#okay that boxing robe is fucking amazing

[nicoscheer]

The full set:

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[ghulehunknown]

Papa Headcanons - Valentine’s Day 💕

Rated PG-13 for implied adult themes!

Oh my goodness, it’s Valentine’s Day! How will your beloved celebrate with you?

~💘💝💘~

Primo

Gives you a beautiful bouquet of roses grown in his garden

Surprises you with herbal tea in bed while he makes you breakfast

He arranges for everyone in the Ministry to send a secret valentine to an assigned person, so you all get a cute card or treat

He’s surprisingly very into theming so he wears a red robe and mitre that day, and eats lots of pink foods

He gives everyone a single flower, even his least favorite ghoul

Says he has a nice surprise for you later; lit candles everywhere, your favorite snacks, a bubble bath, and some lingerie for…certain activities after you relax 🛁

Secondo

Also surprises you with breakfast in bed, complete with one of those silver covers that he flourishes as if you just got fancy room service

Packs your lunch for you that day with a cute little note which you proceed to keep in your wallet for a long time

He relieves you of your Sibling job duties a few hours early and arranges for you to have a massage done by the Ministry’s massage therapist

He arranges Valentines karaoke for the ghouls and siblings, the setlist being rock’s greatest love ballads and also some Celine Dion mixed in

Bakes you a cake (or whatever your fave dessert is) and decorates it with pink heart sprinkles

His final gift of the day is flowers with some very nice jewelry…and also a new lingerie set. He wants to see you in the set wearing the new jewelry he got you, saying it’s a gift for him too and he wants to admire it

Terzo

His penis. He gives you…his penis, wrapped in a bow. “Breakfast in bed, mm?” he’d say (don’t worry, he offers to go down on you too)

Okay, okay, he actually comes back with coffee, cigarettes, and Pop-Tarts

Has flowers sent to you while you’re both at work so you’ll think of him all day (so all your coworkers/the other Siblings see what an amazing boyfriend you have)

Encourages everyone to leave work early that day so “you can all go fuck each other!”

Orders sushi takeout (or whatever you want if you don’t like sushi but author happens to love it) and has made a whole setup of pillows and blankets on the floor for you to watch cute movies while you eat dinner and snacks

Gives you naughty conversation hearts and says you have to do whatever it tells you to…they’re instructions for bedding you later

Scatters rose petals all over the bedroom, lights candles so the room looks very romantic and promises to make love to you like never before

Copia

You wake up to utter chaos - a burning smell from the kitchen and rats running all over the place. “Eh, it was supposed to be a surprise…we’ll get takeout.”

But you’ve already DoorDashed pancakes for the pair of you, because somehow you knew he’d be too stressed to handle everything

He’s genuinely very excited to celebrate Valentine’s Day so he can go all out to show you just how much he cares about you

He decorates his office and room the day before - all pinks, reds, and purples with hearts everywhere

He gifts everyone in the Ministry a cute little paper valentine, like the kind you used to pass out in elementary school

Says cheesy but sweet things all day, like asking you to be his valentine, making puns like “bee mine buzzzzzz,” etc.

Smothers you in hugs and kisses

Wants to watch rom coms with you before going to bed that night, complete with themed snacks

He bought you matching V-Day underwear

Nihil

Gets you one of those generic heart shaped chocolate boxes from the drug store

He also leaves a very mushy, sentimental hallmark card on your nightstand

“Why do we need a special day? I love you everyday!”

He doesn’t arrange anything for the Ministry as a whole but he does make sure to do the bare minimum for his partner

[abbyslev]

𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺- 𝑨𝑶𝑻 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳𝑺 + 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬

A/N: this is a vday special! i do apologize, it's a bit rushed. i want to thank everyone for reading and showing support!! i love all of you and i hope you have a lovely vday💌👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

WARNINGS: suggestive in some of them, implied sex in yelenas, nothing else but fluff and cuteness!!

HANGE

Hange forgets its valentine’s day 100%

they get up at like 4 and realize it’s valentine’s day when they check their calendar 

goes to the store and grabs last minute flowers and all your favorite snacks along with a little teddy bear

they were on the phone with levi the whole time like “IM SO FUCKED LEVI WHAT IF THEY WAKE UP”

in the car they assemble the gift and pick up some coffee and bagels 

when they get home you’re still asleep 

they set it out on the counter and crawl back in bed until you wake up :D

Hange kisses your head with a huge smile on their face

“Happy Valentines, babe.” They whisper while rubbing your bare hips 

you look at your surprise and just fall apart in Hange’s arms

they feel relieved when you don’t catch on that they forgot

levi got you two a reservation to a fancy restaurant last minute while hange was in the middle of the store losing their mind 

you gave hange a new notebook, some new jewelry and a book they’ve been wanting for a while 

they tear up a bit </3

the dinner was amazing 

that night was lovely hange was gentle and slow 

10/10 valentine’s day 

ANNIE

she’s a simple gal

she makes you breakfast, put flowers in a vase and buys you a watch you’ve been looking at for a while 

you gave annie some new boxing gloves she’s been wanting 

you two cuddle all morning 

annie takes you on a small hike to an open field and you two swim in the clear waters for hours 

eat with your humid clothes and dripping hair in the grass while the sun sets 

you two change and drive home while listening to music and annie holds your hand 

that night you two tried chocolates one of her coworkers gave to her bc they didn’t like chocolate 

“this one’s like a five out of ten. Try it.” As she puts it in your mouth.

“I actually give it a ten outta ten.” You shrug while Annie starts arguing with you why it’s not that good 

you end the day off with a nice warm shower and night cuddles </3

MIKASA

please do not play with my wife 

she has been planning this since the day SHE WAS BORN 

flowers, stuffed animals, clothes, perfume, books, candles, robes, candy, ANYTHING YOU WANT IS YOURS 

this year she got you a lot of things including a kitten :)

the cat had stayed with eren and his gf while valentine’s day creeped up

you had opened your gift and hugged mika and she told you she had one more gift 

“mika, baby, this was more than enough,” You laugh

she hands you a very wobbly, white box

you open it and a calico cat comes out 

“MIKASA ACKERMAN”

you tackle her in tears

“did i do okay?” 

you just kiss her bc WHAT

she cooks breakfast and everything <3

you gave her some new products she’s been wanting to try and some new running shoes 

“baby, these are so pretty. you didn’t spend a lot did you?” 

“mikasa you got me a cat, SHUT UP BABY” 

 she takes you to a garden and walk around 

lovely night with both of you in a bubbly bathtub 

you give her a back massage 

trace her back tattoo until she falls asleep

<3 she’s so perfect 

SASHA

she’s a classic

she’ll cook you a lovely breakfast 

you got her a basket full of snacks from around the world 

they didn’t even last two seconds

she got you a necklace and a new hoodie 

that night you, sasha, connie and jean go out to dinner 

she likes to include them in everything and you love them so why not 

you and sasha hold hands and connie’s like “GAYYYYY”

all you can eat buffet 

connie’s idea tbh

its okay it’s all perfect and you guys are crying from laughter 

that night you and sasha watch movies while eating what’s left of the snacks you gave her 

she falls asleep with crumbs all over her face 

you fall asleep on her lap, pocky stick in your hand as the movie keeps playing 

wake up with a stomach ache but it was a 10/10 night<3

YELENA

tbf she’s gonna buy you some lacy, red lingerie 

its just yelena 

its basically a normal day for both of you

UNTIL

you get home

there’s rose petals trailing to your bedroom 

all over the bed in a heart shape 

she’s so corny someone arrest her 

good thing you wore the lingerie 

yelena comes up from behind you 

FUCKS YOU DUMB HELLO 

you two literally go at it until the sun comes up 

she’s not a romantic person but yet it’s still a good day<3

[beeceit]

So Much For Grabbing The Bottle

I finally got the chance to read So Much For Grabbing A Slice (and it is seriously AMAZING, please check it out if you haven't yet) and I couldn't get the idea of ITBOTB Blue running into CJ in a peepaw multiverse situation out of my head

CJ and Shelldon Neo are both from SMGS by @shiftdrawwing

"Hey, Mister Peanut! C'mere a minute, would ya?"

Blue tapped his foot on the ground, leaning on the couch in a way that he hoped came off as casual and did a good job of hiding how much this whole multiverse situation had him freaked out. 

"Pardon?"

"Ahh, don't worry about it, timeline difference, I think. Must be weird, being older than all of us turtles."

"You'd be surprised what I've gotten used to."

Blue hummed with a frown, running his tongue over his back teeth.

"I bet I would. Ah, look, Casey-"

"It's CJ."

Blue raised an eyebrow, then shrugged.

"Alright, then, CJ. I'm sure this is weird coming from me- I mean, if you're actually as old as you look, I could probably be your kid."

"Is there a point to this?"

Blue chuckled, putting his hand up. 

"Alright, alright, I'll cut to the chase. Look, I know you're not my Casey, and I know I'm not your Master Leonardo, and I hope I'm not crossing a line by saying this, but... I'm proud of you. I never imagined my boy could make it to your age. Seeing a version of him that has... I can't even imagine how strong you must be."

CJ blinked, not sure how to respond.

“Uh… thanks?”

"Ahh, I know, I know, I made it weird. But hey, really, I mean it. I'm proud of you. You look like you've been through about five different kinds of hell in wet socks, but here you are, still kicking. That's incredible, CJ. Even if it's just from me, you deserve to be told that, at least once."

CJ leaned on his cane, looking the turtle over.

“That, uh… thank you.”

Blue winked. “Anytime.”

“Which one is yours?”

“Hmm? Oh, you mean my Casey?”

CJ nodded.

Blue grinned and pointed.

“Mine’s the little highlighter over there trying to arm wrestle your Shelldon,” Blue cupped his hand around his mouth, calling out. “Doing great, champ! You got this- oof, no, no he doesn’t, that looked painful. Eh, he’ll be fine.”

“That explains a lot about you.”

“I’m choosing to take that as a compliment. …He’s a good kid. Strong kid. He’s better than I was at his age, that’s for sure.”

CJ fiddled with his cane, taking in the scene. The walking crayon box that was Blue’s Casey had already shaken it off and was begging Neo for another match.

“He seems happy.”

“I think he is. The past has been good to him, it’s nice to see him finally able to laugh, you know? Not looking over his shoulder all the time, not wondering which one of us he’ll have to bury next. He can finally just… live. I hope you get that, too. Aaaaanyways, that’s enough sappiness from ol Peepaw Blue-”

“Yeah, again, I’m older than you.”

Blue waved him off, getting to his feet with loud cracks and pops ringing out from his knees.

“He- hey, Casey! Hi!”

“Shush, you. Any-ways, I’ve hogged you long enough, I should go check up on my kids. Take care of yourself, okay?” He patted CJ’s shoulder with a wink and called behind him as he walked off. “And tell wet napkin me I said hi, yeah?”

“Wh- wet napkin?”

A near identical Leo (minus the stickers and dad robe but plus massive eyebags, a prosthetic arm and a tearstained mask)  started rushing towards CJ with the speed of an apex predator.

“Oh, fucking Christ.”

[damelucyjo]

Okay. I think I’ve calmed down enough. I’ve done the ironing listening to Films To Be Buried with. I’m in a better mood. So let’s give this rewatch a go so I can pretend most of it never happened!

Episode 12 - So Long, Farewell

I will say, one thing I love (as a Brit that has to be involved in football in some way) is that this show got so many ‘real’ football people involved. It’s a shame it was all men though…

Ooo Rebecca, looking for as always 😏 that robe is a gorgeous colour

Is that headline indicating Bex kicked Rupert out?? Good on ya, girl! 💪🏼

Exactly. Shut up Thierry

‘Morning, Rebecca’ ‘Morning, Ted’ WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO US 😫😫

Heavily implying they slept together. Why else would they be so awkward around each other?? 🤔

The fake out was cruel, but the introduction of Beard is brilliant

And what the actual fuck are you wearing Brendan?! 😂 To be that comfortable around your boss 😂

Okay but now I really want to see what the night before was like. Also why are Beard & Jane at Rebecca’s? Why not go to Jane’s?? 🤔

Also was there really an emergency? Or does Beard know there could be something between Ted & Rebecca and needed them to spend real time outside of work together??? If so you’re a genius, my friend!

Yes, Rebecca. Don’t talk about it. That way it’s not happening 👍🏼

GET YOUR BARE ARSE OFF HER COUNTER!! 😂 it’s kinda like a car crash; you know you shouldn’t look but you can’t look away either 😂

Poor Mina 😂 Rebecca, I hope you pay her a ridiculous amount of money

‘Those ropes are not garbage. Some of it’s dirty on purpose’ they sure are an interesting couple 😂

God Hannah’s pretty. And Jason looks very cute 🥰

YYEEAAAHHHH!

I absolutely love how over the top all these boys are with things

He’s the assistant kit man 🥺 I actually love that. Not so much that this is the first times it’s mentioned though…

‘I was just the only one that was snoring’ 😜 Jamie putting extra money in the box, how far you’ve come 🥰

Okay the tears have started again. I’m gonna miss these boys so much!! 🥹🥹🥹

I wish they had shown Keeley scaring Roy. That’d’ve been hilarious

‘… stuff’ 😂😂😂

She shredded his passport 👀

‘I won’t take it out, but I’m happy to tell you you’re wrong’ love the confidence, Trent 👌🏼

It’s a real shame it’s taken until the last episode to see Keeley doing press for the club again 🙁 I’ve missed the scenes between these three

‘Juicer, the better. Safe save’ he’s such a gossip 😂

Exactly. Fuck Rupert. Why waste breath on him

She truly is living in denial! She’s finding it very hard and everyone knows 🥺 Poor Rebecca

WE’RE NEVER GOING TO GET TO SEE THEM ALL BEING SILLY TOGETHER AGAIN 😫

The shock on their faces! 😮

Final spit take & ‘fuck me’ call back 🫡

Nobody is handling them leaving well 🫠

This is incredibly cute though 🥹 their little smiles

ROY MOUTHING ALONG!! My heart 🥰🥰

Everyone in the stands joining in on the final goodbye 🥲 I’m fully crying

Oop a ‘perfect’ call… forward? Foreshadowing?? 🤔

So who told everyone ‘Now react as if we’ve just won the whole fucking thing’ 😂

‘Love those boots’ cause we need to stereotypically remind everyone Trent is gay 🫣

Just call back after call back in this episode 🫡

They’re friends now 🥹 my little heart

‘I really am exceptional’ yes you are, Deborah!

Rebecca, even your mum knows it’s more than a big deal to you that Ted is leaving. So much so that he’s equating it to him dying��

She just wants her daughter to be happy 🥲🥺 am I crying again? Have I even stopped??

See, I love their relationship now! Another thing we’ve not gotten to see much of 😢

Deborah & Mae bestie era WE NEVER GOT TO FUCKING SEE. I’m gonna flip a table 🫠

These three have been amazing to watch too. They so easily could have been throw away characters, but they’re not. They’re wonderful

But she ain’t your mother, boys 😂

Oh she did not like being called their grandmother 😂😂 Harriet, nicely done

So we’ve been cheated out of seeing Dame Harriet Walter skateboard. Rude.

The outrage!! 😂

He’s proud of him 🥹 here comes the tears again

Mentioning the video was a low blow, Jamie

‘If you go, I go’ 🥺🥹🫡

She truly thought about what they could do to get him to stay. Told him if he goes, she goes. That if she sells 49% of the club she could pay him a lot more, but nowhere near what he’s worth… fully outright asks him to please stay… and he gives her nothing. Certainly was a choice, Jason 🙄

Hannah is giving a masterclass in this scene, though

And he couldn’t even tell her she shouldn’t sell?? Wtf is up with that??

‘More like Drink, Sleep, Fuck’ 😂 I wanna watch that show!

Of course they beat the shit out of each other over Keeley. Good on you girl for sending them both packing!! 💪🏼 at least they know they’re idiots 😂

I actually love this scene between Nate & Ted. It felt like a great ending to their story. He’s getting to see Ted’s forgiveness first hand. Beautiful.

Oh, look! The rom-com couple 👀

A call back to the tickets under country women 🫡 My Wynonna Judd loving heart is soaring at this mention! A lovely nod to her for her contribution to Thundergong. Also this episode (if it hadn’t been pushed back 3 hours) would have been released on her birthday! 🥳

And I am happy to see whatshisface back too… genuinely can’t remember the characters name… JOHN! 🫣😂 also he’s not a Richmond fan. Why is he there??

Shut up, Jake

SHARON!!!!!!!!!!! 🥰

Yes, Ted, it doesn’t make sense. But we don’t question it!

‘You’re stuck with us, buddy’ but not really, cause you’re leaving. Arsehole.

‘Can I be a diamond dog’ 🥺 boys, he really needs help 🥺 and he’s actually asking for it for once 🥹 well done, Roy

I’d have liked just one scene of the guys in the changing rooms reaction to that lot barking 😂

You’re still you because you don’t need to change, Roy. You don’t need to be someone better. You just need to learn to speak up more. Talk about things with others. That’s it, babes!

Okay, now that shimmy was also kinda perfect 😂

Of course he got George to be his new coach.

Okay, question (if you read this); why now all the negative press against Rupert when it’s nearly the same as when he broke up with Rebecca?? Is the fact that the affair came out as sexual misconduct instead the only real difference? Why such a shock when he’s been in the press for the same thing before?? Another thing that doesn’t make sense to me 🤷🏻‍♀️

Tony showing wonderfully that being Rupert in public is him ‘playing a part’. God, I love this man

Good on you, Rebecca, for showing him he really doesn’t get to you anymore. I’m so proud of you!

And Ellie Taylor 🫡 I do not like Sassy, but you’re amazing, babes!

I completely missed Barbara holding up her hand for a high five and Rebecca just waving at her the first time I watched this!! 😂😂😂

She’s into violence, and I think that’s perfect. Barbara is possibly the only addition to this season that they got spot on. I love her!! How of that is down to Katy though, I don’t know…

😂 Mary’s reaction

Why bring up Zava again? This really wasn’t needed 🫢

‘Zorro’ was too easy 😂

As an ex Irish dancer of nearly 29 years I’m going to take that Michael Flatley mention purely for me. Sorry guys ✌🏼😜😂

Yes, this video made me as much of a mess as it made the 😫😫😫 oh, shirt indeed

SHUT UP, JAKE!

Another nice callback to Nate knowing what the notifications means 🫡

Nice goal, Chip 😉😂

‘Shut your butts and sit your mouths down’ made me chuckle both times I’ve seen this now 😂

Another tear inducing speech 🥲 I’m gonna miss you too, Ted

I know it’s to make a point, but how did he forget the sign wasn’t there?? You just had a conversation about it, man. Are you really that for gone?? 🫣

It had to be either Sam or Jamie to start off the Believe sign pieces 🫡

And they were all in the most perfect of places! Behind Sam’s inspiration, in Jamie’s book, Issac’s armband, Colin’s shinguard 🥹🥹

Another sweet moment between Nate & Ted

So is number 4 that their belief can be broken, but together they can put it back together again?? If so it’s brilliant! (I can’t remember what 1, 2 & 3 were 😂)

‘I know folks like to say ‘There’s no place like home.’ That’s true. Man, there ain’t a whole lot of places like AFC Richmond either’ SO DON’T LEAVE THEN, TED!! 🫠

Miss after Miss after miss 😂 this game would go fine in history if it were real! 😂

Sharon is me throughout this match 😂

Ooo Rupert is falling apart 🫢😏

Allowing Issac to take the penalty, showing they all know it’s just a game. Like Colin said ‘it’ll be fun’ 🥹

SHUT. UP. JAKE! 😂

He broke the fucking net!! 😂😂 nice one, Issac!!

Oh he’s really mad!! And Rebecca is confused… why is she paying him any attention, honestly!

Sharon really is me watching football 😂

Hitting John in the face - brilliant. But as I said before, since when has he been a Richmond fan?! Am I forgetting something?? 🤔

Fucking Barbara absolutely loving it 😂😂😂

Here he comes, Emperor Palpatine 🫣 and he is not happy!

Another callback!! Someone get this man some longer shorts! 😂

Dude… to fall apart like that in front of that many people 🫠

I’ve already written about this, but Rupert walking off the pitch breaks my heart. Tony made Rupert so human 😢

Ted just now knowing the offside rule enough to pick up on it when both Beard & Roy don’t?? YOU SHOULD NOT BE LEAVING, TED!! How many more times do I have to tell you?? 🙄

And an offside payout callback 🫡

Had to bring it full circle by asking Nate for his opinion and using his play 🫡

A hilarious call back for Jamie too!! 😂 bet Phil had fun with that

And the quiet mention of Barbecue Sauce 🥹🫡

Of course they won right at the last moment

Sharon! 😂 glad we got to see something more from Sarah! We’ve never seen Sharon this animated!!

And a jump into the arms! 🥲🫡 As a solid lover of the callbacks I’m incredibly great full for the amount we’ve had this episode

Have the fans storm the pitch but don’t use it as an excuse to get Rebecca down there? Huge wasted opportunity!!

Colin kissed his boyfriend!! 🥹🥰

And he did his celebration dance from the pilot 🥹🫡 we love to see it

Oh she’s so emotional 🥰

Had to pause of this Sun cover - Rupert’s out, Kakes is going on Lust Conquers All and Bex got a book deal 👍🏼 nice one, ladies!

