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sordidmusings · 1 year ago

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Switching Up Roles - Part 2/2 (Buggy x Reader)

A/N: gif relevant cuz this mf gets his hand privileges revoked 💀 I have finally finished it QuQ getting Buggy to admit his sub desires to you for anon is here! I really hope it is what you wanted and that you enjoy 🤍 there's lots of filth but there's also a lot of them being sweet dorks together and painfully in love because I couldn't help myself whoops

Word Count: ~8.5k

Warnings: feminine leaning afab!reader (no pronouns), NSFW my dude, very sub side of switch!Buggy, face sitting, oral (both receiving), light restraining, praise, degradation, edging, p in v, creampie, brat taming im p sure (Buggy doesn't mean to be a brat, petulance is just in his soul), takes a little to get to the sex but then it just keeps happening lol

Enjoy turning the clown into even more of a hot mess 🤡

Part 1

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Buggy is, for once, at the door to your shared room, kicking off his shoes for the night, right when the last colors of sunset begin to fade and no later. His hat is pulled off and thrown with little care for where it lands and his gloves are yanked off and flung away. He stomps over to where you sit on the bed with heavy feet, plops you fully onto the bed with a complaining grunt, and flops his full weight on top of you with spread limbs. You would be chastising him right now, but all the air left your lungs when he belly-flopped you into the mattress. A few forceful breaths re-inflate your lungs, but by the time you have your words prepared, Buggy is finished with his prolonged and dramatic sigh, and he greets you with a “heya, sweetcheeks” that barely makes it out of the comforter engulfing his face.

Gods, you love this silly little man.

“Hello, lovebug,” you reply with a fond giggle. “I’d ask how you’re doing but the dramatic entrance told me everything.”

Another complaining grunt is his response.

“Sounds about right. How about this?” You shimmy yourself a touch so you can fully move your arms and slither them under his coat. Your fingers touch his sides before sweeping in and trailing next to his spine all the way up his back. You dig them in just enough to create resistance then you drag them all the way back down to the small of his back. You feel his shiver in your own body and bask in his happy sigh. “How about you let me take care of you tonight? You really need to spend some time relaxing before your body falls to pieces that won’t listen to you anymore. I don’t wanna have to put you together like a figurine again; you don’t come with assembly instructions.”

Something that sounds like “needing a waxing” vibrates into the mattress.

“You’re gonna have to repeat that one, Bubs.”

With a huff to let you know what an absurd effort you’re making him go through, Buggy turns his head to lay with his mouth next to your ear. “I said ‘sleep is relaxing’, dumbass.”

You easily ignore his toothless insult. You begin massaging the muscles under your hands on his lower back to ease him up some more. “Well, yeah, and that’s why I want to help you sleep like the dead.”

Ever a man with his mind frolicking in the gutter, Buggy gets some new found pep. He breaks out the rough whisper he knows you love to say, “And how do you plan on doing that, sweet treat?”

You turn to him and inch in close enough to speak against his lips, “Why waste time telling you when I can show you?”

Buggy’s pressing his lips to yours before you finish the final word. The kiss is full of ease with its slow rhythm and syrupy movements. You pull back to tease his lips with a brush of your own and take a moment to savor breathing the same air. Buggy won’t let you stop for long; his impatience for your touch always becomes all consuming after he gets that first taste. He’s still gaining more energy back and using it to put more strength into his movements. He props himself up on one elbow and his opposite hand slides over to palm the base of your skull. His thumb brushes the sensitive skin behind one ear and his fingers easily reach to the other, leaving you completely at his control. He gently sucks your bottom lip before giving it a hungry nip, and it comes back to you that you’re supposed to be leading this night somewhere.

When you go to pull away, Buggy’s hand keeps you exactly where he wants you. He responds to your attempted escape by teasing his tongue between your lips. This man clearly knows how weak you are for him, because you couldn’t keep yourself from deepening the kiss if you tried. Why would you ever deny yourself these moments where you could taste each other’s want on the smooth slide of tingling tongues? Wait. No. Focus.

“C’mon, gorgeous,” he breathes out in response to another attempt to pull back, this one weaker. “Don’t you wanna be my good little slut?” You let out a high-pitched moan into his mouth at that, internally cursing him for being so hot. “I need my cock-hungry pretty baby to make me feel good. Didn’t you want to be my cocksleeve? My little toy to fuck whenever and however I want?”

Yes, yes you did. You loathe your past self for giving him that ammunition to use against you right now. Without meaning to, you spread your legs fully, making space for his hips to shimmy flush to your center. He rewards you with firm grinds of the thick bulge straining against his pants. His movements are unhurried, letting you focus on every moment and the way his cock drags on your heat, reminding you of every time it had you drunk on pleasure before. The promise it gives you is mouthwatering. You realize that you may have miscalculated. You had thought his brain would be too fried from the week to use your soft spots against you, but here he is, getting you wet and pliant with one deep kiss and some choice words. What a bastard.

You try pulling away again and are met with the same result. Fine then.

Buggy squawks and flinches back when you pinch his side. He splits at the waist to keep his lower half on you and floats his upper body out of your attack range. The look he gives you is absolutely seething, but you would not be moved. You remain unimpressed.

“I did pull back multiple times. What if I had to sneeze and you made me headbutt you?” you reason, knowing it was too obvious that you were enjoying yourself to pretend otherwise. The way your legs are still happily hooked around his hips would be all the argument he needs against you.

“You always do those little prep inhales and reel back like you’re getting an exorcism. Would’ve given me plenty of time to get out of the line of fire,” Buggy grouses, crossing his arms to give you his most petulant pout.

