#i have two more boards for act 2 and act 3

[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

The Big Question

-warnings// SMUT, SMUT… and oh yeah, more smut

-lil summary// Sam proposes to reader and they want to… celebrate ;))

REPOST FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT

Sam x Reader

word count// 3730

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Sam and you had been together for 2 years, you met while in your first day of Stanford, you sat at the back of the lecture hall with not knowing anyone you eddies to take the seat furthest away from the rest of the class, and you say there alone for all of 5 minutes before the seat next to you was being taken by a tall handsome stranger, the handsome man turned to you smiling, placing his hand out  "hi I'm Sam" you shook his hand returning his smile "I'm Y/N" 

"You not much of a people person either?" Sam joked at the difference of where you two were sat and the 4 rows behind you insisting of chatting classmates "definitely not, I don't really know anyone here yet other than my roommate" you said taking notes of what the professor had written on the board "well I guess you know me now too" was he flirting?, you turned to face him giving him a small smirk "I guess I do" Sam thought for a second before speaking again "so now that we're friends, what do you say I take you out for dinner say around 6 o clock? I could even take you to see a movie after" okay he was definitely flirting with you

Your cheeks were burning red, you definitely didn't expect to get a date on your first day of college "yeah it's a date" Sam nodded finding it hard to contain his own smile, he's not usually this straight forward especially when it comes to beautiful girls. Once the class was over you and Sam walked to exit to head to your next classes which unfortunately were not together as you've discovered "can I have your number? I can call you later so we can meet up tonight?" Sam questioned scratching the back of his neck awkwardly "yeah definitely" you said taking out a pen to write on his notebook (xx xxx xxx xxx) "perfect I'll call you after my last class" Sam said tucking his notebook back under his arm.

"I gotta get going, room 336 is across campus" you said moving to walk to your class "Y/N wait!" Sam jogged slightly over to you "yeah?" Sam looked to the ground suddenly finding the ground very interesting "how about I walk you to your class" you smiled up at him "I'd really like that Sam" needless to say the date went amazing, Sam swept you right off your feet. You guys were dating for around a year when he asked you to move in with him, he had his own apartment since his roommate Louis moved out 3 months prior, of course you said yes and you guys couldn't have been happier, getting to wake up to the man you loved everyday as falling asleep next to him was thrilling.

Things has been going great for you guys since you moved in together a year ago, Sam was the perfect roommate and boyfriend, he never let his dirty laundry litter the floor, he never ate the last of your food, something you were very thankful for because your last roommate wasn't so respectful, and even if he did he replaced it before you noticed which warmed your heart and you always made sure to thank him in only a way you could. You guys rarely fought which was great and even when you guys had your stupid arguments that made you give each other the silent treatment, the make up sex made it so worth it.

Lately however, Sam had been acting strange, starting to become more secretive, you trusted Sam immensely so you knew he wasn't cheating on you, however the secrets were getting concerning, deciding to push it to the back of your head and just give him time, Sam would come talk to you when he was ready, like every Friday you finished your last class earlier than Sam so you decided to go grocery shopping and head back to the apartment.

You were home an hour later, however Sam still had one more class so he wouldn't be home for another hour at most so once you put the grocery's away you laid down on the couch deciding to watch crappy TV till your boyfriend got home, tonight was takeout night so you  decided to text Sam to see what he was thinking for tonight, surprisingly he replied pretty fast considering he was still in class 'what if we went out to that new restaurant tonight? I was gonna call and make reservations after I get out of professor Xs class' giggling at Sam's attempt to joke you started to feel excited, you guys hadn't been out in a while, loving the company of each other on the comfort of your own couch every night instead

 'that sounds incredible baby, what time?' You texted back and again within seconds, like it was already typed and ready Sam replied '8:30pm?' Considering it was 4:30pm you decided to take a shower, you sent Sam a quick text of approval before moving to the bathroom and taking a quick everything shower. 

Once the clock hit 5:30pm you had finally dried your hair from the shower and curled it, still wearing your shower robe when you heard the front door open and shut "Y/N I'm home" god you didn't think you would ever get tired of hearing that, rushing out to greet your boyfriend, when you got to the kitchen Sam was placing his laptop bag on the kitchen counter, smiling you walk over to him Sam waiting for you with his arms open, wrapping your arms around your giant boyfriends neck to hug him, his own hands wrapping around your waist, now something you have always loved about hugging Sam, he always ended up picking you up and holding you close to him, like his own little koala 

This hug was no different, Sam was lifting you off your feet, your legs wrapping around his waist, Sam leaned in the kiss you, you returned the kiss, moaning when moved his hands to the hem of your robe, running them up you legs and straight to your ass, squeezing your ass and pulling you closer to him so your bare heat was pressing against his deliciously cold belt buckle, you moaned rolling your hips to hit your clit with the right pressure, Sam's hands squeezed hard as you opened your lips moaning his name, Sam took advantage of this as he slipped his tongue into the kiss, you fought for dominance over the kiss but there's not much Sam's tongue can lose too... especially when he's always practicing with it...

Pulling away from the kiss and stopping your actions "wait Sammy" you said pressing your hand on his shoulder "everything okay?" He asked panicked, you giggled "of course baby i just think we should save this for later" you smirked kissing his freshly shaven cheek "yeah you're right" he said sitting you down on the kitchen counter next to his laptop case "so what's got you wanting to go out all of a sudden?" You were curious, normally you guys talked about dates, unless it's for birthdays or anniversary's "well Matt was talking about it, saying the food there was great and I thought I should surprise you with a night out" Sam said kissing you once again, only this time it was a sweet kiss "your the best Sammy I love you so much" Sam have you a final kiss before pulling away giving you a smile "I love you more baby" 

While Sam was taking a shower you decided do your make up, keeping it very simple as you were never one to do a bold eye, you put on some red lipstick to finish it off, moving to your closet  to pull on a black lace strapless bra and matching panties, you pulled on your red mini dress, you decided to pair the look with a pair of black stilettos and a black leather jacket to match your shoes, Sam walked into your shared bedroom a towel gun loosely on his hips, his toned chest still dripping wet from the shower "you look beautiful Y/N" Sam said staring at you completely starstruck 

Your turned giving your boyfriend a bright smile "thanks sweetie", Sam got dressed into a pair of black slacks and a blue dressy shirt, he styled his hair slightly, by the time you guys were finished getting ready it was 8:00pm, you made your way out to Sam's car to go to the restaurant. Sam parked the car and got out the drivers seat rushing over to open your door, extending his arm to you to help you out "what's for you being so gentlemanly  tonight?" You asked linking your arm through his "I just want to make up for not taking you out regularly, your so beautiful I need to be showing you off every damn chance I get" 

You giggled as you guys made it to the restaurant doors, Sam held the door open for you and you both walked up to the reception desk "hi we have a reservation for Winchester" the man nodded "of course Mr. Winchester your table is ready, if you and the lovely lady can follow me please", the waiter said leading you and Sam to your romantically lit table in the center of the restaurant, Sam pulled your chair out for you and once you were seated Sam sat on his own seat, the waiter placed two large menus on your table "would either of you like to order a drink?" Sam nodded "yes please, can I get a whiskey soda and can my girlfriend get a martini" the waiter nodded writing both drinks orders down "of course sir, they'll be right out" the waiter said walking towards the bar 

"Wow Sam this place looks amazing" you said looking around the warmly lit room seeing how crowded it was "yeah I've heard great reports from the place, so i thought you and I should be the real judges of that" Sam said making you giggle, skimming through the menu you decided to order the chicken Parmesan with a side of fries, Sam decided on the steak, also with a side of fries, Sam and you made small chit chat about each others days as you waited for your food, which thankfully didn't take very long.

Both of you had cleared your plates "wow they weren't lying this place is amazing" you said placing your fork back on the empty plate "yeah it was incredible, we'll definitely be back here". "Can I interest you both on our desert menu, our chefs special tonight is the chocolate fudge cake infused with caramel filling and vanilla ice cream" that sounded incredible, Sam who was always able to read your mind was already ordering 2 of the chefs special, "I'm gonna run to the bathroom I'll be right back" Sam said, his voice coming out rushed, before you could ask if he was alright he was already heading to the bathroom's, you decided to brush it off maybe he had to pee really bad? 

When Sam came back from the bathroom his demeanour was still the same, he looked around the restaurant anxious, once the waiter had came with your deserts he sat it down in front of both of you, you thanked him, turning back to grab your spoon when you caught a glimpse of shine coming from your cake, confused you took a closer look, that's when you saw it... there was a ring on your cake a beautiful princess cut ring surrounded by little diamonds, you breath hitched in your throat as tears ran down your face, when you looked back to Sam he was in front of you now, down on his knee, he took your hands in his, by now the whole restaurant was silent just watching you both in the most special moment of your life "Y/N, the second I laid eyes on you I knew you were special, after our first date I knew how right I was, your smart, kind, funny and the most beautiful women in the world, your everything I have ever wanted and more, I could never imagine a life without you, you're the reason I wake up smiling everyday, ands it's because I get to wake up to you every morning. I love you so much beautiful, will you marry me?" By the end of Sam's speech you were in tear you let out a shaky breath "hell yeah I'll marry you!" You cried reaching forward placing both hands on Sam's face pulling him into a soft kiss

Once Sam pulled away he gently grabbed the ring giving it a quick clean, "you'll be needing this" Sam chuckled as he took your left hand in his, he gently placed the ring on your finger officially making you an engaged women, the restaurant erupted into cheers for you both in celebrations. 

Once you and Sam had left the restaurant you guys were on your way home as fiancés "i can't stop smiling oh my god" you said holding your left hand in front of you as Sam drove "I've had that ring for a couple weeks now I just could figure out how to propose but I couldn't hold it in anymore" Sam said as he pulled into your apartments parking lot. Walking up to your door Sam was picking you up bridal style making you squeal and grab him for balance "gotta start practicing carrying you over the threshold" Sam opened the door walking you both in before turning to lock up for the night, he started to walk you both to the bedroom playing with his slightly long hair "can't wait to get your fiancé to bed huh" you joked 

Sam chuckled dropping you gently to the bed "I'm so happy  I can finally call you my fiancé now" Sam said gently taking your shoes off, his hands running up your legs, he went under the red dress pulling the black lace off your legs, Sam scrunched your dress up under your ass presenting your bare pussy In front him, the air making you clench at nothing, Sam smirked as he snaked his arms around your legs as he roughly pulled you to the end of the bed, you felt his hot breath against your core making you moan softly

Sam leaned in licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit to test the waters, when your body responded with your hand in his hair pushing him closer to you, Sam smirked against you as he got to work, Sam started fucking his tongue in and out of your tight hole as his nose pressed against your clit making you see stars, you ran your hand through Sam's hair your hips rolling against the movements of Sam's tongue, Sam inserted his long thick finger inside of you, curling to hit your G spot with every thrust as he moved his mouth to your clit flicking it and sucking it into his hot mouth, once Sam added another finger it wasn't long till you were chanting his name "oh my God Sammy, I'm gonna cum" you croaked out as you came hard on his tongue 

Sam worked you through your orgasm, pulling away from between your shaky legs he stood pulling his clothes off leaving him complete bare in front of you, you smirked moving to crawl towards him on weak legs, you stopped at his cock, his tip red and pre cum leaking from it, you wrapped your small hand around his big, thick shaft moving your hand up and down at a slow pace to tease him, you went to take him into your mouth but Sam stopped you "tonight is all about you Y/N" Sam said grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it off, leaving you in only your black lace bra, Sam grabbed the front of it tearing it off exposing your bare chest to him "oh fuck" you were dripping at this point wanting him to do something 

Sam got the hint getting on top of you, he eased you back down on the bed, he leaned in to kiss you nipping at your bottom lip for entrance which was soon granted, Sam explored every inch of your mouth with his tongue, you moaned at the fact you could still taste yourself on his tongue, Sam moved the kisses down your neck sucking at your pulse point "please fuck me Sam" you begged dying to feel the familiar stretch of his cock, Sam chuckled moving his kiss down to your breast giving your nipple a playful bite, you arched your back at the feeling, wrapping your legs tightly around his hips, Sam grabbed his shaft rubbing it up and down your soaking folds coating his cock in your juices he groaned pressing his tip to your entrance,

Sam started to push his cock inside you inch by inch, not stopping until he bottomed out "you feel so fucking good baby" Sam groaned as he started thrusting slowly to get you ready, "faster Sammy please" you begged so Sam grabbed your thighs, pushing them against your chest so your legs were over his shoulders, giving him the perfect angle to hit your special spot, Sam pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside you "oh fuck Sam!" You screamed in pleasure, Sam continued his pace the only sounds on the room that could be heard were moans and skin slapping skin "I'm not gonna last much longer" Sam groaned out "me either baby" Sam moved his hand down to your pussy and started to rub your clit to stimulate you further "oh god I'm gonna cum again!" you screamed your head slamming against the pillow, Sam started to thrust into you even faster than before his fingers still rubbing your clit, you came in an instant, squirting all over Sam's cock, sending Sam over the edge as cam in spurts inside you "that was so fucking hot" Sam said his hips finally coming to a stop 

he pulled out of you gently as he collapsed beside you pulling your sweaty body against his you leaned your head on his toned chest as you slowed your breathing, you couldn't stop staring at the beautiful ring that now decorated your hand "I can't believe we're engaged" you said looking up at Sam who was already smiling down at you, "I know, me either but I'm so glad you said yes" Sam grabbed your newly decorated hand in his as you both drifted to a sound sleep wrapped snuggly in your fiancés strong arms 

You woke a few hours later to Sam still sound asleep, smirking you moved slowly out of his muscled arms as not to wake him just yet as you straddled him, his morning wood pressed against your core making you shudder, you leaned forward kissing his neck sucking a deep hickey under his jaw, Sam stirred as he slowly opened his eyes, smiling he wrapped his arms around your waist holding you close to him, pulling away from his neck you leaned in to cover his mouth with your own, sliding your tongue in through his swollen lips, you and Sam continued to make out lazily 

You began rubbing your folds over his erect penis, pulling away after a few moments you held his cock in your hand rubbing up and down jerking him off slightly "Y/N please" Sam moaned his hand's gripping your waist tightly, "you want me to ride you handsome?"

You asked continuing to jerk him off "fuck yes!" You smirked as you hovered your dripping hole over Sam's cock moaning Sam's name as you sat down slowly on him

Once Sam was fully inside of you, you began to bounce slow, yet hard on his cock Sam groaned his hands moved to your ass gripping hard as helped you move up and down his length "oh god Sammy" you moaned as your breast bounced along with your motions, Sam was in a trance as he leaned forward taking your breast into his mouth sucking  and biting before moving to your next breast repeating his actions

You soon felt your orgasms approaching once again "you gonna come Sammy" you teased knowing he was holding back, Sam took you by surprise gently pulling you off his shaft, he turned you around so you were on your hands and knees, Sam was behind you in seconds pushing his length inside you once more, he bottomed out against your ass, he was always able get deeper inside you when he took you from behind, Sam started to trust inside you at fast punishing pace, his balls slapping against your swollen clit making your scream his name out in ecstasy "harder please" you begged your hands clenching the bedsheets so hard your knuckles were turning white

Sam obeyed instantly, he leaned forward his chest pressed against your back his hands moving to hold your breasts in his big hands as he started slamming his length inside your pussy, you screamed as Sam continued to thrust inside you as hard as he could until he was about to finish "cum with me gorgeous" Sam said as he squeezed your breasts his hips still going as hard as before, you obeyed and came with a scream of your fiancés name, clenching your pussy around his length pushing Sam to his end unleashing hot spurts of cum inside you, filling you so much it leaked down your thighs, soaking the bed sheets. Sam eventually pulled out and pulled you back to your previous position from last night, wrapped in his arms

Sam leaned over to kiss the top of your head, "well that was quite the wake up call" Sam joked smiling against your hair, giggling you place you ring hand on his chest "I wanted to wake my future husband up with a bang" you joked "well you certainly succeeded... i can't wait to call you my wife Y/n" Sam said holding you closer to him "me either Sammy"

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[deepfriedseagullfeet]

currently setting up scenes/plot points in notion for the big bro au fic....struggling with the plot structure and what i want to happen next WHILE incorporating all the ideas i have AND making it have lots of twists and turns and fucked up stuff that makes it super engaging. why is writing so hard

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

Once again tumblr is silencing my voice by not letting me add more than 30 tags. Okay the rest of what I was going to say is that if you gave him an assignment that was simple and out of the way enough, even upstairs, he might be able to stick it out for a couple hours. Another factor that determines how long that might be is where this is happening. Is he at Brinkley Court? Then Aunt Dahlia and the other servants (whom he seems to be on good terms with) will cover for him. No matter what he screws up, “oh, that’s Barry! He’s just new here!” Jeeves might be able to work something similar at a different manor house (presuming Bertie’s face isn’t already known there) if he’s on good terms with any of the servants there. They might agree to take Bertie under their wing as a favor to Jeeves. It also depends on whether Jeeves himself is there to help him, whether they’re working in the same area of the house, and if they’re able to inconspicuously pull each other aside to confer.

In conclusion: can’t answer question, too many variables

[jooyeonsvape]

gym games: seungcheol smut

w/c: 2k

pairing: idol!seungcheol, female!reader

genre: smut

summary: seungcheol challenges his lazy girlfriend to workout. every level completed, a reward will be given.

a/n: i didnt know how to put the ‘keep reading’ link on my posts but now i do, i apologize if that annoyed anyone lol

your bed was your favorite place to be after a long day at work; unfair wages, annoying employees, nagging customers. when you're in bed, watching your favorite drama, all the problems go away.

"[Y/N]!!" you hear a distant voice shouting and look up to see your sweaty boyfriend, seungcheol, waving his hand to get your attention. "are you dissociating again?" he asks with his arms crossed and a mischievous smirk on his lips.

he's trying to get you at the gym more because after work you just lay around, and you promised him you'd be his workout buddy. "i'm sorry baby, but not everyone enjoys working out like you." you defend, crossing your arms to copy him.

"i know you don't like working out, that's why i came up with an amazing idea, hoshi, bring it in." you stare at the man coming in with a white board, raising an eyebrow. "what...is that?" you ask confused and seungcheol stands on the otherside of the board.

"this, my dearest, is the motivation to inspire you to work out." he proudly smiles, grabbing a hand pointer and slaps it against the board, making you jump.

"level 1, warmups, you get a kiss for every warmup you complete. level 2, cardio, run 1 miles on the treadmill, i'll give you a sexy hot oil massage. level 3, dancing, you complete a whole seventeen song, of your choice, you get head. finally, level 4, weightlifting, if you can lift 100lbs, you can pick the reward." seungcheol points to each level as he talks and you hide your blush away from the two men.

"hoshi, did you come up with this?" you ask and he laughs, looking at the board proudly. "i helped, the hot oil massage was my idea." you roll your eyes out of embarrassment, glaring at seungcheol. "okay, i accept your offer, i'll go through all the levels," you confidently nod your head and start the warmups.

"20 pushups, 20 squats, and 10 lunges." your boyfriend commands, acting like a personal trainer. you try to hide your laugh at his stern demeanor, you were usually the one telling him what to do so you found it cute.

"thats all? this is gonna be a piece of cake." you get down to a pushup form and seungcheol walks to you, hovering over your smaller frame. "i forgot to mention, its 2 sets of pushups."

you groan loudly at the thought of doing 40 pushups and plop on the ground, hearing hoshi maniacally laughing in the back.

"come on baby, kisses are in store when you finish." you roll your eyes again at the offer and get back in form. "with this many pushups, i better get a full makeout session, not just a peck." you hear your boyfriend hum in agreement, watching you start on the warmup.

when level 1 was complete, the last thing on your mind was kisses, you were sweating profusely and chugging your water until it was almost gone.

seungcheol goes to the white board and puts a checkmark by level 1, looking at you with satisfaction. "take a 10 minute break and start level 2." he commands, you instantly dropping to the ground in a starfish formation, groaning to yourself loud.

"man, how is she going to get through the other levels when she's dying on warmups?" hoshi asks, doing pullups in the background. "she'll make it, she's just dramatic." your boyfriend answers and you lift your head up. "i'm already plotting my revenge, don't make it worse for yourself."

level 2 starts with the treadmill, and it was quite easy considering this is the only machine you use when you want to stare at seungcheol work out. "i've done 5 miles on this before," you brag to your boyfriend when he hops on the one next to you.

"have you done it on 12% incline and 7 miles per hour?" he asks with another cheeky smirk, and you gulp. "i-is it hard?" you chirp out, scared of the pain you'll be in tomorrow.

hoshi comes up and presses buttons that were foreign to you, but you read 12% and start going at a jog as he heightens the miles per hour to 7. you whine when it starts burning your calves and never keeping your eye off the mileage. "i'll do it with you," seungcheol smiles at your cuteness, running beside you.

the more you run, the less it hurt, and it was actually making you more energetic. "i'm halfway done!!" you proudly shout to your boyfriend, breathing heavy and he looks over at your machine. "good girl, don't give up." he cheers for you and your cheeks turn red from blushing.

when it hits the 1 mile mark you turn off your machine, slowing down with the motor, and stepping off with shaky legs. "that wasn't bad at all." you announce to the two boys and hoshi gives you a highfive, holding a stereo with the other hand.

"good job, now level 3, dancing to one of our songs, which one do you choose?" seungcheol asks, getting off the treadmill as well.

you think hard about what song you want to choose, then stick your finger in the air. "i got it! 'very nice'." the two boys start laughing and you slap your boyfriends arm. "it's my favorite, leave me alone."

hoshi plays 'very nice' on the stereo he had earlier and you begin the choreography, hitting every beat. they look at you with wide mouths, not expecting you to know the entire dance, "go [Y/N]!!" hoshi yells out, doing the dance to himself while he watches.

when you finish you blow your boyfriend a kiss and he catches it, putting it to his heart. "level 3 complete, i'm impressed [Y/N], seriously." he says and gives you a hug, rocking the both of you back and forth.

level 4 was to lift 100 lbs but after all you did, seungcheol decided to go easy on you, and change it to 50 lbs.

you easily lift the weight above your head and cheer to yourself, setting the weight on the ground, dancing around. "i get kisses, hot oil massage, head (sorry hoshi), AND pick my own reward."

seungcheol lifts you up and waves to hoshi, "thank you for helping, i have to go fulfill my promises." he puts you over his shoulder and you feel a slap on one of your butt cheeks, making you squeal. "bye hoshi, sorry you had to be involved with his perverted behavior."

hoshi waves and laughs, watching seungcheol run out of the private gym under your apartment complex, with you still on his shoulder.

at the apartment, he lays you on the bed the both of you share, and spreads his arms open to welcome you in his chest. you curl up comfortably on him, rubbing circles around his cheek. "level 1 prize please."

seungcheol leans down and kisses your nose, making you huff. he chuckles and goes down further to your lips, kissing gently until you open your mouth so his tongue could enter.

the kissing lasted only a few minutes before your hands roamed his body but he pulls away, "uh-uh, we need to do level 2 now." you pout but change your mood when you see seungcheol bringing in the massage oil, him smiling from ear to ear.