Of course he had to grab a copy of the paper that had her photo on it 😏

Then we get a Zava returns, Shandy’s doing great, and a Marcus Rashford Beano 🥹 the work that goes into this show is incredible!

And a rule of 3 with the ussie kid! 🫡 but did he forget he’s met him before or??

‘Wicked’ ‘Kinky Boots’ 🥺 I’m gonna miss these

So was she not going to make a fuss if he hadn’t happened to have seen her?? And why have her turn around right as he notices her?? Why do they do these things?! 😫

She’s sticking around because you told her without words you don’t want her to go with you, mate. She didn’t want to talk about it before, but apparently neither did you!

Not the ‘club matriarch’ 🤢

Like… I really am confused. There’s so much Jason & Hannah put into their performances that speak volumes, and yet the words they speak contradict it all. What I get from this ‘thank you’ moment is that both of them have so much they want to say but won’t. Or can’t. Kills me

And those tears are purely Hannah. You can’t tell me otherwise 🥺

MAYBE I AM STILL ANGRY ABOUT THINGS! How can you have a woman in front of you, holding back tears as fiercely as she is, and not say anything. If you’re so confident you’re making the right decision why aren’t you trying to reassure her. Comfort her. I-

Good God Hannah is so pretty when she cries 🫠

He’s on the plane asking his best friend if it really was the best decision to leave. Showing he’s really not sure if he’s making the right choice. Beard got off the plane, Ted (award worthy performance I might add) and so could you.

A great fake out would have been if it seemed like he was leaving, but didn’t. Cut to him in the airport watching the plane take off. Or he arrives in Kansas but tells Henry he can’t stay. Yes, I’m bitter. Leave me alone.

How long was she in that airport for her to be completely fine now??

Baby Rebecca!!

And Boat Man! Who I will admit looks great in that pilot uniform 😏 Well done, Rebecca 😂

He gets her name but we don’t get his? Rude.

Omg she gifted them snow gloves! The Barbara effect!! 🥰

KBPR… Keeley Barbara Public Relations?? I like it!

Roy as the new manager, as he should 🫡

Aww, the little photo and sign from Phoebe 🥰

Sam on the Nigerian team is a little wtf. Did Edwin change his mind about Sam? Did the breakdown of the Super League make him wash his hands with football completely?? THESE ARE THE THINGS I NEED ANSWERS TO!! 👀

Aww, Jamie & his dad 🥰

Everyone at the Higgins’ for a BBQ 👀

Dutch man’s daughter and Phoebe playing together is cute, though

The boys having one share in the club 🥰

Mae having a whole stack 😂

Hey, it’s Shannon! Nice callback to have her be the one to show at Trent’s signing 🫡

‘The Richmond Way’ 🥰 ‘A very brief forward by Roy Kent’ 😂

AFC Richmond Woman’s Team 👀 This is the spin-off!! it’s not a want, it’s a need!!

And Sharon’s back at the club?? SINCE WHEN?! I just-

But Roy getting help from the Head of Mental Health & Emotional Well-Being. Well done, Roy. 🫡

I’m also incredibly happy Beard is still with the club, too 🥰

Nate on Roy’s shoulders 😂 made me chuckle

The fixed sign 🥹

COULD HAVE ENDED THE SHOW THERE!! Just saying

But no, had to show Beard marrying his abusive, pregnant girlfriend 🙄 I really hope for his sake they just didn’t show that she’s really calmed down and we just didn’t see it. LIKE SO MUCH ELSE! 🫢

WHY WASN’T TED AT HIS BEST FRIENDS WEDDING?!?! 📢📢📢

Everyone with their partners 🥹 or both partners in Dani’s case 😂

And how wonderful to see the couple who helped Beard on his crazy night out with their baby 🥰 I actually love that he apparently kept in touch with them 🥰

But Ted’s asleep on the plane… 👀 Ted doesn’t sleep on planes… was that montage all his dream?? SO MANY UNANSWERED FUCKING QUESTIONS!!!

Henry & Michelle didn’t go get him from the airport?? Thought his son was desperate to have his dad back??

So are they implying he’s back in his unhappy life he left?? Okay…

He basically became one of the biggest names within English Football for what he did, and now he’s just coaching his son’s soccer team?? Like…🤷🏻‍♀️ more questions for my list…

That did not seem like. Happy guy at the end… 🫤

Okay, apparently Dutch man is called Matthijs and his daughter is called Jelka. Good to know! Would have been nice if it wasn’t left to the credits to teach me that… 🫣

Woah. Okay. I honestly don’t know that I’ll ever be able to watch that episode again in it’s entirety. There were many things I loved about it, but also things that I didn’t. And whilst I felt the same about many other episodes, I did expect more for the season finale. Why did him leaving seem to everyone like they were never going to talk again?? Did they all agree to never stay in contact??

But I do know that it didn’t ruin the show as a whole for me 👍🏼 I’ll just stay living in my delusional TedBecca fantasy land they built for me 😉

[watchmegetobsessed]

Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 8)

a/n: oh my! we have finally reached the end of this story and I never thought it would turn out to be this long but im happy it did! thank you for reading and loving it, and now, enjoy the last part!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4k

warning: just pure fluff

SERIES MASTERPOST

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“Girl, even if you don’t win, you’ll surely take the title of the hottest woman on the red carpet tonight.”

Florence’s words make you chuckle, but you try not to move your lips too much as the makeup artist finishes up the last touches on them, using a nude shade.

“Stop, my head is big enough already,” you tell her, giving her a look through the mirror. She is standing a few feet behind you, already wearing her beautiful, golden Versace gown that hugs her perfectly. Her hair is up in a neat bun so her back can be on full display and the diamonds in her ears can also shine brightly. She looks amazing while she is the opposite of what you’ll look like tonight.

Rhonda, the makeup artist has an amazing notion about your look when you showed her the gown you’d be wearing tonight and since the dress is not the sparkly kind, like Florence’s, she went a little heavier with the glitter on your eyes, using mostly whitish-silver colors, creating rosy cheeks and topping it with nude, glossy lips. Your hair is in loose curls with a bunch of extension, creating the illusion that you might as well be Rapunzel herself tonight. But you are the most excited about the gown that’s already waiting for you to be finally put on.

“What time is it?” you ask Florence as you don’t have your phone on you, but she has hers in her hands already.

“We still have half an hour before we have to leave. Dude, I can’t believe you are an Oscar nominee and might turn into a winner tonight!” she sighs, eyes shining bright with excitement. She hasn’t come off of this high for days, so over the Moon that you get to walk the red carpet tonight as a nominee.

“Don’t jinx it, Flo,” you warn her.

There’s a knock on the door of the hotel suit you’ve occupied for the glamming and Florence is quick to rush to it answering, but you both know who it is. As she throws the door open Harry comes to your sight, looking  as handsome as ever, wearing his custom made Gucci suit with a pink dress shirt underneath that matches your gown perfectly.

“Florence, you look wonderful!” his british accent fills the room, making you smile. Rhonda sets your makeup with some spray and you’re finally done. Standing up you move your legs around a bit as they went a little numb from all the sitting.

“Thank you! Pink suits you well, Harry,” your friend compliments your man and you watch them smiling.

When Harry’s eyes set on you, the light up, his smile widening from ear to ear. He looks spotless, freshly shaved, his hair recently cut and combed into place for a change. Not that you don’t like it when it’s all tousled and messy, especially when it’s because of your fingers.

“Angel, wow!” he breathes out as he walks up to you, taking your hands in his. You know he wants to kiss you, but doesn’t want to risk messing your lips up, so he is left with admiring you with only his eyes.

“Just wait until you see her in the dress!” Florence chimes in making you chuckle. You kept your dress a secret, wanting to surprise him with the first look. You gave out only the most necessary details for Lambert so the two of you could match.

“You’d be great like this too,” he teases, taking a look at your fluffy robe.

“I’m not going to the Oscars in a robe,” you tell him with a narrow-eyed look.

“I know, I’m just saying that you’d still be stunning,” he mumbles with a boyish smirk.

“Y/N? Time to choose a necklace!” Your stylist, Rupert appears from the room where your gown is hanging. He has a few jewelry boxes in his hands and he sets them all to the coffee table, opening up you are met with four breathtakingly beautiful diamond necklaces, each of them different yet so magical looking, you can’t decide which one you like the most.

“Harry, which one do you like the most?” you ask, kneeling down next to the table, mesmerized by the jewelries in front of you. Harry leans down and inspects them one by one before poking on the last one in the row. It has three rows of diamonds, not too big, the stones in the last row are shaped like water droplets, it’s such an elegant looking piece, it surely caught your eyes as well and you think it would be perfect with the dress.

“This one,” he tells you and you nod, shutting the other boxes, satisfied with the choice.

“Alright, time to get you into the gown, girl,” Rupert winks, gesturing at you to follow him into the room.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Harry, risking a quick peck on his lips before you disappear in your temporary dressing room.

You fell in love with the gown on the first fitting when Rupert pulled it out, still in the finishing phase. It still has pins in it, but it already took your breath away. It has a massive A-line skirt and a tight upper part that hugs your body perfectly, a row of buttons running down the middle of it. The sleeves are puffy, but then end in a tight run from a little above your wrists, the same set of buttons appearing like on your chest. It’s giving out some Victorian style vibes in a more sophisticated and simpler way, but it’s by far your favorite dress you’ve ever worn to any event.

It surely needs the extra pair of hands from Rupert to put it on, but once you are secured in it, you feel like a princess straight out of a fairytale and surely, your prince is standing on the other side of the double doors.

“Alright! Everyone get ready for the big reveal!” Rupert announces, sneaking out the room so he can open the door for you. He waits a few moments as you hear everyone shuffle around outside, probably lining up to see you walk out in your finished state. “Okay, three! Two! One! Welcome our Oscar nominee!” he cheers, a round of applause is heard before you even appear, but it’s quickly replaced with gasps when Rupert pulls the doors open and they get the first glimpse of you in your gown.

“Holy fuck!” Florence gasps, mouth hanging open as she keeps raking your form up and down. Your eyes find Harry’s gaze and you see him in a state you haven’t often found him in the past almost two years you’ve been dating. He is completely speechless, eyes glued to you in awe as if he just saw an angel in real life.

“Y/N, I—wow,” he breathes out, still at a loss of words.

“You like it?” you ask with a shy smile.

“I fucking love it, baby. You look… You really are an angel,” he tells you, making you chuckle at his words.

“Would you please help me put on the necklace?” you ask him and he nods eagerly, carefully taking the jewelry out of its box and walking behind you, he brings it around your neck, his fingers delicately working on the clasp. Once it’s all set, you step to the floor to ceiling mirror, taking in the final look.

“There won’t be a straight woman left on Earth once you step on the red carpet,” Florence bluntly comments, making everyone in the room laugh.

“Let’s take some photos, I need to immortalize this masterpiece,” Rupert gestures around, already grabbing his camera.

The next ten minutes you take hundreds of photos, alone, with Florence and then with Harry. He still seems a little stunned by your look, feeling shy when he circles his arm around your waist, but it’s cute that you can still have such an effect on him after being together for almost two years.

Florence snaps some with your phone as well, your favorite is when he held your waist and leant you back, making you arch backwards as your noses touched since he couldn’t kiss you. You already know it’ll end up as your lockscreen, replacing the selfie the two of you took on your latest trip to Hawaii.

When it’s time to leave you grab your little purse with your phone and other necessities and the three of you pile up in a minivan, since your dress needs all the space so it doesn’t get wrinkled before you step out to the red carpet.

As you sit in the car and watch the buildings pass by, your nerves start to rise in you. When the nominations came out a month ago it seemed so far, you couldn’t imagine yourself actually attending the Academy Awards, but now here you are, on your way to find out if you’ve been good enough to be the best.

Your role in Sinful Heaven has brought a lot to your life aside from the nomination. The three months of filming was one of the hardest times in your life you’ve ever worked through and at some points, you didn’t even think you’d get through it. Working so closely with Levi took a toll on you while you were trying to prove in such a heavy and serious role. It was a mess especially at the beginning when you and Harry were still in this weird phase, but that eventually turned right when he literally punched Levi in the face and ten minutes later asked you to be his girlfriend. It’s a badass way to start a relationship and you wouldn’t trade it for anything, especially because it put Levi into place or at least scared him enough to get off your back for the rest of the filming.

When Harry left following that visit, you couldn’t see each other until filming wrapped and you flew straight to him and travelled with him for the next two weeks, hopping from one city to the other, watching him perform every other night and spending all your time with him.

When the movie premiered eight months later, you didn’t appear with Harry by your side, Maya was your date for the evening, but by that time everyone knew you and Harry are an official couple. Neither of you felt like hiding it or caring about what others would think and you were able to focus on each other and rely on the strong foundation you’ve built for your relationship.

He was there with you when the nominations came out and probably screamed louder when your name appeared in the list. With tearing eyes and choked out sobs you jumped into his arms as he mumbled into your ear.

“I’m so proud of you, Angel. So, so proud!”

And now you are on your way to the show, only hours away from finding out if your dreams will come true tonight. Harry squeezes your hand and you turn to face him, his soft eyes meeting yours.

“Nervous?” he asks with a small smile.

“Very,” you admit with an airy chuckle.

“Whatever happens tonight, I’m very proud of you. Don’t forget that.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, giving his hand a squeeze back.

Since it’s the first time you and Harry appear on the red carpet as a couple, once you set your feet out of the car, everyone goes nuts. He helps you out and even fixes your dress so it falls just perfectly around your frame before he offers his arm. You link your through it, taking a deep breath as the two of you start walking down the carpet, posing for the photographers.

You feel powerful and strong, like it’s the peak of your career, but you also feel that it wouldn’t be the same without Harry by your side even though he is making sure to let you shine tonight. At one point he even steps back for a moment so photographers can snap you alone and you think it’s such a caring move from him.

You feel a little dizzy from all the flashlights by the time you walk into the theater, Harry holding your hand tightly as he leads you to your seats.

You’ve been to plenty award shows and it’s not even your first Academy Awards appearance either, but for obvious reasons, it’s the most important. Sitting in your plush chair, you can barely stop yourself from continuously fidgeting as one category follows the other and it’s still not yours.

Then following a jaw-dropping performance from Dua Lipa, Chris Evans walks out with a golden statue and an envelope in his hands and your heart skips a beat, but not because of the man himself, but because you know he is the presenter of the Best Actress category.

Your hold on Harry’s hand on your lap tightens and you glue your eyes to the big screens behind Chris as he smiles around.

“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to be here and to present the award for Best Actress. The theater tonight is filled with exceptional talents, but let’s see the nominees,” he speaks into the microphone and then he starts listing the names.

Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Margot Robbie and Rooney Mara are called and a camera fixates on each of them when Chris says their names, all smiling brightly and waving around before your name is called at the end. Taking a deep breath you plaster your most wonderful smile across your face, waving around like the other nominees did before the big screen splits, showing the five of you simultaneously.

“We’ve seen some spectacular performances from these ladies and now let’s see who proved herself to be the best this year.”

Chris flips the envelope open and pulls the little paper out that has the winner’s name written on it and for a moment you’re convinced you’ll pass out. You’ve never felt this anxious before and you’re gripping Harry’s hand so tightly you’re surprised he hasn’t pulled it back, but he is patiently putting up with your nerves, his eyes glued to the man on the stage as well.

“And the Academy Award for Best Actress goes to…” Chris starts with a charming smile, holding a short pause before he finally says the name. “Y/N Y/L/N for her role as Marie Davidson in Sinful Heaven!”

Your mouth hangs open, ears ringing as you process that your name was called. Everyone around you jumps up, including Harry, who is screaming just like when the nominations came out, while you are completely blank. It takes you a couple of moments to realize that you in fact just won your first Oscar and everyone is waiting for you to go and get your little statue.

“Baby! Baby you won!” Harry cheers as he helps you up from your seat and you throw yourself into his arms as reality sets in. “I fucking love you, Angel. Go and get your Oscar!” he laughs, pride all over his face as he urges you to walk up to the stage.

“Walk me up, please!” you stammer, not trusting yourself with walking in this fragile state. He offers his hand without a second thought, walking you to the stage where Chris is politely waiting for you to help you up on the stairs.

“Thank you,” you breathe out once you’re finally up on the stage, every set of eyes on you as Chris hands you the little statue.

“Congratulations,” he smiles as the two of you exchange two kisses on the cheeks before he steps aside and lets you give a speech.

You thought about writing a few words beforehand, but you figured if you end up being the winner you’d forget the whole thing, so there would be no use and that’s the case. Your mind is still blank as you look down at the award in your hands, the crowd still cheering on you, giving you a few extra moments to figure out what to say.

“I uhh—I don’t even know what to say, this feels like a dream,” you admit talking into the microphone, the clapping dying down so that everyone can hear your words. “I want to thank to everyone who worked on Sinful Heaven, because I wouldn’t be here without them. To my wonderful director and amazing costars, it’s been such a wonderful journey with you all. Thank you to my friends and family who were there with me from the very start, believing in me when I was losing faith in myself, thank you for never giving up on me. To my parents who I assume are now crying in front of the TV,” you add chuckling softly, imagining your mom and dad in tears as they listen to your words. “This is a wonderful sign to me that I am where I need to be and that I’m on the right path, so thank you for giving me even more motivation to keep me going on my way.”

Your eyes roam around all the guests until they fall on one proud man staring at you in his Gucci suit and pink dress shirt, his green eyes looking glossy as he listens to your words.

“And last but not least, thank you to one special person, because I’m convinced I wouldn’t be here tonight without him. I have one thing to tell you.” Forgetting about everyone in the theater you hold up the Oscar in your hand as you finish your speech: “Never have I ever loved someone like I love you.”

The crowd starts cheering again as you step away from the microphone and Chris is quick to jog up to you and help you down the stairs, Harry rushing back to take your hand once Chris lets go of it.

You catch him wipe a tear off his cheek as the two of you walk back to your seats hand in hand. Once you are settled, you take a deep breath and turn to Harry who is already looking at you, the same proud smile you saw from the stage still on his handsome face.

“I have never,” he tells you as his answer to the last line of your speech and you chuckle as your free hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him close. The lipstick on your lips long forgotten as you finally kiss him for the first time tonight.

“I have never either,” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again and again.

***

  Smiling around you wait for the audience to quiet down as you make yourself comfortable in the familiar armchair. It’s such a nostalgic feeling to sit here again.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to have you here again,” Ellen greets you once the clapping has stopped.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course. A lot has happened since the last time you were here, you won an Oscar just a few weeks ago, congratulations!”

The cheering starts again as a picture of you appears on the screen behind you, wearing your iconic pink gown, holding your Oscar in your hands.

“Thank you,” you shyly smile, still not entirely in peace with the fact that you are now an Oscar winning actress.

“Such a major thing, congrats.”

“Thank you, it is a huge thing, yes.”

“Do you already have a spot for the award? Does it have a designated place?”

“Well, for now it is in my study along with some more mementos, but I’m planning to have a little stand made in the living room,” you share your plans.

“Surely, I would want to show it off if I had an Oscar,” Ellen chuckles. “You have such a busy time behind you, have you been up to something new lately?”

“We finished filming the third season of The Umbrella Academy, so now I’m having a little break before I jump into anything new.”

“Sounds nice, you deserve all the relaxing. Anything planned while you’re on a break? A new book to read, or maybe a concert to go to?” she asks and you already know where this is heading.

“You know you can just ask if I’m planning to attend a Harry Styles concert,” you bluntly tell her, making the audience and Ellen laugh.

“Well, I was just asking around about your plans, but I’m happy you plan to visit Harry’s concert! It’s also good to know that the situation has changed since the last time you were here, you definitely have been to one of his concerts since then.”

“I have been, yes,” you admit smirking.

“And I assume the two of you are now very close, am I right?” she asks and suddenly a paparazzi photo of the two of you appears where you’re walking down the street hand in hand just a couple of weeks ago.

“You could say that,” you nod, biting into your bottom lip.

“Amazing, because he is going to join us now. Everyone, please welcome Harry Styles!” Ellen announces and turning around you spot Harry walking out from backstage, the audience screaming for him. He shyly waves around walking up to the center, greeting Ellen with a kiss on the cheek before he turns to you, pecking your lips shortly as he sits down next to you.

“Harry, so good to see you again,” Ellen smiles at him.

“Good t’ see you as well,” he nods.

“So, the last time you two were sitting here, you—it was the first time you ever met, right?”

“Right,” you nod with Harry.

“And now you are…” she gestures at the two of you, not finishing the sentence, but everyone knows what she meant by that.

“And now we are… not strangers anymore,” Harry says chuckling, making everyone in the studio laugh.

“Certainly,” Ellen nods. “Alright, I thought that we could play another game, just to bring back some nice memories,” she explains, reaching behind her armchair, grabbing the familiar board from her, flipping it in your hands with a nostalgic smile.

“Can we keep it PG rated though?” Harry asks, examining his board before looking up at Ellen.

“No,” she simply answers, reaching for her cards as the audience starts laughing. “Okay, you know how to play it, no need for explanation. Here is the first one: Never have I ever used my fame to get in somewhere.”