You make an exaggerated gasp and distort your voice to sound tearful when you say, “I thought you loved me for my dramatic sneezes! Have you been lying to me this whole time?”

“Every. single. day,” he deadpans.

“And here I was,” you begin, shoving his legs off and standing from the bed, “Ready to play doting housewife for you and undress you with kisses and massages and love!” You turn your back to him to really sell the soap opera scene. Using the word “love” may have been a little bit underhanded; you both have been skittering around saying your first “I love you”s, only daring to use the weighted word indirectly. Even so, it was always easy to see how hearing the word from your lips would make him forget everything else and seek another hit of it from you.

“Aw come on, baby,” he draws out, already switching from pouting brat to placating lover. “We can still do that right?”

There is a lot of frantic rustling behind you. You peek at him over your shoulder, only allowing yourself to turn enough to see him in the corner of your eye. He is popped back together and is sitting up on his knees. He had skooched himself to the edge of the bed right behind you, where he is now giving you his best puppy dog face. You’re able to hold out just long enough for him to start wondering if your anger was all play before you spin around and chirp, “Only if you make a deal with me!”

Buggy flings himself back out on the bed and groans, “Fiiiiiiiiine.”

“It’s one you’ll like, I promise,” you soothe. You ease Buggy to sit up at the edge of the bed, laughing at the way he’d sway too far into whichever direction you pulled him, staying just one step removed from going dead weight. Once he’s settled into his spot, you take a moment to examine him. It doesn’t go unnoticed to you that his back is hunched forward under the weight of his exhaustion. Though his eyes are playful, they also hold dark bags, which peek out around his makeup. Your heart aches for him. Even when he is overworked and needing sleep, he’s taking the time to goof around with you and listen to your requests. You’d make sure he had the best sleep of his life tonight. You’d get him all clean and cozy and ready for bed and then you’d make him cum so hard that his brain blue screens. Truly a proper recipe for a good night’s rest.

“How’d you take off your gloves at the door but not your coat?” you ask, pushing said coat off his strong shoulders. He helps you by pulling out his arms. While your eyes admire any new skin exposed to you, Buggy keeps his eyes on your face.

“Can’t feel you through the gloves,” he explains. Oh, wow, that’s actually really sweet- “You ever try to enjoy tits and ass through fabric? Doesn’t work as well.”

You puff out an exasperated laugh. Yep, there’s your Buggy.

Before you move on to take off his scarf, you brush your fingertips along his neck and jaw to enjoy the warmth of his skin and the scratch of his stubble. Once the cloth is gone, you begin using your lips instead. He reaches out to hold your hips in a practiced welcome when you settle into his lap. Anywhere your kissing moves, Buggy opens himself up to your touch. You nose his jaw up for his head to fall back and kiss your way along his pulse. Your hand comes up to support the other side of his neck, your thumb admiring the shape of his adams apple. Your other hand hooks into his shirt’s collar and pulls it aside for more access. By the time you follow his collarbone to his shoulder, your kisses are open-mouthed, sucking and licking at his skin. When you move back over to the base of his neck, you feel his throat bob from a heavy swallow then vibrate under your thumb with his pleased hum.

Eager kisses lead you up to his ear, which you greet with a nip. Pulling back, you blow cool air on him to light up the damp trail you left behind. While your lips explore him, his hands explore you. They had started at your hips and are now massaging indulgently at your chest. Like everything else, the motion is not rushed, which perfectly compliments the teasing way he thumbs your nipples through your shirt.

After a sweet kiss to his temple, you undo his bandana, exposing his beautiful blue hair. You guide his head down to rest against your sternum so you can more easily take out the pins and ties keeping his hair in place. Buggy hums in pleasure from the relief in his scalp once his waves of long hair all fall free. You help soothe it further by massaging your fingers from the nape of his neck, around to temples, up to crown, and back down again. You always love when you can play with his hair; it’s become covetously soft in your care and you’ve become addicted to the faint smell of shampoo topped with ocean spray that came from it.

Buggy’s hands move from your chest so he can wrap you in a loose hug. He mindlessly massages your lower back and ass while you tend to him. The break from your kissing lets him regain enough thought to ask, “You gonna let me know about the terms I’ve agreed to or am I supposed to start guessing?”

You give him a sweet giggle and kiss the top of his head. While moving on to unclasp his many belts, you reply, “If you insist then I guess I’ll tell you.” Even his shirt has belts, what is this? Yeah, they look nice, but each one is one more step between you and getting him naked. “What you’re gonna do-” you don’t miss his shiver at the sternness in your tone “-is lay there and enjoy what I give you.” You soften up just a touch. “I’m here to make you feel better. I need you to trust that.”

“Of course I do,” he says, almost offended. He earns a kiss with the ease and earnestness of his response.

Finally, all the belts are undone and his shirt is opened. Buggy pops his arms off so you can easily push it off of him without the rest of his body moving an inch. He reassembles while your hands work on touching every new stretch of skin. You’d never tire of feeling his abs twitch under your touch or tracing the contours of his body. You get bolder, scratching pink lines through the light texture of his blue chest hair. It matches his stubble in a handsome blue, slightly darker than the hair on his head.

With a grip on his hair, you ease Buggy’s head off of your chest. He moans at the pull of it on his tender scalp and hopes you think it's from discomfort. The way you turn your hand so it pulls firmer, earning more sounds, lets him know he’s not fooling you. He finds that he doesn’t care when he sees the appraising look you’re giving him.