"get undressed, i'll warm the oil up." he tells you and gets the warmer, while you take off the athletic ware you had on. you put a pillow at the end of the bed and lay belly side down, anticipating the feeling of seungcheol's hands on you.

the feeling of him straddling your waist from the back made you let out a deep sigh at his weight. "am i too heavy?" he asks, hearing your breath hitch but you just shake your head. "no honey, im good." you whimper out and he laughs, getting off your butt, kneeling on the bed next to you. "i forgot you're half my size." you giggle and lean your head up to kiss his lips, admiring his compassion for you. "i'll get started now." 

he pours the oil on your back slowly, the pain hitting your skin instantly but you old it in until you're used to it. seungcheol massages your shoulders first and you let out a low lingering groan which made him start laughing, but you ignore it. his muscles flexed as he rubs every knot that was in your shoulders, continuing to make unnatural sounds at the massage. 

"flip." he whispers so he didn't ruin your zen state, and you abide, turning over so you were now on your back. he gently rubs your shoulders from the front with the oil, dragging his fingers up your neck in the process, making chills run down your body. 

he moves his hands down to your boobs and you smile with your eyes closed, squirming around when he squeezes them tight. the oil wasn't as hot anymore so when he poured more on your chest it didn't hurt your boobs. 

seungcheol admires your body and hums, pinching your perky nipples so they could get hard. you blush and watch him take one of your now hard nipples in his mouth, your head thrown back when you feel him start nibbling on it softly. his tongue swirls around you and he looks up at you with a smirk, "do you want to move on to level 3?" 

you nod and buck your hips gently in the air, signaling you needed him. he kisses from in between your boobs to your belly button and rubs your inner thigh gently. "good girl." he whispers and kisses down to your pelvis, just swiping his tongue over your clit. you whine at his teasing and buck your hips again, "i need it." you whimper out, seungcheol listening and flicks his tongue over your clit in a fast pace. 

you let out a loud moan at his tongue and grip his hair in your hand tightly, looking down at him pleasuring you. he pulls away so he could spread your legs open wide, his tongue sliding through your folds skillfully, then back up to your clit. his tongue pace never lessens while he lifts your legs up to your knees so he could see more of your pussy. 

he slides his tongue in your hole, feeling the inside of you with a moan and rubs your clit with his thumb. the sensation of him inside you made your legs shake and you buck your hips fucking his face. "you have a magic tongue baby." you moan out and feel him chuckle, sending vibrations against your wetness. 

you throw your head back again, arching your back and push his face closer to you while you cum in his mouth, yelling loud for him. "fuck..." you whimper when he sucks up all your juices and kisses your now throbbing clit. 

"thank you my angel." you breathe heavy and he goes up to kiss you on the lips, rubbing your arm softly. "anytime, i love you." he mumbles, wrapping an arm around your naked body. "what do you want to do for level 4?" seungcheol asks after you catch your breath and you hum, cuddling up to him close. "watch my shows naked, eat, have sex, watch my shows, eat, have sex, repeat, until we fall asleep. if we fall asleep." 

"deal."

[parasolemn]

X7 Acts 1-3 Summaries transcription

note: all things i am uncertain about are now in italicised square brackets bc they were bothering me

I encourage everyone to look at the screenshots or video themselves to see if they can read something themselves more accurately than I have. (Video has been removed via copyright strike from ZA/UM, however drive links are available.)

(Updated as at 5/04/2025 at 10AM AEST)

Act 1 - The Murder

Summary

Size: Small Playtime: ~1 hour Energy: High Emotional tone: Panic & Survival 30% Talking; 70% Action 30% Comedy; 70% Darkness

"The first Act introduces Locust City's protagonists, Cuno and Cunoesse. The game starts inside Cuno's subconsciousness, in the special Locust Dream sequence, from which he is violently awakened by his father's abuse. We find Cuno in his living room at the Capeside Apartments, where he must fight to survive Beast de Ruyter's violent rage. Brought to near death by his father's overpowering strength, Cuno is rescued by the [pursuing?] Cunoesse, but their escape attempt is thwarted by the Beast's relentless pursuit. Finally, the children are cornered into brutally murdering Cuno's father on the Capeside boat dock. The act is witnessed by the [urgent?] Call Me Mañana, frightening the children into fleeing Martinaise for good. Cunoesse sets the destination: Hämärä Maa, her ancestral land, thus setting the events of the game in motion. Lastly, before moving on, the player needs to go back and explore Cuno's apartment to collect a few key items before setting off on their journey. (See the Miro board for a detailed overview and storyboard.)"

Player experience

Immediate parallel to Disco with the interior psychological opening of the Locust Dream

The extensive multi-phase animation-driven action sequence between the kids and Cuno's father should give the impression of an ambitious technological upgrade over Disco

Kicking off the game with a refreshingly faster, more higher-stakes pace, establishing the tonal difference of the story

The opening Act is necessarily linear in its major outcomes (Beast is murdered, murder is witnessed, kids flee Martinaise) but on a smaller scale, the Player and the roll of their dice can influence the way in which the Beast dies, as well as the inventory, Health and injuries the kids walk away with.

The more curious Player should understand through environmental storytelling and reading between the lines that the Martinaise strike is still ongoing. Streets are barricaded, and Mañana is still an agent of the Union. The kids might not understand it, but on some level (for any subsequent playthroughs) the Player should understand that Mañana doesn't truly intend to report the children to the cops, he merely wants to get them out of Martinaise because they've witnessed him where he shouldn't be.

The Player will internalise some of the key gameplay mechanics, character [switching], and refreshed Skill, Inventory, Consumable and Thought Cabinet systems.

Act 2 - The Escape

Summary

Size: Medium Playtime: ~2 hours Energy: Medium Emotional tone: Impatience & Paranoia 70% Talking; 30% Action 50% Comedy; 50% Darkness

Themes (top to bottom, left to right): BLUE: Being in transit; Clocks ticking; Neither here nor there; Maps, networks; Wanting to leave, not being able to; Running from your past; People who live in between places [The in-between economy] -> (Yellow) Beggars, homeless PINK: The "strong" vs. the weak; Cushioned childhood vs. street childhood; Loss of childhood naïvete GREEN: Guilt; Paranoia; Looking over your shoulder; Being bound in blood; Depending on each other

"The Second Act finds the children arriving at Jamrock Central station, having walked all the way from Martinaise. It is 07:30 in the morning, and Cunoesse insists they must board the 14:44 train to June Cite. Time at the station is limited, and there are several progression paths through the area. If the kids can obtain two train tickets, they can board legally, or otherwise smuggle one another in a pet carrier, potentially create a diversion (?) or, if all else fails, leap aboard the departing train, likely losing health, inventory supplies, etc. During their time at the Station, the kids notice they are being followed by Petit Hercule, an impressionable little schoolboy whose naïve nature can be put to good use in stealing one ticket. In the process, it becomes clear that the kid is traveling unsupervised and has one ticket already on him, resulting in Cunoesse urging you to lure him into the men's room and try to mug him, testing your conscience and the power balance between Cuno and Cunoesse. Otherwise, the kids can take up the advice of the Beggar King and begin the painstakingly slow process of scraping together barely enough coins to buy one ticket, thereby receiving an introduction into the game economy system."

Player experience

Being thrust into the bustling train station following the gruesome murder should leave the player feeling like a fugitive on the run trapped in limbo, eager to depart but forced to pretend everything is normal.

The indifferent reality of the train station will provide a contrast to the post-murder emptiness, a reminder that the world is still moving in its tracks. The clocks are still chiming. People are drinking coffee. It's almost insulting. Don't they know someone's world has just come crashing down?

Time at the station is limited to mere hours, adding to the sense of impatience and pressure to move on, so that the player would not lose momentum after the high-action opening Act and fall into a slump. They are still not safe -- this is no time to relax.

This Act will challenge the Player's problem-solving abilities, as finding all the ways to gain passage aboard he train will require speaking to a variety of characters and following up on several strategies.

This Act will also put the Player's motivations at odds with their conscience, presenting them with a layered and difficult choice between Little Hercule and Cunoesse. This confrontation sets up Cunoesse's frightening, manipulative nature.

The Player will be introduced to Co-operative Checks, the game economy, the map(s), and receive a greater variety of items and consumables to experiment with.

Act 3 - The Journey

Summary

Size: Large Playtime: ~3 hrs Energy: Low Emotional tone: Mundanity & Temporary Relief 90% Talking; 10% Action 80% Comedy; 20% Darkness

Themes (anything I can read): PINK: Social contrast BLUE: [Deception?] -> Trip as Peter Pan -> Never growing up

"The third Act, entirely aboard the Azure Sans-Détour train line, represents a breather in the tension and a break in the overall darkness. Whether they like it or not, Cuno and Cunoesse have no other option but to stay on this fast-traveling metal tube for three entire days before they've reached their destination, so they might as well make the most of it. The key character of Trip the Train Conductor will serve to induct them into the ephemeral but vibrant social microcosmos of the train, a temporary society on wheels. This is the Act where we have the opportunity to introduce the largest social spectrum of characters, involving the petit bourgeois hops entrepeneurs Vincent & Agnes, wrapped up in a (consensual) love triangle with Trip, as well as other train staff and passengers from social groups Cuno and Cunoesse have never had the chance to interact with before, such as a scientist.(?) This Act will contain another Locust Dream sequence, as well as one-off sequences like the Ghost Station, the Biggest Meal, and Two Kids in a Trenchcoat. The catch of the train journey however, which Cunoesse doesn't tell you until you've already boarded, is that the place where you need to get off the train is actually in between two stations. For this, you're going to have to do Trip's bidding in order to have him pull the emergency brakes on the third day to let you off, or you might have to risk jumping off the moving train to move to the next Act."

Player experience

Here we want the Player to relax a little bit and indulge in Cuno & Cunoesse's mischievous and comedic side. The Train is removed enough from both the immediate stress of the murder and from the impending dread of arriving at Hämärä Maa that it is able to have a more lighthearted tone than the rest of the game.

The Player should feel as though they are really covering ground on their journey, as evidenced by the daily changes to the Train map and the dynamic scrolling background.

The characters the Player gets to interact with on the Train can be very thematically diverse and unconnected by background or life experience, joined only by this shared journey. These characters can deliver all kinds of stories from all corners of the game world, expanding on Elysium worldbuilding and lore.

The Man from Jamrock Station throughline will present the players with a parallel plot which bridges the seemingly unconnected locations of Acts 2, 3 and 4.

The Player should have the freedom to decide how they will navigate the special puzzles of the Train, affecting the fate of Trip and his love affair.

The location itself should provide enough exploration incentives to keep the limited train space feeling fresh, including gaining access to various cars and compartments, new Orbs and situations appearing every day, and people and luggage changing location daily.

[izzih22]

Masterlist PT. 1

Paige x Azzi

Everything and More

Nowhere but Here

Home in You Part 1 Part 2

Can’t Look Away

Warm Water, Warmer Hands

First Time

Safe in Your Arms

Truth be Told

Simp City

Power Couple Vibes

Ink of Victory

A Final Play

Clumsy Love

You Don’t Have to be The Hero Today

City Lights

Your Gonna be The Death of Me

Your my Favorite Medicine

The Best Win of All

Drunk in Love… Literally

My Sisters Gay— and She’s Awesome

Heaven Sent

One Last Dance

The Strength of Us

Caught in The Act

Someday, Together

Just Missed You

The Rivalry

Flight Risk (Of Love)

Baby On Board

Your So Whipped

The Calm Before The Draft

Your So Pretty

In Sickness And In Health And In Payback

Too Many Athletes, Not Enough Chill

Breathe, Baby — I’ve Got You

Yours.

The Air Between Us

In The Quiet Chapter 1: USA Basketball

Chapter 2: Something in the Air

Chapter 3: Just Say You Need Me

Chapter 4: Like We’ve Always Been

Chapter 5: Yours Without Asking

Chapter 6: Almost

Chapter 7: The Space Between

Chapter 8: Like Gravity

Chapter 9: Ours

Epilogue: Ours, Out Loud

She’s Already Got Me

Braver With You

Left on Read

Everything She’s Ever Wanted

Come Back Home

Safe With You

You Scared Me

Just Let It Out

Team Azzi (Forever)

So Whipped

When It’s You

Wrapped Around You

Wrapped Around Her Finger

Let Me Take Care Of You

Can’t Hide From You

Go Away (Don’t Actually)

Kiss Me, Maybe?

Don’t Touch Her

This Is Why We Close The Door

Only You Know

Bench Behavior

Everything You’re Not Saying

Just Five More Minutes

Whose Side Are You On?

Don’t Let Go

Settle, Baby

Leave the Hat On

The Worst Way To Love You

For Everything We Dreamed

All the Quiet Things

What Breaks and What Holds

Always You

Winner Takes All

Say That Again

Wipe Out

Valerie

Two States, One Heart

Earned

Inside Voice, Outside World

The Bueckers Bundle

You Came/ You Called

Family Business

Hormones And Huskies

Written in Ink

The Only One

Right Beside You

I’m Not Mad… I Just Miss You

Whatever You Want

Built Different

I Just Need You

Just Us

Breathe, Babe

[fishnapple]

How they comfort you, their love languages

(Future spouse/partner/lover)

This is a mini reading about the things that your partner/spouse would do or say to comfort you.

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

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CUBE 1

"Our life together is the most important thing"

"You're alive, I'm alive and that's good"

Tickle

Clumsy jokes that make your belly hurt

"Let's go to the beach"

"Whatever you do, I'm right beside you"

"Don't worry"

"Don't be afraid to fall, I will catch you"

"I'm your biggest fan"

Silent understanding

Scary movies that make you jump into their arms

Passionate, emotional sex

The warmth of their body

Holding you in the dark

Holding your hands whenever you go out together

Warm breads and fresh flowers

Board games

Forehead kiss

"Let's run away"

"I will find you again even when you've become a star on the heavenly sky"

CUBE 2

Surprise gifts, this person could spoil you a lot with material gifts

"I will get it for you"

They would do many things to make your life easier without you knowing: take care of your routines, pack your lunch, iron your clothes, etc

Change the colour of the curtains and bed sheets to cheer you up,

Date nights

Take you to see the sunset, to somewhere dark and windy, surrounded by nature

"No problem "

"Let's me take care of it"

They comfort you in your dreams

Intuitively guess your thoughts

Whisper loving words when you are in public places

Be with you through every social events

"My greatest achievement is to be their partner"

Boast about you everywhere they go

"I command you to love me", then proceed to massage your feet

Holding you silently while you spill out your darkest secrets

Direct in displaying their desire for you

CUBE 3

Act all tough and intimidating with other people but become a mushy romantic when they're with you, especially in private

Never fail to notice and compliment your effort at taking care and beautifying yourself

Getting heart eyes both when seeing you in leisurewear and in glamorous clothes

Try to sing for you even if they hate singing or not good at it

Love poems

When they find it hard to express their feelings through words, they express through material gifts and sensory pleasures instead

Just buying you stuffs and pretend to not know about it or act oblivious and nonchalant

Wrap you in softest blanket

"Let's go into the bathtub together"

Drying your hair

Take lots of pictures, of you alone, of you guys together, of your memories

"You're my best friend, let's me be your best friend"

"I love you "

CUBE 4

"I've loved you before and I will love you again"

"See you in our next life together "

Appear right when you need them

Act more confident and tough

The heat of their body

Pull you into them

"Lean on me"

Witty jokes

Irrelevant stories to distract you from whatever negative feelings you're having

Hand holding

Lots of notes

Phone calls throughout the day

Try to talk in the softest voice when they're with you

"Let's play video game"

"Let's me draw your silly face"

"Let's take a day off and go to where nobody knows us"

The meadows, the sea, the mountains

Take your pleasure as their top priority

Love making

"I'm afraid that this is all a dream, but as I go to sleep and wake up everyday, you're still there"

"Your pain is my pain "

Warn anyone dares to come in between you two

CUBE 5

"Nothing can stand between us"

"We can go anywhere we want"

"I believe in us"

"Hey, teach me how to do this"

Make plan for both of you

"Let's me read Tarot for you"

Always on time

Keep their promises, from smallest one to biggest one

Cakes and sweets

Warmth food

Hype you up

Eager to hear you talk

Patience

Try to be silly just to cheer you up even though they seem to be a pretty serious person

Laughter

Refer to you as "my love" when talking with other people

PDA

"I think I'd done good deeds in my past lives, that's why I met you"

Looking deep into your eyes

"I believe this relationship has changed us for the better"

Ride of die

"Till death do us apart "

CUBE 6

"You were alone, but now you have me"

Act childish and cute to get your attention

Also love it when you do the same to them

"Let's get married "/ "Let's get married every year"

Tell you about their childhood nightmares and how embarrassing they were

"I was told to wait for you when I was a kid"

Has no shame in acting embarrassing or silly just to make you laugh, even in public

"Do you want to date me" (even when you guys have been married for a long time)

Handmade gifts

Corny pickup lines

Genius at solving problems

Try to get you to debate about odd topics

Looking intimidating and professional in public but don't care about people's opinions, especially about you and your relationship

Will defend you in any conflicts

Take your side unconditionally

Willing to share everything with you

Honesty

Think of a new way to affirm their love everyday

"We make a great team"

[inky-duchess]

Fantasy Guide to the Army

I have been asked to do this post for quite a long while and I finally got around to it. This guide is a basic guide, you may need to do further research into specific armies across the world. Armies are a necessary part to any world building, so what do we need to know about them?

(PS I had planned to include air force and navy but I am just one person and I cut myself, and the read more link, some slack)

Ranks

Field Marshal (FM) The Field Marshal is the highest rank of within the Army. The rank of Field Marshal was often granted in times of war (a general must have committed an act of valour, i.e. a victory). The rank can sometimes be used as a divisional command rank or brigade command. The UK, Austria-Hungary, Afghanistan, Germany, India, and Pakistan use the rank as a reward for achievement. Spain and Mexico use it for divisional command while countries such as Portugal, France and Brazil for use it for brigade command. The rank of Field Marshal is a "five star" position. The rank does not exist in the US army. They are addressed as Field Marshal Surname. Their insignia is two crossed batons surrounded by yellow leaves set under a crown.

General (Gen.) A General is the commanding officer of an army or army corps. It is currently the highest rank granted in most armies today, it is a 4 star position. A General is in charge of commanding large units, they are in charge of making strategic decisions for the army, oversee major military operations, manage the needs of the army. They are addressed as General Surname. Their insignia is four stars (US, France, Germany, Russia) and a sword and baton crossed under a crown and a star (UK). Lieutenant General (Lt.Gen) Lieutenant General commands an army corps or a division (tens of thousands of soldiers). They are also involved in strategic planning. They also hold positions within the Ministry of Defence/Equivalents. They would often serve as advisers to the government and aid Generals. It is a 3 star position and they addressed as Lieutenant General Surname. Their insignia is three stars (US, Germany, France, Russia) and a crossed sword and baton under a crown (UK)

Major General (Maj.Gen) Major General is a general officer in the army, responsible for leading and operational roles. They would command divisions of tens of thousands of soldiers. They support the officers above them, helping with strategy, executing the strategy, oversee the training of their units. They are addressed as Major General Surname. They are a 2 star position. Their insignia is a crossed sword and baton with a star (UK) and two stars (US, Germany, Russia, France). Brigadier General (Brig.Gen) Brigadier General is a one-star general officer in the army. They command brigades (3,000 to 5,000 soldiers), assisting Major Generals in tactical planning and coordination of operations. They are addressed as Brigadier General Surname. Their insignia is one star (Russia, Germany, US,), two silver stars (France) and s crown and three stars (for the UK, stars are known as pips). Colonel (Col) Colonels command brigades of about (3,000 to 5,000 soldiers), they are senior staff officers who both provide leadership to their units which are sometimes specialised agencies, such as task forces. Colonels are addressed as Colonel Surname. A silver eagle (US), a pair of diamond pips under a crown (UK), three silver pips upon shoulder braid with silver braid (Germany), three gold pips on a shoulder board with golden braid (France and Russia). Major (Maj) Majors command units of around 120 officers. They are in charge of the training and welfare of their soldiers, administrative duties within the barracks and within their unit. They are the primary staff officer in brigades. They assist superior officers in planning and executing missions and tactical plans. The Major is referred to as Major Surname. Their insignia is 2 gold stars on a shoulder board with golden braid (Russia, France) 2 silver pips on a shoulder board with silver braid (Germany), a crown (UK), a golden oak leaf (US)

Captain (Cpt) Captains lead companies usually around 50-200 soldiers. They are often the second officer in a company working alongside a superior officer. They are responsible for operations in the field such as ensuring equipment is kept up to date and in good condition, offering logistic support, and managing their troops. Captains are addressed as Captain Surname. Their insignia is two silver bars (US), three pips (UK), three silver pips on a shoulder board with silver braid (Germany), three golden pips on a shoulder board with gold braid (France, Russia) Lieutenant (Lt) Lieutenants command a platoon (about 30 odd soldiers). They are in charge of overseeing the training and discipline of their soldiers along with ensuring their welfare. They will participate in missions under the command of a superior. Lieutenants are addressed as Lieutenant Surname. Their insignia is two golden stars on a shoulder board with gold braid (Russia, France), two silver pips on a shoulder board with silver braid (Germany), two pips (UK), one silver bar (US) Second Lieutenant (2/Lt) The Second Lieutenant leads smaller units, working with enlisted soldiers. They are crucial in the training of soldiers, they maintaining personnel records and manage the resources needed for a mission or the units welfare. They would be addressed in conversation as Lieutenant but referred to as Second Lieutenant in dispatches and in correspondence. Their insignia is one gold bar (US), one pip (UK), one silver pip on a shoulder board with silver braid (Germany), one gold pip on a shoulder board with gold braid (Russia, France)

Enlisted Men

Warrant Officer 1st Class (1/WO)This is the most senior non-commissioned rank. They focus on discipline, prisoners, ammunition supplies and various technical and non-combatant services. In the UK, they often hold the rank of Regimental Sergeant Majors (RSMs) and are appointed by the Secretary of State Defence while in the US, the Secretary of the Army appoints them. They are addressed as Mr/Ms/Mrs Surname or Chief. Their insignia is one silver bar and a black square (US), the royal coat of arms (UK), four silver pips on a shoulder board with silver braid (Germany), three gold chevrons and a gold star (France), two gold stars on a shoulder board with golden braid (Russia) Warrant Officer 2nd Class (2/WO) The Warrant Officer Second Class would do similar jobs as the WO1, but they handle the below regimental section. Warrant Officer Class 1 (WO1). WO2s can be referred to as Company Sergeant Majors (CSMs) or Squadron Sergeant Majors (SSMs) (depending on their unit). They take roles within training, discipline and aiding the Warrant Officer Class 1 (WO1). Addressed as CSMs/SSMs and as Mr./Mrs/Ms. Their insignia is one gold star on a shoulder board with gold braid (Russia), Three golden chevrons (France), three silver pips on a shoulder board with silver braid (Germany), crown (UK), silver bar with two squares (US). Sergeant (Sgt)The Sergeant are responsible for the soldiers under their command. They oversee their team, acting as mentors and supervisors to their soldiers. Sergeants are over a squad of 10 soldiers. They are responsible them, from performance, prepare them for combat and their needs. They are addressed as Sergeant Surname. Their insignia is three chevrons (US, UK), two silver pips on a shoulder board with silver pips (Germany), two golden chevrons (France) and three golden chevrons (Russia). Corporal (Cpl)Corporals lead small squads of soldiers, no more than . Corporals are in charge of the training of their soldiers and ensuring that they are up to standard. They handle all the paperwork for their squad such as records. Corporals will accompany their soldiers on missions, leading patrols and overseeing their soldiers in the field. They are usually responsible for large pieces of equipment. They are addressed as Corporal Surname. Their insignia two chevrons (US, UK), one silver pips with shoulder board with a silver braid (Germany), two gold chevron (France, Russia). Lance Corporal (L.Cpl)Lance Corporals help Corporals lead their teams, acting as their second in command. They are in charge of disciplining, mentoring and leading their squads. They are also in charge of large weapons. They are addressed as Lance Corporal Surname. Their insignia one golden chevron (Russia, France), none/one silver pip (Germany), one chevron (UK) and one chevron with crossed rifles (US) Private (Pte)Privates are the lowest rank in the army. They will have just come out of training with the basic skills of a soldier. Privates are given tasks by superior officers, must obey the orders given and are usually given the more hands-on tasks, such as maintenance of weapons and their camp. They are addressed as Private Surname. Their insignia is one chevron/none (US), no insignia (UK, France, Russia, Germany).