Ellen is quick to show the I HAVE side of her board and you slowly do the same while Harry thinks to himself.

“Oh come on, you surely have,” you elbow him playfully as he smirks in your way, holding up the same side as you and Ellen.

“We all have, it’s not a shame,” Ellen shrugs. “Next one. Never have I ever forgotten the name of someone right after they introduced themselves.”

Ellen holds up the I HAVE side and you do the same again while this time Harry flips it over to I HAVE NEVER confidently.

“Really?” Ellen asks him, surprised at his answer.

“I’m good with names,” he simply shrugs.

“That’s a good trait. Alright, let’s move on. Never have I ever punched someone in the face.”

It’s a sneaky and very shady statement. Just a few days after the incident with Levi, word got out that he was punched, a few blurry pictures floating around the internet of his bruise, then fans figured out it had to happen around the time Harry visited set and people were quick to put the picture together and assume that Harry was the one who hit Levi, but it was never confirmed.

Glancing at your boyfriend you are fighting your smile back, holding up the I HAVE NEVER side as he is looking back at you slyly, continuously flipping his board before it finally lands on I HAVE, the audience immediately rumbling at the partial confirmation and seemingly Ellen is also amazed by Harry’s honesty.

“Alright, interesting. Love that for you, Harry,” he comments making everyone laugh as you reach over and give Harry’s hand a squeeze. “Last one,” Ellen announces, reading the last statement from her cards. “Never have I ever fallen in love with someone I played never have I ever with.”

Ellen quickly shows her I HAVE NEVER side as you suck your lips into your mouth, glancing at Harry again. You share a look before you both slowly raise your boards, both reading the same sign on them: I HAVE.

[budugaapologist]

okay dokay so like. havent ranted about him in a while and i was thinking about all the iconic shit edward's done while i was dying today so anywho, here's some things he's done that made me cackle while my organs plotted my death:

so obviously him making it his life's purpose to torment a frail old man just because his first paycheck sucked is iconic

scaling a building in broad daylight because he and stede couldnt find a bar

picking a fight with the first englishman that tried to talk to him in havana

glaring death rays at woodes rogers when he called him ugly

by immediately stalking roberts, believing he'd help him get rich quick after completing a series of tasks for the man, edward proved he would fall for a pyramid scheme

the way his ai is kinda fucked up and without fail every time ive done the mission he peeks around the corner in front of adéwalé in full view of a guard

like judging by mydickssoft's track record you'd think they'd morph into a freakish being but nah, boundary boxes force these tootie frooties to spoon

do you think he knows what jagabat means? i dont think he does

*names a ship after a bird*

"speaking of dark creatures, you are black!"

grabs a sword by the blade multiple times dude what in the fuck

"i want my key!" dont you have like. four guns. shoot off the locks king, opening things properly has never been your go to why change now

kicking locks off BARE FOOTED bro i KNOW that hurts so bad you gotta be bleeding how the fuck are your feet so smooth you abuse the shit outta them

you tellin me you paid another man to give you nipple tattoos? okay

you tellin me you paid another man to draw tentacles on your cleavage? okay

thats a lot of back tattoos there kenway. who are they for kenway. you cant see the player who are those for kenway. are you expecting someone to be behind you admiring them kenway

picture youre just chilling in your cool half-underwater base admiring your treasure. all of a sudden a dummy thicc, unarmed, barefoot, and shirtless man pops out of the water and starts punching and kicking you to death

"you mad sap!" bro they are oysters and you have a whole crab and two knives. eat vane

surely going toward the man, who just left me to die in a cave, while i currently bleed out wont be a mistake!

why you dreaming about crawling on your hands and knees toward roberts kenway. why did you dream that roberts would be sitting on stede kenway.

him staring out into the void in that one dream sequence. "sorry bristol is too hard to render :P"

"so anne my wife is dead" "yeah" "would you like to-" "no" "aight fair enough"

he spent almost all of the game simping for a man named bartholomew

*bullies child daughter for not knowing difference between boat and ship*

why did he take his giant brig through a swamp. i think in that very moment adé became the captain, like the crew didnt say anything because this was for thatch but also they all silently were like "kenway dumb af"

"and would you be the devil" dude just call yourself a slur

put a lotta trust in the jackdaw crew to stay put while he went swimming for a couple hours every now and then

*******killed a man with piss*******

"eyo look at that massive ship in the distance. lets go fight it"

pets dog pets cow pets cat pets bird pets goat pets dog pets cow pets bird pets cat pets goat pets do

him continuously taking off the assassin robes to put on those god awful saggy pants. king your ass is amazing what did you do with your first outfit

never corrects adé when during battle and storms adé calls him and the crew sluts. eyo release directors cut of whats happening off screen boobsaresoft i wanna see whats goin on

why do you only fuck in beds why do you sleep everywhere that isnt made for sleeping

hes got like forty kids right

bonus adéwalé speed round:

*goes to brothel full of beautiful scantily dressed women that find him extremely attractive, just goes to bed*

"you look like a bowl of plum duff"

"i feel nothing but a hot wind on my ears"

what does edward have that makes you stay with him for so long (we know what he has we dont need to say it)

"this is where the jackdaw was sunk august" "cowabummer"

edward was definitely just a spoiled little figurehead captain for adéwalé right

"kicking chests is so two decade ago, i am going to brutally stomp down on them and shatter the hinges :)"

password is a song? okay i will sing it uwu [yes he is a better singer than edward]

"stop touching my boobs ma'am"

"i have a son? YOU NAMED HIM WHAT?"

bro one of his finishing moves looks like he smothers somebody out with his armpit. in reality, he breaks their neck with his bicep

"create a distraction? okay" *throws men*

[lustforyuu]

Iida getting pegged PLEASE or him being a good soft boy w a big thicc dick is ughhhhhh my guilty pleasure

Also I wanna tie him up and jerk him off just to hear the cute whines he makes

i didn’t peg you for the type? ft. tenya iida

word count: 0.8k

warnings: afab!reader, pro-hero!iida, reader and iida are married, sex toys (dildo/strap-on), mommy kink, minor praise kink, iida gets called ‘baby boy’ a lot, anal, pegging 

it was no secret that tenya iida was a– in essence– a hardcore type a personality. high stress levels were commonplace for the professional hero, characterized by episodes of breakdowns from said stress. 

as his wife, you worried for him and rightfully so. yet, a solution neither of you expected would soon solve iida’s problem.

“i want you to peg me.”

“what?”

you paused from drinking your afternoon cup of tea and stared at your husband in bewilderment.

“can you repeat that for me, dear?”

“i want you to peg me,” he repeated himself, face flushed but a nervous smile gracing his lips.

“did denki and the others put you up to this, dear?” you let out an annoyed sigh at the thought of your husband’s old classmates playing mean tricks on him, “you do know what pegging entails, right?”

“i do!” he exclaimed, “i just think.. it could help with my stress levels.”

“you think so?” now, you were interested.

“you know that i’m a control freak so.. perhaps letting myself be in your hands will be a good change?” iida suggested to you.

you answered him with a peck on the lips, “well, let’s do it then.”

“thank you!” he gave you another kiss and went for his bag, “i bought you the toys you need for it.”

“you did?” you were handed a large box. you unwrapped the box and giggled at its contents. a bright pink dildo measuring around six and a half inches, as well as a harness and some lube, were inside.

“my favorite color,” you hummed, smiling at your husband, “okay. meet me in the bedroom in ten. i have to get ready, making sure you’re presentable for me, baby boy.”

iida’s cock twitched at the term of endearment but he simply responded with a nod and made a beeline for your shared bedroom. inside, he stripped down and pumped his cock a few times, watching all eight inches harden before his very eyes. the thought of being dominated by you excited iida greatly.

“ready, handsome?”

your voice echoed from behind the door, iida sat on the bed and waited for you to come inside. he watched with bated breath, as you walked inside. a fluffy red robe draped itself over your body, you removed it sensually to reveal your naked form and proud faux cock.

“your cock is beautiful, angel,” iida complimented you.

“is it? why don’t you give it a good suck, baby boy?” you offered, positioning your cock near your husband’s cock. iida replied with opening his cock and taking your cock in his mouth, giving it a sloppy blowjob.

“what a pretty boy you are,” you giggled, brushing some hair out of iida’s hair while he sucked your cock, “you suck cock like a whore but you’re my whore, aren’t you?”

tears pricked his eyes, as iida attempted to deep-throat your cock, nodding in response at your dirty talk. he popped off your cock and moaned, cum spilling out the head of his cock and onto his chest.

“aw, you came from giving mommy head, huh?” iida moaned more at the sound of you calling yourself mommy, “you wanna please mommy some more? let mommy fuck your tight little asshole.”

“mommy! yes please, mommy!” iida whined childishly, hiking his ass up in the air for you to see. you smiled at the sight and gave his cheeks a playful smack, earning a groan from your husband.

“it’s gonna be cold,” you warned iida before applying some lube to his asshole and fingering him to loose his hole up. iida winced at the sensation and his cock twitched, on the verge of climaxing once more.

“ready, baby boy?” you asked, lining your cock to his entrance.

“yes, mommy.”

you slowly slid your cock inside iida’s asshole and bottomed out with a sigh of relief, looking at your husband for any sign of discomfort, only to find his face contorted in immense pleasure. you began thrusting, pelvis hitting your husband’s backside.

“oh my god, oh my god–” iida was drowning in the pleasure. he never knew getting fucked in the ass could feel so good. he should had suggested pegging sooner! his pleasure skyrocketed, however, when he found you wrapping your hand around his cock and jerking him off. 

“(y/n)!” iida cried out, spilling his load onto the blue bedsheets. you continued to stroke his cock, watching your husband bawl like a baby from the overstimulation. combine that with you repeatedly hitting his prostate gland and iida was seeing stars.

“oh my god..” he murmured, as you pulled out of his asshole and leaving it agaping. you kissed his forehead and smiled at him, “how was that, my dear? did you enjoy yourself?”

“i did,” he replied softly, “you were amazing.”

“thank you,” you answered with a chuckle.

“we should do this more often.” 

[lubdubsworld]

Insatiable  ( Jungkook x Oc ) Chapter 9

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC!   Age difference!!!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3   Chapter 4 Chapter 5   Chapter 6  Chapter 7

Chapter 8 

Chapter 9

“Fuck yeah....” Jungkook’s grip on my thighs tightened, tugging me closer as he slid into me, deeper and i spluttered a bit, spitting water all over him. 

“This is a bad idea. “ i choked, blinking the water out of my eyes as the shower overhead kept pouring a whole deluge on top of us and Jungkook frowned, glancing at me in annoyance. 

“I’m going to  gag you the next time we have sex.” He grunted, pressing me into the tiled wall of the bathroom and I winced when he pulled out fully and rammed back in, clearly pissed. 

I pouted.

“I’m not good with water. “ I whined, eyes still closed because the water, Christ. It dripped into my eyes and all over my body and i couldn’t even enjoy being fucked right now because I was mortally afraid that Jungkook’s hands were going to slip, he was going to drop me on my butt and i was going to break my tailbone.

Jungkook groaned, more frustration than pleasure and gripped my ass harder, holding me up at a better angle and fucking right back into me, slide made easier both from his cum from earlier and the water. 

“Sera, sweetheart...if you could just shut up for a couple of mutes, I’ll be done. And then i swear I will never try to seduce you in the shower again. Ever.” He begged. 

 “  Why can’t you wait till i finish showering? We literally had sex ten minutes ago, why are you so thirsty? ” I glared at him. Or tried to . But I couldn’t .

Because water. 

‘Okay that’s it,” He pulled out, and I hated that sudden emptiness and this was probably going to be a problem, me being used to having him inside me all the time.

He grabbed the back of my knees, prompting me to get down. But my muscles were still a bit too weary he was dripping wet so I slid down a little, panicking. 

 I gripped his shoulders hard, and he laughed, shaking his head at the look on my face. 

“ I won’t drop you, little one. Stop looking petrified.” He chuckled, before carefully unwrapping my thighs from around his waist and lowering me to the floor. 

“You alright?” He brushed the wet hair off my face and I nodded.

“Can we at least kiss in the shower?” 

I laughed. 

“You can kiss me anywhere you want.” i reached out to press my lips against his and pulled back to smile at him, tilting my head as he ran his fingers down my neck, fingers fluttering against my pulse gently. 

“And can I drink from you?” He asked softly and i froze.

The words made me pause. 

“Jungkook...” I whispered, staring at my feet.

 I couldn’t believe he wanted to. 

He knew my secret. Knew that nothing good would come from feeding from me. That my blood in his veins would do nothing but take away his will, and the scent and taste of it all was just a facade. 

That everything about me was a lie. The innocence, the beauty , the delicate build...all a distraction from what I truly was : a dangerous, manipulative being. Someone capable of doing a lot of damage. 

“Please. When I start courting you, I want to be able to feed from you,  angel... It’s how we vampires build our bond. ...”He said gently. 

I laughed without really feeling it. 

“I would never say no to you. You know that....but... you... you know .” I couldn’t finish. 

“What do I know?” He asked gently, running his thumb across my lip. 

“ you know what my blood does to vampires. You know that I can use it against you.”

“But I also know that you  won’t.”  He said simply and I looked up at him.

“I trust you. “ He said simply.  i swallowed.

“Besides, most women would be glad that their husbands are terrified of them.” He chuckled. 

I knew he was joking but I still felt tears sting. 

I couldn’t bear the thought of Jungkook being afraid of me. 

“I won’t ever do it you know. “ I choked out. “ Take away your consent... I’ve never done it on anyone who didn’t deserve it...even with those boys in college , I was just scared that they would attack me again... That they would bite me again and i was bleeding out and I felt so cold...and i was so scared so I just did the first thing I could think of... I never meant to hurt them... I was just so scared and...” I sobbed out and his arms came around me , pulling me into a hug and I felt the tears spill over, soaking his chest as i clung to him.

“Baby...no...please don’t cry...it’s alright.. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have joked about that...I’m sorry Sera....”

“I’m not a monster. “ I whispered. “ Please don’t be scared of me Gukkie... I’d never hurt you or Joowon.... I’m not a monster.. I don’t want to be. I just.. I just wanted to be normal. It’s not my fault I’m the way i am.... ” 

Jungkook pulled back to cup my face between his hands, I bit my lips, another sob building up when I saw how wet his lashes were. 

“Baby look at me...” He smiled, a watery smile , “ I would never think that. I have never for a second considered you as a threat to me or my son.... you’re...”He shook his head, “ Darling, You’re not normal. You’re perfect.” 

“Now you’re just mocking me.” I muttered, looking away. But he made a noise of protest. 

“I’m not joking. You are easily the most generous  person I’ve ever met, Sera... You give so freely of yourself to everyone, whether they are deserving of it or not... You play with the babies , you take Joo Won out on walks and play ball with him, you do things for me even when I push you away and....God,  do you not know how amazing and kind and generous you are???!! “ He kissed me on the lips, hard , before pulling back. 

I stared at him, laughing a little but he wasn’t done.

“ I’ve never seen anyone as selfless as you. . Just the fact that you’ve given me the privilege to be here, hold you like this, tells me how kind and forgiving you are... You gave a bastard like me a chance, even though I did nothing but hurt you, over and over again.... You’re beautiful , So beautiful, my angel..In fact I was going to wait at least till we were out of the shower, but to hell with it.”

I blinked , surprised , when he grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist before rushing out . I grabbed my own robe, surprised, tying it together before following him out to the bedroom. 

He was fumbling in his closet and I felt my heart drop when I saw the small red box. He opened it easily pulling out a glittering necklace with a pendant and a small vial hanging off it. 

“Is that....?” I couldn’t even say it. 

“My birthstone.  It’s a sapphire. “ He smiled. “ And this vial has my blood. You put this on and anyone who comes near you will know that you’re being courted. By me. “ 

“You ... really? You mean this? You really want this?” I asked , nervous and jittery. 

He hesitated, coming closer and gently pulling my hand up . 

Jungkook placed the necklace on my hand, gently curling my fingers closed.

“Whether you put it on, or not. it’s yours. There’s no one else in this world, I would ever want to give this to.” He smiled softly. 

“How dare you!” I bawled. “ I can’t even take a picture because we’re dressed like this!!” 

He laughed. 

“So, i hope that’s a yes?” 

“Yes, you infuriatingly beautiful, beautifully infuriating bastard....! Put it on me!” 

Still laughing , he plucked the necklace off my hand and moved behind me. I smiled as he locked it in place behind my neck, pressing a small kiss to my skin. 

“Thank you. For giving me the privilege to love you.” He breathed against my skin, wrapping me in a warm hug and i closed my eyes. 

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook. You’re never getting rid of me now.” I grinned so wide my cheeks hurt. 

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“So...I was thinking... .” I began carefully glancing at Jungkook  who stood leaning against the bed post, fiddling with his phone while I ran a brush through my hair  before tying it up into a messy ponytail. He was already  dressed in jeans and a muscle t and I was ogling his nipples through the mirror. Last night, he’d finally let me bite them. 

“Yes, princess?” He smiled indulgently, looking up and running his eyes up and down my body as usual. I loved that. Being with Jungkook had taught me a lot of things about myself. Things I never knew I could enjoy. 

Like dressing up and being looked at . I’d spent a long time hiding in the shadows, wary of who I was, of letting someone see me for what I was. Feeling beautiful was a distant dream because I just didn’t want to be someone dangerous. Didn’t want anyone to look at me and see a monster. 

But standing here, in the comfort of my own room, dressed in a strapless yellow blouse and a flowy white skirt, with his eyes on me, I felt absolutely beautiful. I fixed the necklace around my neck so it shone bright . 

“ its Saturday. Not a lot of kids at the day care center so I don’t have to be there at all... Would the five hundred year old vampire be willing to spend a day indulging the twenty one year old human’s love for cotton candy and tandem bike rides by the river?” 

Jungkook laughed. 

“That’s something Joo Won would come up with. Are the two of you trying to play me again?”

Thwarted, I gave him a pout.

“It’s a beautiful day Jungkook!! Jo o Won loves the river... i took him there with Somi when you you were holed up with my father for two weeks and he had such a good time!! “

“You know...if you’re going to be the parental figure in his life, you need to learn to better resist his puppy dog eyes.” Jungkook said drily. “ Besides, I was hoping it could just be the two of us today. Celebrate  our courtship? “

I frowned. 

“I’m not leaving Joo Won alone... He’ll be bored.” I said firmly.

“Alright...how about you ask him yourself and let him decide?” He suggested with a smile. 

I hesitated , suspicious. 

Alright.

i followed Jungkook downstairs to the huge foyer and  then past the guards to the dining room for breakfast. 

To my surprise, Joo Won sat at the table with my father, both of them dressed in identical outfits. White t shirts, white pants and shoes , digging into toast and eggs. 

“Sera !! Sera!! Grandpa Hwang is taking me fishing!!!” Joo Won seemed to be vibrating out of his skin in excitement and i glanced at Jungkook in shock.

“you planned this.” I protested.

He shrugged.

“It was actually I who suggested it. i intend to get  to know my grandson better.” My father said with a bright smile and I felt the tears sting again as he looked at me, eyes warm and happy. 

“Oh, dad...” I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tight. 

“You’re glowing my dearest. And what do I smell?” He pulled back, eyes landing on the necklace. “ Ah. Finally plucked up the courage, have you my boy?” 

He gave Jungkook a wink and a grin. 

Jungkook bowed respectfully, smiling. 

“Excellent. Once all this distressing stuff with Tae Kwan is over, we will celebrate your betrothal in a grand manner. For now, let me take my handsome fishing partner and get out of your hair, with the promise to bring you a delicious catch for dinner tonight. Perhaps together? As a family?” My father smiled wide, eyes trained on Jungkook and he went red.

“Yes, sir.”

My father harrumphed.

“That’s not what you’re supposed to be calling me...”

I laughed as Jungkook went redder.

“Sorry.. I.. yes father. We will join you for dinner. “ He smiled a genuine smile and my father beamed at him. 

“Excellent....now sit down and let’s eat.” 

We sat next to my father and I remembered the first time my father had invited Jungkook to sit for breakfast with us. 

“Honey, would you like a drink?” i teased, fluttering my fingers against my neck and Jungkook flushed. My father guffawed heartily, highly amused. 

“Ahh yes... that was the morning i realized my daughter was a complete fool for you, Jungkook ah. “ He chuckled. 

“She told me about herself, father.” Jungkook said softly and my father looked surprised. He gave me a smile .

“It is good be honest with each other. I’m glad she did.” He said softly. “You may be overwhelmed by it, Jungkook ah. We have never seen anything like her. I haven’t encouraged her to pursue it because I’m not sure how it would affect her. Her blood is magic....but she herself isn’t. I don’t want her abilities robbing her of her life, especially because we don’t know the true extent of them.” 

I bit my lips.

‘I won’t use them .” I said softly . 

“You shouldn’t. They take a toll on your mind and I don’t ever want to see you in that condition again.” My father said firmly. 

Jungkook gave me a curious glance but I shook my head. 

“Please don’t worry about me father . I have Jungkook now. He’s going to keep me safe. Even though you no longer have to pay him for it.” I laughed. 

My father chuckled. 