Now that he’s sat up, you get back to work on marking him up. There’s a gentle, tingling scratch of hair against the skin of your face while you work him over. Buggy is slowly and surely falling apart between your dominating hand and worshiping lips. Where before he felt the need to muster the energy to meet you for pleasure, he is now surrendering to let you control when and how he feels it. He lets himself lean into your grip and keeps himself relaxed, only moving his hips in mindless grinds. Having this man offer you free access to himself is winding you up quickly. You needed to get this moving along. You could take all the time you wanted soon. After smearing a few more kisses across his chest, you get up to work on getting him out of his pants.

“Come on, Bugs, let’s get you out of the rest of those clothes,” you coo, moving back to stand in front of him.

“You want me naked~” Buggy taunts in a singsong voice like a schoolyard bully, giving you the cheekiest grin. He holds out his arms (making grabby hands of course) for you to pull him up. With a sturdy heave, you get the sleepy clown back on his feet.

“You’ve found me out,” you whisper in fake shame. “Whatever will I do?”

“Well, toots, you can buy my silence with kisses,” he offers.

After giving many quick kisses all over his face, many with exaggerated “mwah!”s to get more giggles out of him, you move on to his pants. Buggy stays quiet and pliant while you undid them and pull them down to his ankles, following them down to the floor. You are happy to see that familiar bulge more clearly while he’s just in his boxers. You kiss along his length through them, making it twitch eagerly. His hand comes to rest on your head, letting you know how much he wants you to stay there. You look up at him, making eye contact, before pulling back and pulling his boxers down to join his pants. You think it’s cute the way his breath still catches from seeing you like this. It’s also cute the way his hands move to your shoulders to help him balance while you take off his pants and boxers then pull each sock off of his feet.

Buggy settles himself to recline on the pillows at the head of the bed, legs crossed at the ankles and hands behind his head. He eats up the way your eyes scrape over every inch of his spread out body. It isn’t lost on him the way your eyes always gravitate towards the prize laying heavy on his stomach, highlighted by a deep blue happy trail and trimmed curls. “Your turn, sweet cheeks,” he prompts.

“Not so fast,” you say, turning away from him and going to grab some items on the dresser. You turn back holding out a cloth and bowl of water to answer Buggy’s raised brow. He is not happy with your answer.

“Come ooooon,” he complains. “Aren’t you used to the makeup by now?”

“Yeah, I thought that was obvious,” you respond, gesturing to the marks he’s left on your face and chest. “But our skin will be happier without it and you’ll feel better sleeping clean and without a whole stage show’s paint on your pillow.”

“But I want you on me now,” he growls. Okay that greedy tone almost won you over, but you could use his weak spots too.

“I also..” you had wanted to only play shy but found that the feeling became genuine. “I also want to see you bare faced tonight.” Buggy narrows his eyes so you continue. “Don’t get me wrong, the makeup is sexy - like obviously, you’ve seen how I get - but you’re handsome without it too. And sometimes all I wanna see is you.”

He relents easily, trying to hide the blush that burns up his cheeks and down his neck. You reward him by making very quick progress of getting him fresh faced and cleaning the smears off of your own face and body, before moving onto your clothes.

You’d like to say that you were sexy in the way that you stripped yourself, but the reality is that you were quick and unchoreographed in your rush to get back to Buggy. He’d never complain though; there’s already plenty of your mouth watering strip teases filed away in his mind. There was also a rush in knowing how quickly you want to touch him again. And in the way the rush has your tits and ass jiggling.

Buggy reaches out to welcome you back into his lap, but is blindsided when you move to grab and spread his ankles instead. The way you crawl in between his legs is slow and maddening. Where’s that impatience that had you tearing off your clothes? Buggy can’t lie, he does love the way you’re kissing up his legs and the way it lets him savor how your body moves and curves. His worn body and thumping heart are addicted to the way you’re touching him. The problem is that he’s having trouble thinking of anything beyond the way his cock throbs angrily at the lack of attention.

The whispers, nips, and kisses that you layer on his thighs stay just on the right side of ticklish. Buggy’s hands follow your movements, brushing into your hair and tugging gently whenever you find a particularly sensitive spot. You keep at it until his thighs are twitching and jumping to your touch and he’s lost control of the pace of his breath. It’s only then that you begin teasing his cock with soft lips and cold blown air. You mix in firm, sedate licks to keep hinting at the relief your mouth could bring.

Buggy detaches his hands and begins to trail them down your sides. He’s hoping that playing you with his fingers would urge you along. Beyond that, he needs to feel how slick and warm you are and get his mind ready for the feeling that would soon slide over his aching cock by sinking his fingers into your plush grip. You quickly stop his plot by plopping your hips flush to the bed so that he can get no further than groping your ass.

“Ah ah ah, I didn’t say you could touch me yet,” you reprimand. Buggy whines back at you and you nip his upper inner thigh. “Hands,” you command, holding your own out. Even with his protests, he detaches his hands and floats them to your own. You link your fingers together with his then shove his hands down into the mattress, leaning your weight on them.

With him disarmed, you focus back to winding him up. Taking his head into your mouth, you begin swirling your tongue. Buggy manages to keep his hips from pushing more of him into you, but they shake with the effort. You turn your head to the side and begin massaging his head into the inside of your cheek, careful to keep your teeth off of him. He bites out curses and looks down at you to burn the image of your cheek bulging from his cock into his mind forever. He begins to let his hips lead the movements pressing out your cheek, so you pull him back out of your mouth.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” Buggy pleads. He needs to keep feeling you or he’s sure he’ll go insane.

“I didn’t hear you say please,” you snark at him. He starts chanting the word for you in hopes to fix his mistake and earn your mouth back, but you’re already decided on the matter. Instead of sucking on him again, you simply nose around his hips and crotch to tease him, using what you could with your hands occupied restraining him. You found you enjoyed it; he smells strongly of clean skin and sex and the new method of touching him lets your brain notice new details to cherish. “It’s too late, silly clown,” you taunt.