Non-Commissioned Officers vs Commissioned Officers

You may have often heard the term "non-commissioned officer" if you have ever watched any war media. The difference is that Commissioned Officers receive their rank via a formal document signed by a high-ranking official, such as the monarch or a political leader. The Commissioned Officers are usually Lieutenants, Colonels, Generals, Captains, Majors. They are responsible for giving orders and making decisions. Non-Commissioned Officers are promoted from the enlisted ranks, gaining their promotion on skills alone. They are in charge of discipline, training and carrying out orders. They are usually ranked among Corporals and Sergeants.

Jobs within the Army

No army is just made up of officers and their soldiers. An army is like a town on the move, there are hundreds of different tasks that must be undertaken to ensure the army is fed, transported, kept in line and kept equipped.

Medic: Medics are the first responders for wounded soldiers, they administer first aid, medication and medical care to the soldiers in their unit. Medics are usually NCOs.

Chaplain: Is a soldier with some religious or spiritual calling that administers last rites, confession, spiritual guidance and solace for soldiers. They will see to soldiers of all creeds and faiths.

Artillery Crew: The Artillery Crew handle the maintenance and inventory of artillery weapons and related equipment. NCOs with training in the handling of artillery.

Military Police: The Military Police are force within the army that keep soldiers in line, maintain order and arrest any soldier caught doing a crime on the job. Always NCOs.

Intelligence: This is the information post, which involves fact gathering, recording and study of information needed by the army to mobilise.

Quartermaster: The quartermaster manages the distribution and gathering of all the things needed for the army from uniforms to equipment for the soldier's packs. Usually NCOs.

Mess Officer: The Mess Officer oversees the Mess Hall, managing the staff as they cook and prepare the army's meals. The Mess Officer would also be in charge of budgeting, inventory, health and safety and providing meals timely. Usually an officer, Captains and Lieutenants.

Adjutant: Is an officer who acts as an assistance to a superior officer taking on secretarial duties such as paperwork and arranging their diary. Usually a Captain or a Major.

Combat Engineer: The Combat Engineer is in charge of maintaining and building fortifications. NCOs with specialised skills in the field.

Logistics: Logistic Specialists handle the supplies, equipment and arranging transportation. NCOs.

Armourer: The armourer is in charge of weapons and ammunition. They handle any repairs needed and see to the safe storing of these valuable items. NCOs.

Communications Specialist: These Specialists handle communications, the communication equipment and its maintenance. NCOs usually with previous experience or training.

Mechanics: Mechanics are in charge of the maintenance of vehicles and machinery. They handle repairs, do check ups, offer support in the field and ensure everything is in good shape. NCOs with training and skills in the area.

Equipment

The soldiers will not be going into any situation without equipment - at least, not at first. Equipment is like gold dust in the field, especially if a unit is within enemy territory or the supply chain cannot be relied upon. Soldiers may often turn to thievery in order to resupply themselves with ammunition, weapons, supplies and even boots. In WWII, the newly formed company the Special Air Service - the SAS - actually raided their allies for supplies.

The soldier would carry essential supplies when they are first deployed. These would include (may vary):

Flasks/Canteen: Or some sort of drinking container. A soldier will need to hydrate if they don't wish to die-dydrate on a long march. They may also carry water purification chemicals such as iodine.

First Aid Kits: All soldiers will carry the basics of a first aid kit. This would include bandages, gauze, burn ointment, tourniquet, pain relief (not the good stuff), scissors and tweezers.

Knife: It is always handy to have something to cut things with.

Gun Cleaning Tools: Soldiers will have the equipment to care for their weapons. An uncared for weapon is an invitation for death.

Ammunition: A soldier would carry ammunition with them.

Entrenching Equipment: Something to dig with, usually a collapsible shovel.

Rations: Soldiers may often carry some sort of food with them, usually of the preserved kind.

Some form of shelter: Soldiers may carry something to shelter themselves such as a sleeping bag, a tent, a blanket.

Signal Mirror: Soldiers carry signal mirrors to send visual signals to communicate with others.

Toiletries: Basic hygiene items.

Weaponry

Soldiers will not only just need equipment to survive on the field. Soldiers will carry all sorts of weapons on them. It was up to the soldier to care for the weapon and ensure it is up to scratch. Ammunition, of course, doesn’t grow on trees and nor do weapons. Weapons and ammunition like supply I mentioned above could often be “liberated” from the enemy or even unwitting allies. Every soldier will carry:

A rifle: This is the long-range weapon carried by almost all soldiers. They will use this in combat, especially if fighting from a fixed position.

A handgun or a pistol: Most soldiers will carry a secondary gun. These guns are useful in tight spaces or close combat.

Bayonet: A knife or blade that is attached to the rifle. This allows a soldier to stab the enemy with their rifle.

Combat Knife: A knife used in combat.

Mortar: This is a short-barrelled artillery piece. It is used to fire shells at steep angles.

Hand Grenades: These are handheld explosives carried by soldiers. They have a delayed fuse, meaning that they are useful as both a long-range weapon and as a close-range weapon – one could leave one behind as a present. They are typically activated by pulling the pin, flinging it away from the body, toward the enemy and denoted.

Uniforms

Above in rankings, we went through the insignia which is the symbols on one's uniform that denotes your rank and place in the hierarchy of things. Soldiers will be inspected every day to ensure their uniforms are up to standard and will face the wrath of superiors if their uniforms are unkempt and their appearance not up to the mark. Every private learns how to shine their own boots, sort out their own uniforms and are responsible for looking their best. There are different kinds of uniform for a soldier.

Casual Uniform: This uniform is comprised of a more casual uniform, made up of a tunic/shirt, trousers and boots. Certain units will wear caps and berets denoting their unit and rank as well. Combat Uniform: This is worn on the field. It will often reflect the climate the soldier is going into, so will be light and heavy depending on the weather. A soldier would wear a combat jacket, trousers, wear a helmet, wear their identification tags/dog tags. These would be in mute colours, usually khaki or camouflage. Service Dress Uniform: This is worn during official duties and formal events. It comprises of a dress shirt, tie, peaked cap/beret, creased trousers and a jacket with their insignia, unit symbols and medals. Dress Uniform: This is worn during very formal ceremonies. A formal jacket pinned with ribbons, embroidered insignia and the medals of their achievements and commendations, creased trousers, dress shirt and tie, polished shoes and a formal hat cap/beret.

Life of a soldier (On Base and in the Field)

Soldiers on active duty will be expected to manage many tasks, not just firing at the enemy or storming enemy beaches. Soldiers are expected to fulfil maintenance work, defence, offence, administrative duties (if needed), engineering and communications.

On Base: A soldier’s day will be planned right down to the second. They will get up at a certain time, have an allotted time to get ready and tidy up their bunk, report to various drills and participate and have a list of duties to undertake within the day. These duties involve maintenance on base, helping with any office work, guarding and patrolling, doing specialised tasks such as helping in the infirmary. Most privates will do the grunt work, anything hands on or labour intensive while officers will see to training soldiers or paperwork or supply management.

In the Field: The life of a soldier in the field wasn’t as regimented as on base – it can’t be, since most soldiers won’t have the exact same day especially in battle or marching from place to place. But every soldier will have certain duties to undertake. Of course, fighting will be included, some soldiers would take it in shifts to man a fixed position or to engage the enemy or to participate in missions into new or enemy territory. Soldiers would take their place “out on the line”, patrolling the edges of their camp to ensure they can’t be crept up on. Soldiers will erect camp every night they aren’t marching which includes the putting up of tents, digging of latrine pits, building fortifications. Soldiers not out on the line or engaging the enemy will spend their time at camp either helping in the mess hall, in the infirmary or keeping the camp ship-shape. Soldiers may often be sent out to “forage” (*cough, cough* steal) whatever they need such as food.

The Realities of the Army

Good vs Evil. Yes, sometimes the army are the heroes. But in reality, war is a grey area. No army in the world is wholly bad or innocent. Every single army on earth has committed war crimes and every army has had to make decisions which some would find morally reprehensible. The point is that painting an army as the good guys or the bad guys in your narrative can’t work because it isn’t realistic. You can of course highlight these issues by the actions of a few soldiers while still retaining the antagonists and the heroes. You can of course pit the ideals of both sides in a war together, to firmly push your reader toward the good guys vs the bad guys. But the reality is a simple one: all armies kill, all armies steal and all armies destroy.

Civilian vs Soldier: The Reality Civilians suffer at the hands of their own army as well as the enemy. Civilians often had to deal with soldiers taking their crops, livestock and overtaking their homes in searches for food, shelter and resources. Enemy civilians would also put up with pillaging, looting and in some cases death, assault and sexual abuse. It is of course against protocol to harm civilians but things do happen in theatres of war.

The Army vs the Soldier

While the army expects a lot out of the soldier as an induvial, the army can often fall short of their duties to that soldier. This can be unintentional, for example supplies can get lost or stolen. But there are instances where soldiers and their needs are sacrificed for the greater good. They maybe passed over for supplies or reinforcements for another unit. They may be placed in difficult circumstances without any hope of relief. They may not have the equipment needed to fight their battle or stay alive. Sometimes, armies even shot their own soldiers for insubordination, ex. In WW1, many soldiers on all sides were shot by their own for “cowardice” – this may have been the case, but some cases involved soldiers who were suffering from PTSD.

Choice vs Obligation vs Threat Why do soldiers fight? What makes somebody join the army? Sometimes it is the search of opportunity, of a place, of rank and a purpose. But sometimes, going to war isn’t the choice of the soldier. Drafts and conscription make military service compulsory for certain age groups and genders. In peacetime, soldiers are enlisted voluntarily in most armies while some countries have compulsory service time even in times of peace. In some wars, criminals in prison were offered the chance to serve in the war as penance for their crimes. There are of course instances when one is threatened or forced into an armed force.

The Effects of War on the Soldier War changes people. The things soldiers see and have to do within war and training will inevitably change them as people. Sometimes, the change is positive, the army has been named by many people as the thing that straightened them out and have them structure. The army sometimes allows soldiers to travel and gain access to opportunities and education that they may never have had access to before. But undeniably, war has negatives effects on soldiers and civilians. Soldiers may suffer from PTSD, depression, suicidal thoughts and feel a disconnect between themselves and their old lives. Soldiers often find it hard to return to their life after the war, especially in radically different settings with people who don’t understand what they have been through. This can lead to substance abuse issues, alcoholism, problems with the law and troubles within relationships among family and romantic partners. Soldiers of course can get injuries while in war or even in training. Loss of limbs, damage to the brain and other organs, broken bones, burns, shrapnel injuries and of course gunshot wounds are all common. Soldiers often get ill while in the field, such illnesses including typhoid, hypothermia, trench foot, dysentery, malaria, pneumonia etc. These are caused by the close living quarters and the often-sub-standard living conditions. Soldiers would often be at risk for pests such as lice and fleas because of their living conditions. Soldiers may often face problems with nutrition, might suffer from dehydration and starvation especially if supplies are scarce.

The Geneva Convention

Your world may not include the Geneva Convention, may pre-date the Geneva Convention or Geneva may not be a place within your WIP, but I include this here so you might have a fair idea about the “rules” of modern warfare. This is just a brief version.

Medical personnel are not to be specifically targeted in operations.

Medical facilities and equipment is not be targeted in operations

Any wounded soldiers or civilians are to be treated, despite allegiance.

Prisoners cannot be tortured or harmed in any way

Prisoners must be fed, well-kept and treated for any injury

Prisoners are not under obligation to tell their captors anything but their name, rank and other personal information – this is so they can be recorded and all information must be recorded and sent to the captured soldier's officers

Prisoners must be allowed to communicate with family and friends.

Prisoners have the right to receive any packages or mail.

Prisoners have the right to access the services of the Red Cross, who cannot be prevented from visiting and inspecting them

Prisoners who are seriously wounded or ill must be released

Any religious figures are to be captured and released as soon as possible

Soldiers cannot take hostages, they cannot pillage, they cannot take slaves.

Soldiers must abstain from humiliating and degrading any captured soldiers or civilians.

Reprisals against civilians and other soldiers are forbidden.

Group punishment is not permitted (Yes, that one teacher did break the Geneva Convention)

Prisoners can be tried by their captors, but they are entitled to a fair trial.

All POWs shall be released at the end of conflict

At sea, hospital ships cannot engage in war.

Any shipwrecked crew on a ship must be rescued despite allegiance.

Children, pregnant women, mothers with very young children, the elderly, the sick and wounded who are imprisoned for a long time, must be released as soon as possible.

Surrendering soldiers, civilians and civilians who participate in acts against an army cannot be harmed and must be taken alive.

The use of weapons to cause suffering, say a non-fatal wound or mutilation is prohibited.  

It outlaws indiscriminate attacks on civilian populations and destruction of food, water and other materials needed for survival.

The destruction of resources that could affect the population such as poisoning the water supply is not permitted.

Certain infrastructure cannot be destroyed or targeted. This includes dams and nuclear stations. Cultural landmarks and religious landmarks are also to be spared.

Recruitment of children into the armed forces is prohibited.

The use of certain symbols such as the Red Cross in order to deceive the enemy is prohibited.

Civilians who do not take part in combat are to be treated respectfully. They are protected from violence from soldiers.

Children and vulnerable people are top-priority to be evacuated to safe havens as soon as possible. All efforts will be made to reunite them with family.

The targeting of civilians and anything that sustains their well-being such as food sources is prohibited.

Military Terminology

This is by no means a full list but these are the most commonly used terms.

Boots on the ground – to physically be in a location

Inspection - a superior officer takes formal note of appearance, condition of living area and weapons.

Drill – a practise in various manoeuvres, marches, procedures

Pass - leave to have some free time, sometimes off base.

Off base - away from military barracks

Tour of duty – the period of time which an action is completed in.

Civvies – Civilian clothing

Detail - a specific task undertaken by a unit or soldier

Mess hall - dining facility

Latrine - toilet

Latrine duty - digging a Latrine pit or cleaning the facility

Flanking - Attacking an enemy formation from the sides

Envelopment - surrounding the enemy from multiple sides

Penetration - breaking past the enemy’s front lines

Reconnaissance by Fire - Firing at positions that may be occupied by the enemy to provoke them into returning fire (so you know where they are)

Ambush - Attacking from concealed position

Retreat - go back the way you came (DO NOT COLLECT €200)

Feigned Retreat - Pretending to retreat and then attacking the enemy

Perimeter - boundary of fortified area

No Man's Land - the space between front lines

Contact line - where opposing sides meet to fight

Supply line - the route the supplies get from base to the field.

Front line - the furthest out troops are place on the line, this is where the most intense fighting happens

Barracks - sleeping quarters in base

Foxhole - a dug position in the ground

Combatant: A person actively engaged in fighting.

Non-combatant: A person not engaged in a conflict.

Civilian: Somebody who is not a member of any military unit.

Militia: Civilians who are armed and trained to fight.

Guerrilla: Small, independent units that takes up arms against an armed force. Very effective.

Saboteur: Somebody who deliberately sabotages equipment and supplies.

Spy: Somebody who gathers information about the enemy.

Operative: A soldier who carries out a specific task.

Mercenary: A soldier for hire

Contractor: A person or a group of people who are hired to provide advice, services and additional support to the army and their operations.

Conscription: Compulsory enlistment.

Enlistment: Joining the army.

Exercise: Simulated military practises or manoeuvres for training.

War game: Simulated war fare for training.

Mission: The operation.

Objective/Target: The objective of the mission.

Campaign: Multiple operations.

Down Range – being within the combat zone

In-Country – being within in a war zone

Quarters – can mean one of two things either it is a medic's order to stay in the camp or barracks or military family housing.

Squared away - to fix

Siege: Where one army sits outside a fortified town or position and tries to claim it.

Convoy: A large group of vehicles such as trucks, jeeps and tanks travel together. It is harder to target more than one vehicle.

Escort: More vehicles and soldiers who accompany a convoy.

Strike/Assault: Attacking the enemy.

Counterattack: An attack to respond to a previous attack

Rear: Behind the formation

Front: Before the formation.

Line: The formation.

Column: The formation in a line.

Formation: The arrangement of soldiers

Deployment: Soldiers moving to a position.

Redeployment: Sending soldiers to another position.

Mobilization: Readying soldiers, their supplies and equipment for deployment.

Demobilization: The disbanding of soldiers after an operation.

Reserve: Soldiers and equipment held back. This is usually to conserve soldiers and supplies for emergencies or shortages.

Reinforcement: More soldiers and equipment sent to the soldiers on the line to bulster their efforts.

Casualty: Death, injury, missing.

KIA: Killed in action.

MIA: Missing in action.

Surrender: Yielding to the enemy.

Ceasefire: An agreement to cease hostilities.

Armistice: A temporary stay of fighting.

Battalion: A large unit of soldiers. Usually in the range of 300 upwards to 800 or so soldiers.

Regiment: A unit made up of several battalions.

Division: A military unit (10,000-20,000)

Corps: A unit, (20,000-50,000)

Theatre: The place where military operations are undertaken.

Engagement: A battle or a conflict with the enemy.

Manoeuvre: Planned movement.

Logistics: The planning of moving soldiers and equipment to soldiers.

Ordnance: Supplies.

Artillery: Large-calibre firearms.

Infantry: Soldiers who fight on foot.

Reconnaissance: Gaining information about the enemy and their positions.

Tactical: Planning and implementation the military strategies.

Strategic: Planning and directing strategies.

Operational: The following through of military operations.

Command/Control: The authority to direct military operations.

Communications: The passing of information between units, base and HQ.

HQ: Head Quarters

Intelligence: Information about the enemy

Counterintelligence: Preventing the enemy from gaining information about the army, such as the famous Operation Mincemeat.

Camouflage: The use of material or paint to hide oneself from one’s enemy.

Fortification: Defensive structure

Entrenchment: Digging trenches or foxholes.

Garrison: Military station.

Bivouac: A temporary camp, but this camp is without no cover. This means no tents or shelter.

Dog Tags - Metal identification tags worn by soldiers

Patrol: Soldiers will leave camp or their positions to walk within their boundaries

Raid: Attacking on the enemy’s position.

Zero Dark Thirty - Early as fuck, from 0100 hrs to sunrise.

Copy - I understand

Unit - can mean any organisation in the military

Platoon - a section within a company made up of 30-50 soldiers

Contact - Engaging with the enemy

Tactically Acquired - Stolen

Squad - a smaller faction of a company

CO - Commanding officer

XO - second in command

Hang Fire - wait for the next set of orders

Demilitarized Zone - a place that is no go for military equipment, weapons and soldiers

AWOL - Absent without leave

PT - Physical Training

Skivvies - ones undergarments

Active Duty - Full time duty in active service

As You Were - Go back doing whatever you were doing or standing how you were standing

BOLO - Be on the Lookout

CP - checkpoint

Bunk - Bed

Ruck - backpack

Smoked - physical punishment for an infraction.

Zone of Action - a specific part of the tactical area.

About face - a manoeuvre where a someone or a group turn to face the opposite direction.

POW - Prisoner of War

POW Camp - facility to house POWs

Halt - stop marching/moving

Present Arms - salute, typically by presenting one's weapon or raising the right hand to the forehead

Parade Rest - stand with one's feet shoulder-width apart, hands folded behind their back

Fall out - break formation

Fall in - get into formation

At ease - stand in a more relaxed position

Attention - stand upright, heels together, back straight, shoulders back, arms at the sides.

