter he held you the lighter he slept. Of course you reassured him that you love him very much, but apparently that wasn’t enough and as the relationship progressed his anxiety grew. He made sure to always come back home every night and convinced you to give up your flat to stay at his permanently. At first it seemed like a logical thing to do, because you spend most of the time with him anyway, but you quickly realised that giving up your haven was a mistake. He was there almost all the time and when he wasn’t he ordered someone to watch you. You told yourself that this was necessary. Bonten grew larger and he had many enemies. He was just protecting you this way. Mikey also started talking you out of leaving the house. He permitted it for work and other necessities, but as time passes he got more and more strict. It was also around that time when he switched from spooning to pressing his face into your chest while sleeping. Listening to your heartbeat almost knocked him out instantly. He knew that you were alive and well. That was all he needed to relax.

He loved you so much that he didn’t want you to get hurt and at first you enjoyed the bonten members that were chosen to be your bodyguards and had to follow you around anywhere. They escorted you every place you needed to go, but also left you enough space that you still had some sort of privacy. It went well for a while, you were allowed to leave the flat more often and Mikey had the reassurance that you were watched and protected, but obviously it didn’t stay this nice for long.

Let’s just say a little accident happened. Nothing big, really nothing dramatic. While strolling through the city you tripped and landed on your knees. You weren’t too badly injured, but the friction between the stone ground and your skin made it tear and bleed a little. Even though it wasn’t that bad your bodyguards urged you to go home and treated your wounds. They appeared to be very nervous though out the whole ride. You wished you didn’t try to convince them that everything was fine. Even though it was. You just tripped. There was nothing they could have done to prevent this and deep down everyone knew this, but when Mikey returned home he didn’t wanted to hear it. He send everyone out of his flat and just stood in front of you until you were alone. You watched your bodyguards and the other members leave through the front door. It was the last time you saw them and even though you could guess what happened to them you hoped they were okay.

After everyone left your attention went straight to him. You did nothing wrong, you knew that, but for some reason you felt frightened. This was the first time you felt such negative emotions, when you looked at your boyfriend, but definitely not the last time. It was silent for a while, before he kneeled down in front of you and took a closer look at your injury. He was hard to read. He always has been, even for you, but right now he seemed unpredictable. One of his hands held onto your calf while inspecting you and the longer he stared the harder he squeezed. You didn’t dare to speak nor move, but at some point his grasp got painful and your throat escaped a pitiful whine. That snapped him out of his trance and he reached for your cheek to cares you. He was gentle, like he always used to be. The blonde male sighed and he stood up to embrace you. It didn’t feel as nice, as it usually does. Kind of suffocating.

"Y/n… This is what I was so worried about."

He placed one hand on the back of your head and forced you against him. You stayed still for while, because you didn’t know what to say. It was an accident, so why did he sound so disappointed? You opened your mouth multiple times, but couldn’t think of anything to say right now. This was really no ones fault. You simply tripped, but for some reason he was making a big deal out of it. You really wanted to argue with him, but he was simply too intimidating. Staying quiet was your best option.

"You know how busy I am. It hurts me that I can’t spend more time with you, it really does. So could you please do me the favour and stay at my place, while I am out?"

His voice was so gentle and sweet, that you just wanted to agree. I mean his life was dangerous and you’re a part of it, so you were in danger too as soon as you exit the flat, but nothing happened so far and you still had your job and other responsibilities. You weren’t quite sure what he was expecting from you.

"My love, please quit your job."

Your eyes widen and you looked at him in disbelief.

"Think about it, y/n. That way we can spend more time together and I know you're safe. Please, my love. Do it for me."

Of course he got his way. You could never deny him.

So after that accident you had to quit your job and spend most of your time inside his flat. The first few weeks were lovely. You had to admit that. Your boyfriend was home a lot and he was so affectionate. It was simply perfect, but that didn’t last long. Bonten kept him busy and you spend days without seeing him. Days turned into weeks and you realised more and more that he basically imprisoned you. To keep you safe of course as he always said.