When he can take no more, Buggy detaches an arm and bends it around the back of your neck. He pulls you into him by the crook of his elbow and growls out, “more”. You glare up at him before quickly taking him back into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat, grinding his head there while sucking harshly and gripping his balls.

Buggy yelps out an apology, the sensation way too much to process so suddenly. His arm flies back to him and you ease your grip on him. You soothe him with a few gentle bobs of your head before popping off and leaving a kiss to the soft skin on the underside of his cock. That sharp hit to his nerves chased by the tender touch fogs up his mind.

“I’ll do what you want, please tell me what you want,” he begs.

“What I want-” you’re crawling your way back up his body, “-is for you to be honest with me. Tell me what you’ve been hiding this whole time.”

Buggy’s face scrunches in genuine confusion. “I’m not hiding anything from you.”

“You sure?” you press. You lean towards his lips, which gently part in anticipation of a kiss. The moment before your lips brush, when you feel his stuttered breath, you change course and ghost your lips across his jaw to his ear. “But it would make me so happy if you just told me,” you whisper. “You usually make me feel so good.” You can feel him listening intently. “You don’t want to be good for me?” He stills completely. “Don’t you want to be my good little toy?” His whole body shivers beneath you. You kiss and suck your way down his neck and he leans his head away to give you as much access as possible. “Just say it baby and I’ll make you feel good.”

If you weren’t so busy buried in his neck, you would see the breathtaking mix of apprehension and need flaring in his bright eyes while he debates how to answer you.

“I want you to use me. I-” he trails off and looks away, losing his nerve.

You begin gently petting his hair and placing kisses on the side of his face. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” He looks back at you and his shining eyes and furrowed brow plead for the promise that you’re telling the truth. You give him a firm kiss on the lips, which he eagerly returns with a small suckle to your bottom lip. You pull back to check in, looking into his eyes, before encouraging him again. “Keep going, lovely. I wanna hear it.”

Buggy tenses once more before he seems to let his resistance break and fall out of every muscle, leaving him limp and prone amongst the pillows and sheets. “I want to be your toy - I want you to take charge and do what you want to me. I want.. I want to follow your orders.”

The kiss you gift him is ravenous, and he fills with relief. “You’re so good to me, baby,” you praise, and that relief triples.

You reassuringly squeeze his captive hands and lead your way back down his body with your lips. The transition helps relax him and loosens his mind again. As you get back to your sweet torture, he keeps reaching downward not remembering that his hands aren't there then whining when he doesn’t reach your head. You switch his hands to being clamped between your knees so you can scratch your nails down his thighs, using just enough pressure to leave long pink trails. Taking it further, you move your mouth away from his dick to work across his v-line. Buggy gets more fussy at the lack of attention on his cock, squirming and whimpering below you.

Mouth still busy on his soft skin, you use one hand to palm over his balls to the underside of his dick and curl your hand closed around him, one finger at a time. You angle his cock upright, enjoying the feeling of his precum beginning to trail down across your fingers. Your mouth changed course back closer to him, emptying his mind of any thoughts but “yes, yes, yes-”. He blanks out completely when your blazing hot tongue drags across his balls during a squeeze and a pump of his dick. The relief is short lived when your grip loosens and stills and your mouth leaves him completely. His head snaps down to see why you stopped and he sees that you’re already giving him a malicious smirk. Your eyes stay on his when you pucker your lips to blow on his aching tip. His head snaps back sharply, the movement exaggerated by his hair.

“You’re going so sloooow,” Buggy complains, frustrated. “I thought you were gonna take care of me.” He sounds impressively sulky.

“If you’re not happy with my services,” you start in a measured tone, moving forward until you are nose to nose, “then you can take care of yourself.” His face pales. You look down at his dick in your hand thoughtfully before saying, “Better yet I can just steal your cock and run off to the showers to take care of myself.”

“No!” Buggy wants it to come out like an order but it is definitely an anxious plea.

“Oh, so you’re telling me I can’t?” He shrinks even more under your glare, making you feel powerful.

“Just stay in here, pleeeease, need to see you feel good,” Buggy begs, voice small. “Don’t even need to cum, just need you.”

You aren’t supposed to give in unless on your own time, but knowing that he’s only thinking of your pleasure is making you weak.

“I thought you wanted to be my good little toy and good toys don’t whine and make demands. They are happy with what they’re given if their owners give them anything at all.” He whimpers. “Right now you’re more of a fucking brat.”

“Noooooo,” his broken complaint sounded delicious, but the look on his face was nearing too close to real distress.

“No?” You mock. You look down at him with a condescending pout. Your eyes bore into his, needing to notice every little detail of his next reaction. “Oh, baby, if you’re not a brat then you’re just a pussy-hungry slut.”

Buggy shuts his eyes and moans loudly at your words. The sound of his own voice calling you a cock-hungry slut many times over echoes from his memories. He didn’t think having his own insults turned on him would feel so invigorating. It’s clear to you that that is much more what he wants to be for you. Your slut; not your brat. How sweet. When all his layers are peeled back he only wants to please.

“That’s okay you sick little thing. You just can’t help it, can you?” He shakes his head with those gorgeous, shining eyes pleading at you. “If you’re so hungry, I guess I gotta feed you so you can shut. up.”

Before his mind even realizes that you began moving, you flip around and sit directly on his face. Your strong thighs are clamping his arms down to his sides, leaving his hands to be snatched up in your own again. You’ve positioned yourself so his mouth is at your clit and his nose is teasing your entrance. He gives a thick inhale and presses his tongue out to lap at you with a satisfied moan.

“Much better,” you groan, completely self-satisfied.