Books and Media I recommend

Band of Brothers (HBO, Limited Series)

Beyond Band of Brothers by Dick Winters

Band of Brothers by Stephen Ambrose

M*A*S*H

The Unwomanly Face of War by Svetlana Alexievich

Lady Death: The Memoirs of Stalin's Sniper by Lyudmila Pavlichenko

The Six Triple Eight

Some Desperate Glory: The First World War the Poets Knew by Max Egremont

Poems of the Great War 1914-18

Poems of the Great War by Wilfred Owen

Poems of the Great War by Siegfried Sassoon

Poems of the Great War by Robert Graves

Poems of the Great War by Rupert Brooke

Poems of the Great War by David Jones

SAS Rogue Heroes (BBC)

SAS: Rogue Heroes: The Authorised Wartime History by Ben MacIntyre

Saving Private Ryan

All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque

All Quiet on the Western Front

Private Peaceful by Michael Mupurgo

War Horse by Michael Mupurgo

Road to War by Valerie Wilding

The Trenches by Jim Elderidge

D-Day by Byran Perett

D-Day by Ben MacIntyre

Japan's Pacific War by Peter Williams

Operation Mincemeat by Ben MacIntyre

War Nurse by Sue Reid

Helmet for my Pillow by Robert Leckie

With the Old Breed by Eugene B Sledge

Hacksaw Ridge

D-Day Through German Eyes: How the Wehrmacht Lost France by Jonathan Trigg

Platoon

Britain’s Secret Defences: Civilian saboteurs, spies and assassins during the Second World War by Andrew Chatterton

If You're Reading This...: Last Letters from the Front Line by Sian Price

A Bridge Too Far

Firepower in Limited War by Robert Scales

Storm of Steel by Ernst Jünger

Dunkirk

The Things They Cannot Say: Stories Soldiers Won't Tell You About What They've Seen, Done or Failed to Do in War by Kevin Sites

1917

On Artillery by Bruce Gudmundsson

Letters From Iwo Jima

Das Boot

The Longest Day

Come and See

War Horse

[bunnynova]

DESPERATELY, HOPELESSLY, IN LOVE.

𐙚⋆.˚ - Pairings: Rindou x Fem!Reader 𐙚⋆.˚ - Warnings: Multiple Orgasms/Several rounds, Pussy eating, Fingering, Pet names, PnV, Aftercare, Breeding mentions, Creampies, Friends with benefits undertones. filthy tbh, rough (?) sex, dirty talk, praise?, degrading? spitting 𐙚⋆.˚ - Words: 2.8k 𐙚⋆.˚ - A/n: This content is 18+ MNDI. First fic kinda nervous. I hope you enjoy it! Requests are open!! I want it to be known as well all of my fics are written with a plus sized reader in mind. However I do not mention hair textures/color same with skin tones. I do try to be as inclusive as possible, however, I have noticed that there is a lacking in content across the board for plus sized readers. Not proofread either. Soo possibly bad writing. 𐙚⋆.˚ - Notice: You can filter your content in the event it is not for you, under blog settings if any of tags used you will not see content relating too this. Twt Links Inspo: 1 2 3 4 5

His breath was hot and heavy against your skin. Each exhale brushing against your inner thigh as his grip tightened possessively. Your legs were slung over his shoulders. Trembling, helpless, just how Rindou wanted you. He wasn't his usual sweet self tonight, no there was not an ounce of sweetness with how he devoured you.

Not with how he commanded your body with his tongue. His mouth teases your clit. Just for him to pull back and murmur something filthy against your soaked skin. Soaked in your sinful act. Words that made your cunt clench and your mind buzz. He knew exactly what he was doing. Each drag of his tongue and drag of his finger, keeping you right on the edge of your high, all because he could. 

A low, guttural groan rumbles from his chest as he laps it up, eyes fluttering shut like he’s savoring the finest fucking delicacy. Your taste drives him wild, sweet, sinful, completely addicting. He devours you with unrelenting hunger, tongue gliding through every slick crease, collecting every drop like it belongs to him.

“Look at this greedy little cunt,” he growled, dragging his fingers through the slick mess between your thighs, spreading it deliberately. “So fucking wet, clenching around nothing like it’s desperate to be used.” He pushed two fingers in, slow but deep, curling them just right as your back arched. “Ease up baby, so fucking tight, like it’s begging to be stretched open.” 

He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear as he spoke slowly, almost hearing the gravel in his voice. “I’m gonna stuff you full of cock, baby. Gonna fuck you so deep you’ll feel me for days. And when I cum inside you? You’ll be dripping all down your thighs, marked, just how you like it.” A wicked grin tugged at his lips. “You ready for that, princess? Ready to be my filthy little mess?”

His tongue slides between your lips, slow and indulgent, collecting the taste of you, groaning low in his throat like he’s savoring something forbidden and divine.

“Fuck,” he breathes, voice thick with need. “You taste unreal.”

He devours you with deliberate hunger, tongue stroking through your slit, teasing and greedy, flicking up to circle your clit before sealing his mouth around it. The suction sends a sharp jolt through your spine, your hips jerking against his face, desperate for more. He moans into you, the sound vibrating against your most sensitive nerves, as his fingers slide between your thighs—two slipping into your soaked entrance with ease.

The stretch is delicious. He curls them inside you with practiced precision, pressing up into that devastating spot that makes you cry out, clenching around him like your body already knows what it’s made for.

“That’s it,” he growls against your cunt, eyes flashing up to watch you writhe. “Get that pussy dripping for me. I want you to be messy and wrecked. Nice and prepped for me, my pretty girl.”

His pace quickens, fingers thrusting deep as his tongue lavishes your clit, relentless, merciless. Your thighs clamped around his head, but he doesn’t stop—he groans, like he loves being smothered by your pleasure, like this is exactly where he belongs.

When he finally pulls back, his lips are glossy with you. He kisses his way up your trembling body, over the fluttering rise and fall of your stomach, your chest. His hands trace every curve like he’s starving for the feel of you—memorizing the slope of your waist, the softness of your breasts, the way your body arches into his touch like it was crafted just for him.

"You are exquisite," he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and full of awe. "A goddess made flesh, a dream came to life. Every moment with you is a gift, a blessing beyond measure." He kisses you back deeply, pouring all his love and devotion into the slide of their mouths and tongues. One hand tangles in your hair, the other slipping down to grip the curve of your ass, pulling you harder against him. He wants you to feel every hard inch of him, wants you to know the effect she has on him, the hunger she ignites.

"I love you," he breathes, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down the column of your throat. "I love you more than words can express, more than any dream could imagine. You are the very air in my lungs, the rhythm of my heart." 

He suckles at the sensitive skin of your neck, his teeth grazing your racing pulse. He knows he'll have to be careful, to control himself. But he's determined to worship you, to pleasure you, to make you feel cherished and adored.

Grabbing his cock and slapping it against your wet pussy before spitting on his length although it wasn't needed from how soaked you were, and sliding back into your needy hole, inch by inch. Making you feel him completely, in this moment he didnt care what was happening outside those four walls.

You feel that?” he whispers as he grinds against you, his cock hard and hot, sliding between your folds. “I’m going to ruin you.”

He presses forward, the thick head of him nudging at your entrance, spreading you open with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips. Your breath catches as he sinks into you inch by inch, the stretch intense, filling, overwhelming. Rindou groans above you, his mouth falling open as he bottoms out, buried to the hilt inside your dripping heat.

“Fuck baby you’re so tight,” he mutters, forehead pressed to yours, voice ragged. “Gripping me like this. You were made for me.”

He doesn’t move at first, just stays there, grinding his hips into yours as your walls pulse around him. The heat between you is unbearable, maddening. You wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him in even deeper, and he hisses through his teeth, a low, guttural sound of restraint slipping.

Then he starts to move slow at first, deep and dragging, each stroke sending a shockwave of sensation through your body. He fucks you like he’s savoring every second, like he wants to memorize the way your cunt flutters around him, the way your breath stutters every time he hits just right.

“That's my girl, doing so good for me.” he growls, pulling back to watch your face contorted in pleasure. “Taking every inch of me like a good girl. So wet for me. So fucking desperate.”

He snaps his hips harder, rougher now, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. You cry out, clutching at his back, nails digging into his skin, and he just pounds into you deeper, chasing that perfect rhythm that has you unraveling beneath him.

His mouth is everywhere, suckling at your nipples, biting at the tender skin of your neck, licking into your mouth between gasps. He worships your body with every thrust, every kiss, every filthy word that drips from his lips.

“You feel me baby? Feel me deep inside your needy cunt.. Fuck.. feel s’good around me.” He groans rather loud as he shrugs your legs from his shoulders. Removing himself from you as he grips your ankles, pressing them forward against your body. “Keep them just like this or I’ll stop, you hear me, stardust?” Rindou's voice was graveled, lust and need dripping with every word. Gripping your hips as he pulled you down to have a sticky sweet contact, he wanted all of you, he felt like an animal. 

His fingers made indents on your thighs as he gripped your plush skin, throwing his head back in pure bliss. Rindou thrusts were harsh slams but at such a delicious slow pace that made your head fuzzy. You couldn't even think straight. 

“Gunna fuck a baby in you, you want that dont you princess? Gunna fu-fuck all my cum into your tight needy hole” Thrusts matching his word, hips never faltering, though each snap of his hips hitting deeper with each pass, angling just right to find that sensitive spot deep inside your walls, grinning maliciously when he does so. Your body was on fire, moans, cries falling from your lips 

“Ahh!-Ngh! Ri-Rind-Ah fuck feels so good, Mm-ah fuck a baby in me. I wan’ that, ‘Make me yours” you cried out, words slurring from pleasure. His chuckle is deep, cruel, against your neck 

“Awh my poor princess, shes gettin her cunt fucked so good she cant even finish my name. Poor thing, here let me take care of you, pretty my stardust.” His head dipped down to your neck latching onto it, leaving very clear marks on your skin.

 His free hand coming to your chest, ripping your sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger. “Let me hear you baby, can't tell if I'm doin’ a good enough job or not.'' He teased, he could tell he was, he could feel how slick you were, and the white ring around his cock base. 

Your cheeks became warm at his words, you had never experienced this side of him before, not that you didn't like it, rather you loved it. Harsh, tightroped on degrading and praising. 

Pulling him down, your gaze meeting his. “Come on, Ngh! fuck a baby into me, isnt that want you wanted?” You egged him on as a loud whine leaves his lips in response.

He removes one hand from your thigh, thumb slotting itself between your lips, eyes rolling back when your tongue circles the digit. Popping it from your mouth “Open” Rindou spoke, looking up at him with a hazy expression as you opened your mouth. A glob of spit rolling from his tongue feeling it rush back against your throat.

 “Keep it in there till you cum” He leans forward, feeling his high coming soon, feeling your hands against his back nails digging into his skin making him whine from the painful pleasure. Your climax builds like a storm, pressure winding tighter and tighter as he slams into you, fingers reaching down to rub fast, firm circles on your clit.

His hips began to falter, with his body shuttering from his orgasm, filling up your pussy as promised. Feeling our own high coming, back arching from the mattress, cries of his name falling from your lips. Feeling him fill your body with his cum. Body shaking in bliss.  

A soft laugh left your lips as you card your fingers through his pretty two toned purple and black hair as you shook your head a bit “That was different, what happened?” Rindou chuckles in response before lifting his head to look at you “I'm not sure, must’ve been something in the air” A loud laugh left your lips in response. 

“A warning next time would be nice, it was probably the baby fever or something” He sighed with a groan head dripping onto your chest. “Who said I was done?” He spoke with a soft growl in his voice, his tongue lapping around your sensitive buds. 

You’re gasping, body spent but still burning with need. When Rindou growls low in his throat, cock twitching inside you. He’s hard again already, thick and hot, still pulsing with want.

“Did you think we were finished?” he murmurs darkly, teeth grazing your jaw. “Not even close.”

He starts to move again, slow at first, maddeningly deep. Your body arches, aching, your overstimulated nerves lighting up like fire beneath your skin. You whimper, and he smirks against your throat.

“Sensitive already?” he taunts. “Then you’d better hold on, princess, I wanna watch you crumble, and fall apart under me.”

His hips snap forward, sudden and brutal. You cry out, your voice caught between a moan and a sob, and his eyes darken as he watches your face twist in pleasure.

“Fuck! listen to you,” he grits out, fucking you deeper with every thrust. “So loud for me. So goddamn needy. Say it.”

“Say what?” you manage to gasp, clutching at his shoulders as your body trembles.

“That this pussy’s mine,” he growls, slamming into you so hard the bed frame shudders. “That no one else makes you feel this way. That you need me.”

You’re already unraveling again, the pleasure ripping through you in waves. “It’s yours,” you sob, head thrown back. “Only yours. No one else Ngh..fuck! no one else can touch me like this.”

“That’s right,” he breathes, and his voice is all gravel and fire. “I want you fucking ruined for days. I wanna make sure you feel me for days, mold your cunt to my cock baby.”

You clench around him at the sound of his voice, possessive, raw, filled with that deep hunger only you get to see. He’s completely unhinged like this. And it’s for you.

“You’re taking me so deep,” he pants, fingers bruising your hips as he slams into you. “So goddamn tight. You feel what you do to me?”

You nod, delirious, legs wrapped tight around his waist. His sweat drips onto your skin, his name falling from your lips like a mantra between desperate moans.

“Touch yourself,” he orders suddenly, voice wrecked. “I want to see you come again. While I’m buried inside you.”

Your hand trembles as it moves down, fingers brushing your slick, swollen clit, and he watches you, eyes locked to where your bodies meet. You’re close again already, so close it hurts.

“You going to come for me, baby?” he whispers, leaning in to kiss the tears of pleasure at the corner of your eye. “So fucking pretty when you break.”

“I-I can’t Ri-Rin Please!” You cried out, your voice strained. 

“Yes, you can,” he growls. “You’re mine, and I’m not stopping until you give me everything.”

And you do. Your body locks up around him, legs shaking, that third orgasm crashing over you like a wrecking wave. You scream his name as you come apart, your cunt clenching so hard around him that he curses loudly, spilling into you a second time, raw and deep, every muscle in his body drawn tight as he floods you, again.

He collapses on top of you, both of you soaked, shaking, breathing like you’ve run miles. For a long moment, neither of you speaks.

Then his lips brush your ear, soft and low.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “You’re mine. Every fucking inch of you.”

The room is silent now, save for the distant hum of the city beyond the window and the quiet tangle of your breath against his chest.

His hand cradles the back of your head, fingers threading slowly through your hair, the same fingers that gripped you so hard moments ago. Now, they touch like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

He presses a kiss to your temple, warm and lingering, his voice barely audible. “You okay?”

You nod slowly, your voice a whisper. “Yeah. Are you?”

He lets out a breath, like he’s been holding it this whole time. “I don’t know,” he says honestly, forehead resting against yours. “I think I lost my fucking mind in you.”

There’s a short laugh between you, tired, tender. Your fingers trace the line of his spine, still damp with sweat, and he shivers under your touch. Not from arousal this time, but from the intimacy of it.

“I’m serious,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes are softer now, not dark with lust, but open. Unshielded. “I’ve never felt like that before. It was more than just… fucking. You know that, right?”

You swallow hard. You do know. You felt it in the way he held you, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing grounding him to earth. The way he fell apart inside you like he trusted you to hold him through it.

“I felt it too,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. “Every second of it.”

His throat works, jaw clenching like he doesn’t quite know what to do with how deeply that hits him. One of his hands moves to your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone, and when he kisses you this time, it’s not hungry or demanding—it’s slow. Tender. Reverent.

“You wreck me,” he whispers against your lips. “And not just in bed. You.. gods.., you scare the hell out of me.”

Your brows draw together. “Why?”

“Because this isn’t casual anymore. Not for me.” His voice shakes, just a little. “You’re under my skin. In my chest. All I can fucking think about. When I touch you, it’s like… I’m home.”

The words hit like a heartbeat too hard in your chest. You curl closer, nuzzling into the curve of his neck, inhaling the mix of sweat, sex, and his scent faint cologne.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” you whisper. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He holds you closer at that, both arms wrapping around you like he needs to anchor himself in the moment. You feel his lips against your hair. His breathing slows. Your heartbeats sync.

And in that small, quiet moment. entwined in sweat-slick skin and the afterglow of something more than just pleasure, you both realized something.

This isn’t just physical. This is love, wild and unspoken, finding its way out through trembling bodies and words neither of you had ever dared say aloud until now.

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cherry bomb | jungkook (m)

pairing: jungkook x fem reader

summary: “get fucked or die” becomes the motto to live by when a serial killer begins targeting virgins on your campus.

genre: smut, horror/slasher, college!au

word count: 7.1k

warnings: multiple minor character deaths, blood, gore, violence (including gun and knife use), mentions of alcohol consumption. virgin-shaming and slut-shaming, oral (fem receiving), riding, virgin!reader, first-time sex, protected sex, hair-pulling, biting, fingering, dirty talk, virgin kink/corruption kink, fuckboy JK. is JK a sub or a masochist here? answer: i don’t fucking know!

a/n: inspired by the movie cherry falls (2000). heed the warnings. remember that this is fiction, not meant to be entirely realistic, and characters' views/actions don't represent my own. if this kind of content is not up your alley just block me or make use of the wonderful filtering option in your account settings

sources for the fic dividers: one | two

link to part 2

CHERRY BOMB

don't wanna die? come out and hook up with a sexy girl or guy.

virgins get in free!

THIS FRIDAY

NOV 3, 20XX

[address here]

"very corny." you shake your head, looking at the party flyer in your hands. you'd just torn it down from the bulletin board in your dorm lobby; unauthorized advertisements aren’t allowed, and your job as RA involves these menial-ass tasks. "this is literally life or death...why are they turning it into a joke?"

"it is a joke," your friend camille says, snatching the flyer out of your hands to look it over. "think about it. 10 students get killed since we came back in august, and the semester isn't even over yet. the school administration and local police haven't done nearly enough to address it or stop any more deaths. and the common denominator is that all these people were suspected or confirmed virgins?” you haven’t seen the evidence yourself, but the daughter of one of the local policemen claimed every victim also had virgin carved into some part of their dead body. “yeah, i'd say it's a joke to pretty much everyone at this point. this is what happens when you let the students come up with a solution."

camille hands the flyer back to you, and you hold it limply. "but...it's not like you can look at someone and tell if they're a virgin. the killer must've known them all personally. it just doesn't make sense."

"some of those people had no mutual friends. nothing connecting them whatsoever. not even shared extracurriculars. it's gotta be a perverted stalker with a fetish, maybe. a scorned hacker who somehow got into their private conversations 'n' shit? or maybe he consulted the cards to know who’d fucked before and who hadn’t.”

“oh please.” you scoff. “now you’re being completely ridiculous. tarot cards aren’t gonna tell you if someone’s a virgin or not.”

“then you come up with a better explanation. either way, these folks—" camille points to the flyer "—aren't taking their chances."

"hm..." you keep staring at the flyer, looking at the shiny-red cherries, condoms, sex toys, and other sex-related objects decorating the paper. whoever designed this really wasn't playing.

"so, are you gonna go?" camille asks with a sidelong glance. "free admittance, after all."

your neck burns under the collar of your shirt. "are you?" neither of you have had sex yet, for differing reasons. camille's reason was almost complete indifference to the whole act.

she gives you a look that says i could give a shit. "...you know the answer to that one, dear. so you're not even thinking about it? as much as you have cried to me and lorelai about not being able to find a man you like enough to give it up for, our killer here probably already knows. you practically have a ‘come kill me’ bullseye on your back.”

"i don't know," you say, because you genuinely are thinking about it. “and stop trying to fucking scare me.” despite your logical brain trying to reason with you, you still feel a sense of underlying terror about being the next victim. "the virgin killer," as they'd nicknamed the freak, clearly prefers a specific type of victim, and all kills have been random and unpredictable other than that—and the fact that every victim attended your university. he also seems partial to using a knife on his victims, but even that isn’t guaranteed—3 of the 10 had been killed in ways other than stabbing. "i don’t know why you’re so nonchalant about this, though."

camille shrugs. "if he comes for me, i'll just spray him with my illegal mace and kick his nuts into his throat. then tie him up and wait for my dad to come blow his head off. there are some advantages to having a gun nut for a dad."

you chuckle at the absurdity of it. "you've got it all planned out, then."

--

FRIDAY, NOV 3

taking a rideshare to the party was a smart idea on lorelai's part, because the two little shots you took to pre-game already have you feeling woozy. or maybe it's just your nerves.

the cherry bomb is located at a mansion that isn’t really a mansion, but a large once-abandoned house one of the fraternities fixed up years ago for throwing off-campus parties.

the party is stacked wall to wall with people when you enter, though from what you can see, no one has actually started fucking yet—maybe they're saving that for the supposed orgy later in the night. you just hope you can get someone in one of the backrooms before that happens, because you're not really keen on having everyone in your class knowing what your tits look like.

you have one simple mission here tonight—lose your long-held virginity and get off the virgin killer's radar. once that's done, you'll make your exit.

"actually, i'm surprised anyone else showed up. other than you, who wants to willingly admit that they're still a virgin in college?" lorelai shudders. you roll your eyes and try not to feel offended, sucking your teeth.

"you were more than welcome to stay back at the dorm."

"no! i'm here for moral support, plus i don't want to be alone tonight. i don't care who this killer targets, it's getting too crazy out here to just be letting your guard down anymore."

well, you won't argue that.

you and lorelai dance to the song booming over the multiple speakers, scanning the room for potential hookups all the while. you become more alert when you recognize a familiar length of black hair coming through the front door, plus the tattoos and piercings to match.

you're not surprised jungkook came. he has his pick of untouched and easily corruptible virgins here, which has always been his thing; you've heard him brag about it to his seatmates more than once in your shared elective. not to mention the stories you've heard from the women who actually fucked him. as far as you could figure, it was the usual male ego posturing bullshit about being able to say he was someone’s first—and likely best. for that reason, alarm rises when he makes eye contact and starts making a beeline for where you and lorelai are.

"oh, here comes the campus bicycle," lorelai says, voice deadpan.

you continue watching him from the corner of your eye, trying to see if he's just approaching someone in your general vicinity, but no. once he shoves his way through the crowd of dancers, some unashamedly groping at his body as he does, he stops right in front of you two.

"so, are you here for the same reason i am?" he asks you, grinning like the devil himself. "or are you looking to get that sweet little cherry popped?"

the backs of your knees sweat. "um—latter, i guess." you hadn't meant to answer that honestly, but to say you are caught off-guard is understating it. you can count on one hand the number of times you and jungkook have talked to each other in class, and never about anything of this nature.

"you're not gonna ask me?" lorelai says.

jungkook gives a hearty laugh; you didn't think it was that funny. "everyone knows you're not a virgin, why waste my time?"

"wow, okay. fuck you. you're no saint yourself." she huffs.

"anyway…" jungkook returns his attention to you. "have you really never done anything before? not even sucked a dick? there's no way someone hasn't tried to hit that. not even some 'backdoor action only' like those weird religious girls?"