We finished breakfast, with Jungkook and my father talking about business while Joo Won told me all the fishes he could name and how their feeding habit varied. He had a great love for books and his birthday was coming up in a few weeks. I had already bulk ordered a bunch of his favorite authors for him. 

When we were finally done, we walked out to the driveway where two cars stood, one to take me and Jungkook out for the day and a golf cart for my father to drive Joo Won down to the lake. 

“We’ll be home for dinner then.” Jungkook gave my father a hug and my father looked positively ecstatic at the gesture. I knew he had always loved him deeply and as Jungkook moved away to tie Joo Won’s shoe laces, I could help but snuggle up to his side. 

“you knew.” I said gently.

My father hummed, ruffling my hair affectionately. 

“Knew what , my dearest?” 

“That I would fall in love with him. You knew and that’s why you brought her here. You love him deeply and you wanted him by your side. To keep him and Joo Won safe.” 

My father smiled.

“you are perceptive. Yes... I have always regarded Jungkook as my son. i wanted him here where I could protect him. And that’s why i brought him here. And i hoped that you would both grow fond of each other....  But it wasn’t because i knew you would fall in love with him.” 

“Really?”

“Yes. It was because I knew  he  would fall in love with  you.” 

I turned to look up at him and he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. 

“ I told you dearest. i will never settle for anything but your complete happiness. And I think that is with Jungkook.” His eyes shifted away and I followed his gaze to where Jungkook was kneeling in front of his son, nuzzling his hair and hugging him tight. 

“They are your family now and I am at peace.” He said softly. 

Jungkook and Joo Won straightened and moved towards us, identical grins on their faces.

“He’s all ready .” Jungkook said softly. 

“Excellent. Come then young master Jeon...let’s go see what treasures the water fairy will bring us today....” My father took Joo Won’s hand and Joo Won’s eyes went wide. Giving me one last kiss on my cheek, my father led him away. 

“The water fairy?”

“Why yes, haven’t you heard of her? come... I’ll tell you all about it.” 

I watched the pair of them walk up to the golf cart on the driveway. 

I turned back to Jungkook smiling and holding my hand out.

“Looks like You get to have me all to yourself today, Jungk-”

The gunshot rang out behind me, right as my fingers brushed Jungkook’s. 

Terror as I’d never known flooded my veins as i froze, eyes trained on Jungkook who was already moving. My fingers shook, breath ripped right out of my lung, blood turning to ice in my veins as I turned around. 

The first thing that caught my eye was the commotion across the lawn, guards subduing a man into the ground, a shot gun lying by his side. 

And as my eyes finally saw the golf cart, I saw my father, slumped over the wheel, soaked in scarlet. 

The scream that got torn out of me was feral.

 My throat in agony as I raced to the vehicle. Joo won was on the floor, between my fathers legs and I realized that he had pushed the child down, covering him with his body right before the gunshot had rang out. 

Jungkook pulled his son into his arms but I could only crawl over to my father, gripping his face as he gurgled, blood flowing out of him in a torrent. 

“Daddy!” i whimpered... “ Oh God..no... Please...” I pressed my wrist to his mouth, but he was too weak to move, the shot gun bullet at such close quarters having left too much damage to his body. i saw the carnage, the blood and the mess and I sobbed in disbelief. 

“We need to get him to the clinic...!!” Jungkook’s arms came around me , pulling me away as men crowded my father, lifting him off the seat and onto a stretcher.  

“Se....ra...” My father’s broken voice made my knees buckle and I shoved Jungkook away, rushing to his side as they wheeled him to the nearest car.

“Daddy..I’m here... I’m right here... I’m going to fix this....we’re going to fix this...you’re going to be okay... Hang on... “ i begged and he chuckled weakly another spurt of blood dribbling down his lips.

“Wanted...to walk you...down ...”He closed his eyes, “the aisle...” 

‘I sobbed out in agony, the pain so heavy and all consuming that i felt like i was being torn to shreds on the inside. 

“You are...You are going to daddy...You’re the only one who can...the only one I have... Oh please God...no...” 

“I love you...”Take care of her, Jungkook-ah...”  He said firmly, eyes blazing red as he stared over me and i realized that Jungkook had followed me, was holding me up as he watched my father die. I saw him reach out and grip my father’s hand squeezing tight. 

“They’ll be fine father. All of them. Rest easy...” Jungkook whispered and I felt my heart crack clean in two. 

 I saw my father’s  eyes grow dimmer and felt hope leave my body leaving ice cold grief in its place. . No.. No...

“Dad...” I stopped crying, shock taking over me as i instinctively realized what was happening. 

He was dying. 

My father was dying. 

His hands went up, touching my face gently. 

“My favorite... “ He smiled weakly  and  I watched the light leave his eye forever. He slumped, softly, his hands falling away and I sagged. Jungkook caught me to his body. 

“I’m so sorry angel.” i could feel the damp of his tears as he cried into my neck. 

 I felt the cold in my heart as the bond between my father an I  pulsed and burned , really bright for one split second before fading abruptly, leaving icy cold behind. 

Screams rang out from all around me, from the windows over head and from across the estate. Somewhere I heard my sister’s roar of rage .

 Somi’s screams followed by Jimin’s sobs. 

Everyone had felt it.

Everyone in the clan had felt the death of the Hwang clan’s leader, shot dead on his own lawn by some traitor who had managed to break his way in 

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[mypoisonedvine]

Spoiled | Bruce Banner x reader

(semi-sequel to my fic sugar, but you don’t need to read that to understand this!)

summary: it’s the first time you’ve had your boyfriend all to yourself for Christmas, and he makes sure it’s a holiday you’ll never forget.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut!!, infidelity (bruce is married, guys), wedding ring kink, damage to a very expensive dress (lol), daddy kink, sugar daddy relationship

Normally, Christmas is reserved for the wife, as it ought to be.  But this year, Bruce had surprised you with a promise: you could finally spend Christmas day with your boyfriend.  You weren’t sure exactly how he got out of spending the holiday with his wife, but he’d picked you up a few days before and driven you to a gorgeous secluded cabin somewhere upstate.  Obviously you assumed it was a rental, so the fact that he’d bought it along with the four acres it laid on was a bit of a shock.  Still, you were beyond giddy to have a few days alone with him, cuddling up in the big warm bed and admiring the snow-laden forest just outside the windows.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured against your skin as you just started to wake up— and yes, you remembered that it was Christmas day.  Any day spent waking up in his arms was a good one, Christmas or not.

“Merry Christmas,” you greeted in return as you spun around to kiss him, wrapping your legs around his waist.  

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, pretty girl,” he chuckled as he slid your legs off of him, “don’t you wanna get up and open your presents?”

You rolled your eyes because of course he had to get you something, even when you told him not to.  "I don't need any presents, Bruce, just having you here today is enough."

"Couldn't help myself.  You're so easy to shop for, you look good in everything.  Besides, I like dressing you up almost as much as I like undressing you."

“So it’s something to wear?” you deduced.  

“Just get up and get ready, okay?”

You nodded and slipped out from under the quilt, dashing to the bathroom to splash your face, brush your teeth, and maybe throw on a little makeup so you wouldn’t look like you’d just woken up when you had, in fact, just woken up.

Slipping on a red plaid robe, you returned to the living room and found Bruce lounging beside the tree in his fuzzy house pants, distractingly shirtless.  As much as you were compelled to kneel down and bury your fingers in that black curly hair that deliciously blanketed his chest, your attention was redirected to the long, flat box in his hands.

“Open it,” he encouraged as he handed it to you, circling around to stand behind you and stroke your arms as you gently tore the paper open.  It was just a white cardboard box underneath, lacking in any labels so you had to pop the top off to see the garment inside.  "You like Balmain, right?" he asked softly with a smile.

It was gorgeous; silk, it felt like, in a deep forest green that was almost festive in a way.  "Bruce this is…" you trailed off, dropping the box and holding the dress at the shoulders, letting the fabric unfurl and spill down until you could see the whole dress.  "This is too nice.  I can't let you spend this much on me."

"Oh, it wasn't that expensive," he lied, "now go try it on."

You started to protest, but he cut you off with a kiss, resting his hand on the back of your neck and pulling you closer.  You melted into his arms instantly, completely forgetting where you were and what you’d been talking about as your eyes fluttered shut and your lips slotted against his.  When he pulled back, you were barely aware of what he was talking about when he whispered: “go try it on.”

“The dress!” you remembered.  “I’ll be right back.”

You didn’t really need to leave the room to get dressed, he’d seen you naked plenty of times, but you figured it would make the grand reveal that much more exciting.  Just putting it on made your skin all tingly, the soft fabric making you shiver as it brushed against you so delicately.  The mirror wasn’t super helpful, too small to see how you looked past your shoulders, so you decided that you’d have to trust that you looked as good as you felt.

Seeing your heels just a few feet away, you dashed to grab them; they would perfectly complete the look, because it would be kind of odd to wear Balmain while barefoot.  Sure, they were a bit uncomfortable, but it was worth it to see him turn around to the sound of your clicking heels, his jaw nearly hitting the floor as he watched you step closer.  “What do you think?” you asked shyly.

He got up and approached you, his expression heavy with desire and making you shiver.  He knelt down before you, looking up at you with dark eyes as he slowly— excruciatingly slowly— pushed up the skirt of your dress, his thick, rough fingers tickling your thighs.

You just had a thong underneath, lacy and delicate, meaning you felt it all too well when he licked you through the fabric.

"Ffffuck," you sighed, "Bruce, baby…"

"Y'like that, pretty girl?"

You nodded breathlessly, trying not to let your knees buckle when he did it again, reaching down to dig your fingers into his hair.  "Don't stop, daddy, please."

He did stop, but only for a moment so he could gently hook a finger under the fabric and pull your panties aside, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of your mound.  Finally, his lips latched onto your swollen clit, and you moaned lowly.

You were normally pretty good at standing in heels, but this posed a new challenge.

When he found a pattern of sucking your clit, fucking you with his tongue, and doing this positively obscene thing with his teeth that you couldn't describe but made your knees weak, you were soon barreling towards the point of no return.  "Bruce, fuck, I'm close— gonna come, please let me come…"

He only nodded, not stopping his work for even a moment, and you clutched his curls tightly as your hips rocked against his face.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy," you chanted breathlessly as the coil finally snapped, a new gush of warmth spreading between your legs as you quivered above him.  Your vision went black for just a second, head thrown back into a silent moan as you held your breath until all your noises broke forth all at once, somewhere between a scream and a sob and a sigh. 

"Fuck, such a good girl for me," he purred, giving your sore clit one last luck before he instructed: "get on the bed," encouraging you with a little shove back towards it.

You spun to face away from him and get on your hands and knees atop the plushy mattress.  Your face heated up as you heard him laugh.  "I meant on your back, princess.  God, you're a slut."

Embarrassed but aware that his words were more a compliment than anything else, you rolled onto your back and spread your legs as he climbed on top of you and slotted his body between them, shedding himself of his pajama pants until his thick cock bounced back up to slap against his stomach.  You bit down on your lip, wishing he'd given you a chance to put that cock in your mouth (because it looked fucking delicious) but losing that train of thought as he ran his hands all over your body through the silky fabric of his gift to you.

Suddenly, with a deep growl, he grabbed the dress at the neckline and ripped it open right down the front.  "Bruce!" you yelped in protest; your heart broke for the expensive dress destroyed, but your thighs clenched together at the sight of him tearing through it like paper.

"I'll buy you a new one," he sighed flippantly before diving in to roughly grope your breasts, littering your chest with kisses and stopping to teasingly suck your nipples along the way.

"Daddy," you whimpered, "please fuck me."

"Not gonna make you wait much longer, babygirl," he promised, "just tell me you love me."

It made your chest tighten and your cheeks warm, but you were happy to oblige.  "I love you," you whispered.

"Once more, with feeling," he requested.

"I love you," you said again, a little louder.

He grinned, hovering over you as he pushed his cock down to slip inside you.  You gasped and clutched the sheets beneath you as he moved deeper, his lips catching yours in a slow kiss.  "I love you too," he replied gently before he began to fuck you in a way that was… anything but gentle.

"Fuck," you sobbed, wanting more than anything to arch your back and throw your head into the pillow, but you couldn't with your lip caught between his teeth.

You'd adjusted to his cock quite a bit since the first time you hooked up with him nearly two years ago, and yet it still felt like he was stretching you impossibly wide as he fucked you hard and deep.  You figured at this point that you would never become fully accustomed to his size; you sort of hoped you wouldn't, because you liked the edge of pain that danced up your spine each time he entered you.  When he hooked your leg in his arms, lifting it to rest his shoulder, he pushed even deeper and you whined beneath his heavy weight.

"So deep," you whispered.

"I know, baby," he whispered back.  "You feel so fucking good, princess…"

It was impossible to keep track of the flow of time at that point, so it couldn’t been minutes or hours that he spent inside you, taking you apart perfectly piece-by-piece.  You couldn’t keep track of how many times you came, either, aware only of an overload of sensations coming at your body from every angle.

He kissed you as he reached his own peak, mumbling your name somewhere between the movements of his lips against yours until you felt like you were floating just from the way he said it.  You stayed that way for longer than you expected while he caught his breath, before he rolled off of you and you both sighed as you stared up at the ceiling.

"Fuck," he groaned, "that was… intense."

"That's rich coming from you, considering I'm the one that just got my cervix pummeled."

"I wasn't too hard on you, was I?"

"God no, it was amazing," you laughed, "but still… damn."

"I don't know about you but I worked up quite an appetite," he grinned.  "I'm gonna get up and make blueberry pancakes, you want some?"

"Do you even need to ask?" you smirked, and he leaned in to give you a quick peck on the lips before he slipped on his pants again and dashed off to the kitchen.

As far as Christmas mornings go, you weren't sure it could get much better than an expensive gift, getting dicked down like it was the end of the world, and blueberry pancakes.  

[jjmichie]

“Stone Savors the Moment”

Disclaimer:  this is Fan Fiction, not true, just my imagination. The story takes place in the early days of PJ, on their first European tour.  it should be a time of great excitement, but Stone is finds that ghosts are still lingering and some memories die hard. 

******

Stone stepped out onto the gently sloping balcony and breathed in the night air.  The deliciously familiar scent of weed was rising from somewhere below him, coupled with the smell of something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.  Dutch food of some sort?  Or perhaps it was the musty quaintness of the room he had just stepped out from.  Or something on the cobblestone sidewalks below, or something unseen beneath the black water in the canal. 

Maybe it was just the smell of Amsterdam itself.  

It was February, and all he was wearing was the terry cloth robe from the motel room.  His long hair was still wet, having soaked himself in a hot shower immediately upon the band’s arrival.  He shivered as he watched a bicyclist wobble by, treading carefully on the undulating cobblestone. 

“This is AWESOME!”  Dave stepped out onto the balcony next to him, flicking a cigarette, wearing the other terry cloth robe from the room.  His weight created an ominous creak of protest from the balcony.

“Shit!” Stone lunged back toward the interior.  “I don’t think this thing can hold us!”  

Dave immediately followed, grabbing Stone’s elbow to steady himself, both of them widening their eyes at each other.  

“Ha!  Well, that would have sucked . . .” Dave laughed.  

Stone didn’t laugh.  The vision of the two of them crashing to the cobblestone was still looping through his mind.  He felt it all, the sensation of falling, the cold hardness rising up to confront him,  the black water engulfing them, freezing them.  He was helpless to stop it.  The vision was now playing over and over.  He moved further into the arms of the room.  

“Yeah, that would be our luck, wouldn’t it,“ he tried to joke.  

“Hey . . . don’t worry,” Dave pointed out, as Stone continued to back away, all the way to the opposing wall.  “We’re okay.  We’re back inside!”  Dave quickly pulled the balcony door shut.    

“I know . . . “ Stone let himself sink onto one of the twin lumpy beds that adorned the room, hoping Dave wouldn’t notice he was shaking.    

“Forget it!  Here, have some of this stroopwafel!  It’s amazing.”  Dave came closer to the bed, and that was when Stone noticed Dave’s bed was piled high with boxes and bags and plates overflowing with steaming dripping totally unrecognizable food items, shining in the glow of an impossibly ornate light fixture above them. 

“Oh wow, so that’s what I was smelling!  Where did this come from?” 

Instead of answering, Dave scooped up a pancake-like glob of sweetness from one of the boxes and pushed it toward Stone’s mouth.  

Stone raised an eyebrow, but gave in and let Dave feed it to him. The caramel blended with the smokey scent of Dave’s fingers as they danced near his lips.  He laughed as Dave stuffed the whole thing in, caramel now running down Stone’s chin.  The vision of the balcony was subsiding.  

“Oh mm ‘od, watch it!” Stone muttered with his mouth full.  “But mmmm, okay, this is fucking good.” 

“I know!  And there’s more.  While YOU were out there daydreaming on the balcony I was downstairs raiding the cafe.  Look -- I got fish, french fries or chips or whatever they call them here.  These weird ball things – I think they’re actually meat.  And cheese, of course.  And beer!  And . . . more cheese.”

Dave looked proud while Stone finished the stroopwafel and surveyed the lavish scene. 

“I don’t even know where to begin!” 

After a failed attempt to nestle themselves on the bed amongst the teetering piles of food, they scooted the other twin bed up against the first, creating a large area to spread out on.  They both sat on the beds, in their robes, ready to indulge.   

“Sparkling wine, too?”  Stone gasped, realizing Dave had totally gone all out.  

“Do you think we should invite the others?”  Dave asked. 

But Stone had already dug in, the vision of the balcony now totally forgotten, forced away into a small corner in his mind while he replaced it with the warm comfort of the spread in front of him.  He picked up one of the strange balls of meat, dipped it into a cup of yellowish sauce next to it, and took a bite.  “Whatever this is, it’s really good too.  The sauce is like, sweet mustard or something. Here, YOU try it.”  

And to pay Dave back for smooshing the stroopwafel into his mouth, Stone pushed the remains of the meatball against Dave’s lips.  

“Mmmph!” Dave cried as it crumbled into pieces, only a small portion of it actually making it to the intended destination.   

But the mustard sauce was still on Stone’s finger.  

“Wait, this goes with it!” and he held his finger out towards Dave. 

Dave leaned forward, and took Stone’s long finger into his mouth, getting a taste of the mustard accompaniment.  Stone felt the warmth of Dave’s breath, and then his tongue along the bottom of his finger.  He sucked the length of it gently, moving down, getting all the mustard, but then suddenly stopped.  He glanced up at Stone, and abruptly pulled his mouth off, making a slight popping sound.  

They were both quiet.  They hadn’t been touring together for very long. This was their first trip sharing a room.  They still barely knew each other.  

“Umm,” Stone cleared his throat, then laughed abruptly.  “So, it’s good, right!” 

“Definitely . . .”  Dave finished off the meatball.  

The room suddenly felt very quiet.  

“I wish we could stay here longer . . .”  / “I wonder what Madrid is going to be like!”  They both began talking in unison.  

“Ha ha, okay, you first,”  Stone giggled, picking up another piece of cod.  

“Yeah, I was just going to say, Amsterdam is great.  I wish we could stay here longer.” 

“Oh I know . . . just as long as Eddie doesn’t get lost again!  I didn’t think he was going to make it back in time.” 

“He just wanted a joy ride with that girl. You know it.  And she was cute.”  

“Wine?” Stone popped open the sparkling wine and took a swig.  He handed it to Dave, who did the same.  They began breaking the various cheeses into bite-sized segments.  They continued to gorge on the cod, and the meatballs and mustard sauce.  They even discovered strips of herring buried under the chips that Dave had almost forgotten about. Finally, they both sat back to rest.   

“That was fucking perfect,” Dave said. 

“Absolutely,” Stone agreed. 

They were quiet again for a few moments, but this time the room felt warm and comfortable.  

“So are you afraid of heights?”  Dave asked.  

“No,” Stone blinked at him.  “Why?”  

“The way you reacted to the balcony.  I just figured . . .” Dave shrugged.  

“No . . .” Shit.  The vision again. “It wasn’t the height that upset me. It’s just . . . “ Stone leaned back against the wall, which was covered in a velvet fleur-de-lis wallpaper.  “It’s just that this is all going . . . really well.  Look at this room.  This food.  I mean, we’re actually . . . touring Europe.”  Stone squinted and gazed toward the balcony door again.  But he was looking beyond it.  He was looking somewhere way beyond the room.  

“Hell yeah. It’s great!”  

“But don’t you ever feel like . . .” Stone stopped himself.  He shut his eyes and made himself laugh.  “Nothing.  Nevermind.”  

“No, what?” 

Stone opened his eyes.  Dave was leaning in toward him, and he suddenly looked impossibly innocent.  How was it that Dave could have so much exuberance?  So much faith in the tour, in the future, in their continued success?  Stone remembered that feeling.  He used to have it too.  But now . . . 

“I don’t know . . . maybe I feel like it’s going TOO well.  Everything is so great with Eddie.  Everyone is loving him.  He’s getting better and better with every show.  I guess I’m just afraid . . .”  

Again he couldn’t finish the thought. Couldn’t say it out loud.  Almost as if saying it would somehow unleash it, unleash the very horror that lurked in the back of his mind that he was trying to quell, that he himself would actually conjure it and cause it and history would repeat – 

“I know!  He’s totally great,” Dave cut in.  “We’re all doing great – the whole band is getting better with every show. What are you afraid of?”  