You waste no time before you begin rocking your hips. The room fills with the sloppy sounds of him licking and sucking at you, overly enthusiastic about having your pussy in his face.

“Now stick out that tongue for me,” you order, giving him his only warning before you drop much of your weight down to get the best pressure of his tongue, nose, and chin against you. The sensation has you clenching against the surface of his nose, getting it wet. You switch between a few long grinds from cupid’s bow to chin and making sharp circles of your clit on his tongue.

Buggy barely gets any time to fully breathe and he loves it. His head has become a murky swirl of your addicting taste and smell and the lovely sounds of you moaning for him. It sends pleasure prickling through him, making him burn with need, but he’s sure he’d stay on this painful precipice forever if it meant you kept using him to feel good. Buggy’s moans are becoming slurred whines as he gets drunk off your pussy. He was trying so hard to be perfect for you. He would stiffen his tongue to grind back into you or curl the end up for you to use on your clit. He’s ignoring his nerves at having his nose be an active participant, because he feels the way you follow its pressure. His hands are clamped on yours, floating in front of you to give you better leverage to move. He’s done good to not pull either of them away and give his leaking cock the relief it desperately needs. He deserves a reward.

You bring his hands in to place them on your breasts, where they need no direction to start working you. The warm, grounding pressure of them kneading your breasts is broken up by little circles, pinches, and pulls to your nipples that send tingles to your spine and straight down to your clit. Once they’re settled on you, you curl forward to place your head back in front of his red, twitching dick. You put your elbows down by Buggy’s sides and take advantage of the fact that he’s too lost between your legs to notice where you’ve put your face.

Buggy arches and yelps when you blow strong, cold air on his head and tease your fingertips along his Apollo's belt. His utter excitement at your attention shows in his bucking hips and pressing face. His whole body is buzzing with the thought, “I did good!”

“Your mouth is fucking good, perfect for an eager slut” you praise. Buggy keens loudly into you, sending strong vibrations through your pussy. “I’ll have to steal your head as my seat more often.” You flick your tongue on his frenulum, earning a strong twitch. “I’ll hunt you down any time I need to cum and force you down under me,” you promise in a husky voice.

Finally, you slide him into your mouth and moan at the familiar taste and weight and heat. He’s as sensitive as you’ve ever seen him, hips and cock jerking. You tease a hand down to cup his balls and feel them pull tight while his dick starts a familiar pulse, his voice going wild in your ears. Oh?

“Not so fast, stupid doll,” you warn, moving your hand to make a tight ring around the base of his cock. “Thought you could just cum without getting me off first?”

Buggy tries to get out apologies but his mouth is too busy buried in your pussy.

“I’m touching you as a reward. Don’t get greedy,” you scold. Then you’re putting him back in your mouth and he’s sobbing under your cunt. You couldn’t do anything more than light sucking and trailing your hands on him before you’d have to pull back and keep him from cumming. Each time, he’d try to apologize and each time he would look and sound more and more pathetic. By the time you feel the pressure of your own orgasm pulsing throughout your hips, he’s shaking like a leaf.

The crackling complaint Buggy let out when you pulled yourself off of his face was heartbroken. His fingers slipped and pulled as they made their way from your breasts down to your hips, where they weakly tried to pull you back down on him.

“Shhh sweet boy,” you soothed, placing your hands reassuringly over his, “I’m just gonna use your cock now, gotta give that pretty face a break.”

That quickly distracts him from the loss of your touch, if his urgent pleas and raised hips are anything to go by. You get down to his hips and lean forward slightly, gripping firmly onto each of his warm thighs for stability. You admire the lines that twist over them as his muscles move and react to you. Feeling a little bit sadistic, you grip them hard enough to bruise and hover just close enough to his cock so that he feels the heat of you there but only the ghost of your touch.

“Please touch me,” he begs. “So close, need to feel you-”

Buggy continues to babble and you continue to hover, delighting in the way his dick would sometimes jump up to tap your entrance, electrifying both of you. He squirms under the strength and weight of your grasp on his thighs, trying to chase you with his hips. Suddenly, he splits his legs off above your grip and is finally able to grind fully into you, gliding smoothly through the thick mix of slick, spit, and precum between you. An absurdly hot groan rushes out of him, starting as all exhale before morphing into a loud tone supported by a rumble in his chest. Your mind blanks with your own gasping moan before you recenter yourself and let your dead weight drop on him, shoving his hips deeply down into the mattress.

You had angled your hips to save your clit from all pressure but the tap of his balls when they bounced up from the impact, but Buggy was given no such mercy. The first hit between your weight and the bed presses his cock near painfully between the two of you, but he can’t deny the way the feeling sent prickles across his every nerve and the relief after it let up has him baring his teeth in his bid to not cum. Instead of nice grinds, you simply oscillate your weight around your hips to keep giving him too much stimulation but not the right kind.

“Am I not doing good enough for you?” you ask, voice carrying a warning that he better answer properly.

“N-no I love it, I was just-”

“Just what?” you interrupt, hand moving from bruising his thigh to cup his balls, adding to the threat in your tone.

“Couldn’t think! S-sorry, I’m sorry -hhhanh- ” Buggy keeps his apologies streaming because he can’t stop disobeying you - he can’t help making tight little movements of his hips against you to feel more of you.

“Having trouble being the one fucked stupid, little whore?” you goad. “Don’t like being so pussy-whipped you can’t think like a person anymore?”

“I love it,” he moans, fiercer than you expected. “Need it -hahh- need you, I’m yours, need to be yours.”

Fuck, you need to get him inside you; you were too close to cumming empty from hearing him talk like that. You keep the hand on his balls, starting to fondle them, and use the other to line him up with your entrance. You can already feel bliss curling in your toes as his fat head presses at you, but Buggy does the last thing you expect - he pulls back.