"is that any of your business? i didn't know we had to give a rundown of our lack of sexual experience before getting laid around here." you snap.

jungkook's eyelids lower a fraction. "i'm tryna decide how easy i should go on you, babe. i mean, if you wanna take this in one of the rooms. otherwise, i'll let someone else have a go if you're not interested."

unfortunately, you are interested, despite his overly blunt manner and objectifying language. even though you know you’ll just become another entry on his long list of flings—someone he’ll tell his boys about later—maybe the fear of death is making you impulsive.

but maybe his looks are playing a part in it, too.

he's imposing with his physique and his all-black attire, his shirt so tight that you can clearly see his pectoral muscles and his nipples, his unbuttoned leather jacket doing nothing to hide those details. you can easily imagine yourself running your hands across those pecs, squeezing them, rubbing your fingers against his nipples and making him moan underneath you, feeling and seeing his abs contract through this stupid-ass shirt that must've been painted on. this brief fantasy immediately dampens your panties.

"…i'm interested," you affirm, dragging your gaze back up to his eyes, and he smirks from knowing you were obviously checking him out.

knowing the direction this is going in, lorelai taps you on the back and whispers in your ear. “have fun but don’t do anything stupid, yeah? i’m not playing auntie to any offspring you and this dude pop out, sis. use protection.” then she makes her exit to go find herself a partner for the night.

“so, come on.” jungkook nods his head in the direction of the stairs, and you follow him through the crowd as he leads you up the winding staircase. you squeeze past two girls kissing on the staircase railing, their motions a bit unsure as if they’ve never done it before but clearly still enjoying themselves.

jungkook pushes a few doors in until he finds an empty room, and you try not to ogle at the random couples you see along the way. not even an hour in and the two shots must be wearing off, because your body is beginning to buzz with nervousness again.

jungkook closes the door behind him when you both step into the room, which is lit by one lamp on a nightstand and the open window beside the bed. he reaches for you, and you shiver when his hand grasps the side of your face, the other snaking around your waist.

“scared?” he asks, his voice low. you shake your head, and he grins. “relax.” he leans in as if to kiss you and you part your lips, but he doesn’t do that just yet. he traces your top lip and then your bottom lip with his tongue, dipping it into your mouth as he switches. the teasing nature of his actions makes your body heat up as you watch a string of saliva spread and then break between the both of you.

he presses back in for a real kiss this time, his nose bumping yours. despite all your fears about tonight, you’re able to unwind somewhat and just focus on the full sensory experience that is this kiss—the warmth of his hands and his mouth, the sappy sound your lips make when they separate and come back together, the scent of his cologne, the taste of his spearmint-flavored tongue.

you find yourselves inching toward the bed, him walking you backwards while keeping you steady. just as the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed, there's the sound of a woman's bloodcurdling scream from behind you, and you nearly shove jungkook to the ground in your haste to run to the door. your fingers are scrabbling at the doorknob when you hear a burst of laughter. a guy you don't recognize crawls out from under the bed holding his phone up, displaying a youtube video of the shower scene in the movie psycho, which is where the noise is coming from.

"that was funny as fuck." the guy laughs obnoxiously loud, holding his stomach. “don’t get too carefree or you just might die, girlie.”

jungkook grabs the guy by his jacket collar like he's a kid and throws him out the door; the guy doesn't object because he knows this is preferable to getting his ass beaten by the bigger man. "fuck outta here, you jackass." jungkook snaps.

jungkook stomps over to the closet to yank it open. "any more idiots in here wanna show themselves?" he checks a couple more areas before deciding the room is clear and closing the door again, locking it for good measure.

“okay.” he sighs, stripping off his jacket and shoes. he takes your hand and pulls you toward him as he sits on the bed. “relax, baby. forget about that fucking clown. come ‘ere. why don’t you sit on my lap?”

with a heavy exhale, you try to steady your still-shaking hands as you shuck your boots off and pull your dress up slightly to comfortably sit in his lap, your legs loosely wrapped around his waist.

he squeezes your waist. “so, where were we? i don’t really remember…”

you huff out a half-amused laugh. “really? i’m pretty sure it was this…” you lean forward with your hands on his shoulders and press your lips back onto his. jungkook follows in kind, his hands running up from your thighs to your waist and back again. the rhythm of his hands is hypnotic, distracting you as you try to keep most of your focus on the kiss, and you fear you may be getting overstimulated before anything has truly began.

as you continue kissing, jungkook’s hands creep your dress further up your thighs until your panties are revealed. still feeling up your legs, his hands press further toward your inner thighs, and you gasp into the kiss when his thumb pushes against the seat of your underwear. they have been damp for a while now and you know he knows this, so you aren’t surprised when he breaks the kiss to smirk, though it makes you roll your eyes.

jungkook whispers against your lips, “let’s try something. will you sit on my face?” you stare at him without a word, not expecting this to be the first thing he proposes. at your response, or lack of, he adds, “i want to make you feel good. do you want me to taste you?” his voice is so soft, so unassuming and cloying, that it makes you feel like a lamb clutched gently in the mouth of a wolf.

your brain is already surrendering to it. “yes.”

you get another kiss and a smile. jungkook moves you out of his lap, shuffles further up the bed, and lies down so that he’s flat on his back, his head surrounded by the pillows. he gestures for you to follow.

taking your time, you slide your panties off and crawl up the bed until you’re near his face and he’s lying below you looking like he’s struck gold. he grabs your hips to bring you closer until you’re right over his mouth. you’re embarrassed to have someone looking at you from this angle for the first time, and you’re about to get too into your head about it when he french kisses your inner thigh, blanking out your mind.

the only thing you know from then on is that his mouth is burning hot. his tongue is everywhere. he licks at you delicately to test the waters, and then more firmly when your thighs tremble around his head, in an effort to elicit the same response.

the way he fits his mouth over your entire pussy and sucks it with just the right amount of pressure so that it won’t hurt makes you feel faint. the way he slides the flat of his tongue over your clit only to suck it gently at the end of the stroke makes you cry out louder than you intended. you’re glad he moved further up the bed for this, because you’re holding onto the headboard for dear life.

the only things you’re aware of are your own out-of-control moans and the wet sounds of jungkook’s mouth working you over. all of it has you so overwrought that you’re already reaching your peak, your grip on the headboard weakening.

jungkook seems to know this without you telling him anything. he pauses and looks up at you with a fucked-out smirk and a wet mouth. you don’t know whether to thank him or curse him for giving you a break. “before you come, fuck my face.”

“wh-what?”

“rub that wet fucking cunt on my face.” heat flares through your body at his frank words. “grab my hair and just ride my face.” he reaches up to take your hands off the headboard and places them in his hair. “you can do it, baby. fucking use me.”

it takes you a minute to get over the fresh wave of embarrassment and find a pace that works, because the connection between your brain and body feels like it’s frying and your coordination is off. jungkook helps guide your hips, especially with how you’re trembling from pleasure and close to falling apart. soon enough, you’re letting go of yourself and moving your hips enthusiastically, if a little clumsily, and chasing your climax. you savor the feel of your clit sliding across his wet tongue and his soft hair in between your fingers, and you push his head as close as it can get.

you come while screaming, dizzyingly immersed in the pleasure. you forget that you’re holding his hair as you yank roughly on it. the only thing that matters to you is that jungkook’s mouth is still sucking your clit through the best physical sensation you’ve ever experienced.

when he finally lets go and gives you reprieve, you collapse beside him on the pillows.

“i’m sorry,” you mumble, disoriented. “about your hair, i mean?”

jungkook laughs. it’s funny how shiny-wet his face is—and that you caused it, which is kind of hard to believe in the aftermath of it. “the pain is what gets my dick hard. don’t worry.”

you chuckle breathlessly at that, and for a few seconds you both have that funny little moment to yourselves in all the ridiculousness of the overarching situation.

then jungkook’s hand is reaching for you again. “i’m not done with that pussy yet, though.” he brushes a finger over your hole, and your body twitches from the sensitivity. he slides that finger through the wetness and then uses the lubrication to push only the tip of his finger in. he dips it in and out, teasing the nerves at your entrance, until you’re shifting your hips closer to him to implore him for more. he grants your request by sliding his finger all the way inside.

having a finger inside you feels okay at first, though not as good as his actions a few seconds ago. jungkook decides to amplify your pleasure by placing his lips on your neck, leaving gentle and wet kisses behind, and you become all too aware of the feeling of your hardened nipples against the material of your dress. the pleasure begins to heighten when his finger finds a place inside of you that makes you throb, your walls clenching around him.

“ah…” you gasp and shift eagerly against his body as he keeps stimulating that spot, not thrusting his finger into you but simply stroking it across that area in a come here motion.

jungkook pulls away from your neck to smile at his handiwork. “that’s better, right?” he whispers, watching your reactions. your lips form around the word yes, though it’s difficult to try to speak, and you worry how unsteady your voice might sound. he waits until you’re clutching at his arm, leaving red lines on his skin from your fingernails, to carefully push another finger in beside the first. you try to breathe evenly, though his refusal to let up on that spot has your lungs stuttering for air all over again. his nose nudges your ear as he leans even closer and whispers, “there are so many different spots to find, so many different ways to make you come; i wanna go looking for them all.”

jungkook angles his hand so that his palm is also stimulating your clit, his fingers thrusting slowly now. you turn your head away from him as your body becomes ablaze, unsure what to do with yourself as your climax nears quickly.

“would you let me do that? learn your body like no one else has done?” he kisses the shell of your ear, and even that small action is enough to tip you closer to the edge with how your body is already so fired up. “who else could make you feel as good?”

this orgasm makes your eyes fill with involuntary tears, and little clear droplets bleed down the sides of your face and towards your ears as your body convulses. jungkook kisses the wet trails they make on your face, still fingering you steadily and forcing another urgent cry out of you. you feel untethered from yourself, like you’re not in control of your reactions, and you don’t know whether to be afraid of that or not.

jungkook pulls his fingers out when you have mostly calmed down, watching strands of your wetness drip between them before sliding them into his mouth.

after you come the second time, you begin to tire. the deeds have been done, and if you want, you can confidently go back out to the party now and say you’re no longer a virgin; you’re off the unofficial kill list and can live the rest of your days without having to look over your shoulder with every breath.

…but jungkook is hard against your hip, and in all honesty, you don’t want to leave without knowing what his dick looks and feels like.

“you tired?” he asks, and the casual air of it makes your stomach flip, for some reason. he says it as if this is something you two do all the time and he’s used to asking you this after wearing you out during a good session.

but now’s not the time to get delusional.

“no. i want more.”

jungkook smiles broadly, teasing his lip ring with his teeth. he sits up to peel that skin-tight shirt off, and you don’t bother to stop yourself from staring at all that skin in front of you. your eyes drop further down when he removes his belt and undoes his jeans, pushing his pants and underwear down enough for you to see his v-line but not taking them off. is that an invitation for you to do it? "you hold the reins here," he says, lying back on the bed again. "do whatever you want to me."

“whatever i want?” you repeat, already sitting up. he nods, hands behind his head, and you take the initiative to straddle him again, knowing you’re getting his jeans wet.

you reach for his pecs first, just like you’d imagined downstairs. the firm muscle of them is mesmerizing; but when you slowly circle your thumb against his nipple and his eyes flutter, a small and breathy moan escaping his lips, you’re sure you enjoy this much more.

you play with his nipples and even work up the boldness to purse your lips around one, sucking it softly, and every noise that arises from him makes your clit tingle.

you eventually move your hands to his abs, enjoying how they flex at your touch. you didn't think his navel would be pierced, not hearing that detail in any of the sex tales you've eavesdropped on about jungkook, and you wonder what else you might find out about him tonight.

“you should do your nipples to match.” you suggest it without much thought as you’re teasing his navel piercing, though you don’t regret saying it.

“would you be into that?” jungkook sounds like he’s actually considering it, watching you from below his lashes.

you grin. you don’t know if you’ll actually end up having sex with him again to see them, but you answer, “i’d love it…it’d be sexy on you.”

sliding your hands further down still, you come to the waistband of his underwear, which is peeking over the top of his lowered jeans. for a second the nervousness returns; jungkook notices how your hands twitch with hesitation. “it’s fine, i’m not gonna bite you…unless you ask me to, though. here.”

he slips a hand into his underwear and grips his dick, though he doesn’t take it out right away; he strokes the shaft a few times, observing your reaction with expectant and hazy eyes. the scene before you makes your mouth dry. jungkook quickens his pace, twisting his hand at the tip and using his own precum as lube, until you are overcome with the desire to see it and you pull his underwear out of the way.

his cock is thick and flushed and glossy with precum. you don’t have much to compare it to, but it’s a good size, and all the previous women have said that he clearly knows what to do with it. he releases it and it slaps against his abs, leaving a streak of precum behind. when you look at him in anticipation of what he’ll do next, he grasps it again and starts stroking himself quickly, like he’s trying to get off. the wet slap of his motions and his quiet groans make your walls clench.

“i could keep fucking myself and you could watch, since you seem to prefer it…” he murmurs.

“no, i—let’s go all the way.”

jungkook smirks and answers your decision by pulling a condom out of his jean pocket. you watch as he unwraps it and slips it down his cock. though you’re already straddling him, he grasps your wrist and encourages you to draw nearer to him. “come here, pretty thing.”

when you’re hovering directly over him, jungkook grips the base and teases his tip against your entrance. “ready?” he asks.

“yeah,” you say breathlessly.

it’s a little slow-going, but you eventually end up with him seated inside you. it’s uncomfortable to be taking something bigger than a couple fingers, but it isn’t terribly painful.

“now, try moving your hips like this…” with his hands on your hips, jungkook helps you grind against him so that your clit slides across his pubic bone with every move. the discomfort begins to ebb out of your mind after a little while of doing this, and you laugh quietly.

“i thought…i thought this doesn’t feel good for men,” you sigh, your eyes closing from the bliss of his firm abdomen stimulating your clit. “this grinding thing, you know. or so a friend told me…”

jungkook laughs too, but he doesn’t confirm it like you expect him to. his only answer is, “a sexy woman on my dick will always feel good.”

he seems to be more about showing than telling, anyway. his hands reach for your breasts, groping them over the fabric of your dress before sliding underneath for better access. sporadic moans escape you as he plays with your nipples, making your clit throb harder and sending more warmth pooling in your abdomen.

your breath wheezes out of you when jungkook starts pushing up into you, his hands still squeezing your breasts. “you’re okay, baby…” he tries a few different angles until he pulls a visceral reaction out of you, your walls fluttering around him and your body shivering intensely. “mmm, there it is.”

your motions start tapering off as jungkook continues thrusting up against that same spot that had you in tears earlier. noticing this, he slips one hand back down to your hip and encourages you to maintain your pace, keeping your clit stimulated while meeting his thrusts. “you’re doing good…” he murmurs. “go ahead, keep fucking me just like that.”

you’re glad lorelai makes you go to the campus gym with her every week, because otherwise you’d be about to collapse riding him for this long. it takes more of your strength and stamina than you’d expected. no wonder jungkook stays in the gym.

“oh, fuck…” the way all his muscles flex as he repeatedly pushes up into you makes you wetter; you no longer have the wherewithal to be embarrassed about the gushy noises your pussy is creating. your whole world has whittled down to this one room, and all you can think about is your next orgasm.

“pull my hair again,” he requests, his eyes dark and lost in lust when he looks up at you.

"jungkook..." you grip his sweaty hair in your hand and pull it to bare his throat, and he gives a desperate moan, his member jerking inside you. you've never felt so in control of a situation before in your life. it gives you a straight adrenaline-slash-dopamine rush.

his neck is just there and exposed, flushed from exertion, and his physical responses make you feel so primal, like you could do absolutely anything to him right now and he’d enjoy it. because of this, you decide to bite his neck, if only to give your mouth something to do. his dick twitches again when you do, another pretty moan leaving his mouth.

his voice is strained when he says, “bite me harder.” when you let go, your mouth travels the expanse of his neck to leave marks in a few other places, digging in harder just as he asked of you.

“fuck, y/n—” the pain of your teeth is pushing him close to the edge too soon, so he slips his other hand out from under your dress and brings it lower to circle his fingers over your clit. jungkook adding his experienced fingers to his constant stimulation of your g-spot is enough to cause your release. your body slumps onto his as you squeeze around him, your head falling into the juncture of his neck and shoulder and your eyes shutting so tightly that you see wobbling shapes in the darkness.

jungkook gives you a few more thrusts rougher than the rest, causing you to cry out. your climax and the aftershocks have your mind so dizzy that you only just realize that he’s reaching his own peak, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he fills the condom with his cum. you hear him groan next to your ear, the sound of it filthy and uninhibited.

jungkook lifts your head from his shoulder, his thumbs on your cheeks, and his lips meet yours in a final slow kiss, his teeth leaving their mark on your bottom lip as a parting reminder.

you're still trying to get your bearings and slide him out of you when jungkook suddenly says, "what is that noise?"

"huh?" you remain immobile for a moment so you can listen more clearly, and you recognize the sounds of screaming and feet pounding on the floors in a bid to run away—both upstairs and downstairs. these don't sound like the same screams of pleasure from earlier. "what the hell?"

you and jungkook scramble to collect your clothes and get dressed, thankful that neither of you stripped down completely, and he throws the used condom into a random corner of the room. you're still making last minute adjustments when jungkook stands up and unlocks the door.

"the fuck is—?" his voice cuts off as if he can't finish his thought.

"what? what is it?" you stand up to get a better view around his body in the doorway, and you scream when you see a lone blonde girl lying a few feet away from the door, slumped against the opposite wall with a slashed throat. her pink party dress bleeds red, and her face that catches the illumination of the string lights glints with tear tracks. you look away from her unseeing eyes before you can cry out again.

jungkook seems confused, peering down the other end of the hallway like there'll be someone there to explain. "it...didn't work?" he asks to no one in particular, as you have no answer. you walk farther back into the room as if putting more distance between you and the body will provide some protection. bumping against the window sill, you turn around to look out the window and see several cars peeling out of the makeshift grass parking lot, nearly running over other people or hitting other cars on the way. you release a stifled scream from behind your hands when someone is too disoriented to get out of the way of the speeding cars and is sent flying through the air before landing painfully, their body now unmoving. the offending car never stops to check on them.

the screaming downstairs worsens, countless voices rising to a fever pitch of shouting and wailing, and you imagine this must be what the pits of hell sound like. jungkook whips around to look at you. “we gotta get the fuck out of here.”

you two inch out of the room with him in the lead, peering into jarred-open doorways to see if anybody could be waiting in the shadows. there are a couple of other bodies in two other rooms, and you wonder—even with the loud music constantly reverberating through the house, did you really not hear the struggles that led to these deaths in your throes of passion? the thought unnerves you. the idea that maybe you were only saved by jungkook deciding to lock the door…

the stair railing you’d walked by an hour ago is now broken in the middle, splinters of wood lying scattered on the stairs, along with more bodies lying on the steps just as haphazardly. the scene looks like the remnants of a stampede; you hope most of these people are just unconscious and not dead.

the dancefloor is a swarm of people in various states of undress pushing and pulling each other as they rush for the exit. there’s not as many people heading for the back door, everyone attempting to squeeze through the main entrance in their unthinking panic, so jungkook grabs your arm and the two of you pick your way through the bodies to get down the stairs as best you can. when you enter the mass of people, you’re exceptionally glad for his strength because it’s easier to get through the opposing crowd.

to reach the back door, you must first get through the kitchen. beside the kitchen entrance in a dark corner, you see someone doubled over and grasping the person in front of them for stability.

you realize belatedly that they have a knife in their stomach; the other person standing over them is the virgin killer himself, calmly watching them suffer.

the killer’s face is hidden by the mask he always wears, which you are seeing for the first time now, up-close—a hairy werewolf head with lemon-yellow eyes and a candy-red tongue. it’s so unexpected that you would’ve found it comedic if not for the context.

a guy in a blue sweater grasps the killer from behind in an attempted surprise attack, causing him to jerk the knife out of the other person’s stomach. the sudden movement causes a spray of blood to come flying off the knife, and you have to hold back vomit when drops of the warm, stinking crimson hit your face. though it feels like time has slowed to a mere creep, all of this happens within seconds.

you don’t see much more before jungkook is forcing you to move again.

you, jungkook, and multiple others barrel out of the back patio door, nearly ripping the flimsy screen door off its hinges in your haste, while the classmate in the blue sweater fruitlessly struggles with the killer in the kitchen. your leg muscles flex harder when you hear the person's agonized shout and the mushy rip of flesh being torn seconds later. almost everyone else has taken the same idea to run for their lives rather than stay and try to fight or disarm the killer; the streets are dotted in every direction with students running for any possible safety, many not having arrived to the party in cars to escape in.

thankfully, jungkook is not one of them.

he grasps your wrist painfully hard in his panic and yanks you in the direction of his car, which is so pitch black that you almost didn't see it sitting in the shadows.

when you get inside, you've never been so grateful to be within the safe metal enclosure of a car in your whole life. hands shaking, jungkook jams the key into the ignition and presses the gas pedal so hard your head jerks against the headrest. however, in your temporary relief, you think of lorelai. your vision doubles as you scramble to open your phone and call her, your head spinning with a new spike of fear. it rings for a while with no answer, and you try two more times only to get the same result.

"maybe she got to safety somewhere else?” jungkook tries to reason with you, his eyes bouncing between your face and the road ahead so he doesn't hit any other cars or any random students still running across the streets. "i didn't see her anywhere in the house before we ran out."

"that just means she could be hiding somewhere in there!" you shriek, unable to control your terror at your friend possibly being trapped in the house with the killer.

"well—maybe just let her stick it out, he won't find her if she just—"

"oh god, but i called her like three fucking times; what if he heard the phone ringing? i'm gonna kill myself."

“y/n, you’re overreacting like shit, there’s no way he’d hear a phone ringing in all that noise—"

unlistening, you drop your phone and bang your fists on your head in frustration and anguish.

sighing deeply, jungkook forgoes any attempt to do a 3-point turn, which requires more coordination than he has at the moment, and drives straight up into someone's yard to make a U-turn back toward the house.

you hadn’t gotten too far from the party house, so in another minute or two and with a couple messy turns that cause the wheels to ride up onto the curb, you’re back on the street leading up to the house. before you can reach it, though, jungkook slams on the breaks, and you have to throw your hands out onto the dashboard to avoid flying into it due to not fastening your seatbelt. you’re not very successful; the move hurts your wrists, and you’re pretty sure some of your ribs just got bruised anyway.