Oh man. How could he even begin to answer that?  “It’s just . . . with everything going this good . . . I can’t shake the feeling that something horrible is going to happen.”  

There.  He said it.  

And for a few seconds time seemed to stop.  

But then he heard the bell of a bicycle from outside the window, and a fresh breeze brought in another waft of sweet smoke from down below.  The ornate light fixture still shone and the velvet wallpaper was still soft against his back.  Dave was still sitting across from him, his dark eyes full of concern.  

“I feel like something is going to ruin it all.” Stone began fidgeting. “It wakes me up at night.  And even onstage I get these moments of . . .”  the word “terror” felt too melodramatic to say out loud, so he let a pause speak for him. “Of course, it doesn’t help that Eddie throws himself off balconies and risks his LIFE every night.”  

Dave laughed and nodded in agreement.     

“I mean, I know why it’s happening.  Of course I understand why I get this feeling.” Stone slid down so that he was lying on the bed.  He began tracing the fleur-de-lis pattern with his finger.  He was suddenly talking more to himself than to Dave.  “I mean, it’s obvious . . . I’m sure it’s just . . . because of what happened last time.  With Andy.”  

“Who’s Andy?” Dave asked.  And then he yawned.  

Stone sat up abruptly and stared at him.  Who’s Andy?  Had he heard that right?  

“Oh!” Dave slapped his forehead.  “Duh. I’m sorry. Your last singer, of course.  I knew that.  I totally knew that.  And I know . . . what happened.  I just didn’t connect the name . . . fuck, I’m sorry.”  

“No, it’s okay.  Wow.  I just . . . have never heard anyone say that.”  To his amazement, Stone suddenly found himself laughing.  “It’s actually . . . refreshing.” 

He lay back down, smiling at Dave, and reached out a hand.  Dave grabbed it.  Both of them looked up at the room around them, at the velvet walls and elegant lights.  As they rested together, they commented on the sounds of the bikes on the cobblestone and the boats in the canal. They giggled at the smell of the smoke that twirled its way into the room, and tried to breathe it in deeply.  They scraped the last crumbs from the boxes and bags and plates, and polished off the last of the sparkling wine.  They wondered aloud what Madrid and Milan and Manchester were going to be like.  Would the food there be as good as this? 

And as they lay there, Stone carefully engraved a picture of the moment into his mind, complete with the sounds and the smells and the smile of his new friend on the bed with him.  Who’s Andy. He couldn’t get the startling phrase out of his head.  And he couldn’t believe it had made him laugh. 

Maybe it was time to let it go.  

Maybe it was time to stop worrying.  Even if the balcony did collapse onto the cobblestone, even if the icy water did engulf him, even if none of this ended up working out, he would still have right now.  This moment.  This night.  With Dave.  With everything fucking perfect.  

Maybe this moment was all that mattered.

******

[colossal-fallout]

Why do I think about seducing pastor! Erwin in a church AJDJABDSJD my brain really be doing this to me all day long 😭

Girl, you're in for a treat...

Sin 🔥

Fem!body reader X Erwin Smith

Warning: 18+ smut NSFW. Gentle chokes. Oral sex.

Don't read this if you're religious and it'll offend.

Pastor Erwins deep voice rumbles throughout the echoing church hall - the room full of bowed heads and hands pressed together in a quiet prayer.

Yet to you, the only two people in the room were you and Pastor Smith.

The surrounding mutters of hopeful prayers melted away, only his voice the lead of the monotonous quior of the prayer. Your teeth graze your bottom lip, no doubt smudging your deep red lipstick. The colour mirroring your sinful lust as your eyes trail down his chest, his robes pressed neatly against his chest as he continues the prayer, his blue eyes suddenly snapping to yours.

Your heart skips a beat - surely he wasn't smirking at you while the entire room had their head bowed in prayer?

You swallow hard, lips parting and your temperature raising as his orbs ever so painfully tear themselves away from you as the prayer comes to an end; heads returning to there usual position after the "Amen" was uttered around the room.

You wondered if you'd imagined that. After all, you were just a quiet, shy little church girl. Maybe your untouched body was beginning to take control of your sanity? Your hands absentmindedly run down your thighs as you watch him, smiling and bringing the mass to an end.

Maybe he smiled because he noticed you weren't praying?

But how could you? How could you turn your face to your god while these wild, burning desires were smouldering inside of you? The devil truly had his claws in your flesh, trying to drag you into the flames of lust.

And it was working.

You lower your head in shame as the people around you all got their feet, about to leave the church, your daddy placing his hand on your shoulder and guiding you down and out of the lines of pews.

Your stomach drops as you get closer to the exit - pastor Smith wishing his flock well as they left.

You tried to shuffle by unnoticed behind your dad as you go to leave when;

"Ah Mr L/N." His stupid fuckin' sexy smile tears at your libido as he stops your dad for a quick chat. "Thank you for coming, as always"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Pastor." Your dad grins.

"I was wondering, if it were okay with you two, of course; if y/n could stay back and help me with the upcoming church event next week? She helped last year and her work was amazing."

Your dad chuckles, beaming with pride, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Well she ain't no little girl no more. She's twenty-three now. It's up to her what she does with her time. But I'm glad she did a mighty fine job."

"Well, y/n? Would you stay and help me for an hour or two?"

You nod.

This was most certainly a test. One you were intent on failing. Gladly.

---

Twenty minutes later, you were sitting at a table in the side room of the main hall; Erwin had sprawled out plans and blueprints for the upcoming annual church event. Your focus was absolutely destroyed when he leaves for a few minutes and returns - having removed his robes and was wearing a skin tight black, long sleeved shirt that hugged his solid muscles so so tightly. It was tucked into his black trousers and his white collar struggled to stay clasped around his large throat and neck.

Your breathing rate increases and the grip on your pen almost snapped the plastic - it was now or never. You had to have this man, to taint one another under the eyes of God in a beautiful sinful, swirling inferno.

"I must confess..." He sighs as he sits opposite you. "I have an ulterior motive asking you to stay behind."

You arch an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"I've noticed you... Have been a lot more distracted during services. Is there something on your mind?"

There sure is.

You feign ignorance and shake your head with a frown. "No, pastor."

Your eyes widen and heart begins to bray against your chest as leans over and places his large hand around yours.

"Are you sure? Because you know... You can tell me anything."

Do it. Do it. Your brain screams at you. For added courage you imagine your friends behind you cheering you on. Which they absolutely would.

"Well Pastor..." You fake a sigh, getting to your feet and slowly circling around the table towards him. "Something has been bothering me. But I'm not sure if you're the person I should talk to about it."

He subconsciously pushes out his chair to greet you, your beautiful form in your black lacy dress slowly stalking towards him, your hem hitched to flash the top of your suspenders. You did it so well it seemed like a genuine accident as you notice his collar bob in a hard swallow.

You sit yourself on his lap, his hands glueing to your waist - clearly nervous.

"You can tell me anything." He croaks.

You place your lips close to his ear, making sure to breathe hot air into it and across his neck. "...But I'm shy, Pastor. I'm just an innocent, untainted, good little church girl. I couldn't possibly... Tell you."

You notice the grip on your waist tighten, and you're sure you heard the slightest ghost of a groan within him, setting your blaze even more higher.

"Well, y/n." He clears his throat. God how he'd thought about fucking you so many times. Your sweet, innocent smile. That body... Your angelic voice; all just begging to be ruined. "Would it help if we went into the confession booth?"

You let out a sensual moan, moving your ass against him. "What a great idea..."

You feel his hardening cock stir awake under your ass, holding in a groan from its sheer size.

You knew he'd be hung.

You couldn't get to your feet quick enough as you lead him into the main hall towards the confession box. Once you'd reached it, you'd noticed he'd removed his collar and had left it behind on the table.

Once inside, you couldn't contain your excitement as you hear him enter the other booth, his throat clearing once again.

"Forgive me, father for I have sinned..." You begin, glaring at the floor with a bite of your lip.

"Tell me all, my child." He mutters.

"I've been having urges. Unholy urges. My body remains untouched yet I crave the poison of a man."

He goes quiet. So you continue.

"I am on fire for this man. Even now, thinking about him devouring me is making me so... Wet."

"Ah~" he's stuck on his words. "Is it one man in particular?"

"Yes. I yearn for him. He's my pastor... Pastor Erwin."

Your eyes clasp closed. Awaiting the wrath of an angry man of God.

You suddenly press yourself back when the door slams open, your vicar towering over you with an expression so snarled he looked like a total stranger. His chest is. heaving - you noticed he had now undone his top two buttons, his tight black trousers stretching and strained with his huge, solid cock.

He grabs your face, eyes flicking up and down between your eyes and mouth. Your lips part, heart hammering.

"You have lipstick on your teeth." He snarls. "Probably from all that sexy lip biting you've been doing. Here. Allow me..."

He groans as his tongue slides into your mouth, hands planting nonnyour ass as you squeak, your legs wrapping around his waist while he pins you to the back of the confession booth; your hands gladly messing up that perfect hair of his as his mouth hungrily makes its way to your neck.

"y/n. Must you tease me so much." He breathes through kisses that are now on your chest after pulling down the front of your dress. "Every week. I can't hold back and longer..."

"Pastor!" You gasp, using his strength to push you up the wall and hooking your legs over his shoulders, the top of your head brushing against the ceiling of the box. He pushes your laced panties aside with his mouth before enclosing his warm cave around your entirety - your mouth falling open and gasping as his immense strength pins you still with such steady ease.

"Ah~!" You cry out, this man finally taking you better than you could have ever imagined as he eats you like it's his last meal. Tasting, lapping, slurping so deliciously with groans and hums.

"Taste. So. Sweet " He sighs into you, making out with your slit like it were your lips. He then focuses his tongue in your clit, your thighs tightening around his head as you yank his hair, calling out god's name within his own house.

His fingertips dig into your flesh above those sexy suspenders beneath your dress, his pace quickening as your insides curl, this huge beast of a man totally devouring you with such lust it would seem like a crime insert normal circumstances.

"Erwin~!" You cry, your yearning for him throwing you into your orgasm rather quickly.

He groans loudly as your juices splash against him, your thighs squeezing and your hands tugging as his hair as you call his name over and over again.

He lowers you when you descend back to earth.

"Good girl..." He moans in your ear, pulling your dress up and over your head, your knees still quaking.

He stands back and marvels at you, standing in only your knickers and suspenders, his tongue rolling over his lip. You notice the damp patch on his chest from your cum before he scoops you up again, moving you both from inside the booth, the two of you frantically kissing deeply as he moves you to his podium, bending you over so you had a view of the pews below that's usually full of people.

Unbuckling his belt, he frees himself; unleashing the long and deliciously thick beast he calls his cock.

You gasp as he loops his belt around your neck, pulling your head up to him where he snarls into your ear.

"We'll burn in hell together, baby."

He shoves his dick inside you with one long and hard thrust, a silent scream escaping you as your eyes roll and he begins to pound you, a long echoing groan with each thrust, your nails digging into the podium.

He keeps the belt loose, not wanting to hurt you but enough to keep you in line as his massive manhood slams against your cervix over and over again, the podium rocking slightly and clanking against the cold stone floor.

"yes, y/n... You take me so well." He praises, kissing your back lovingly.

You can't reply.

Your senses are over taken with ecstasy and your nose is full of the scent of the leather around your neck, his grunts becoming more urgent as he reaches down and circles your clit; your legs so ready to give way. The wet slopping sound of his balls hitting against you echo around the hall.

You both come undone - he with a loud grunt and you with a scream; your sins beautifully washing away as you swirl the heavens together; amidst your intense orgasms, you were sure you saw god himself and he was giving you full permission to enjoy this moment.

Erwins cum spilled out of you onto the floor, even though he was still pounding into you, your tunnels flooded with his large unloading of seed, the delicious smell of his mess overtaking the leather as he slows to a stop, kissing your back and neck desperately, releasing your neck from his belt.

"y/n..." He breathes.

You turn to face him as he supports you in his strong embrace, your tongues swirling once more.

"Same again next week, Pastor?" You breathe.

He nods. "Yes, my child. ...Same again next week."

[20moonchild21]

𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 [𝗯𝘁𝘀]

⇉ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 2

[Pairing]

Jungkook x female!oc; bunny!Jungkook x Human!oc

[Warnings]

mentions of violence, violence, nightmare, suffering, swearing, angst, traumatized JK, mentions of past and abusive behaviors, ear pulling

[Words]

4.5k

[author]

Here is my second chapter of Sehnsucht! I am so excited what you think of it!

The next chapter will already be out at Wednesday (17 February 2021), because I am stuck in quarantine, which means that I have plenty of time to update.

Also, don’t forget to check out the stories that inspired me to write story of my own. I linked them in my masterlist or in my announcement, or if you are too lazy to go back there, just scroll to the end of this chapter. They all wrote their own Hybrid!BTS au, and all of them are so unique and well-written!

⇉ They are amazing and deserve to be read!

If you have any recommendations, wishes or critics don’t hesitate to write me a message. I won’t bite, promise!

Stay healthy and safe!

Mꨄ

[chapter 1 ||| chapter 3]

“Silence everyone!” The man in the black robe yelled. “ The jury has deliberated. In the name of the people of the United States of America, I announce the following verdict: The accused is guilty of the act of illegal residence without official authorization and/or without being in the company of his rightful owner. The verdict has been pronounced and is immediate. I declare this trial to be ended”

He hit his brown hammer onto the block and immediately the audience in the room began to cheer, while an amount of bright flash lights lighted up the room.

“No.” The girl whispered in shock as the judged spoke his verdict.

Her head shot up, looking up to the middle of the room where a big glass box had been placed. Inside of the giant box sat the bunny Hybrid. His hands were cuffed together with a big metal ring that was connected with a cuff at both of his ankles, so it was almost impossible for him to make one step after another.

Around his neck he carried a large collar, from which the girl knew that it would send a heavy electronic shot through his body if he would try to break out.

He looked like he was some kind of felon, that needed to be locked up for the rest of his life, while everything he wanted was to feel safe and protected.

The girl shot up from her seat. She didn’t even care about the people in the room whispering about her, calling her traitor or other insults. But she couldn’t care less in the moment.

“Jungkook!” She cried as she reached the cage. By now, the tear were running down her cheeks, dropping onto her black robe. “I am so sorry Jungkook. I am so sorry! I – I tried anything.. I – “

“You said you would protect me.” The boy didn’t even bother to lift his head as he spoke. “You said you would keep me safe. You promised. Why did you lie to me?”

“I tried, Jungkook! I tried so hard.” Her knees gave in as she sunk to the ground.

He was right. She promised him that she would do anything to keep him safe with her, and now? Now, they were in the court room with the Hybrid cuffed up and the lawyer crying in front of his cage, completely powerless to the announced verdict.

“Why didn’t you try harder?” The bunny asked again, this time lifting his head to look directly into her eyes.

“I – “ The girl tried to explain herself. She wanted to tell him that she will do anything for him so that he wouldn’t have to go. But it was already too late.

Two tall men were coming up beside the cage. They unlocked the door and stepped inside, directly towards the helpless and cuffed up boy.

“NOOO!” The girl yelled and tried to push herself up from the ground, but she couldn’t. She was held back by two large security men, who were holding her like she weighted nothing. “NOO! Let me go! No! Jungkook!”

The men inside the glass box had uncuffed the boys collar, and were now pulling him up by his left ear. The bunny Hybrid hissed in pain. He tried to struggle and stop the men pulling him with them, but because of his hand and ankle cuffs, he was completely powerless.

“NOO!” The girl was still yelling and kicking around as if she was a maniac.

Cameras were pointing their flash lights directly onto the struggling Hybrid, while the rest of the audience laughing at him, as he was dragged behind the men and out of the courtroom.

“Hope, help me!” He screamed over and over again. “You promised! You promised! Hope!”

Her name was the last word she heard from him, before the big, heavy doors of the courtroom fell shut with a loud thumb, and there was nothing she could do about it now.

“Jungkook! NOO!”

With a loud gasp the girl shot up from her bed she was laying in, breathing so loudly and heavily like she was running out of air. Cold and icy sweat was running down her neck and chest, while her heart seemed to jump out of her ribcage every second.

She turned her head panickily around the room, trying to make out the big glass box, or the judge or the camera flashings, but instead her eyes were met with darkness. It took her another few minutes to finally realize that she neither had never been in any courtroom, nor had she ever been part in a court hearing recently, and especially not as a lawyer.

A dream. It was only a dream.

Like someone took all energy out of her body, she fell back onto the soft matrass of her bed. Her hands and legs were numb and shaking, with the shock still sitting deep in her bones. She closed her eyes and tried to took some deep breaths.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

It took her another 10 minutes, but eventually her heartbeat finally calmed down, while her lungs began to contract less and less forcefully. The girl turned her head to the side.

6.54 a.m. was written onto the small digital clock that was put onto her nightstand. She closed her eyes again. Never in her life had she been so glad to see this numbers, even though she hated to wake up before 8 o’clock. There was absolutely no chance that she could go back to sleep again this morning.

“Fuck.” She whispered ad drove her hands over her face.

She kept lying in bed for another 20 minutes, before she decided to go up. She definitely need a shower right now, or else she would stink like a wet dog, because of all the amount of sweat she had produced during this intensive dream. Only the thought caused a shiver running down her spine.

She grabbed a pair of shorts and a new t-shirt from inside her drawer, before tippy-toeing out of her bedroom, hoping to be quiet enough to no wake up the Hybrid sleeping in one of her guestrooms.

When she was all washed up, and back into her bedroom, she went over to her small dressing table. She sat down and was about to brush her wet hair, when suddenly the noise of something hard breaking rang through the apartment.

She shot up from the small chair she was sitting one. Her first thought was that someone had broken a window and was now trying to sneak into the apartment. But lucky for her, she lived in the 3th. Floor of the living complex, and she was pretty sure that no one climbed up her to break into her apartment.

The only one that could have caused that noise was…the Hybrid sleeping in her guestroom.

She gulped, as her heartbeat increased, pumping the adrenalin through her throbbing veins, once again this morning. She was not scared that he had broken something on purpose, but more that he might had hurt himself.

Quickly and with a beating heart, she made her way over to his bedroom door. As she stood in front of the room, she slightly knocked onto the door. Though she was worried and curious, she should show some respect of his privacy, before entering.

“Jungkook?” She spoke carefully, as the soft knocks haled around the hallway.

She waited a few seconds, hoping he would answer, but the apartment stayed silence. There was no noise or voice at all, just pure silence.

“Jungkook? I am coming in, okay?” She didn’t waited for his answer, the worries about him, lying in there hurt and helpless was stronger this time.

With a quiet squeak, the door was slowly pushed open by the small girl, and as the gap was big enough, Hope carefully sticked her head through the gap between wall and door.

The curtains that she had closed the previous evening, were still blocking most of the sunlight, letting the room stay dark enough to sleep, but bright enough to see anything.

The bed, that she had placed the scared Hybris inside the previous evening, was a mess. The sheets and duvet were pulled back and spread out messily all over the bed, while the pillow was wrinkled and laid on the foot end of the bed.

But there was no sign of the boy. He was gone.

Curiously, she pushed the door more open and took a small step inside the room. Beside the messy bed, everything looked normal. The closet, the table, the painting on the wall, the lamp on the night table…wait no. There was no lamp on the night table anymore.

And then Hope counted one and one together. The clinging sound she herd earlier was the sound of a breaking porcelain lamp, that was now lying on the floor, spread out in hundreds of pieces. He must have accidentally pushed over the lamp.

She breathed out with relief. The lamp had neither been expensive, nor had it some kind of meaning for her, but this didn’t change the fact that she was worried about the Hybrid, that was still nowhere to be seen.

She decided to first clean up the broken pieces, before looking for the boy. The front door was locked overnight, so there was no chance he could have left without her noticing. She turned around to get the dustpan from insider her storage room, when suddenly, something heart breaking caught her eyes.

Behind the pushed open door, hidden in the corner as she had entered the room, sat Jungkook in the same position she had found him the evening before. He had pulled his knees up towards his chest with his arms locked around them tightly. His lips where pressed together, as if he was trying to not make any sound at all, and his ears covering his eyes.

Her hands were trembling with anger. Anger at those people who had traumatized this poor boy so much. She hoped deeply for them that they won’t ever cross her path, or else she won’t give a guarantee for anything.

She took a deep breath, kneeling down with slightly shaking legs.

“Jungkook?” She said calmly, hoping that her voice was didn’t scare him even more, but he didn’t move an inch. “Jungkook, I can see you.”

A slight whimper left his lips and he tried to push himself eve further into the corner of the room, shaking his head while mumbling ‘no, no’ all over again and again.

“N - no, please, don’t be scared Jungkook. ” She spoke again, voice cracking. “I – I am not mad at you. I promise.”

Nothing Hope said seemed to calm down the shaking Hybrid. He stayed still in the corner of the room, with his eyes covered. The girl wanted nothing more than to run over to him, hugging him tightly and never let him go again, but she knew that it would make the situation worse. He needed to decide to trust her by himself.