“No!” his voice breaks and you whip around, scared that something was wrong. He’s staring at you with wide, wet eyes. “Turn around, please, please, wanna see you.” You relaxed knowing he wasn’t hurt or scared or uncomfortable. He begins to have trouble looking at you, turning his head away shyly and letting some of his hair sweep over to shield his face. “Want you to look at me.”

You’re getting whiplash after being thrown from panic to overwhelmed with affection so quickly. You move slowly and smoothly when you turn yourself around and slink your body down over him. You rest on your elbows and slowly lower your hips back down to him, this time grinding his head against your clit generously. Buggy’s head spins between the fire you’re tending in him and the loving way you hold his face and brush away his hair.

“You sure you can take it, honey?” you ask softly. “You can’t even look at me right now.”

“I can!” he asserts, needing to prove himself to you. He turns his face to yours and flicks his gaze to your eyes and away a few times before he’s able to lock eyes with you. You pet his face and continue your smooth grinding, taking the time to look at him like he wants you to. Buggy’s face is the most beautiful shade of pathetic you’d ever seen; shimmering tear tracks highlight skin that is pink and flushed and damp with sweat. The color of his cheeks brings out the ruby color of his nose and you can’t resist brushing your own nose against it. He tries to flinch back but you follow him. When he turns his face away, you lure him back to you with sweet kisses. When he faces you again, you intensify the stable grinding you’ve kept up to nudge him a little closer to the edge once again.

“So pretty,” you whisper, reverent and honest. Your eyes are looking right into his, seeing him in a way that has him feeling worshiped. Loving fingers map out the structure of his cheekbones and jaw, moving on to chart his lips. They kiss at your fingertips sweetly. “I have the prettiest toy on the seas. Better than any other treasure.”

He perks up at that, giving you a moan and bucking hips.

“You wanna be my treasure?” you ask, getting an immediate, breathy “yes” from him.

“Well I love every bit of my treasures, from their gems to their dents,” you tell him. “After they’ve caught my eye with their beauty, the only thing they need to do to stay my treasures is let me care for every piece of them.” You brush your noses together again, staring at him pointedly. “Can you do that for me?”

There’s real conflict in Buggy’s eyes and you slow your hips to let him think. After a few long breaths, his whole body tenses and he nudges his nose back into yours in a hesitant eskimo kiss.

You turn your head and crash your lips on his in a consuming kiss full of teeth and tongue and praises. You’re bursting with your pride and love from his show of trust and he’s lost in the flood of your acceptance. Your hips are insistent again and, without breaking the kiss, you reach down and, at last, guide his cock into you.

Buggy cranes his head back again, so you switch to sucking and biting his neck. You can’t taste or feel enough of him, he’s not close enough. Even when he’s deep enough to lick at your cervix you need more of him. Even though he’s wedged you open enough for you to feel the pressure of it in your hips. Even though he’s crammed between your legs, ringing in your ears, sinking under your nails, sitting on your tongue, filling your breath - none of it is enough, so you keep taking more from him.

Though his hands have found their way onto your hips countless times, this grip felt foreign. Normally they’d hold firm and sure and guide you to move just how he needs you to. Right now, his grip is somehow tighter even though it’s all pawing and clawing. He has no control on how you fuck him, he’s just desperately trying to hold on for the ride and grasp more you - he’d do absolutely anything if it meant he’d get a single bit closer to you - to knowing nothing in this world other than every inch, every sound, every feeling that you have to offer. And then he’d beg for even more.

“Talk to me, treasure, tell me how you feel,” you urge.

“I -mngh!- I-I feel-” Buggy gasps out. It’s clear he’s trying to listen to you but that pretty little head of his is scrambled. He keeps his foggy eyes on you in an attempt to focus, despite how much they want to roll back behind fluttering lids. He pants and moans a few more times before licking his lips and trying again. “-’s good, so good, s-so -uungh- s’gooooood -hahh-”

“That’s my good man, my perfect treasure, my sweet love,” you coo somewhere between a whisper and a moan. The way he’s stretching you open, rubbing at you with his hot cockhead is fraying your control. The freedom to call him “love” sends flutters through your chest. Buggy is just as desperate for the claim, each time he hears the word a keening whine answers it.

“Please, please, need you to cum,” he pants. “Can’t -hhah- c-can’t-”

“You can and you will.” The command leaves no room for argument.

You’re getting so close, feeling the promise of your release in the tingle of your fingers, the heat searing through your trembling thighs, and the tight gripping in your body all the way from your throat to your pussy. The feelings pulse stronger with each clap of your hips to Buggy, each time his thick cock shoves you open and lights up every buzzing nerve that it rubs through your walls.

“Fuck, love, you can cum.” He feels your lips form the words against his racing pulse. It’s hard to keep track of what you’re saying through the white out in your head and the heat licking through your entire body. Your words rush out desperately, trying to get your scattered thoughts to him through a heavy tongue and a lack of air. “You’re so, so good, feel so good, gonna cum so fucking hard, love it so much, fuck, love how you make me feel so good-”

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you-” he gasps out on loop as his hips stutter and his cock jumps, filling you up. His pathetic thanks and the feeling of him releasing into you send you over the edge and everything burns so good. Your body involuntarily bucks and trembles on him for a few seconds where you have no say. You find yourself caving into him under the weight of your clenching muscles. Every clench of your cunt around him feels long and gripping and lets your swollen walls feel him with a little more detail. You make small, slow circles of your hips to wring out his climax, which seems never ending. Rush after rush of hot cum fills you until it’s spilling back into his lap, but his hands still encourage your movements and his body still shakes and trembles and he still babbles praises into your shoulder. Even when the aftershocks are settling to fewer and further between, he lets out a pathetic whine any time you stop moving in an attempt to give him some respite. After indulging him in another minute of overstimulation, you slowly lift off of him, receiving an upset groan. You hush him with trailing hands and sweet kisses, which he happily returns.