“what the fuck?” jungkook shouts.

the virgin killer with his lycanthrope mask is standing in the middle of the street; he turns to face the car. he has a chokehold grip on a guy you recognize as a popular frat member, who is almost bare except for his blue-plaid boxers. you remember seeing the frat guy dancing with his girlfriend when you and lorelai initially entered the party; he was in the group of guys who put this whole party together as a way to “save” the campus’s virgins.

the virgin killer is holding a gun to the guy’s head, and you have no clue where he might’ve gotten it from. the guy’s demeanor is weak, and he’s barely able to stand, which is obviously from the profuse blood loss he’s suffering; the killer has carved sharp letters into his stomach to form two words—“FAIR GAME.”

“fair game?” you mumble, a sickly realization forming in your mind.

“fuck no—" jungkook is already throwing the car into reverse when you hear and see the first bullet go off, exploding the frat member’s head into an unrecognizable mess and making you scream at the top of your lungs. you hear more shots after you close your eyes and tuck your body down, along with the sounds of bullets splitting metal and hitting glass, and you think you might be actively dying—or maybe you’re already dead. even that would be preferable to experiencing this nightmare.

you can’t think as you feel the whole world spinning, your body tossed violently around. in reality, the only thing moving is jungkook’s car as he whips the vehicle around and speeds down the same street you just traveled up.

for a few long minutes, you only hear your own heartbeat, his murmured and frantic curses, and the strained breaths coming from both of you. you keep your body curled up with your knees tucked to your chest and arms over your face. the car’s engine roars as it races down the highway.

you’re afraid to open your eyes and find out, but you have to at some point. plus, the uncomfortable position is making your body hurt. carefully, you unfurl yourself and turn to look at him. “did you get hurt?”

“uhh—no? i don’t think…?” he takes one hand off the wheel to feel up his body as if he’s just realizing that might be a possibility. “but i’m wired off pure adrenaline right now, so give me a few more minutes to be sure…” he looks to you. “are you?”

“no.” your blood still runs cold at the thought of lorelai being stuck in the house or navigating the dark neighborhood streets at this time of night. maybe she doesn’t even have her phone; maybe it was lost in the commotion. the number of possible scenarios makes you ill.

there’s silence for a while; you assume he must not be hurt after all. you start seeing familiar roads that lead back to the campus, and the gears in your mind begin turning, powered by fear.

“do you think it’s safe to go back to the college?” you ask, your voice small.

after a pause jungkook asks, “why not?” though his face begins to look like he’s second-guessing things.

“the killer could go back to the campus…i don’t know. there was so much violence tonight. it’s like he really has a grudge against the students from our school or something. what if he wants more victims? the campus police are already incompetent, but with most of them off the grounds and on their way to the party house…” you don’t finish your thought. you’ll need to warn camille of the potential danger.

“right, yeah…” jungkook’s hands flex around the steering wheel a few times. “we should…probably go somewhere else, then.”

nowhere feels safe. still, you ask, “where?”

changing his route, jungkook glances over at you. “to a friend’s house.”

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

How to train your pet Human pt.2 (Yandere!Alien X GN!Reader)

part 1, part 3

CW: Abduction, imprisonment, yandere themes, death, pet/owner relationship, tickle torture, humiliation, sexual themes, angst

"There they are~" Kirtch bent to pick (Reader) up, lifting them easily like a child and carrying them with one hand under their butt. (Reader's) face scrunched up in embarrassment. They were wearing an ugly shirt, both baggy and synched tightly, flowy around the body but locked in place like a neck corset at the top and wrists. When Kirtch first presented the tacky gift, (Reader) had ran to hide, forcing Kirtch to wrestle the outfit onto them.

With all of the unnecessary buttons and ties, (Reader) was incapable of taking it off themselves, and was now sulking.

"I have a lot of duties today that cannot be completed in my office, so I thought you might enjoy coming with me so you don't have to be couped up alone." Kirtch gently knocked his forehead into (Reader's).

'Escape chance, escape chance, escape chance-' "Yeah, that sounds nice." (Reader) tried to contain their excitement, consciously aware of their heart beating loudly in their chest.

"Wonderful! I've packed a couple of toys to keep you occupied if you get bored, as well as snacks." He replied happily, seeming so pleased with himself as he briskly walked down the hall from his bedroom towards the main hall. The two passed by many other aliens walking up and down the corridors, none of whom seemed to be the same species as Kirtch. Everyone wore the same cloak, standing them out from the creatures in the shopping district, a uniform slightly lighter in color than Kirtch's. Most would pause while walking to rub a hand over where their noses should have been, and Kirtch would raise a hand in response.

"What are they doing?" (Reader) whispered.

"It is a sign of respect. I am their superior, so if they are not in a rush to get somewhere they are greeting me."

Fear tickled (Reader's) spine. "Are you guys in the military?"

Kirtch laughed, a high pitch clicking sound that almost sounded like a broken music box. "No. I'm just an upper level leader in our trading company."

They arrived in front of a decorated wall, and Kirtch squeezed (Reader) a little while smiling. "Now this is a very important meeting, I need you to be as quiet as possible, okay?"

(Reader) huffed. "I'm not a child."

"I know you aren't. You're a very sweet pet, who is most definitely a grown adult human."

They felt humiliated. It had been almost a month since they were bought by Kirtch, and they did everything in their power to not anger him or appear as though they needed "release". (Reader) constantly watched and waited for the perfect escape attempt, while fighting off Kirtch's affections in as non threatening a way as possible. Like they were emulating a cat. (Reader's) skin burned, but they held back their tongue.

The wall opened, revealing a board room (at least that's what (Reader) assumed it was), a bare room only decorated with a long table surrounded by stools. Kirtch sat (Reader) on the floor and pulled out a sack from the inside of his cloak. While they didn't want to immediately act the part of a good pet, (Reader) was curious as to what was in the bag. The first thing they pulled out, however, was a taxidermied cat. (Reader's) eyes widened, and they couldn't contain their anxiety, shaking as they stared into the cat's glass eyes. Was this some kind of threat?

"Do you like it? I've been meaning to buy you more human toys, so I thought you would appreciate a stuffed animal." Realizing that the 'gift' was not malicious, the nervousness immediately dissolved into mental fatigue.

"Oh. I get it. Stuffed animal. Yeah." They put the animal back in the bag, hoping Kirtch didn't think their exhausted smile was permission to buy more dead bodies.

More aliens entered the room, greeting Kirtch before taking their seats. (Reader) couldn't understand what the meeting was about, since they were all speaking in Kirtch's native tongue, but their voices and faces were tense. The meeting went on for well over an hour, but (Reader) found it surprisingly entertaining, dubbing over their conversation inside their mind like Mystery Science Theater, chuckling with how wild their hand movements were. It was very human of them.

(Reader) fucked up, accidently snorting at one of the angrier aliens. Although they didn't understand the language, one of his sentences sounded awfully like "Pineapple farts", and with how intense his face was, it made it seem like he was describing how his ass felt. Their sound was so quiet it was almost inaudible, but the alien still noticed and spun his head in (Reader's) direction so quickly his exoskeleton creaked. (Reader) bit their lip to hide a smile, turning away from the conference to pretend to munch on their fruit (?) slices.

The irate alien began ranting louder, and (Reader) caught a word they had heard from a few of the underlings they had been introduced to. Bah-blk. Human.

Shit.

They snuck a glance towards the group very slowly to view Kirtch's expression, worried they may have angered him by interrupting the meeting. And indeed, his almost perfectly flat face was pulled into a scowl, but it wasn't aimed at (Reader).

"(Reader), pet, could you come here for a moment?"

His voice was light and smooth, as it always was when speaking to (Reader), but Kirtch's face was grave as he refused to break eye contact with the alien in front of him; said alien's shell glistened like he was sweating under Kirtch's glare. (Reader), not wanting to be punished later, left their spot on the floor and shuffled over to their owner. Kirtch pulled (Reader) into his lap the second they were within his reach, still staring daggers at the poor alien across the table.

He spoke to the offender, holding (Reader) lovingly with one arm as if to make a point. The man was panicked, waving his arms and sweating profusely, sounding apologetic. It wasn't enough, whatever it was he was saying. He referenced (Reader) as Bah-blk again, and then he was dead.

Before (Reader) could understand what it was that Kirtch had pulled out of his robe, a soundless shot was fired across the table, green blood splattering across the wall as the alien's head was pierced by some kind of projectile.

Everyone turned away, unsurprised by the killing. It was a lukewarm reaction, as though this wasn't the first time they witnessed someone die at Kirtch's hand. The body fell, head slamming into the table with a wet thud.

(Reader) didn't know what he had said, but to kill him... It was jarring. The young adult hadn't payed any attention to the tears dripping down their chin until Kirtch wiped them off. The roughness of his hand startled (Reader), making them flinch away from his touch.

For the rest of the meeting (Reader) couldn't pry their eyes away from the dead body lying across from them. It was a nightmare seemingly without an end, staring at a corpse while his murderer held (Reader) tenderly, rubbing his thumb on their side absentmindedly while discussing business with colleagues like it was a regular Tuesday.

If (Reader) was more aware, they would be disgusted with themselves for not fighting Kirtch as he picked them up to go back to their room, but they just wanted to go back to the safety of their *bed*, and couldn't force their brain to focus on anything else.

The bed was more like a twin sized pillow nestled in a metal cage, but it was soft and felt secure, like when (Reader) was young and thought that hiding under their blanket would protect them from the shadow people in their closet.

"Are you alright, (Reader)?" Kirtch asked, his voice full of concern.

(Reader) curled up, pulling the blanket tight over their face.

Kirtch sighed, and crouched down by (Reader's) bed. "(Reader), please don't be upset with me. If this is about my colleague, please know that what I did was necessary."

"Murder is never necessary."

"He tried to accuse me of not being.. as invested in the job as I should be. And that the reason for my lack of dedication was you. He used very strong language." Kirtch placed a hand on (Reader's) back. "I told him not to disrespect you. Yet he continued."

(Reader) began crying, shaking under Kirtch's touch. "Are you saying that I'm the reason he's dead?"

"Oh, pet.." Kirtch sighed again, pulling (Reader) out of the fetal position and into his arms. "I've always been incredibly interested in humanity. When I was a young child, there was a 'book' in my father's study about primitive species, and that's how I learned about humans. Did you know that you and I experience life differently from one another? Our brains function differently. We have different pain receptors; our brains' physiology are almost nothing alike; the diseases humans are capable of developing simply for existing are concepts we've never had to worry about. Even how we perceive the color spectrum, humans are so unlike any other sentient species I have met."

"I was so fascinated by Earth, especially by humans. We are not allowed to visit Earth as it is a restricted area, so much of what we know is recorded knowledge from captured defectors. My chances of meeting a human were next to none. Then, we had to dock in Dol-Hu, a shady planet only inhabited by criminals and those in hiding. And wandering through the market, I saw you."

"The one thing I've always wanted, for the past seventy years, I recognized you as a human immediately, even though you were so much cuter than I could have expected. You're so soft, and fragile, in comparison to my armoured flesh. You were bent over, but I knew from descriptions I had memorized what you were. As one who has always loved Earth, I am fluent in every Earth language we know of, so I was excited to communicate with you. I was so eager to have a piece of humanity. And now here you are."

(Reader) rolled over, their heart clenching painfully as they looked up into Kirtch's sadly smiling face. "I wonder what I look like through your eyes."

Their heart began doing somersaults in their throat as the tears continued flowing.

"You may have been the only human I've ever known, but I can say with confidence that you must have been the best humanity had to offer. I only want to give you the best life possible."

(Reader) wrapped their arms around Kirtch's midsection, sobbing loudly. His body didn't bend or squish under the full strength of (Reader's) embrace. And that was how (Reader) fell asleep, crying themselves into a nap.

When they awoke, they were alone, lying in the bed with the cat tucked into their arms. (Reader) left the room to find Kirtch at his desk, working on paperwork. The giant heard (Reader) behind him, and turned his attention on them, smiling as he held out his arms in an offer to pick them up. And much to his surprise, (Reader) willingly entered into his embrace, and allowed him to set them on his lap without pouting or making a fuss.

"I have a few more documents to look over, then I can play with you, okay?"

"Okay." Their voice was quiet and monotone, (Reader's) mind still fuzzy from crying so much before falling asleep.

"Are you still upset? Is there anything I can do to make you happy?"Kirtch laid down his work, trapping (Reader) in his arms.

"No.. you can continue working."

"You're more important than my work. I consider your unhappiness to be a crises."

Worry began to prick at (Reader's) skin. "I'm really fine, we don't need to play!"

"Need?"

Memories of the day (Reader) was bought flashed through their mind, causing them to go red and hot as they started to squirm in Kirtch's embrace. "I-I- didn't mean it like that!"

One hand left (Reader's) body to grab something from Kirtch's desk. "Don't fret, I recently purchased a new toy I thought would bring you joy."

(Reader's) eyes bulged out as they froze in anticipation, their heart hammering in their chest. But what Kirtch retrieved did not appear safe to go near any genitalia, a strange contraption formed of multiple thin prongs on a handle. Embarrassed that they had assumed something sexual was about to happen, (Reader) bit the inside of their cheek, puzzling over the strange discomfort they were feeling. "What's that?"

Kirtch raised (Reader's) shirt, and dragged the device across their skin, causing an involuntary shudder. It tickled.

"Ah! No!" (Reader) accidentally laughed, trying to push Kirtch away. He trailed the toy from their pelvic area visible above their pants to their left armpit. The light tingling sensation forcibly clenched their stomach muscles as they let loose a howl of laughter.

They couldn't breathe correctly, laughing so hard that their spasming abdominals made it feel like they were choking. But they couldn't stop, begging Kirtch to "knock it off" while their cheeks hurt from the smile they had. That damn toy tickled every inch of their body, not even noticing when Kirtch removed their pants. They kicked futilely, unable to break free from the assault. Their sensitive skin was almost becoming painful to the touch, but the laughter only got louder.

"pleASE! KIRTCH, stop!!" (Reader) heaved. Their whole body felt tender, highly reactive to each touch. Which made them aware of the fact that the only thing separating them from Kirtch's lap was a thin pair of underpants. With how they had been writhing on his lap, they were relieved that Kirtch didn't seem to have a dick that could become aroused from such movements.

(Reader's) smile fell. I have no idea how Kirtch's species reproduces. Maybe he can get erections, but he won't get one for me because he sees me as a pet. An animal. Their heart turned to concrete as it dropped out of its cage.

Kirtch halted his attack when he saw (Reader) go limp. "Are you tuckered out, pet?"

(Reader) tried to slide off his lap like jelly. "I'm done playing. I want to go back to bed."

"Alright, my stubborn little grump, what is it now? You were all smiles but a second ago, so what is it plaguing your mind?"

They tried to scrunch up their nose to prevent more tears from sheepishly forming. "I'm not a pet. I'm a human. I want to be treated like an equal!"

Kirtch's smile was replaced by a hurt scowl. "Is it so unpleasant being my pet?"

"No!" (Reader) interjected, not understanding why it pained them so much to see Kirtch upset, "I just want to, I just.. I don't know. This is confusing, and it feels.. weird. You're really nice to me, and sometimes it feels like... but then other times you treat me like I'm a cat. This isn't what I want. Either be a bastard and treat me like an animal or treat me like-" Their words caught in their throat. Treat me like what?!

A fearful kiss was placed on their forehead, ghostly with hardly any pressure. Kirtch's hands trembled on (Reader's) sides. "All I wish is to adore you for the rest of your life."

He pulled (Reader) into his chest, petting their back in a comforting manner. "I'll give you anything you ask for, I'll do anything you ask of me. Just to keep you happy, with me. You are all that I've ever wanted. All I wish is to care for you, and spend all my attention on you. If there is anything you want, please ask me. I need you to love me."

(Reader) felt so confused. Like a squid was destroying their gut, everything was uncomfortable and scary. They knew that Kirtch viewed them as a pet, he loved them how (Reader) loved their family dog as a child. But when they heard him begging for their love, it made them wish for an odd moment that he wasn't an alien. That (Reader) was sitting on their boyfriend's lap right now, a strange human man who sometimes infantalized them but only out of affection. Why couldn't this be simple? Why did (Reader) want him to kiss them right at that moment?

"I want to go home. I want to meet someone kind and fall in love." (Reader's) words stabbed Kirtch in places he never knew could hurt.

"I can't do that, (Reader)..." Kirtch's embrace constricted almost painfully tight. "You're all I've ever wanted. You can't ask me to let you go. I'll take such good care of you, you'll see. I have the rest of your life to make you fall in love with me."

They sat there, holding one another in agonizing silence, both loving each other in a way that they couldn't explain. The way their brains functioned didn't just mean that Kirtch could see a wider range of colors than (Reader), but the way their species experienced love was too vastly different for the other to comprehend. Despite Kirtch wanting to own (Reader), that was the greatest love he had ever felt, since his species did not pair bond and only mated when two beings agreed amicably that they wished to procreate. He knew that humans felt many forms of love, love for a mate, love for their offspring, love for a friend.. but to something that never felt any of those forms of love, Kirtch couldn't understand the difference between them.

"I love you, my little pet. And I will always love you."

[luviisabella]

Hiii! I was wondering if you could possibly write a Tenya x Reader fic where the reader was noticeably jittery the entire day, so he asked what her issue was. She'd tell him that she had been, well, a little aroused, throwing her off her game so to speak. Once school had passed and they had gotten back to the dorms, he chose to "help her out", sitting the both of them on his bed, her back to his chest. He'd then begin to "play with her", leaning over her shoulder, whispering praise into her ear and giving her kisses n stuff until she climaxed. :3

Nothing over the top, just a fluff and smut mix ^_^!!

And if possible, can you make it targeted towards a black and chubby afab!reader ? Tysm ! (=^w^=)

- Anon 🍄

I love this !! I love writing for different characters and I would be more than happy to write for you <3💗💗

thank you for the request 🍡

content: university AU, kissing, suggestive, fingering, smut

notes: I LOVE ittttt, enjoy 😉

[11:17am]

Your eyes were glued to the clock on the wall. Every minute felt like a month and it was killing you. Your professor was talking like he was reading a newspaper and as you scanned the room you noticed at least ten people asleep.

You could push through any class, 45 minutes, 1 hour, maybe even 2, but rn you had too much on your mind to sit and focus on the slides on the board.

You were so pent up and it was finally catching up to you, the tension growing in your core, it was like a cage of butterflies. The more you tried to calm them down the more they fluttered around and it became very noticeable.

You tried taking notes to distract you and didn’t notice the way Tenya had been scanning your figure. Your leg bouncing up and down, your hand a little shaky and you were biting your lip, if it weren’t for the fact that you kept a calm demeanor most of the time he would’ve let it be.

He would’ve dropped it but then when your next course was with Professor Sniper which was stealth training, Tenya knew something was wrong. With a quirk like yours, you should be getting through this with no issue and yet here you are tagged out and still.. off.

[2:37pm]

The day finally came to an end and you head over to the university dorms. You felt so ashamed at the lack of control you had today, it felt like your body was working against you, you decided to relieve this tension the moment you stepped into your room but as the elevator closed you were met with a large hand keeping it open.

Oh God. Of all people..

Tenya steps inside, scanning you quickly before adjusting his glasses and standing beside you as the doors closed.

You had a major crush on him and this was the last straw. The butterflies broke out of their cage but before you could speak he read your mind.

“Are you feeling okay ? You’ve been acting strange all day.”

Nothing in his posture changed, still facing the door.

You hesitated before sighing and answering.. you two were somewhat close and besides, he did ask.

“I’ve been.. pent up recently. I didn’t realize it was noticeable and how much it was throwing me off today.”

Now he glanced at you.

“Pent up ?”

You nodded your head and based off your reaction he got exactly what you meant.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened, you began walking out hoping to put this conversation behind you but you felt your body get pulled back at the weight of a large hand.

You look back and notice him keeping the door open and keeping a firm grip on your hand. His face dead serious but.. is that blush ?

“Let me help you.”

->

You were still trying to figure out how you wound up with Tenya, the Tenya, aka your crush, currently in your dorm and hovering over you as you sit on your bed.

“I’m sorry but you don’t have to. I didn’t expect you to say or do anything but-“

“Don’t apologize. I want to. If you’re okay with it that is ?”

You immediately nodded your head.

“I’ve actually kinda had a thing for you for a while now..” you cross your arms as if trying to hide yourself, feeling more aware and a little embarrassed.

Now that you thought about it.. was this really okay to say ? I mean you and Tenya were somewhat close different but he didn’t give your brain a chance to spiral before bending down to meet your gaze.

His stare seems intense until a soft smile makes a way to his face and his eyes soften..

“I’ve liked you too y/n. Don’t feel embarrassed, I wish I would’ve said something sooner.”

Your heart melts.. he’s too sweet. You can’t take this, your heart starts pounding the minute you realize what’s about to happen as he moves closer to you.

“Do you still want my help ?”

You nod your head again and he takes initiative. You both get comfortable as his back is pressed against your wall and your back is to his chest.

He scans your face for reassurance you’re okay and begins with soft kisses. You pause for a moment tho.. feeling a bit self conscious that you’re the only one in a shirt and underwear.

You were on the chubby side and thought if he saw any more than this he may turn you away, not that it mattered but it would break your heart.

As if he read your mind he kissed your shoulder..

“Please don’t hide yourself. When I said I liked you I meant all of you.” and he placed another kiss on your neck before sitting up and removing his shirt.

In the process you took a quick glimpse and reminded yourself to thank the universe because Tenya’s build was something a woman could DREAM about, goodness he was so fine.

“Is that better ?”

“Yeah.. thank you Tenya” and he smiled, happy to make you more comfortable, he really meant it when he said he liked all of you and he was going to show it.

->

Things got hot and heavy quick, his hand sliding down to your inner thigh as he made out with you.

If it weren’t for how pent up you were you’d keep this going but you moved his hand to your clit, earning a low frown from him that only added to your need for his touch.

He began tracing circles and teasing your clit, the gesture earning soft moans as your head fell back against his shoulder, now giving him a pretty view of your tits which he gently grabbed with his other hand.

“Talk to me sweetheart”

God the pet name too, you were melting into his touch, you didn’t want this to end.

“Want.. mm, more”

And he listened, sliding his hand up your shirt to tease your nipples while he gently inserted one and then two fingers into your soaking cunt.. his thumb now playing with your clit as he fingered you.

The stimulation was so much you couldn’t help but let out soft whines that made the tent in his pants tighten.

Fuck, you were driving him crazy.. you didn’t even know how long he was waiting for this. He’s not as innocent as he seems and he’s more than glad that he said something in that elevator.

He was taking in all of you. Your beautiful melanin, your figure, your hair, your voice, all of it. If you were a poison he’d be a deadman.

Everything about you, from the way your skin glowed in the sunlight and softened under the moon to the way your figure only added to your perfect personality and his admiration for you continued to make him fall for you. At this rate he’d be in deep, but at this moment, he could care less. He was only focused on your pleasure, he can confess these things later.