She slowly stood up and left the guestroom, getting the dustpan along with the vacuum cleaner from her storeroom. She collected up the lightbulb and some bigger pieces from the floor, before she swept up the rest of the porcelain pieces and throwing it into the thrash can under the table. To make sure that there were no small pieces of sharp porcelain left, she vacuumed all over the floor once more.

As she moved back and forth, she steeled some glances at the boy from time to time. He had removed his ears a little bit, so he could watch her closely cleaning up the floor, his eyes were wide open.

When she was done, she turned off the vacuum cleaner and laid it back down onto the floor, before turning once again towards the door, and kneeling down to be at the same eye level as the boy.

“See? Everything is already cleaned up. Like nothing happened at all.” She tried to sound to use a joking voice. He should realize that a broken lamp was nothing he should be worried to be punished for.

He didn’t show any kind of reaction. He just kept looking at her with his big, brown deer eyes, that could melt any heart, and his hair spread out into all directions. But to he surprise, he hadn’t covered his eyes again.

This made her proud. She didn’t care that he didn’t said anything, or that he didn’t move an inch as she spoke towards him. But that he wasn’t covering his eyes anymore as she spoke, which he did the night before, showed her that they were already making process, and she would do anything to keep going this path.

Step by step.

“Okay, I will let you alone some more and make breakfast for the both of us.” She smile at him, not forced this time. I was a real smile. “Feel free to join me whenever you like to.”

She stood up and grabbed both utensils she had used to clean up the room, before leaving. She didn’t close the door though, wanting to show him that he wasn’t locked up.

Meanwhile, the Jungkook was still trying to process what just had happened.

He didn’t mean to break the lamp at all, but when he woke up this morning, he was so scared because he thought he had fell asleep onto his owners’ bed, which he was not allowed under any circumstances.

His mind had still been too tired to notice the different surrounding he was in, so he had tried to leave the bed as fast as possible, before his owners would catch him. He had pushed the duvet off of his body and was already about to jump out of the bed, when suddenly, his arm hit something hard and knocking it over.

In his trance he had tried to leave the room as quick as possible, but it was too late. He could hear someone knocking at the door while calling his name.

That’s how he found himself in this position. Curled up in the corner of this room, shaking slightly.

But to his surprise, the small girl, Hope was her name, she had found him the previous evening, stepped inside the room. Never in his life had he been so relieved to see a human, even though he had just known her for a few hours.

He kept sitting in the corner for another 20 minutes, before the smell of something delicious hit his nose. He took a sniff and immediately, his stomach began to growl loudly. A blush covered his cheeks and he quickly looked around, but no one had been there to hear the loud growl.

She said that she would make something to eat and that he could join her, but she already gave him something to eat last night. It had been more than he could have ever asked for and he was thankful for that.

His stomach growled again, even louder this time.

Should he take the risk and leave the room? What if she was joking, and he wasn’t allowed to join her for breakfast? But then, she had allowed him to sit on the table with her, and she offered him a bed to sleep. On top, she didn’t punish him for accidently breaking her lamp, she didn’t even sounded mad at all.

His heart was pointing heavily, as he decided to take the risk and actually leave the room. His hunger was stronger than his fear this time.

He slowly rose from the ground and sticked his head out of the room he had slept in. Last night, he was so tired that he hadn’t even had the power to take in his surroundings, so now he was even more surprised.

He was now standing in a small, bright hallway that was leading somewhere to either side of him.

To his left side, the hallway ended just a few meters next to him. At the end of the hallway, as well as opposite and to his right side where beautiful white doors, from which he didn’t know where they would lead to.

To his right side, the hallway lead into another, open and big room, which he recognized to be the living room with that big sofa, that had looked so soft last evening. He had to hold back his urge to just sit down there and drove his finger over the soft fabric, because he was not allowed to.

He made another small step outside his room. Everything in the girl’s apartment looked so inviting and warm. The floor and walls didn’t transmit a cold and shivering impression, like he was used to. Instead, the wooden floor felt soft and the wall actually tempted him to walk along.

He took another step.

The wall next to him caught his attention. Hanging there were many different pictures all over the wall, and as he took a closer look, he saw a familiar girl on every single one of them. On some of the pictures, she was seen alone, sometimes only smiling and sometimes she looked welled dressed, holding some papers proudly in her hands.

But at the majority of the pictures, she could be seen with many different people. On one, she stood next to an older women , but at some others, she was with people her age, pulling funny faces into the camera.

The corners of his mouth raise unwillingly as he watched the pictures closer. The girl seemed to be like by many persons. Maybe she –

“Oh, you just came in time.” He quickly turned his head and looked at the same girl. She was just putting a small basket with bread onto the table. “Breakfast is ready, you can sit down if you like.”

He took one last glance at the pictures, before he carefully made his way up towards the table, where the girl was already sitting. On the chair next to her, she had placed a second plate, but the stool was empty. For a short moment, he wondered if it actually was for him, but she began to speak again.

“You can sit down here.” She pointed at the stool with the plat in front of it. “Of – of course only if you want to.”

He felt his own cheeks redden, as he saw the tiny blush on her cheeks. He quickly nodded and sat down on the stool next to her. His eyes went wide when he saw all the food on the table. It wasn’t as much like his owners would put up, but he saw the effort she had put into decorating the plates.

She had prepared a small plate with cheese and sausage, and another one with different vegetables, like cucumber slices and tomatoes. Next to the vegetables stood a small basket with bread and toast, and next to his plate she had placed a glass of what looked like orange juice and an egg.

“I – I didn’t know what you would like to drink, so I just gave you an orange juice, but you can also have a coffee if you like.” She said as she pointed at a brown liquid in front of her plate.

He carefully shook his head, not knowing what to say. He was overwhelmed with all the kindness she showed towards him. He didn’t even know why she was so nice to him. He was a strolling Hybrid. He was homeless and he causes trouble all the time. At least that’s what his owners always told him.

The girl meanwhile had taken a slice of bread and was smearing some onto it. Once again he didn’t know how to act. Should he just wait for her to put something onto his plate, like she did last night, or did he actually had the permission to take anything.

“You can take whatever you like.” She once again answered his question, as if she could read her mind. She must be really smart to always see what he was thinking about.

Hesitantly, he grabbed a slice of toast from the basket. He watched from the corner of his eyes what she did with her slice, and just copied her movements.

When breakfast was over, Jungkook watched the girl as she stood up from the table, taking her plate with her. She walked into the kitchen and put it into the sink.

Once again, he tried to copy her movements. He quickly got up from his stool and carried his plate over to the kitchen.

“Oh, this is nice of you.” She smiled friendly at him, as she turned back towards the sink. “Just put it over there, please.”

This scenario repeated over and over again. While she washed the dirty dishes, he would get one decoration after another from the table. Every time he came back, she showed him where to put everything. He put the butter into the fridge, the salt into the shelf over the stove and the kitchen roll into the drawer next to the sink.

He was not new to such actions. At home, he would always clean up after his owners after they were done eating, but they would never treat him that nice. They would yell at him to do faster and quicker. He shivered at the thought of that.

“Thank you for your help, Jungkook.” The girl had turned around as she whipped her hands dry, bending her upper body slightly as she thanked him.

He was completely overwhelmed at this gesture. Never in his life had someone bowed towards him. Normally, he was the one to bow.

“You’re welcome.” He just whispered.

The day passed quicker than she thought. In the morning, she had called one of her male friends, asking him if he could give her some of his clothes.

“Don’t ask why.” She had told him as he stood in front of her door.

Jungkook was once again about to just take of his clothes in the middle of the living room, but she quickly told him to change privately in his room. His eyes literally popped out of his head when she said ‘his room’. He looked like a child on Christmas eve, and it was more than adorable to watch.

Excitingly, he ran back and forth between his room and the living room, showing her all the clothes. Most of them were still a little bit too big, but she guessed that he would gain a bit more of weight over the next weeks, so he was going to fit in.

Over the next few weeks. Few words with big meaning.

Hope just assumed that he would stay here, with her. She didn’t even think once about why he had been out there since the morning, or of his owner was looking for him. What would she do if he would stand in front of her door, wanting his Hybrid back? He or she obviously treated the poor boy terribly, but then, she didn’t had any authorization about the bunny Hybrid.

Authorization.

She wanted to throw up while using that word. The boy, and any other Hybrid, was a living being, with an own consciousness and own needs. He should be free to have a choice over him and his life by himself, and not anyone else.

“Wow, that looks good.” She smiled at him as he came back with the last shirt to try on.

He nodded quickly and looked into the big mirror next to the front door. He turned his body from one to the other side, before droving his hands over the shirt, ears bobbing with excitement.

Hope was fascinated by his ears. He had told her earlier that he was a holland lop bunny Hybrid, which were known for their floppy ears and they were especially rare with grey fur, like he had.

While hanging down, the soft, fur covered ears reached shortly above his chin, and she had to hold back the urge to touch the soft hair. Ears and tail were the most sensitive and intimate body parts of a Hybrid, which no one should be allowed to touch without the Hybrids permission. Sadly, no one cared about that.

They often grab and touch Hybrids’ ears, pulling them or clipping some tags through them. As well as their tails. She just wanted to arrest anyone to show such a disrespect towards a Hybrid.

She snapped out of her thoughts, just as Jungkook entered the room again, carrying all the clothes she had given to him. His face didn’t show excitement anymore, while he had his ears straighten flatly against his head.

“Those are for you, Jungkook.” Hope said as she stood up from the sofa. “You can keep them all. They – “

“No.” He simply said, almost hissing at the girl. He laid the pile of clothes carefully on the sofa, before lifting a shirt up, holding it right in front of the girl’s face. “Smell.”

Confused, she took the shirt and smelled at the fabric. It smelled….like nothing? She looked back up at the bunny hybrid, who was standing in front of her, looking expectantly at the girl.

“I don’t smell anything.” She said and smelled again. Maybe she caught a cold? “They aren’t smelling like anything.”

“Smells like man.” Jungkook said, as he shook himself. “Bah! Should not smell like man.”

“Oh, okay. You don’t like the scent of Brian?” She asked amused, and he nodded quickly. “I will go and wash them.”

Hybrids don’t just had outer features of animals, they also had all their senses, which means that they were extremely sensitive to smells or sounds. Though the clothes were all washed, they probably still had Brian’s scent from when he had carried the clothes in his arms.

She laughed slightly and walked into the bathroom with the boy was trailing behind her, watching as she turned on the washing mashie. When she was done, she turned back towards Jungkook.

“There you go. All washed up.” She said, but he still did not look satisfied.

“You.” He said and sniffed the air in front of her.

“Me?” The girl asked confused, as he practically smelled at her. Did she smell bad?

“You smell like man.” He said, cocking his right eyebrow up. “You should not smell like man.”

“Oh.” She laughed quickly, bending her head to smell her shirt. But being a human with a human nose, it was impossible for her to smell anything. “I was standing close to Brian earlier when I took the clothes. Maybe that’s why I smell like him. I will take a shower.”

15 minutes later, she came back from the bathroom. Jungkook was having the time of his life, watching the Simpsons on TV. He didn’t even notice her coming up from beside him, because he was so caught up from the colourful cartoon.

“Better?” She laughed at him and his head snapped towards her.

He watched her up and down, before taking some deep sniffs. He thought for a while, before he nodded and turned his attention back towards the TV.

“Better.”

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I’m Fucked Up

(Spencer Reid x Reader)

*Mature Content Warning*

Summary: Reader notices new strange behavior of Spencer, who usually keeps their interactions very brief. She later finds he's struggling to resist bringing her into his world of pain and pleasure.

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"Merry Christmas doll!" Rossi smiles opening his front door. "Merry Christmas Rossi!" You giggle receiving his warm hug. You were nervous, this was your first annual team Christmas party. Following Rossi into the large living room, smiling and waving at everyone.

Emily walks up to you holding two drinks. "About time Y/N! Here you've got some catching up to do" She smiles handling you the glass. "No problem." You laugh and quickly down the drink.

After making small talk for a while, you then went to make another drink. Entering the kitchen to see Spencer doing the same. "Hi, Spencer." You greet softly, trying to not be awkward and he glances up at you. "Hi." Is all he answers quietly after clearing his throat, you noticed he did that a lot when he spoke to you, which didn't happen often. He quickly looks back down to his glass and then stepped away from the counter letting you get to the drinks.

Spencer was nice, but you always felt like he kept you at a distance since you joined the team. He wasn't rude, but not friendly like he was with everyone else. You had only been on the team 5 months, so you figured he just took a while to warm up to new people.

You begin fixing your drink, and you could feel eyes on the backside of your body. You hear a deep strangled breath from behind you, it almost sounded like a growl. You froze, not sure what to do. Was that Spencer?

"Time for secret Santa!" You hear announced from the living room by Penelope. Turning around hesitantly on your heels to look, but there was no one else in the kitchen now. You walk to the next room, seeing Spencer now sitting on a couch with the group. Maybe that wasn't him, strange.

"Looking good tonight Mama." Derek exclaims glancing up and down at your fitted black skirt. You had dressed a little sexy tonight for the party. You roll your eyes back at him, knowing he was always like this. You didn't think anyone else notices, but as soon as Derek said that Spencer's eyes shot straight to him. His expression wasn't pleasant, to say the least, his eyes were hooded, jaw clenched. You had never seen Spencer like that before, especially to his best friend. He may not feel well.

You quickly sit and try to shake off the situation. Hotch begins pulling the presents from under the tree and announced each person's name.

"Y/N" he smiles and passes the medium-sized wrapped box. "Thank you" you smile back and then begin to unwrap the box. There was a beautiful red silk scarf sitting in the white box with a note. Time to find out who your secret Santa is, it had to one of the girls with such great taste.

I hope you can put this to good use . -Reid

You glance over to Spencer, he was already watching for your reaction. "Thank you, it's very nice." You offer a small smile but he only nods back. "You're welcome, Y/N." He said your name so smoothly, it gave you a shiver. Maybe you had enough alcohol you think to yourself.

The next day at the office walking in juggling your bag, coffee, and files. Saying your morning hellos, you walk near Spencer's desk. "Good morning." You announce admiring the man in front of you. He slowly looks up and his eyes linger around your neck. You decided to wear the scarf he gave you last night. He swallows hard and then came up to look into your eyes. "Good morning, Y/N." there is was again. The second time he said your name, it made your insides contract. Trying to keep your composure you quickly make it to your desk, letting out the sigh you were holding.

What the hell was happening? You just need to get through this day and get home so you can think. Around two o'clock, you could feel your energy depleting so you went to get coffee. Walking into the break room, your breath catching as you saw him. He looks up hearing someone enter.

His demeanor shifts seeing you, you awkwardly get your coffee as quickly as possible. "Shit" you mumble realizing you forgot the sugar, and coffee was disgusting without sugar.

You start walking back down the hallway toward the break room, and suddenly feel a hard grip on your arm. You were pulled into a closet, that had absolutely no light. Your heart feels as it was about to come through your chest. As your eyes adjusted to the dark, you make out the figure in front of you. It was him.

"What are you doing Spencer?" You whisper still trying to calm your heart. He places a hand on each side of your face against the wall behind you. "Is something wrong Y/N?" He sounds completely different, husky almost. Hearing it made your knees weak. He steps closer, you could feel his breath on your neck.

"I like you in this scarf." He huffs and you felt him twirl the edge of it with his long fingers. "Wwwhy did you pull me in here?" You stutter confused, this wasn't like him. "Did you not want me to?" He replies, pausing from your response. "You're just kind of scaring me, Spencer." You whisper back and he instantly put space between you and him.

"I'm so sorry y/n". He apologizes and then ran out of the room. What the actual hell was that? You stay in the dark room for a few minutes trying to process what just happened. What came over him? He usually avoids being close to you. He can't just walk away like that.

You cross your arms over your chest, and quickly walk to his desk to demand answers. Once at his desk you find that he and his bag were gone.

You finally get home, and just want to relax. After taking a shower you slipped into an underwear set and then hear a knock at the door. You rush to wrap yourself in a robe and to answer the door. "Who is it?" You question holding the handle. "Me" you hear a hesitant male voice say. Your stomach twirled.

You slowly open the door, seeing him standing there awkwardly. His head was low, looking much more casual than usual. No vest just a black button-down shirt and a loose tie.

"Hey, Spencer." you say softly, still very confused about earlier. "Hey. Look I'm sorry about earlier okay. I just lost control and I shouldn't have pulled you. I hope you don't hate me." He rambles out, with a deep breath looking away. "I don't hate you, Spencer." You offer a small smile to try to make him feel better. "I was just really confused, I still am actually." You continue.

"I'm sure you were, I'm sorry. I would never usually do that. You just get to me Y/N, okay? I'm having trouble controlling myself around you. I'm sorry, it won't happen again." He finally admits why he acts so strange around you. He turns to leave the doorway, surely not wanting the have this conversation longer than necessary. What he didn't know was that you had always been slightly interested in him, but he would never give you a chance to get close to him.

"Is that why you never look at me?" You ask with a glimmer of laughter in your voice, causing him to halt his escape. He slowly looks up to your eyes, staring, but not saying anything. Now that he was finally looking at you for more than three seconds you noticed how gorgeous his eyes are.

"What do you have trouble controlling wanting to do to me?" You question softly watching his body tense at your words, you wanted to push your luck. "If I tell you, you'll hate me." He whispers sounding strained. "Why?" You ask again still obviously flirting, it couldn't be that bad. He huffs slightly. "I can't tell you out here." He replies lifting an eyebrow. As if asking are you going to let me in. Were you going to allow the opportunity for something to happen? Both of you knowing where it would lead.

You slide over in the doorway allowing him to enter, the smell of him coated you as he passes. You shut the door and turned to see him looking around kind of awkwardly. "I'm sorry, do you want a drink or something?" You offer and he nods yes.

You leave to get the drinks, trying to figure out what was about to happen next. "Thanks" he mumbles taking the beer after you return, chugging it. You both sit on the couch silently, you could cut the space between you two with a knife. Okay then. "Are you going to tell me?" You finally break the silence, looking down at your fingers, playing with the glass bottle. You heard a loud sigh.

"I'm fucked up y/n." He blankly states causing your eyes to shoot up to him. "We all have our days." You shrug, not breaking the hold he had on your eyes. "No, you don't understand. You're amazing and so sweet. The things I want to do to you." He looks so serious. "Then why don't you help me understand?" You whisper a smirk playing on the edge of your lips.

"Stop. Don't do that." He blurts, abruptly getting off the couch making you jump. "Don't do what?" You yell back following him as he walked toward the door.

Suddenly he spins around slamming your back against the wall, holding you by the shoulders. "You don't yell at me, do you understand?" He hisses. His usual caramel eyes were a burning dark brown, his demeanor was like a different person. His jaw clenched, chest heaving. You stood there shocked, trying to control your own breathing.

"Okay." You whisper. He shook his head with a frustrated groan like it wasn't the answer he wanted, but you were confused. "You're sweet too Spencer, one of the nicest guys I've ever met. So what the hell are you talking about?" You groan, getting frustrated with his game. You heard him chuckle at your words shaking his head slightly. You stared at him, waiting until he finally gave in.

"Fine, I'll tell you. I want to control you, hurt you, make you scream, beg for me, completely dominate you." He outright growls staring into your eyes.

You were shocked. Hurt you? What the hell. He could see your confusion and softened his grip on your shoulder. "Not so sweet now, huh?" He mumbled removing his hands from your shoulder. Now you understood. Why he didn't want to tell you, why he said you would hate him. The look in his eyes now almost resembled regret, like he had messed up his shot with you. 

Although, you just wanted to understand him more than anything, and you were a pretty open-minded person. "Why would you do that?" You mumble looking down between your bodies. "To give you the most pleasure you've ever received." He confidently replies. Wow.

"Hurt me?" "Yes, for both of our pleasure. I know it's a lot and confusing. I promise it will never be more than you can handle." He explains like he was trying to sell you something. Your mind trying to take it all in, were you actually considering this?

"How would you know what is too much for me? We've never slept together" You ask after a moment of contemplating. You could see a slight glimmer of hope shoot through him, like when he realized he'd solved a case.

"I have a word that would instantly stop me, commonly known as a safe word. I would never hurt you in any way you didn't want, and I would always take care of you." He spoke gently, giving you a very vague explanation. This was normal to him. You could feel the heat coming off of his body.

"What is the word?" You ask out of curiosity. "Walter, it's my middle name and I hate it. You don't have to do this though Y/N. I don't know if you would want a relationship with me, but I promise it would be the best of your life." He panted, staring down at your lips, biting on his own as he towered over you.

Spencer was not normally such a confident person, so his confidence in his sexual abilities intrigued you. "What happens if I say yes?" You answer with a nervous knot in your stomach, finding yourself staring at the lip he was biting.

"Do not tease me. It is taking every ounce of my control not to bend you over right now, and show you how to behave." He challenges back, voice becoming more raspier, positioning himself closer to you.

"Then do it." You reply back without skipping a beat, not sure where the new confidence came from. He looked surprised. "Are you sure? Do you know what you're asking for babygirl? There is no going back once you take me there." He huffs, the nickname making your shutter. You can see how hard he was having to restrain himself.