When his breathing is finally steady, you take a moment to check him over. His face is so relaxed he actually looks knocked out, but he does hum in response to your light squeeze on his shoulder. Buggy’s lashes have always been beautiful, but they look especially nice sending shadows across his cheek bones. His hair is a wild mess around him, and it feels silky between your fingers when you detangle it. His broad chest is still moving a bit fast with his breath, but each rise is a bit larger and longer. You admire the way his breathing moves the red spots and pink streaks decorating him, especially enjoying their contrast to his blue chest hair. His throat bobbing on a heavy swallow points your attention back upwards, and you admire the way his dark stubble makes his jaw even sharper. A little higher, you notice how red and swollen his lips are and how shining tear tracks dry across his face. You’d never seen him so fucked out. It looks gorgeous on him.

Since Buggy is calm and settling, it’s time to get up and clean you both up a bit. This time he communicates his displeasure at your absence with a petulant grunt. You turn back with a raised brow to sass him but break out in laughter instead when you see he couldn't even muster the energy to turn his head toward you. You don’t think this man has even opened his eyes since before he came.

“Don’t worry, love, I’m just getting a towel to clean up.”

A begrudging grunt.

Good enough.

After quickly taking care of yourself, you reappear with a warm, damp towel. The moment Buggy feels your weight back on the bed, he musters all of his remaining strength and pulls you on top of him. You giggle while he grumbles something into your shoulder.

“One more time, Bugs.”

He sighs like you are the most unreasonable person he has ever met, and you laugh at the deja vu you’re feeling. His lips move up to your ear and you hum happily at the tingles his breath leaves behind. “You took too long.”

You roll your eyes. “Sorry, your highness. Just trying to make sure we don’t wake up sticky in a puddle. Now come on, it’s your turn.”

On the third attempt to pull back, he finally lets you go (with yet another grumble) and you set to work on wiping him down. You begin with his face, enjoying the hum he lets out at the light warmth in the soft cloth, and move down to his neck. You spend a little bit of extra time on his shoulders and chest, massaging between swipes of the towel. He obnoxiously flings each arm at you when you are ready for them, just to hear you laugh another time. He enjoys the emptiness of his head while you move to his calves and work your way up. On his thighs and stomach, you sprinkle sweet kisses that leave his heart feeling gooey. He falls in love with you all over again when you blow a raspberry on his side to rouse him once he gets too close to dozing off.

He thinks he is all out of aftershocks until he is savoring the last few when you finish cleaning him up. You leave a loving kiss on the sensitive skin just inside his hip bone, before standing up, again to a groan. Buggy was always touchy after sex (and honestly touchy in general; you’re surprised he doesn’t demand you to hold a detached hand at all hours) but this is something else. It has you thinking of how much you crave his affirming touch whenever he is pushy or rough with you during sex. You’re both lucky that you find his pouting endlessly endearing. Grabbing the blankets that had fallen from the foot of the bed, you finally make your way back to him.

“Took you long enough.” Buggy’s words are bratty, but his tone is sweet and starstruck. He’s making sure to enjoy the last bit of seeing you clearly before you turn off the light.

“Fine - next time I’ll throw you a towel and go find a clean hammock for myself,” you tease. “That should be much quicker.” You plop onto the bed next to Buggy, jostling him, and you fluff the blankets out over the two of you.

“Noooooooooo,” he whines. “You’d leave me to fend for myself like that? I’d die.” Even with the dark, the way you two move to intertwine is coordinated and sure, played out many times before.

“I’m pretty sure there’s cryptid in your bloodline; you should do just fine with survival,” you laugh, snuggling deeper into him. As always, a deep inhale of him (saltwater, spices, leather, smoke, musk) has you immersed in your safe space. “Aren’t you the self-proclaimed untamable man, oh great Captain Buggy?”

“I’ve been domesticated-” you guffaw “-and it’s all your fault so you need to take some responsibility for your actions.”

You settle your laughter and look to meet his gaze. By now your eyes have adjusted just enough for you to see the moonlight from the porthole reflecting in his eyes. The unguarded affection you spot in them stalls your breath.

“Okay.” The word promises much more than he had asked. The meaning seems to reach him, because he holds you just that much closer and plants a lingering kiss to the top of your head.

The brushing of the waves on the thick wooden sides of the ship guides your breath to deepen. The creaking of wooden boards and distant thunking of feet on the deck comfort you with their familiarity. Buggy is just barely hanging onto consciousness, trying to keep his fingers tracing nonsense patterns on your skin. The last things your mind holds onto are the warmth seeping from Buggy’s body, the gentleness of those calloused fingertips, and the sleepy slur of his tender mumble.

“Goodnight, my brightest star.”

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bangthemsonyeondamn · 2 months ago

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♥︎𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍♥︎ᝰ 𝑱𝑱𝑲

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 12.6k

Genre: Married Couple, Some light BDSM, Light dom/sub, Mature Audience Only.

Summary: Both are absolutely in love with each other but he thinks she deserves better so OC just get's angry and umm yeah, punishes him (they both want it). dorks in love who are whipped for each other, Jungkook loves to yap & blushes a lot. here he is from a poor background married to a very rich women and he feels insecure. he loves to argue and rile up his wife, his wife has a thing for calling him her "husband". she calls him her perfect man and remembers every slight thing he mentions. Soft Dom wife who is ready to do anything her husband asks him to and he get's angry because she's "too damn loyal" to him.