He could tell you were close and to add to your pleasure decided to whisper sweet affirmations..

“You’re perfect”

“I want you to feel good”

“You sound so pretty”

His words only added to the knot tightening in your stomach and you knew you were about to cum.

You let out a soft moan, your back slightly arching, and your body tensing.. “f-fuck, I’m gonna c-cum..”

His pace didn’t change as you reached your high, your body melting into his touch as you cried out his name and he kept his pace, making sure you were completely done.

Your chest was going up and down so fast you’d think you ran a marathon.

He gently removed his fingers and hand from your boob to just hold you.

“Feel better ?”

“Mhmmmm” you were so worn out, fighting the urge to fall asleep like this but you knew he wouldn’t mind.

He kissed your temple and held your hand, running his thumb along your knuckles and just taking in the moment.

->

“I’m glad I stopped that elevator.”

I hope this was okay for you ml, I finished a bit early !! Sorry for the delay, but im so glad you had me write for Tenya, I loved it 🩵

made by @luviisabella 🎀

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Sweet Locks Pt. 2

This got way more traction then expected so!- Here is part 2! Enjoy 💕

<< Part 1

Sebastian Krueger x FemReader and OOC

Warning: Financial/Documentation Abuse, Threats, Kidnapping pretty much, Manipulation. Heavy Emotions. Unhealthy Dynamics

Note this is not healthy-

You look around what used to be your apartment, now empty with only boxes marked to be shipped elsewhere. Your furniture was donated, all clothes packed in brand new suitcases and even all electronics left to be collected as new ones where purchased by the man currently having your life in the palm of his hands..

This was not what you envisioned of your life.

Not. At. All.

Trapped in the hands of a crazy man with a German accent hadn't really been on your bingo list. But here you are.

After Krueger had trapped you in that Cafe, he'd kept to his word. Having once more kept a firm hand on you as well as wiping your tears away he walked both you and Marcus to your home- even if youd never told him the location of the place you'd moved to after you two broken up.

Talking with you casually about your home- The sizing being too small and all too cheery for a man who had quite literally baby trapped you.

Making sure to tie up any ends that could possibly act as a link to you. Friends and Family? Happily told you'd be abroad for the time being to get a relationship with your Sons father, Earning you happy praise on your journey. Job? Resigned from for family reasons, with so much more that it left you effectively stranded and isolated.

It had only been a few days since then, However you had also learned fairly fast at how he would could easily stop you if you tried to run.

The 2nd night after he had made his unwelcomed entrance in you'd life you tried to slip out with Marcus. Wallet and documents in hand with nothing but the clothes on your back-

You didn't make it even 3 blocks from the front door of your apartment before you felt a single firm hand grab your body from behind as Krueger pressed his chest against your back in a almost lovers embrace as he hissed in your ear.

"I think you're lost Hasi, Hm?.. Lets head back with the baby ja?"

It wasn't even a struggle as he guiding you back in, this time having taken all that had been on your person or of importance from you this time around. It had become painfully clear he wouldn't allow you to leave, let alone with Marcus.

Which was how you were here. Holding Marcus who was currently asleep on your shoulder. Unaware of the spiraling of your mind- of the quite literal hostage situatuon you were in.

"Ready?"

Glancing up you see Krueger standing there with his arms crossed as he stared down at you.

"As ready as I'll ever be.."

Krueger smirked at this, seeing The half cocked glare you'd given him while saying this. With a sigh you get up, following him to the nice and expensive rental infront of your old home. Krueger opening the door for you and you can't help but pause, Staring at the nice leather seat as you glance to see people walking past on the sidewalk.

"If you make a scene you're not gonna like the outcome-"

He whispered to you. Effectively wiping that forming idea as you put Marcus in the carseat in the back and moving to your place in the passenger seat.

The ride to both the airport and boarding the plane, which you quickly caught on was a private one- was dead silent save from Marcus soft noises while asleep. But it was short lived since Marcus had very quickly discovered he didn't like planes. Crying against you and clearly terrified. You having to hold him and distract him for a while for him to adjust as Krueger also offered some snacks to his son and played with him a bit to help he ease.

You however couldn't help but look around at the small but nice plane you were in. It itching that fight or flight response in you hard.

"...They don't pay soilders enough to get a damn private plane.. I know you won't tell me what you do- But I can't help but feel it's nothing good if you have this.."

Krueger looks to you, having Marcus in his arms walking him up and down the little walking path of the small plane.

"Think of me as a private solider, Kein stress (no stress/no worry)"

He said dismissively and smirked a bit to himself. Ironically that gave you your answer.. They paid him to do things no one wanted to say out loud and paid him heavily to keep silent about.

That had been the end of all conversation at that point.

After the long flight you landed in the new city, It was late but you could still see the glow of Linz was actually breathtaking even from the private section of the airport.

Krueger lead you and Marcus through the private terminal, who while being awake for most of the flight unhappily so had finally passed out an hour before the plane landed. Now asleep on Krueger shoulder while you held the car seat.

The place was practically deserted which you assume that was why he had chosen this particular airport as well as holding Marcus. Making it impossible for you to run. Leading down to private parking lot with only a single car, a heavily tinted BMW waiting which Krueger gestured for you to approach. Quick to set up the car seat similar to when you were back home before sliding into what you knew was your designated spot in the passenger seat.

Youd hoped that while he drove, leaving the airport you could catch a sense of a way to leave. However that was fast to be pissed on when he pulled into a backway were it was just a unmarked dirt road.

The bastard knew what he was doing, planning it to a T. It was dark and with the path he had taken you couldnt track any landmarks. Rendering you trying to memorize any ways to leave virtually impossible.

"Something wrong (Y/N)?"

Krueger chimed. Smiling as you send a nasty glare at him-

"No.."

After a fairly long drive you see in the distance what you assumed was your forced home. You couldn't lie..

It was beautiful- damn near excessive. A big pretty yellow house hidden perfectly away by the reaching almost whimsical forest around. Soft porch lights lighting up the whole place as well.

Once again- You were practically herded inside the home once Krueger parked. Standing in the polished home as Krueger rolled in the luggage and closed the door behind him fast. Locking it loud enough you knew for you to hear.

Glancing around you see the low mood light which automatically lit up when you three had entered.

Krueger calmly pressed on a small panel that clearly was a top notch security system, which had a little lock box which is were the car keys went into (damn thing looked military grade- doubt you could shoot it open if you tried). Krueger now looking dead at you seeing how you had a narrowed glare at him.

"You really did think this out to a frightening degree didnt you Sebastian-"

"Impressed?"

"Horrified really.. But yeah mildly impressed"

He chuckled at this walking past you as he set your bags down closer to what you saw was the main livingroom. A massive TV mounted and a far too large sectional and already see some colorful plastic toy sets waiting to be used.

"What did you plan for when you're deployed-"

"Dont worry about that for a long while. I've requested leave for family reasons, so I'll be here long till you and Marcus can adjust"

He smirking at you clearly amused by your more exhausted bluntness to his scheming. You sigh in essentially defeat. Not bothering with a rebuttal.

"..Where is Marcus's room and mine"

"Second story, his is to the Right. Where you sleep to the Left"

Numbing nodding you take Marcus out of his carseat to his new room. It was perfectly set, Everything one would need was already there and set up. Changing Marcus and putting him in some pajamas you're able to easily find. In his size at that.. Putting him in bed and you can't help but stare at him while he slept.

For a split second you felt a spark of something cross your brain as you stared at him- however it was fleeting before it could even formulate into anything. Leaning down to kiss his forehead before you go to your assigned room. Grabbing clothes you knew Krueger had already set up for you in those dressers you marching into the attached bathroom and jumping into the shower the second your clothes hit the floor.

Turning the water to the hottest setting and stood under that shower head- You didnt feel a thing at first as if the water was most likely scolding your skin.

Before you started to cry silently to yourself about this whole situation.

You were fucked... Totally completely fucked.. that crushing suffocating feeling to a max at this point as you couldnt help but have a silent panic attack under the hot water. Shivering like you weren't under burning water.

The world was crushing down on your chest like you couldn't take a breath suffocating under a invisible force.

Even without seeing him, you could practically feel how his fingers wrapped around your throat squeezing it slowly. Having you completely at his mercy.

How easy he had been able to isolate you, fear still trinkling of what he could have done to your friends and Family to make them agree so fast.. You pray they are safe since you feared he could have threatened them or had that man who worked in the Cafe go after them.

You'd held it in since for a while, not wanting Krueger to have the pleasure of wiping the tears from your face nor to hear you cry like back in the Cafe.

He didn't deserve that much of you.. Especially after taking so much.

You didn't know how long you stood under there, Long enough that you'd started to feel the heat on your skin finally. Which made you finally start washing yourself, jumping out soon after and getting dressed. Numb once more as you step out, ready to jump into bed-

Which was currently seating Krueger on one side who was shirtless and seemingly ready to sleep himself.

...

"Seriously?-"

"Ja-"

"We are in a big ass house and we are sharing a room"

"Ja"

It felt like youd popped a blood vessel in your brain then. Like you were about to scream and try to suffocate him with those soft pillows.

"No. I'm going to sleep in another room.

"That isnt an option here, get in bed"

"No No No. You can kiss my ass Sebastian. I'll sleep on the floor then"

He pretended to think for a moment before smiling.

"Fine"

You stomp over, reaching over to grab some pillows off the bed to sleep on the floor, but he reaches over and snatches you drawing a yelp.

Slamming you onto your back on the soft mattress as he brought your hand up and cuffed it to the headboard. He'd done it so fast it took you a moment to register what was happening.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

You yelled, your heart slamming in your chest as you felt the spike of adrenaline course through you. Krueger staring at you calmly.

"Saving myself the trouble- Cause what's gonna happen is you're gonna sleep on the ground. Get cold, then I'm gonna wake up, pick you up to put in bed so you dont get sick. So let's save the extra work on my end"

You shook your head softly, terrified still as you stared up at him. A shaking breath leaving you as you glance up at your wrist in the silver cuff, digging uncomforbly into the skin.

"So are you gonna stay in bed and sleep? Or do I gotta keep you cuffed to it?"

Biting your bottom lip to keep from quivering you finally nodded softly.

"..I'll stay in bed"

Hearing him lowly chuckle at your soft almost shaky voice. Reaching over to uncuff you from the bed.

"Gut, du lernst schon (Good, You're learning already)"

He said all to sweetly as you lowered your hand and rubbed the sore skin. Not bothering to look at him as he kissed the top of your head and laid down next to you.

"Goodnight Hasi"

You slowly slide into a more comforble position turning your back to him. Carefully sliding a free pillow into your arms and clutching it for dear life as if it would stop the way you're hands shook.

"Goodnight..."

When the morning came, you felt groggy at best- Honestly more on the brink of drowning depression.. Krueger had already left to start his morning it seemed. You saw his side of the bed made and clothes laid out at the foot of yours.

Holding up the clothes you couldn't help but to glare at them. It was comforble loungewear if not clearly expensive. A dainty white floral set of pants and a cami top with ruffles as the trim. Despite what you're own fashion is, you could see the goal of this outfit..

It reminded you of those Tiktok wives who would be cooking and talking about their 12th kid being born soon.

Which was the inkling of what he was trying to recreate with you.

However your eyes went to the headboard as you remembered the evening before. Your hands shaking again at the thought of the cuffs.. or what would follow, Before you slowly started to dress in the clothes he'd left out.

Going downstairs you see breakfast made and Marcus already up and currently in a high chair eating some sort of porridge which he was now somewhat covered in. Krueger pouring coffee for himself as he looked to his son amused.

"He likes sweets a lot-"

He said gesturing to your son. Which you look to see he was apparently picking out the sweet pieces of chopped fruit or jam from the porridge specifically.

"Yeah, He isn't really picky but if he gets the option he will eat anything even slightly sweet"

You hum, taking a seat as you look over the array of food. He'd clearly remembered your taste (or stalked it- You couldn't tell at this point) but it had staples of your favorite breakfast foods. Which you started to hesitantly eat.

Krueger making some sort of bread roll sandwich for himself as you attempted to try and clean up Marcus between your bites who was still digging around his porridge.

Breakfast had remained peaceful, Despite having to surprise attack your son with a wet wipe to his face at the end. He was then released from his high chair and ran off after you'd use the wipe on his face and taken off the porridge shirt from him.

You standing there for a moment before looking back at Krueger.

"My wallet, where is it Sebastian?"

He paused his eating, Smirking at this as he looked at you faking confusion.

"In my pocket, Why?"

"I want it back-"

"No"

With a knee-jerk reaction you threw your sons porridge soaked shirt at him which he caught easily and tossed carefully on the empty high chair. Clearly unfazed by you.

"It's mine. Besides I don't think my wallet is gonna save me after being dragged to another country where I dont even know were I am"

"Hm.. Touche. But still, it's enough of a risk knowing you Hasi"

He actually smiled, a legit one. Not the snarky smirk, nor his fake smile he wore when irritated with you. Standing up from his seat he closed in the space between you two.

"How about this- since you have not been behaving good. I will not give you this now- However each time you do act well, I'll give- Some of it back"

You could kill him.. Oh You could fucking kill him. As if to rub salt into the wound he reached in his pocket and pulled out your wallet, Calmly flicking through it before handing you your old empty giftcard card that would be useless here.

"There- Just to start"

He chimed before grabbing the rest of his breakfast roll and walking off after that as he pocketed your wallet again.

Taking a heavy breath you clutched the useless fucking card you wanted to slam into the back of his head.

You had very few options at this point, either play this little game of his and slowly build an escape plan however long that takes, just try to run now which would most likely end up with you tied up in a basement somewhere.. Or worse was if he wore you down which is exactly what he was trying to do-

He was wanting to break you down bit by bit, making it so that you'd have no choice but to cling to him desperately. Rely solely on him especially at how he isolated you. Stockholm syndrome twisted in his own little fashion which ended with you on your knees in front of him.

That would be a cold day in hell..

So you bought time to figure out a plan... It wasn't much but it was enough to keep you sane.

You did what you had to but made sure to keep some sort of distance even if Krueger constantly tried to pull you in closer. Gentle touches and smooth words that had once worked on you when dating but now a painful reminder of his manipulation.

For the first few days you'd taken up to walking around the property with your son occasionally, both to see what you were up against and to explore your new enclosure.

The house had two livingrooms a massive stainless steel kitchen and a diningroom ment for at least 10 or more people, 5 bedrooms, One of them locked off with a high end security lock. 3 bathrooms, there was a attic space which was also locked off so was the basement.

However the basement seemed to be more important since Krueger appeared like the devil behind you the moment you even looked at the lock on the door and told you plainly it was not a place for you-

Which lead you to explore outside next. The place was almost out of a storybook. Soft perfectly green grass with not an inch of imperfection, big lush trees, a little pond with some little fishes and even in the backyard wooden set of chairs and a table for a picnic.

It reminded you of a TV commercial with a family. Just overall painfully domestic.

All of this was really, Nice dinners which you and him traded off in making on the daily- He made sure to watch you when you made food as if you would poison it. Watching movies together, family walks around the nice little spot of woods and even taking care of your son together.

Who by the way- Was having a blast.

He'd been so happy this whole time, Loving the home were he tried to climb everywhere. The yard and grass he could play in, the endless toys, and all the nice time he got to spend with you and Krueger.

And Krueger well...

Yes he was a kidnapping scheming asshole however you had to admit- He was a damn good father. Great really.

Gentle, Always affectionate and never one to go to anger. Refused to have Marcus be a 'Ipad' Kid so had learning toys at the plenty, Even playing and along with any fake scenario. Truthfully what had really put in perspective how loving as a father he was when your son threw a tantrum-

Marcus- Oh your sweet baby Marcus..

Had started scream crying cause from what you could gather- The cookie he had was not something else? Then sobbed when the cookie he had was gone, Cause he ate it.

While most parents would either scold their kids or just ignore them till they stopped. Krueger carefully picked up his son and comforted him, speaking soft German as he soothed him.

It was almost impressive. A man who had quite literally kidnapped you and was holding you hostage was a good dad-

Currently Krueger was laying on the floor of the lounge. You seated on the couch having been ditched for reading time by Marcus to play with blocks.

"Can you say Blue Block? Eh Spatz? (Sparrow)"

"Birdy!"

Krueger lowered his face a bit as he chuckled- You also faintly smiled at the joy your son had for the word.

Marcus having still been very slow on picking up words, however having added to his vocabulary 'Birdy' which seemed to be his favorite after seeing some ducks in the front yard, and 'Papa' which was his second favorite.

"Nein, Wanna try Blue? Can you say Blue?"

He tried again, But clearly had lost the attention of his son.

"...The pediatrician said he's a bit behind on speaking. So needs a bit more time and practice"

You cut in- finding it harmless to share that bit of info. Krueger glancing at you and nodded, Clearly satisfied with the answer in a way.

"Ah, Well it took me long to speak as well, I also stuttered then"

He said softly, Almost amused by the fact this trait seemed to be passed down.

"You get to take as much time to practice"

You stared at Krueger's face you could practically see what followed in his head 'unlike when I was your age-'

The two continued to play with building with each other. Krueger taking the time to still go through colors and works both in English and German. However your mind now growing curious.

".. How do you.. Know so much about this? Was there, something before or?-"

Krueger glancing at you and raising an eyebrow before giving a disheartened chuckle.

"Ah I see what you're asking- you want to know about my side hm?"

He hummed, Handing Marcus another mega block to who was currently building some sort of shape with them.

"Nein, I was a orphan, raised with others in different homes. It was not pleasant.. So no, it is not due to siblings- Nor former family or whatever else youre thinking. I learned about kids through classes, since I had known if I ever got them I would be better then those who raised me. Answer the question or is there more?"

He stared at you then, waiting as he saw one final question in your eyes.

".. Just one.. Why did you choose me for this?"

You finally ask. A question that had been burning in you since the Cafe, since you learned he had baby trapped you, dragged you to another country. Why did he choose you?

He paused, tapping the block he had been holding on the ground softly. Now not looking at you as he stared ahead at Marcus.

"... You were always what I wanted to go home to, the image of a home id always dreamed of when I was a child and when I'm on the field. The second I saw you, I knew you where the final piece in that vision... That's why"

You stared at him then. Processing his words as he handed Marcus the block, still refusing to look at you now. It was a.. uncomforble feeling at the very least, harsh emotions on all sides as you sat there.

"I see.."

There was silence that hung over you two then. Awkward this time.. Before a blue block bounced off Krueger forehead-

"Birdy!!"

[devdozes]

♠ Discipline and defiance (Pt 2!!)

[a/n- so much attention for this fanfic holy shit. but the first part is here- https://www.tumblr.com/devdozes/777206940699934720?source=share]

part 3- https://www.tumblr.com/devdozes/777356352852000768/discipline-and-defiance-part-3-an-dying?source=share

You blink, certain you misheard him. "A date? At the skate park?"

Mydei tilts his head slightly, golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "You heard me. Unless, of course, you’d rather do something else? I did win the deal, after all."

Your heart does a weird little flip, and you absolutely refuse to acknowledge it. Instead, you cross your arms, huffing. "I expected some boring intellectual favor, not… this."

He shrugs, adjusting his glasses. "What can I say? You surprised me, so I figured I’d return the favor."

You eye him suspiciously. "Do you even know how to skate?"

"No," he admits without hesitation. "But you do. So, consider this an opportunity to teach me."

You groan, rubbing your temples. This guy was impossible. But a part of you—one you weren’t quite ready to admit—wasn’t exactly against the idea. With a sigh, you finally relent. "Fine. But if you fall on your face, I’m not responsible."

Mydei smirks, pushing his glasses up with one finger. "Tempting. But I think watching you try not to laugh when I inevitably fall on my face will be far more amusing."

You narrow your eyes at him. "You’re weirdly confident about failing."

"I prefer to call it strategic self-awareness." His expression is completely deadpan, but you swear there’s the tiniest hint of smugness in his tone.

"Yeah? And what’s your strategy for avoiding a trip to the emergency room?" you shoot back.

"Simple. I have you to catch me, don’t I?" He says it so smoothly, so casually, that for a second, your brain just stops working.

You scowl, feeling an annoying heat creep up your neck. "Damn it, Mydei. You’re lucky I’m too good at skating to let that happen."

Mydei chuckles, and damn it, why does it sound so nice? "Duly noted." This fucking bastard. He's too smug to act like this. He has some tricks up his sleeve, doesn't he?. . . . . . . . The skate park is buzzing with life when you both arrive—students from different years hanging around, some practicing tricks while others sit on the sidelines. You feel at home in this chaos, while Mydei… well, he stands out like a sore thumb. Neatly pressed uniform, polished shoes—he’s got ‘honor student’ written all over him. You sigh and put on the trusty fingerless gloves you've been using for the past 3 years while judging mydei with the corner of your eyes. "I am not skating with you looking like that. If you asked me on a skating date, atleast put some effort into looking like one, bro" You say sternly, the judgmental and laugh stifling expression still on your face, making Mydei fold his arms and let out a little "hmph" Mydei exhales sharply, narrowing his eyes at you as if you just committed the ultimate crime. "And what exactly am I supposed to wear? A leather jacket and ripped jeans?" He gestures down at himself, the perfectly pressed blazer and neatly knotted tie looking comically out of place among the chaotic energy of the skate park.

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "At least lose the tie, man. And those shoes? One wrong step, and you’re gonna slip and break something—probably your pride first."

He huffs but relents, tugging at the knot of his tie until it loosens and drapes unceremoniously around his neck. "Happy now?"

"Marginally." You grin before shoving your board into his hands. "Here, hold this. And try not to look like you’re about to file a complaint with the school board."

He scowls but does as told, holding your board like it might bite him. Meanwhile, you take a step back, giving him a once-over. The tie is hanging loose, and his blazer is slightly wrinkled now. Better, but not quite there.

With a smirk, you reach over, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt before ruffling his perfectly combed hair. Mydei jerks back, scandalized. "Excuse me—!"

"There. Now you look less like you walked straight out of a student council meeting." You snatch your board back and roll it under your foot. "Still a little stiff, though. You sure you can even stand on a board without embarrassing yourself?" As you let out a faint chuckle, his large hand intertwined with yours and drags you to the other side of the skatepark with his ears...reddening up? Mydei then stops and turns his face away from you while you prepare your skates along with his. He felt his chest tightening up as he bent down with his hands on his knees. This feeling was so damn foreign yet he didn't mind it really.

You pause, watching him with a raised brow. Mydei, the ever-composed, ever-smug student council president, looking actually flustered? No way.