"Dominate me, Spencer." You whisper, and without another second passing his hand roughly wrapped around your throat, he leaned his lips down to yours. You were taken back by his hand choking you, but his firm yet passionate kiss led you through it. Your fingers tangle through his soft messy hair, him groaning as you tug.

He separates your kiss, lowering slightly and lifting you from the bottom of your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist, remembering you were only in underwear under the robe when you felt his warm body against your core. He attacked your neck with kisses and bites, definitely marking you. "Mmm Spencer" You moan out, and seconds later feel a hard slap on your right ass cheek. You wince at the pain, he did say he would hurt you, it wasn't overbearing though. "You will call me Daddy or Sir, do you understand?" He requests with a stern tone in your ear, you nodded eagerly. "Answer when I ask you a fucking question." He growls again with another slap to your ass. It was hard enough to make you yelp but soft enough to not make you cry. He was good.

"Yes, daddy." You panted. "Good girl." He chuckles, running his hand over the cheek he just hit, soothing the sting. "Are you okay?" He asks searching your eyes, not like he was just talking but genuinely, giving you one last chance to run. "Yes, I'm okay I promise." "Just follow my instructions exactly and you'll be rewarded, okay?" You nod, honestly, you were more than okay. You always wanted to experience something like this, that pushed you to the edge.

He nods back at you, and reattached his lips to your neck, his fingers gripping into your ass through the thin underwear. "Where's.. bedroom?" He asks through muffled kisses. "First left.. in hallway. " You manage to mutter, he began walking still holding you in his strong arms.

Once he made it to the bedroom he lowers you to your feet. "Trust me okay?" He whispers, you nod. He slid his fingers to the insides of your rode pushing it off your shoulders to the floor. "You're so beautiful y/n" he compliments looking over your body just in underwear. You blush slightly, thinking that someone as gorgeous as him would think so.

"I bet you look gorgeous with that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock." He huffs in your ear, your eyes grew huge hearing him speak like that. Running his tongue over your earlobe, you moan at his words making him chuckle. "Get on your knees now." He commands, you falling into a kneeling position instantly. He smiled down at you approving. You have never moved on command for anyone, what is he doing to you?

You watch as he rolls up each of his sleeves slowly then pulling loose his tie roughly, anticipation killing you. He slowly moves to his belt buckle, removing it and his pants, kicking them off. He looks down at you again, smiling seeing you were biting your lip. "You want daddy's cock in your mouth don't you?" He asks, catching you off guard. You had never talked so dirty before, but it was definitely turning you on.

You also wanted to impress him, you had a slight idea of how this kind of relationship worked from movies. "Yes sir, I want to suck your dick" You reply, playing his game, which judging by his eyes he loved. "Such a good girl." He grunts and pulled his dick from the restrain of the boxers. You gulp at the size.

He steps closer to you, your mouth opening almost as a reflex for him. You took your hand and stroked over his length before taking him to your lips. He hisses as your warm mouth took him in, bobbing your head quickly.

"Fuck. You have no idea how much I have dreamed of that mouth around my cock. How many times you made me touch myself after seeing you at work. You wanted this didn't you baby." He groans, you couldn't believe what he was saying. He masturbates thinking of you?

"Yes, I wanted it." You reply between strokes. You swirl your tongue, wanting to please him as much as possible. "Now I'm going to fuck your mouth for making me wait so long." He growls, you felt his hand wrap to the back of your head into your hair. He holds your head in place while he pumped himself into your mouth faster. You began to gag, but closed your eyes and make yourself relax.

You look up at his face as he went faster, tears starting to run down your face. You loved it. His hisses and moans were the sexiest sounds you've ever heard. "Oh fuck y/n" he yells out as his hips started to jolt out of his control. He met your eyes, his expression had softened, you loved seeing him in such a euphoric and vulnerable state. His eyes continue to roll back in his head, the sight completely soaked the panties between your legs.

"Swallow for me y/n" he groans but before you could answer you felt his warm liquid squirting down your throat. He cussed out slowly riding through his orgasm, you licking every drop from the tip of his dick.

His eyes reopened looking at you very pleased. "Stand up baby girl." You slowly lift wiping the tears and liquids from your face. He kisses you sweetly holding the sides of your face, you take the opportunity to unbutton the rest of his shirt feeling down his toned body.

"I think that deserves a reward baby." He whispers, your body stood on end with excitement. "Please." You breathe out before you knew it. Shit, he had you wrapped around his finger, and he knew it. "Mmm knew you'd enjoy this." He chuckles and then pushing you to the bed.

Your legs land slightly parted, giving him a clear view of your most intimate part. "Why are your panties so wet y/n?" He asks licking over his bottom lip. "Because you make me this wet." You answer honestly. "Such a good fucking girl" he devilishly smirks. Next, you hear the cloth of your underwear rip making you gasp. "Sorry, they were in my way." He shrugs while lowing himself closer to your glistening pussy.

His comment made you laugh, which turned into a loud moan as his tongue attacked your clit with precise movements. "Oh shit." You cry out, you never had a man please you with his mouth this well. He groans in response to your cries. You tangle your hands in his hair again, rocking your hips against his face. You look down and watch his tongue engulf you, his eyes stay focused on you.

"Ugh feels so amazing" you sigh letting the feeling overtake you as his fingers dug into your thighs spreading you more for him. You couldn't believe Spencer Reid was in between your legs right now.

"You taste so good baby girl" he moans between your legs. You felt the tingling sensation start to cover your body, and the familiar warming in the base of your stomach. "Oh fuck." You scream as he pushes you over your edge, making your whole body shake in the best way possible.

You finally come down from the high with a smile on your face and look down at Spencer. His lips were still wet with your liquids, but the pissed expression on his face scared you.

He crawls up the bed until he is right above you staring down at your face. "Did you enjoy that?" He coos but not in an amusing matter. "Yes, it was amazing." You whisper reaching for his face, but he roughly grabs your hand and pins it to the bed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it because you're about to pay for it" he spat and then pulled you off the bed with him. He rests on the edge of the bed, yanking you face down across his lap. "You're a greedy little girl y/n" he informs with an unsettling calmness. You couldn't even respond not knowing what he was talking about. He began rubbing a hand over your bare ass, you had an eerie gut feeling of what was coming next.

"So now...I have to give you a punishment. Okay?" He continues, the ending sounds more like a question. He was asking if you were okay with him punishing you. Did you want him to seriously hit you? There was only one way to find out.

"Yes" is all you say, and brace yourself for what was next. "You do not cum unless I tell you to." He hisses and you felt the same smack across your ass, but this time harder, more intense now that he had permission. Then again and again. After the sixth slap, you could feel tears forming in your eyes, but moans also tried escaping your lips.

"Are you going to cum again without permission?" He asks with a glimmer of amusement in his voice, delivering the seventh slap. "No,I won't." You said with a shaky voice. Eight. "I know you won't babygirl, but your ass is so pretty. Nice and pink with my handprint." He huffs, giving a ninth spank, you are so close to having use the safe word. "Please, sir." You plea for his mercy as his hand came down again. "I think you've learned your lesson." He finally stopped and massaged over the ass cheek he was just abusing, making it feel better. It still stung, but you almost liked the feeling. You were proud of your self for taking ten hits.

"You did so good baby." He praises while shifting you up and into his lap, laying your head on his chest. He brushed his fingers through your hair softly, letting your breathing even out. You look up, finding him staring down at you with such adoring eyes. In that moment, you had never before felt so loved and safe. The way he commands you, but he still sweetly made sure you were okay with everything he did.

The feeling he gave you made your head spin, it was like nothing else. Was this the kind of relationship you craved? All you knew was that you're now entrapped in Spencer Reid, and you didn't ever want to let go.

After a few minutes, he laid you back onto the bed. He then got up and walked out of your bedroom door. He isn't leaving, is he? For some reason, you couldn't imagine not being with him right now. He can't leave after that. You start to panic until you saw him coming back through the door.

He was holding up in his hand the red scarf that he had bought you, he must have seen it before on your coat rack. You giggle seeing him. "I am going to restrain you, okay, if you try to get loose I will punish you. Understand?" He asks waiting for your response. You nod eagerly "I understand." He begins tying both of your hands above your head to the headboard, you wondering what he has in store for you. "And yes, this is exactly what I meant by good use." He answers what you were wondering with a smirk on his face. Gosh, this boy.

After he was happy with the restraints, he walks to the side of the bed laying beside you. Running his fingers over your stomach, making you squirm. He quickly removes your bra, greedily looking over your breast. "You know since you just took your orgasm last time without asking, you do not get to cum this time while I finger your pussy. Understood?" He informs causing you to groan not knowing how you would be able to do it. You wouldn't want another punishment, right?

"Yes, daddy." You answer softly, and he smirks knowing it would be torture. Lowering his fingers slowly between your legs, to what belongs to him now and he knew it. Your body jolts as his finger sunk in, your wet entrance accepted it eagerly.

"Fuck your so wet for me baby." He groans adding another finger. "I only get wet for you daddy." You moan, maybe you could persuade him to let you finish. "That's right babygirl. ONLY MINE." He growls and pumped his fingers faster making your back arched off the bed, while your head flung back into the pillow. "Oh shit daddy." You whimper every time the palm of his hand would bump your clit.

You then felt warm wetness around your nipple, looking down to see Spencer's perfect lips around one of your breasts as he still worked you with his long fingers. He tugged at your nipple and curled his fingers at just the right spot making your body shake with the need for release.

"Please please I want to cum daddy" you cry out scratching into your bedsheets. You pull at the scarf, wanting so bad to orgasm. "Why should I let you?" He taunts speeding up his fingers as fast as he could. "Because I will be a good girl, please." You whine, not knowing how much longer you would last. You felt his fingers retract, and you heard a whimper of disappointment escape your mouth.

"Don't look so sad baby." He laughs at you and pulled the hand restraints loose and then continued "I promise you're about to cum harder than you ever have." He smirks and then he positioned himself between your legs, you bit your tongue trying to contain your excitement.

One hard thrust filled you completely, making you take all of him. You yell out at the pain and pleasure all at once. He pauses for a second letting your muscles become molded to him. "Shit your so tight y/n" he growls with hooded eyes watching you take him. He then lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and began pounding into you roughly, the position hitting your sweet spot over and over. You clawed into his back hard, surely drawing blood but he didn't seem to care. You felt a hand grasp around your neck once again, and the sensation made your eyes roll back.

"You like being choked don't you, dirty girl " he hisses, slightly tightening the grip on your neck. "Yes I love when you choke me daddy" You groan out barely able to speak, not just trying to please him anymore, but you honestly liked it. He was right when he said it was the most pleasure you have ever received.

He moans at your words, feeling he wasn't going to last much longer. "Rub your pretty clit for me, baby." He commands through clenched teeth, sounding so rugged and sexy. You did as instructed, rubbing fiercely making your legs start to shake.

"Daddy I want.. I need to cum please" you beg, feeling the knot in your stomach. "You want to cum all over daddy's cock babygirl?" He groans watching you beg was something he would never forget. "Yes please let me cum on your cock." You plea, trying desperately to hold it.

"You want me to cum in your tight pussy y/n?" He asks as his hips began to thrust wildly. Your eyes flash open in shock, looking up to Spencer biting his lip looking at you with such passion. You had never let a man finish inside before, but you wanted all of Spencer.

"Yes, cum in your pussy sir." You cry out, determined to pull him over with you. "Yes my fucking pussy." He moans out loudly, fucking you as fast as he could now.

His stroke hit just the right spot as your fingers moved faster and faster, your breath hitched and you became light-headed from the amount of pleasure. "Cum for me babygirl." You could barely hear over your cries of pleasure but as soon as you heard him your body responds. Your insides contract around his cock as he groans out your name letting his head fall back, his climax spilling over into you.

He slowly rolled through both of your orgasms, both of you panting despite for air. He gently removed himself from you, falling in the bed next to you. He guides you into his arms and softly snuggling into his chest.

"Are you okay baby?" He asks once his breathing evened out. You smile at him calling you baby even though you weren't having sex still. "I'm okay." You answer, still feeling your body tingling trying to process everything that just happened.

"Do you need anything? Ice, lotion, water?" He questions again making you giggle. You just shook your head no. He sat up looking at you with a serious expression. "Look, part of this is me taking care of you after. I'll always take care of you. Please talk to me, did I scare you?" He sighs.

"No Spencer you didn't I promise, I liked it a lot." You assured him, he let out a breath of relief. "I didn't hurt you too badly?" He asks rubbing the side of your face. "You hurt me just right" you giggle. "Well that's just the beginning sweetheart" he teases kissing the back of your hand.

"I actually might need something." You announce after thinking for a few minutes. "Anything." He answers looking concerned. "I think I need help taking a shower." You shyly admit. He chuckles at you. "Can someone not feel her legs." Teasing you more. "No, you made them go numb daddy." You tease back.

He moans lightly "Don't get me started again, I don't think you could handle that yet." He warns helping you up. "Maybe I will" you wink stepping into the shower pulling him with you.

Returning to work was awkward, to say the least, having to keep your relationship a secret. Spencer making sly remarks that only you would understand just to watch you squirm. Teasing you around every hidden corner didn't help either.

The team had just been assigned a new case and everyone was at the circle table going over the different files. "Y/n give me that file." Spencer said from across the table, concentrating on the papers so his voice sounded stern.

"Yes daa..." You freeze catching yourself and his eyes going wide looking at you. You try to play it off. "Dr. Reid " you stated with a couple of fake coughs, trying to make it sound like a mix of words. The redness of your face would surely give it away. You hand over the file keeping your eyes down.

"Oh hell no, we are not about to act like that didn't just happen." Derek pries with that smile, looking between you and Spencer. Spencer just smirks shrugging his shoulders and returned his attention to the paper in his hand. The whole team gasped at his subtle confirmation, you instantly hid in your hands. How were you going to survive being Spender Reid's woman.

[aceofspadegrass]

Our favorite aib characters and y/n splitting into teams and playing competitive hide and seek

Hide And Seek: Beach Edition

Characters: Aguni Morizono, Hatter, Tatta Koudai, Arisu Ryohei, Usagi Yuzuha, Kuina Hikari, Chishiya Shuntaro, Niragi Suguru, Last Boss, Ann Rizuna

Genre: Crack. It's Hide And Seek time!

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Quick mention, Y/N is written as Yin the entire time, please insert any name in as if it says Y/N. I only did it because that’s how I always read it as because I’m weird like that.

Also Y/N is written as gender neutral, but please if you want put any pronouns in place of it.

Anyways, here it is!

It was rather quiet at the Beach today. Well, mostly because everyone unimportant was out doing games. It was amazing, really, how quickly and empty the Beach ended up. The only people left were a small handful, that being the executives, militants, and a few extras.

Of course, Hatter wasn’t going to let everyone left to just sit around by themselves, despite the fact that a decent chunk were perfectly fine with being alone in a completely quiet Beach for once.

“ So, what the fuck are we all doing here?” Niragi was the first to speak up within the meeting room, one hand holding his head up as his elbow rested on the table, the other hand busy with combing through Yin’s hair, who was comfortably laying across three people’s laps, with Chishiya the unfortunate chair for their feet. Arisu was nestled in the seat between the two, staring purely at Hatter as the robed man stood at the end of the table with a grin, arms out to the side.

“ Well, that’s easy! Since right now, the entire Beach is ripe for the taking for the…..” He pauses, head counting everyone in the room. “ Eleven of us, including me, I thought of something to pass the time!” “ What is it?” Arisu asks, tilting his head. Hatter grins, and he raises his arms even higher, his grin spreading even further across his face.

“ Hide and Seek: Beach Style!” Hatter announces. In return, he gets a few eyebrow raises, a few blank faces, and Tatta vibrating in excitement.

“ Across the entire Beach?” Chishiya intones, “ For ten people?” He leans back on his chair, arms resting comfortably folded on his chest. “ Sounds interesting.”

“ Wouldn’t that take forever though?” Tatta raises his hand, Hatter smiling.

“ We have all the time in the world right now!”

“ Yes, but even so, it might take far too long to search everything, especially so little people with so much time.” Aguni glances at the others within the room. “ We should have rules in place so that there is a plausible chance to find everyone.”

“ Ah, alright. Okay, listen up! We’re going to play hide and seek, where the only rules are that you can’t hide in any normal room, but the executive rooms are up for grabs, and any place within the Beach! To be fair, once you find a hiding spot, you can’t suddenly move from that spot. And once you’re found, you’re obligated to help find everyone else! Fair enough?” The others all nod and give noises of agreement, Hatter smiling. “ Good, good! Now, who wants to be it?” He looks among them, the others doing the same.

“ I suppose I can.” Ann was the first to offer herself, raising a hand. Hatter nods, and she turns around and starts counting. The moment the first number was uttered from her lips, everyone ran out, ready to hide away as well as they could. Yin was dragged along by Niragi, for reasons they weren’t too sure of, but Niragi seems rather eager to drag them away.

“ Where are we going?” They ask, Niragi saying nothing and continuing to drag them along. They reach a room, which appeared to be a storage room, Niragi pulling them inside and shutting the door. He turns to them and smiles, before gesturing to the pile of boxes in the corner. They nod, and quickly duck behind them, Niragi taking a spot by a separate pile of boxes.

“ This should be good enough. It’s a decent ways away from where the dissection bitch is, and out of the way.” Niragi explains, Yin nodding. It seemed fair enough.

“ Where do you think the rest of them would be?” They ask, curious. Niragi shrugs, sitting back and brushing a few stray hairs from his face.

“ Hell if I know. Hey, how fast do you think Ann would find everyone? I would say at least two hours. The Beach is big as shit, and there’s only ten people in the entire building. Bets that Ann doesn’t find us for at least half of that.”

“ Oh, you’re on! I say she’ll never find us-“ Yin chirps eagerly, leaning against the boxes. Niragi nods, smirking. They sit there in silence for a while, Yin carefully listening for any signs of movement outside.

There was nothing for a while. The both of them were prepared to be waiting for a while, since it was theoretically one against ten in a massive building. Yin’s breath hitches as they hear footsteps outside, and the door opening, letting in light from the outside. There was the soft tapping of footsteps, Yin and Niragi making eye contact with each other, Niragi placing a finger to his lips.

The footsteps stop for a few seconds, Yin and Niragi staying still, but Ann’s head pokes into their sights, Yin yelping and bursting into laughter as Ann lightly waves to them.

“ Found the both of you.” Ann looks to Niragi, Niragi pouting slightly and getting up. He comes over to Yin and helps them up, and the trio exit the room. Outside was Aguni, who looks at them and lightly tilts his head up in greeting of them, Niragi rolling his eyes.

“ Aww, are we the first few? Lame.” Niragi grumbles, Yin patting his back in comfort. Ann ignores the comment and walks down the hall more. Aguni, Niragi, and Yin follow after her, the four occasionally stopping to check the other rooms they pass by with zero luck. They get that hall cleared out rather quickly, with four people searching at the same time. Ann leads the little crew out to the pool area, looking around for a second.

“ There is no way someone is hiding out here at the pool. It’s too open!” Niragi waves a hand as he gestures to the pool.

Yin shrugs, walking closer to it with [E/C] eyes scanning the area briefly. “ I dunno, there may be a chance. Look!” They point to a stack of opaque colourful pool floats stacked atop each other right by the pool. Aguni and Niragi look at each other, sharing a brief nod, before approaching the pool floats, Ann following after them. Yin giggles a little and trails along behind them as Aguni and Niragi settle a hand behind the floats, Ann quirking up a lip as the floats shift just a little.

“ Found you.” She announces with a cool demeanour as Niragi and Aguni push the tower into the water, a yelp emitting from the stack as Arisu tumbles into the water. With a bit of struggling, Arisu frees himself from the floats and resurfaces, sputtering and spitting out water. Niragi cackles and points at Arisu, Arisu swimming closer to the edge. Aguni helps him get out of the water, Arisu shaking his head and getting water droplets all over the volcano man.

“ Serves you right.” Yin grins, Niragi glaring at them, Yin patting his face with a smile, making him sputter and back away. Arisu smiles, wringing out his poor shirt in the meantime.

“ How did you even get in there?” Yin asks. Arisu opens his mouth, but then quickly shakes it.

“ Can’t say.”

“ You must have had help. And considering that I don’t think they would have left you unsupervised with how close you were to falling in the pool…..” She looks around. “ They might be in the area. Come on, let’s look around.” She walks away, everyone splitting up and looking around.

It wasn’t that hard, Aguni pulling out Usagi from underneath a chair that was a bit out of the way. Arisu excitedly waves at Usagi, Usagi smiling and waving back at him. They regroup, and after yet another sweep, they head onwards.

“ So, we need to find Chishiya, Kuina, Tatta, and uhhh… Hatter. Right?” Arisu counts each person on his fingers, looking at Ann. Niragi and Aguni glance at each other, but before either of them could correct Arisu, there was a rather loud noise above, Ann looking up and pulling her sunglasses up.

“ Found Hatter.” “ Wait really?” Arisu looks around in confusion, then at Ann with a mildly worried face. “ I don’t see him? Did you mean that noise?”

Ann nods, and she ducks into a room, looking at a vent cover. Everyone around her look at the same vent, Arisu very much confused. So was Niragi, but he wasn’t keeping very quiet about it. “ I don’t fucking get it.”