"You good, bro?" You nudge his arm with your elbow, leaning down to get a better look at his face.

"I’m perfectly fine," he insists, voice steady but his ears still traitorously red. He clears his throat, straightening up with a forced nonchalance. "More importantly, are you ready to teach, or are we just going to stand here all day?"

You snicker, shaking your head. "Alright, alright, keep your tie on—oh wait, never mind." You wink, and the way his expression twitches is way too satisfying.

Grabbing his skates, you kneel down in front of him, motioning for him to sit on the edge of the half-pipe. He hesitates before following suit, watching as you effortlessly strap your own skates on before reaching for his.

"Give me your foot."

"...Excuse me?"

You roll your eyes. "Dude, do you even know how to put these on properly?"

Mydei frowns, looking down at the skates as if contemplating whether they were part of some elaborate prank. He exhales, relenting, and extends his foot toward you—albeit stiffly, like he’s handing over a top-secret document.

You suppress a laugh as you guide his foot into the skate, tightening the straps with practiced ease. "Jeez, you're so tense. What, afraid I’ll tickle you?"

"Don't be ridiculous." His voice is sharp, but when you glance up, his gaze is fixed elsewhere—like he’s actively avoiding eye contact. His fingers twitch slightly on his knee.

Suspicious.

You finish up, tapping the front of his skate for emphasis. "There. Now, try not to trip on flat ground before we even get to the real lesson."

Mydei gives you an unimpressed look. "Your confidence in me is overwhelming."

"Glad you noticed," you shoot back with a grin, hopping to your feet. "Now come on, class president. Time to see if you can survive five minutes without falling on your face." To your surprise, Mydei effortlessly stands up with his skates and glides down into the main skate park area, which leaves you frozen with your skates on as thoughts run through your mind at the speed of light or something. "YOU KNOW HOW TO SKATE??" You scream towards his direction, utterly confused with your hands resting on your hips, making several kids stare at you and then at Mydei. But the Ash-blonde haired only smirks at you, his red hair tips looking even more alluring underneath the sunset— wait what? Suddenly starts to skate at an alarming speed, before you could even react, The Class president who you were sure was one of those "plain studious prodigies" was inches away from your face with that stupid smirk you wish you could punch right now, his surprisingly soft hands on your shoulder and the scent of vanilla and hibiscus floods your senses.

You feel your breath hitch, but you quickly shake it off, scowling. "You absolute menace," you hiss, shoving his hands off your shoulders as you take a step back. "You tricked me!"

Mydei chuckles, the sound smooth and rich with amusement. "I prefer the term ‘strategically withheld information.’"

"You scammed me, dude." You cross your arms, glaring up at him. "Made me think you were some helpless beginner so I’d go easy on you."

He leans in slightly, golden eyes gleaming with unspoken mischief. "Would you have agreed to this so easily if you knew I could already skate?"

You open your mouth, then immediately close it. Okay. Maybe not. But that’s not the point!

"That’s not the issue here," you grumble, rolling your shoulders. "You—Ugh. You’re seriously the worst."

"Am I?" Mydei’s smirk widens, and suddenly, he’s pushing off the ground, gliding backward effortlessly while keeping his gaze locked onto you. The sheer confidence in his movements is almost infuriating. "Come on now, delinquent. Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little friendly competition?"

Oh. So that’s how it is.

You narrow your eyes, a slow grin creeping onto your face. "Oh, it’s on, class president."

Without hesitation, you push off the ground, skating forward at full speed. Mydei barely has time to react before you’re right in front of him, mirroring the same cocky energy he had just moments ago.

"You wanted to challenge me? Fine," you taunt, tilting your head. "Let’s see if that fancy skating of yours can actually keep up."

His smirk doesn’t falter. Instead, he chuckles, something softer beneath the amusement. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

And just like that, the two of you take off—racing across the skate park, weaving between stunned onlookers as you push each other to go faster, higher, riskier. It’s exhilarating, the wind rushing past, the thrill of competition mixing with something else entirely.

But somewhere in the chaos, between the sharp turns and rapid movement, you catch a glimpse of Mydei—his expression light, unguarded. And for a split second, you think… maybe this wasn’t just about skating.

Maybe—just maybe—he really just wanted to spend time with you.

And that thought? That’s the real danger here.

Mydei should be focusing on the race, on the challenge you just threw at him, but damn it all—he can’t stop looking at you.

The way you move, effortlessly weaving through the crowd with a grin that’s equal parts cocky and electric—it’s ridiculous how much it affects him. His heart is hammering in his chest, but he’s long since stopped believing it’s just from the adrenaline.

You look back at him mid-skate, teasing, eyes glinting under the setting sun. "What’s wrong, class prez? Can’t keep up?"

Oh, he’s doomed.

The sheer audacity in your voice, the way you challenge him without a second thought—he should be annoyed, should be devising a way to wipe that smug expression off your face, but instead, he just… drinks it in. The way your hair moves in the wind, the way you laugh when you nearly trip over a loose board but catch yourself at the last second, the way you look so damn free.

And then, as if the universe is determined to destroy whatever composure he has left, you wink at him before picking up speed.

Mydei swears under his breath, dragging a hand through his already-mussed-up hair. He’s not even skating properly anymore—just staring, completely and utterly lost in you.

Get a grip, Mydei.

But it’s impossible. Because the more he watches, the worse it gets. Every word, every movement, every little thing you do has his stomach twisting in a way that feels entirely too new, too unfamiliar.

It’s downright infuriating.

He speeds up, catching up to you, and before you can react, he reaches out—fingers just barely grazing your wrist.

"Tag. You’re it." His voice is smooth, but there’s something just beneath it—something raw, yet something vulnerable at the same time.

You blink in surprise before a slow grin spreads across your face. "Oh, now you wanna play dirty?"

"Wouldn’t want to bore you," he murmurs, eyes locked onto yours.

And just like that, the game shifts.

You push forward again, but this time, it’s different. It’s not just about winning anymore—it’s a dance, a challenge wrapped in something far more intoxicating. Mydei stays close, closer than he needs to, every sharp turn bringing you within inches of each other, every glance he sneaks only deepening his fixation.

He doesn’t even realize how obvious it’s become.

The way his fingers twitch every time you get too far ahead. The way his breath catches when you whip your head back to laugh. The way his smirk softens every time your eyes meet his.

The race doesn’t end so much as it fades into something else entirely. Eventually, you both slow to a stop near the edge of the park, breathless but exhilarated.

"You’re insufferable," you huff, shoving his shoulder lightly.

Mydei exhales a quiet laugh, but his gaze lingers—trailing over your face, committing every little detail to memory.

"And you," he says, voice quieter now, "are absolutely impossible."

You raise a brow. "Oh? Finally realizing you can’t beat me?"

"Not what I meant," he mutters, almost to himself.

And damn it, you look so good right now, flushed from the race, eyes shining under the golden glow of the sunset. He swallows hard, feeling his control slip just a little more.

Get a grip, Mydei. Don’t—

But he does. He reaches out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear before he even realizes what he’s doing. His fingers linger, just barely, and when you freeze—when your breath hitches just slightly—he knows he’s completely screwed.

Absolutely, utterly, hopelessly gone for you.

You blink up at him, eyes wide for just a second before you scoff, leaning away. “Ugh, gross. What’s with that look on your face? You look like some lovesick fool in a drama.”

Mydei doesn't even flinch. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, sure.” You roll your eyes and stretch your arms over your head, acting like your heart definitely didn’t just stutter when he tucked that damn strand of hair behind your ear. “If you’re gonna get all mushy on me, at least warn me first. I might puke.”

He huffs a quiet laugh, adjusting his glasses. “Duly noted.”

You expect him to get annoyed, to snap back at you with some smug remark or throw some lecture your way about proper behavior. But he doesn’t. Instead, he just looks at you—unwavering, patient, endlessly amused.

And that? That’s dangerous.

So you do what you do best: you double down.

“Seriously, though,” you say, stepping just slightly into his space with a lazy grin. “You’re looking at me like I’m the last limited-time character in a gacha banner. You sure you’re okay, class prez?”

Mydei’s lips twitch at the comparison. “That would imply I have the ability to pull you.”

You snort with a dorky smile on your face. “Nuh uh, you don’t. I’ve got, like, 5 star rarity or something.”

“Of course.” His tone is so dry, so perfectly deadpan, but you don’t miss the way his fingers tighten ever so slightly at his sides.

He’s trying so hard not to react.

Interesting.

You tilt your head, peering up at him with mock suspicion. “Hold up. Are you actually—” you gesture vaguely at him, then at yourself “—into me or something?”

A pause.

A dangerous, too-long pause.

Then: “You only just realized?”

Your brain short-circuits.

You were expecting him to deny it, to roll his eyes and call you ridiculous, anything but that.

“Wait. What?”

“You heard me.” He adjusts his glasses with a maddening amount of calm. “Or do you need me to say it again?”

Your face burns, but you refuse to let him win this round. Crossing your arms, you scoff, “Tch. As if. No way someone like you is actually into someone like me.”

He frowns, and this time, it’s real. “And what, exactly, does that mean?”

You wave a hand. “C’mon. You’re, like, the golden boy of the school. You’ve got people lining up for you. There’s no way you actually—”

“I do.”

His voice is lower now, quiet but firm. And somehow, that makes it so much worse.

You stiffen, caught completely off guard by the intensity in his gaze.

He steps closer, not enough to crowd you, but enough to make your heartbeat way more noticeable than you’d like. “Do you really think I’d waste my time on something I didn’t mean?”

You stare at him, lips pressing together in a thin line.

This isn’t funny anymore.

It’s not teasing, not a game, not something you can brush off with an eye roll and a joke.

And that? That’s a problem.

Because people don’t just—don’t just like you like this. Not in a way that lasts. Not in a way that’s real.

You click your tongue, looking away. “Whatever. If you’re trying to fluster me, it’s not working.”

“Clearly.”

You glare at him. “Are you mocking me right now?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says smoothly, but there’s the faintest glint of victory in his eyes.

You shove his shoulder again—this time, harder. “Ugh, you’re so smug. I hate that.”

He just smirks. “You don’t.”

You do. You totally do.

Except—you don’t.

And that’s the most infuriating part.

With an exaggerated groan, you turn on your heel, skating a few paces away before calling back over your shoulder, “I’m so done with this conversation. Last one to the vending machines has to pay.”

And then you bolt.

Mydei watches you go, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle before following after you.

He doesn’t mind paying.

Not if it means getting to chase you again.

mydei and reader type shit lmao

-[again, requests are open and if i update a lil slow, don't be shocked cuz exams are eating my ass in an offensive manner. also comment random bs. I'm bored and i need other people's opinion on my writing as well] part 3-

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Companion rambles: could they operate a vehicle + other random assortment of headcannons

Curie:

Knows every single part of a car. Knows every driving safety rule. Do not let her near a vehicle. Her driving style is mad-max levels of fear. She will giggle and comment about how much fun she’s having, and how she wishes she did this sooner. Danger level: 9/10. You won’t die but you’ll never look at a corvega the same.

Cait:

In trying to hotwire it, will either blow it up or will turn it on for just enough time that the alarm goes off. If she did find a functioning one, it would probably end up in a ditch. Danger level: 7/10

Deacon:

He can drive, but in the same way that a elderly person would: you don’t know if he should be behind the wheel, but goddamn it if he’s not going to Tokyo drift into the last parking spot in front of the super-duper mart. Danger level: 5/10

Danse:

Why concern himself with pre-war ruins that aren’t even technologically interesting? He *technically* can fly vertibirds, but also…heights get to him sometimes. If he did have a car, he would dive super safe and basically act like a midwestern dad. Do NOT try and merge without signaling in front of him. Danger level: 2/10

Mac:

Really good at taking cars apart. Only knows about driving from comics. TBH I think he would be the type to only learn how to ride a bike at 10+ years old. He can’t even start the car. Danger level: 0/10

Hancock:

Would try to drive but would get either lost or just confused after about a half hour. Would probably try to add a bunch of stuff on top, like a missile launcher or a turret. It would be so decked out that it wouldn’t even be functional anymore. Would take joy in doing demolition derbies with Mac. Danger level: 3/10

Piper:

She knows how a car works, but like, only from reading 4 pages of a really old manual when she was board. She claims to defunct know how they work, but has no idea what to do when she lifts the hood. Either causes an explosion or ends up breaking at least one part. Never gets it moving. 6/10

Gage:

He can probably figure it out after about a day or two of trying to compare it to a coaster. When he does start it, I think he would actually hate driving. He’s the sole one in control, with his foot on the gas the whole time, and there is no way in hell he is ready for that. Would probably make up some excuse about how raiders don’t need to use cars to make their points. 2/10

Preston:

The safest driver in the world at first, but then he starts going after bigger things. Trucks would help with transporting supplies to settlements, he argues. If we had a garrison of tanks, imagine how many people we could protect, etc. He’s not wrong, and not bad at driving, but he really needs to stop adopting every bubble-top he comes across. 3/10

Nick:

Can drive. Will drive. Then will have to confront the reality of his muscle memory being from a person he never really was. He’ll still take a spin now and then, especially if going long distances, but he prefers to walk. It’s more….him. 1/10

Longfellow:

Cars, no. Boats? Hell yeah. He’s taught just about every sailor far harbor has. But try to get him to drive on land and he will straight out refuse. It’s not who he is. 0/10

Strong:

No. Car for throwing. Inside small, only for weak human. No need metal shell to go fast. 0/10

Dogmeat:

Sticks his head out the window. Can honk the horn. 0/10

Codsworth:

Listen, somewhere in his programming is knowing how to drive a car. Also how to assemble one from 4 cans and a high powered magnet. Can drive it either completely normal and safe or in a way that would make vin diesel scared. 7/10

X6:

Danger level: 10/10. He would succeed in the way Hancock could not. He turns it into a weapon. Stuff of nightmares. Avoid at all costs.

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The Betrayal of Irritation: Part 1 of my thoughts on Star Trek TMP. The "Spirk divorce arc" in Star Trek TMP is not new, or unexpected, or a surprise. It starts in TOS, with Requiem for Methuselah. A theory. Long post again!

I just finished watching the Original Series, followed by The Motion Picture, and holy fuck the two are SO interconnected. But the timing makes it really confusing.

There was about a ten-year-gap in real life between the end of TOS and the start of TMP. And yet, the wounds of failed Spirk appear to still be completely unhealed at the start of the movie. 

The movie itself denotes at least a two-and-a-half year gap since Kirk was last aboard the Enterprise. (Kirk tells Scotty, "two and a half years as Chief of Starfleet Operations may have made me stale, but I wouldn't exactly consider myself untried." Decker reiterates this time period by saying Kirk hasn't logged a single star hour in two and a half years.) It could have been more time since Kirk and Spock last saw each other, but it's unclear.

There is a lot of discussion akin to "Why are the characters acting so weird in Season 3?" as well as "What the hell happened between the series and the movie that made Spock run off to kolinahr like that?" I actually think that there is no missing information; rather, these two questions are connected. In fact, both questions have the same answer. Here is my theory: 

1

In my opinion, Season One of TOS doesn't start at the very beginning of the five-year mission.

Season One does not start with everyone boarding the ship for the first time and meeting their roommates. The relationships between the characters are already far too well developed to be brand new. Think of the fact that by episode 2 (Charlie X) Kirk is already saying, "I need him" of Spock.

By episode 4 (The Naked Time) Spock is offering to Kirk a thinly veiled confession of love tainted by repression and internalized homophobia ("Jim, when I feel friendship for you, I'm ashamed"), during which they slap each other repeatedly (keeping in mind that physical fighting is a stand-in for sexual intimacy in this show. My personal theory is that their serious relationship starts around Amok Time, but there is definitely something already happening there).

By episode 7 (What Are Little Girls Made Of?), Spock trusts and knows Kirk intimately enough to identify a well-disguised Kirk imposter in just two key words ("half-breed interference"); two hurtful words that he not only understands as not Kirk, but actually somehow a secret message from the real Kirk.

These are not newly acquainted coworkers. I posit that the three years of TOS are not an exact one-to-one correlation to the first three years of the five year mission. My theory is that the two years that are missing are actually towards the beginning, not at the end.

(Disclaimer: I have not yet seen TAS, which, from what I understand, is meant to fill the gap of the last two years of the mission, but since it is considered "questionable canon" I will disregard it for now, for the sake of argument.)

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I have written extensively about how, in season 3, Kirk and Spock suffer irreparable damage to their serious relationship in Requiem for Methuselah, and then continue to fight about it for several episodes. Then Spock lives an allegorical journey to hell and back in All Our Yesterdays, showing the extensive inner turmoil that he is still going through. By Turnabout Intruder, the last episode of the series, the two have broken up and it's affecting their interactions.

So my theory is this: the end of TOS is actually quite close to the end of the five-year mission, the Requiem for Methuselah wounds are still fresh in Spock's mind, the All Our Yesterdays turmoil is still very real, and Kirk and Spock have quite recently gone through a very painful breakup.

(Even if I'm wrong about this part. You can imagine two more years of that painful Turnabout-Intruder-level intimacy, where they undeniably know each other like the other half of themselves, and yet there is no joy in that connection and no way to bridge the rift between them. It would be enough to make anyone want to run away.)

Doesn't it just make sense that after the season 3 spirk fight arc, Spock would be ready to put some distance between himself and Kirk?

3

Can we also talk about what Spock was doing on the five-year mission in the first place? A half-Vulcan, raised on Vulcan, who feels he has something to prove as a Vulcan, and is trying desperately to repress his human side, elects to spend five full years in the unceasing and exclusive company of humans. Why? 

What if Spock felt unfulfilled in that life as a Vulcan? What if he wanted to try out his human side? What if Spock meant for the five-year-mission to be a sort of rumspringa from Vulcan mores, during which he could try out this other world like a piece of clothing, to see how it fit?  

But in the end, those five years of connection, of love, and then loss, only led to heartache and overwhelm. But, while Spock never confesses to heartache and overwhelm, what he does confess to? Irritation. 

Think back to the start of the series. In Where No Man Has Gone Before, when Spock is trying so hard to repress his human half that he still refers to his mixed parentage as "one of my ancestors married a human female," Kirk tells him that he plays a very irritating game of chess. Spock coyly answers, "Irritating? Ah, yes. One of your Earth emotions."

And then, in Space Seed, we have this exchange, where Kirk is being so absolutely gentle and patient and loving with Spock that it makes me want to cry:

Both of these "Irritation? Never met her" exchanges are in Season 1. 

But look how much things have changed by season 3: This is what he has learned in his time among humans.

From Day of the Dove: 

Irritation is, actually, the perfect emotion for Spock to finally allow himself to express. It has almost a medical bent to it, as in the sort of irritant that causes a skin reaction. He's been expressing irritation all along with that telltale eyebrow, of course, but allowing himself to say the word out loud is a big step. 

Then, upon being called "you pointed-eared Vulcan" by Bones in All Our Yesterdays:

His descent into the allegorical hell and the barbarism of his ancestors brings out this outburst of emotion against Bones, the only other bright spot (besides Jim) in this human world. It is a step beyond irritation, to "I don't like that. I don't think I ever did, and now I'm sure." But it shows that this particular irritation has been brewing for a long time, repressed under layers of Vulcan control.

And finally, this, from Plato's Stepchildren. Not irritation, but relevant:

Ouch. 

Spock always felt out of place in his Vulcan world. And he feels even more out of place in the very human world of the Enterprise. But Kirk is the one thing that makes that life worthwhile. The one safe harbor, the only safe person in the whole world of both humans and Vulcans. Spock is never at home anywhere, but he is at home with Kirk. But then it turns out that the safe harbor is perhaps the most dangerous place of all. He risks everything to allow himself to love, but then he has his heart completely broken by Kirk. This human world was already perhaps not a great fit to begin with, but now it's painfully, excruciatingly obvious that he is not at home here either. 

Remember, also, what one of the spectators said of Spock during his emotional torture in Plato's Stepchildren: "Cupid's arrow kills Vulcans." WHAT.

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So of course Spock's response to this failed five-year experiment is to say, "Okay, this did not work out. I tried it on, but this living-with-humans garment did not fit me. Fuck this shit, this being-around-emotional-humans shit, this pain-from-other-people's-emotions shit, and FUCK THIS ONE MAN'S BULLSHIT IN PARTICULAR, I am now off to join the Vulcan priesthood. Not only must my life's answer be on Vulcan, it is the most Vulcan version of Vulcan I can think of. I will give up all of my connections, all of my emotions, everything that makes me me so that I can finally become the ultimate Vulcan. Maybe if I get rid of my emotions altogether, it will also get rid of this pain."

And that is how he ends up here at the start of the movie.

But of course. It doesn't work.

He is running away from life, away from love, away from Kirk, rather than running towards enlightenment.

It was never going to work. 

And when he suddenly senses that Kirk needs him, his instinctual reaction is to refuse to complete the kolinahr. He is not rejected from it (at least that's not how it starts), as so many people say. He rejects it himself by raising his hand to stop the priestess. She simply agrees with him that he has work to do elsewhere.

What does he feel, though? It is hard to say. It looks more like confusion or disappointment than love or longing. But might it even be... Irritation?

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"Okay, fine," he says to himself. "If I must, I must. I will go and save that man's sorry ass one more time. I will go get a nice haircut. I will go put on my makeup and an ABSOLUTE BANGER of a little black revenge dress. I will glide onto that bridge like I own the fucking place. I will make that man cum in his pants as soon as he sees me. And I will not even deign look at him." And so he does.

Irritation does seem to be his main outward emotional state when he makes his first appearance back on the Enterprise. He is trying so hard to project himself as an emotionless brick wall, but he is actually radiating irritation in every direction. He greets Chekov with thinly veiled irritation, doesn't even let him finish his sentence:

And then he does what he came to do; he glides onto the bridge like he owns the fucking place. He looks so damn good and Kirk notices, his whole body snapping to attention. Spock looks all around the bridge, but not at Kirk standing right in front of him.

But, of course, he can't not look at him. He makes it a full eight seconds before he finally lowers his gaze and stares straight into Kirk's very soul without saying a single word out loud.

He then busies himself around the science station, taking charge, getting to work, ignoring the pleasantries erupting from all the old friends and colleagues around him. Irritation, irritation, irritation. He cuts all the discussion short and plunges headlong into the science, completely ignoring the way that Kirk is practically on his knees in front of him. But he sees. Of course he sees.

And yet, this outward irritation is simply a betrayal of his inner feelings: the fact that he cares. If he didn't care, he wouldn't be irritated. If he didn't care, he wouldn't have come at all.

But now that he is here, now that he is back, anything is possible.