“ I think he climbed into the vents. Are any of you willing to climb in?” Ann looks at the squad, Usagi nodding and approaching the vent. With the help of Aguni hoisting her up, Usagi managed to get the oddly loose cover off, and she squeezes herself inside, Yin and Arisu cheering her on as she disappears into the vent. The group follow the sounds of her moving around as best ad they could, until there was a rather sizable loud screech, followed by something falling. Aguni was the first to head towards the noise, Niragi and Yin not far behind with Ann and Arisu at the back.

The sight was something else, Hatter face planted on the ground with Usagi coming out of the ceiling a little bit later in a much more dignified manner. Aguni sighs and kneels down besides Hatter, shaking his shoulder. Hatter pops up rather quickly, chuckling. “ I have been caught~ A shame.” Hatter looks around at the group, smiling. “ But I wasn’t the one that sucked at hiding either!”

“ Congrats.” Ann monotonously praises him, Hatter getting up and wiping his kimono down.

“ Thanks! Now onwards, I think I know where the small one is!” He runs off, Aguni immediately following after. Niragi grins excitedly and grabs Yin’s hand and drags them away, yelling something about ‘being the one to find the watery pancake batter’.

By the time Hatter had even the semblance of stopping, they were upstairs where the executive rooms were, Yin tilting their head.

“ How do you know he’s up here?” They inquire, Hatter smiling and slapping their back.

“ I just know! Trust me!” Hatter chirps, and he starts throwing open doors, Niragi doing the same with a little more ferocity, adamant on finding Chishiya. Yin chuckles, and the rest begin to search.

It takes a good ten minutes before any of them even found a trace. Well, a trace being finding Kuina hiding in the closet and coming out wearing a fucking rainbow bikini.

“ Seems like you had fun.” Yin comments, Kuina nodding and smoothing down the ruffled top. “ I did!”

“ ….. Weren’t you wearing a different bikini earlier?” Arisu asks, Kuina nodding and smiling happily.

“ I was. Now anyways, Chishiya’s around here somewhere. Buuuuut I’m not telling you where. Sorry not sorry!” Kuina shrugs, and Niragi rolls his eyes, leaving the room and calling random words that the rest can only assume meant he was attempting to call for Chishiya. They had no choice but to follow him, looking through the rest of the rooms. Hell, they looked through the rooms twice, as Chishiya was a little shit who was clever enough to hide literally anywhere to avoid being found. Kuina was intentionally being a little unhelpful as well, as she apparently knew where Chishiya was but loyal enough to not be a snitch.

Yin splits from them to search Hatter’s room, looking through every crevice and humming. It was a bit of a controlled chaos mess in there, and they find a few stray cookie packages, both empty and near empty before they spot a small box in the corner, inconspicuous and hidden unless someone was looking directly for them, yet big enough to possibly fit a human cat inside. Grinning, they quickly approach the box, and throw upon the lid, only to be greeted with something even better.

“ Hi Tatta!” They greet, Tatta looking up at them from the cramped space. It was actually impressive how Tatta crammed himself in there, actually.

“ Hi Yin!” Tatta greets back, and shifts back and forth, smiling a little nervously. “ A little help? I’m stuck.” Yin nods, and they grab the edge of the box and tip it over, Tatta grunting as it lands with a thud. He wiggles within the confines, and extends his arms out as Yin helps him pop out of the box. Tatta stands up and thanks them, complete with a nice friendship hug, Yin hugging back. They grab his hand and drag him out of the room, meeting up with Kuina, Arisu, and Aguni, the former two waving at Tatta. Tatta waves back, smiling as Yin joins them. “ Found Tatta! That means we just need to find Chishiya, right?”

Kuina and Arisu nod, Aguni only grunting slightly in response and holding up a finger. The others look at the man in curiosity, Tatta and Arisu both tilting their heads in synchronization.

“ I fucking found you, you tiny rabies foaming ferret!” Niragi’s voice rings clear and true, followed by a yes of indignation as Chishiya suddenly emerges from Niragi’s room, wearing a fedora on his head. “ You fucking slut!” Niragi emerges not much longer, Chishiya planting himself right in the middle of the hallway gang, Niragi trying to get to him only for Aguni to stop him with a hand on his chest.

“ Not right now.” Aguni orders, Niragi grumbling angrily and thankfully backing away, Yin coming over and patting his shoulder. Niragi huffs, calming a little from Yin’s presence.

Ann and the others come around bit later, Hatter grinning and spreading his arms out. “ Well then! Wasn’t that fun! Looks like we’re all here!” “ Actually-“ Aguni butts in, but Hatter ignores him.

“ Congratulations, Chishiya, you were the last to be found! Aren’t you proud of yourself?” Hatter says, Chishiya tucking his hands in his pocket and saying nothing, eyebrow raised and lips curled into a slight smirk.

“ The last?”

“ Well, yeah! You are quite a hide and seek champion.”

“ He’s a bitch to find.” Niragi grumbles, leaning his weight on one leg. “ Fucking cat ghost.”

“ Thanks. Bet you were the third to be found.” Chishiya lightly retorts.

“ He was.”

“ Wh- Oi! Shut up, Ann!”

Ann just turns away, eyes scanning the group. Aguni was frowning a little, looking at Hatter. She quickly figures something wrong, counting everyone mentally. “ No, wait. Hatter, we’re missing one.” “ Oh? And whom may that be, Ann?”

The others all look around as well, some a bit confused. Only Aguni, Niragi and Chishiya seemed to know before the rest of the people that hid realized, Niragi scowling a little.

“ You fucking lobster, we haven’t found Last Boss.”

“…… Well…. does anybody have any idea where he might be?” Kuina asks.

They all look among each other, not a single hint of anybody knowing.

“…. Split up?”

Everyone nods, all dispersing within seconds.

As people started coming back from games, the ten remaining were now back at the meeting room, none of which accompanied by any hint of the tiger stick.

“ How the fuck can he not find him-“ Niragi blurts out, hands on the table and staring at everyone, “ Where the hell did he go.”

Everyone could only give off shrugs and ‘I don’t know’s, Aguni sighing.

“ Well, he wins.” Aguni sits down, crossing his arms over his chest. “ And nobody knows where he could possibly be.” “ He’s so good at disappearing, I’m amazed.” Tatta comments, Arisu and Usagi nodding.

“ So….. does that mean I have to call him?” Niragi pulls out a walkie talkie from his pocket. Aguni waves him to give the go ahead, Niragi clicking it on. “ Hey, egg noodle. You won. Get back here or else I’m filling your closet with rubber ducks.”

There was silence, then the slightest noise that may have been a hum, before…..

“ No. I’m comfy. Night.” The line immediately goes dead again.

Everyone is silent, Niragi taking one slow breath, shutting his eyes with murder in his smile. “…… Bitch.”

[thedevillionaire]

Illusionary

Cerberus, Kia, domestic bedroom snz scene with a little magic, little romance? Hmm, yeah, sounds like me. 😏 --- Wrapped in a full-length darkest burgundy dressing robe, feeling somewhat refreshed but still more than a little coldhazy, Cerberus emerges post-shower to the sight of Kia, changed from her earlier black velvet bodice and jeans into a burnished deep gold satin negligee, lying on her stomach across the bed, head resting on her hands, attention fixed on the Testing papers in front of her. He pauses at the threshold, leans against the door frame to simply look at her awhile, silently enraptured, a soft smile on his face.

:Just so you know, babe,: Mindsends Kia, keeping her eyes on the papers, :it’s not possible for you to enter a room and not be noticed.: She glances back over her shoulder at him and grins wickedly. “You’d be a terrible spy.”

Cerberus chuckles, walking over to settle beside her on the bed. “Hard to argue given the circumstances, I suppose.” He toys with her hair, looking down at the papers. “Which Level are you applying for?” A light sniffle, and he frowns slightly, rubs his nose against an irritation rising anew.

“6.” Kia sighs. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I can get that, but…I don’t know, I’m not…evenly skilled across the options or something.” She rolls over to sit up, cross-legged. “There’s a bunch of stuff I can do really well, and some other stuff I’m…just not very good at, I guess.” She gives him a rueful smile. “But I think if I maybe…”

“What is it you’re not sure of?” Cerberus reaches across her and picks up the papers, flicking through them as he moves to sit leaning back against the bedhead, rearranging the array of pillows and cushions to suit. Another sniffle, more sharply this time and he recognises the battle as lost, his focus dissolving captive to undeniable need, and he turns from Kia in surrender to an adversary already his conqueror many times over today. “HHAHTSSCCHU! Damn it, I swear Healing deal in placebos. Comple…ehh-HH ..completely…hh… Ahh-HEHTSSCH-uu!” He sniffles again and fixes Kia with a look conveying irrefutable vindication, raises an eyebrow. “*snf!*Hm? As evidenced. Completely ineffectual,” he states with authority, and takes several tissues from the box on the bedside. “Excuse me a mome… hh-HH... Oh, for f… HHAHTSSCCHU! Ah, gods. *SNF!* Pardon me, love.” He blows his nose in an attempt to stop any further irritation, at least in the short term, though he holds very little faith in that regard, and incinerates the tissues in a flashblaze of aetherfire.

“Bless you, sweetheart,” Kia says, gently strokes his forearm. “I’m fairly sure the meds have helped a bit, though,” she suggests. “Compared to earlier, at least.”

“Oh, well, yes, I’m sure I’ve had at least ten minutes respite here and there,” mutters Cerberus sardonically, though he concedes to his bonded’s wry smirk quickly enough, places a kiss on her forehead. “Ah, I’m sorry, darkling. It’s just that as a rule, I’m rather fond of breathing.” Resting back against the pillows once more, he sighs again, absently rubs his nose, and returns his attention to the papers, making a quiet hum of thought as he flicks through them, in consideration.

“Sweetheart?” Kia, curious, shuffles up along the bed a little more to kneel beside him, resting her head on his shoulder, trying to read what he was reading. “What are you doing?”

Cerberus points to the skillset of Illusion, listed as a subcategory within Hypnotics, several thick and emphatic lines scrawled beneath it. “This is underlined because…?”

Kia scoffed. “Because I suck at it,” she says, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I mean, I can do the basics, but…” She looks up at him, nestling into him, trailing absent patterns across his chest with her fingers. “It’s just…it’s like…you have to sort of direct what someone else sees, so it’s…putting your images into their eyes without actually seeingthrough their eyes, so you don’t know if it’s actually working, you just kind of have to hope for it, and I can’t figure out when it is working so then I get distracted and the whole thing pretty much falls apart.”

“It’s a skill Demonics covers as well.” Cerberus kisses the top of her head, draping an arm across her as he drops the papers in his lap.

Kia stares at him, taken aback. “You can do this?!”

“Well, I don’t use it widely, nor is it my forte, but…”

“Oh, oh, oh! Want to take my Test for me?” Kia gives him a playful entreating look. “Just, I don’t know, shapeshift or something. Is that a thing? You can do that, right? I’ll let you wear whatever you like. Oh my god, I bet you’d be super-hot as me.”

Cerberus collapses into laughter, and she laughs with him, her heart warming as it always does when he loses himself to delight, and particularly now, with him unwell. She repositions herself to settle beside him, kissing him tenderly as she does so, and picks up the papers in one hand, resting her other hand on his thigh. “Alright, alright, okay, I know. I’ll take my own stupid Test. It’s mostly Vampirism specific, anyway. But still…” A devilish grin darts across her face and she bats her eyelashes at him with exaggerated flirtation. :Super-hot.:

Smiling, Cerberus looks down and shakes his head in an ill-advised move that brings about yet another stark reminder of the throbbing sinus headache he’s only just managed to almost forget. He winces slightly and does his best to ignore it. Claiming the honeyed tea from the bedside tray, he reheats it with a touch, and takes a sip. “Well, darkling,” he says, “perhaps not quite that, um…absolute, but I certainly owe you any favours I can offer at this point, so if you’ll allow me—” He kisses her forehead. “—to revisit a request that you once asked of me… Drop your Protect.”

Kia’s eyes widen and she looks up at him, confused, curious. “Why? Do you even need me to?”

“No, love, technically I don’t. But I’d prefer to have your consent, if you’ll give it.”

“For what? I mean, sure, of course, babe, but…”

And then Kia loses her words, struck voiceless, astonished, and reaches her hand out to feel for a bed that is no longer there, finding instead only the soft moss and verdure of a rainforest glade, the gentle sensation of vivid greenery under her touch; lush, thick and rampant plantlife above her, beneath her, beside her, in sensory undeniability. She turns rapidly, looking everywhere around her, unable to comprehend what’s happening even as the very atmosphere changes, the dark, thick, wet scent of fernery, pines, rich soils, and peat surrounding her, immersive and entirely real, solid, incontrovertible. The sky darkens to gunmetal greyblue, stormclouded and windswept, and the crash of distant thunder seems to vibrate the air itself. Sky? But there can’t be sky. Where’s the…where’s the ceiling? What…

“Honey?” she asks, questioning, her own voice feeling like a foreignness, seeking her love who isn’t where he had been mere seconds ago, and she runs her hand along the bark of a nearby tree, one of several, the texture rough and actual, definite. She pushes it, pushes harder; it does not yield. The thunder echoes again, muted but resonant, a certainty, and the heavy cloudcover darkens with it, bringing further shadow to the dell. Shifting her position and reaching for familiarity does nothing to transform the verdant rolling hills back into the furniture she knows so well – oak and cast iron and ornate fabric lost to, consumed by, this wilderness she’s breathing. The landscape stretches out endless and impossibly vast; bedroom walls stay invisible, dissolved. There are no hard angles. No corners. Thunder once more but softer, as if moving away. Wisps of phosphorescence dartdance across thickets and brush, phantasmal. She curls her toes against some lichen at her feet.

:Know this, love,: Cerberus Mindsends almost as if in echo, in memory, to the bone, and Kia spins around to face him, seated beside her but on the opposite side to where she last saw him, dressed as if for a fog-covered moorside in a thick cable-knit sweater and fleecelined suede coat, which she knows is not possible this is not possible it cannot be possible how can he do this how can anyone oh my god definitely not reality but still the only tangible perception she can make, and she isn’t at all sure she can speak to him and she tries to see what she knows to be real, where she knows she must be sitting, but she simply can’t, and she plucks a honeysuckle flower off a nearby creeping vine that has to be fictitious and yet it somehow isn’t, marvelling as she turns it over in her hands, touching its petals, breathing its sweet perfume.

“You’re extraordinary,” she whispers, tears in her eyes.

:Close your eyes a moment, darkling, and immerse. Remember this. Understand this.:

And feeling the reassuring touch of his hand on hers, she closes her eyes as requested, reopening them after just a brief time to see again the bedroom that she’d logically known she’d never left, only then consciously recognising that he could not have taken her hand in that way from where she’d thought she’d seen him last, and she gazes up at him, open-mouthed in astonishment, for the shortest of moments before reaching up to trace her fingers along the contours of his face, almost as if to confirm his existence. “How are you even…” she murmurs in wonder, before calling herself back to reality somewhat.

She takes a moment to rebalance, breathes deeply, recentering. “Okay.” She exhales slowly. “Alright. Okay, that was…wow, that was completely amazing and… I love you but that was… If that’s what I’m meant to do… I mean, I could feel it. I held a flower. Fuck, babe. I have enough trouble even getting an image to form. A single image. You…you made a world. There’s no way I can do that.”

“You most certainly can, love,” counters Cerberus, “and, in fact, will. Should bring you up to a Level 8 grading, I’d imagine.” He presses his index finger then the back of his hand against his nose, frowning a little at a building itch, sniffling. “Excuse me. You just, um…recall the memory, enter in and redirect, adjusting for context. You’ll only be working with mortal capacity for resistance, also, if I recall the Vampirism protocol for this sort of thing correctly, so it sh…should be…” His breath hitches, the returning urgency stealing his sentence; he excuses himself with haste and turns from Kia, succumbing desperate, heavy, absolute. “AhhHEHTSSCHuu!”

“Bless you!”

He raises an index finger and gives the briefest shake of his head, brow creased, and frozen in thrall to the crescendo of oncoming need; he takes an imposed moment, expectant, and another, inhaling shallow scissored twice and over, then deep, deeper still.

And again.

“hh-HH… Hh-TSSCHhuu!”

And oh he does not want to concede, but again.

“HMPTch! HHKTchu!” His attempt at resistance proves no contest against the still insistent, overwhelming tickle, and he gives over completely this time, abandoning any further fight. “Hh-TSSCH-uu! ah-hh… AHHTSSCHUU! Ah, gods.”

Kia’s own breath comes a touch uncertain too as she purrs a honeytoned, “Bless you, sweetheart.”

Cerberus exhales tiredly, pushes silken ebony disorder back from his face with one hand while claiming several tissues with the other. “Thanks, love,” he murmurs, adding a sotto voce curse or two about the entire situation. “Pardon me.” He blows his nose, a little more gingerly now, sniffles again and sighs, repeats the process. Ridiculous.

A thought suddenly occurs to Kia that piques her interest far too much to not to ask it. “So, um…what would have happened if you’d sneezed during that whole…you know, ‘the bedroom is a forest now’ performance?”

Cerberus wipes his nose a final time before vaporising the latest used tissue collection. He chuckles quietly, clears his throat. “You’d best tell me, I think.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t, though. I would have…” Kia breaks off, examines her beloved’s expression with wary sidelong glance, considering whether there was any chance of...

No. With a faint scoff, she rejects the possibility, positive, confident. “No, you did not. There’s no way I don’t hear that.”

“If you say so, love.”

She frowns. “You’re right here. I am next to you in the bed.”

“Yes, it’s wonderful.” He flashes her a candid, disarming smile. “My favourite thing.”

Laughing, Kia pushes him in play. “Well, mine too, sweetheart, but that’s not what I meant and you know it,” she says before returning to her point. “You did not sneeze during that, though. No way. It just isn’t… Nope. You’re teasing me.”

“Well.” Cerberus once again brings newly steaming heat to the cup of tea with a touch, the very slightest of smiles crossing his face. “I admit that thunder is rather a cliché, but I didn’t have a great deal of time to consider intricacy of plot.”

“You di… But…” Kia stares at him in complete bafflement. “How?!”

“Illusion, darkling.” He stretches an idle arm across her shoulders, presses a kiss to her temple. “This is how it works.”

“Are you serious?!” Kia shakes her head in amazement. “God, do I even know what reality is?!” She gives a half laugh of incredulity, simultaneously astounded and utterly unsurprised at the variety of skills her beloved seems able to just call to command at will. “Okay, okay, and…so now because you…set me up, is that right, I can just, what, do that now? Oh. Ohh, whoa now, wait a second. Hang on.” She gives him a sly look, comprehension dawning. “Did you just do my homework for me?”

Cerberus laughs softly, a little darkly. “Consider it a crash course. Anyway, I know that you are in fact highly skilled in…not unrelated areas. I certainly know you can direct events. Your truly…outstanding talent with Immerse and Possess proves it. I suspect you just weren’t sure where to begin in this case.” He gives her a gentle smile. “You have an advantage, love. You should use it.”

Kia smiles back. “Oh, I’ll use you alright. I mean, use it.” She winks, laughing again. “I liked your mountain man look, by the way. Do you even have a cable-knit sweater?"

Cerberus raises an eyebrow. "What? You dressed me in a sweater?"

“I dressed you? What?"

“My direction only goes so far, darkling. Illusion involves a great deal of obfuscation, but it’s not a complete taking over. Some parts of it are nothing more than guidance, suggestions. And certain aspects are – I assure you – entirely of your own creation." He looks at her in nonplussed bemusement. “Really? Cable knit?”

“Navy blue, with a tan suede jacket,” Kia specifies with haughty precision before dissolving into laughter anew and doubly at the expression on his face. "I guess that’s what you get for setting everything in a forest. Come on, I was thematically accurate, at least.” She wipes away tears of laughter before meeting his gaze with conviction, points at him as if delivering an unarguable truth. “You looked hot as fuck, incidentally."

“I feel I’ve learnt something entirely new about you tonight,” Cerberus remarks, smiling briefly at her before suddenly turning away again, a couplet of fierce, unstoppable sneezes almost catching him unprepared absolutely, and he apologises with haste. “Hh-TSSCHH-uu! Ah-TSSCHH-uu! Goddamn it. *snf!* I have had more than entirely enough of this.” He sharply pulls another pair of tissues from the box, blows his nose again, immolates them afterwards with a burst of flame rather more emphatic than required.

“Aw, bless you, hon.” Kia tuts softly, strokes his hair back from his eyes, moves to sit across his lap, facing him. She traces a finely manicured nail down his neck, across his shoulder. “You know,” she nearwhispers, her tone softly teasing, “it wouldn’t kill you to wear a sweater once in a while.”

“I’m really not…”

Kia leans closer, purrs as if sharing the wickedest of secrets. “Denim jeans too.”

:Gods, love, who are you?: Cerberus Mindsends in shadowsnarl as he wraps a strong arm around his bonded and draws them together, claiming her mouth and kissing her with fire palpable.

:You know me, sweetheart.: With deft touch and feline grace, slightest shrug, Kia allows her negligee to smoothly fall away, returning her beloved’s kiss perfervid, wanting, infusing her reciprocal Mindsend with the same.

:Your favourite thing.:

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