Warning: Mentions of alcohol, candle wax, blindfold, gag, flogging, riding crop, handcuffs.

IF UNCOMFORTABLE WHILE READING KINDLY SCROLL AWAY :)

Jungkook is your husband of 2 years. You married him because you fell for him first and proposed to directly marry, he was shocked and on the moon because he did have a crush on you back then. It took him multiple dates to agree to marry you. Both of your parents didn't agree because according to them you don't belong with each other, well you think otherwise cause he is the perfect one for you.

Your parents think he's just with you for money and his parents think you're too controlling for their son. There were really limited people in your wedding unlike your sister's which you and Jungkook got an invite to, well your sister only invited you knowing damn well you're married and won't go anywhere without your husband.

Some people just stare at him and don't even approach him even though they know he is the husband of one of the most influential personalities. When people speak to you, they ignore him like he is not even there or straight up insult him saying "if you need a job, call me I have a position for you".

You get fed up with them and you both sit in the corner while the ceremony comes to an end almost. Jungkook sits next to you while holding back tears he holds your hand

"I can't stand hearing that," he said in a whisper.

You squeeze his hand for some support because you know how toxic your family is, they put a facade of being kind to the world. sometimes you think you're like that too, you only care about Jungkook and yourself that's it.

"Let's go" he takes your hand and starts walking with you. once you were away from everyone, he looked at you, holding back tears "d-do you still love me?"

"hun I only love you no one else" As soon as he heard that he hugs you tight not wanting to let you go.

"I love you so much" he whispered in your ear.

"My baby please calm down" you rub his back for support.

He holds you tighter not wanting to let you go, his heart is racing "I hate them so much"

"Me too"

He looks at you, his eyes are a little red. "I hate the way they look at me, they treat me like I'm just a bug"

"Do you want to eat out in a hotel?" you said distracting him because you don't want to stay in the wedding and stress him out.

He nods "please" he said in a whisper still holding onto you, not wanting to let go

You hail a taxi, he is still holding onto you tightly, you can see that he is shaking a little and still holding back tears. "baby you can cry just make sure to take deep breaths okay so you don't choke"

He nods, and after taking a deep breath he starts crying quietly, his tears stream down his face, he buries his face against your shoulder, the sobs are shaking his shoulders. he keeps holding onto you, his fists clenching your shirt, his head buried in your shoulder, his body still shaking as he cries. You can hear him faintly muttering I'm sorry's and I love you's in between sobs.

"I love you always remember"

you answer him. He tightens his grip on you as you say that, crying even harder.

"I love y-you too" he managed to say in between sobs, his breathing and shaky. "promise you'll never leave me...please" he said, his voice shaky, looking up at you, his eyes red and tear filled, his fingers still clenching your shirt.

"I'll die but won't leave, okay? you said rubbing his back so he calms down. He nods, he hugs you tighter and buries his face against your chest, still crying, you can hear him mumbling "I love you" over and over again like a chorus. he leans up and rests his forehead against yours, his face wet with tears, he takes breaths, his voice is shaky, but he manages to speak. "please don't ever leave me, please...you're the only light in my life"

"You have to promise me as well" you said and intertwine your fingers.

Holding your face in his shaky hands "I promise I won't. I wont, ever, ever, leave you, I promise" he said, his voice still shaky from crying.

"I swear I'll find you okay?" you said and left soft kissing on the back of his palm. He nods, holding you close "promise me? You'll always find me no matter what"

"No matter what" you whispered in his ear.

"And I'll do the same for you" he said quietly, hugging you tighter, you feel his tears trickle down his face again. He buries his face against your chest again, breathing shakily "promise me" he repeated again, his grip on you tightens.

"I promise my gguk" hearing you call him 'my gguk' makes his heart beat faster, he clings onto you even tighter, and nods "I promise too, my love"

"Let's go?"

He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself down, still clinging onto you though "yeah, let's go. I want cuddles" forgetting about eating.

"After eating" you remind him that you're going to a hotel not home.

He finally lets go of you "yes, food, then cuddles" he said quietly, you can still see the evidence of tears on his cheeks, but he's slowly beginning to calm down.

"You should fill your tummy to the brim okay?" you said hugging his bicep.

He smiles faintly "I'll do that, for you. I'm really hungry"

"Yes let's eat"

he says taking your hand in his "let's go then"

"It's a expensive restaurant"

you said as he was busy looking at the exterior of the hotel.

He raises an eyebrow "how expensive are we talking? I didn't exactly bring a lot of money"

"What? I'm paying" you tell him.

He shakes his head "Nuh uh, I'm paying. I'm the husband, it's my job"

"nuh uh I'm your wife it's my duty to fill your stomach"

He pouts at you "and it's my duty as your husband to spoil you and buy you things. So I'm paying"

“It's my duty to always make you happy”

He pouts even more, knowing that he won't be able to win this argument, but he's stubborn "You make me happy by just existing. Paying for your food is the least I can do"

“No smiling is the least you should do”

He smiles faintly "I won't smile until you let me pay. Or at least let me pay half"

“okie don't smile I can handle angry kookie”

He tried to act angry, folding his arms defiantly, still refusing to smile "I'm serious, I'm paying. Or letting me pay half. I won’t smile until you agree"

“Fine by me, don't smile, c'mon”

He frowns again, stubbornly refusing to smile, he mutters something like "I'll win this argument some day" but he grabs your hand and leaves the car and starts heading towards the restaurant.

He stops in his tracks at the sight of the prices. He slowly looks at you, his eyes wide, and he just mutters

"Are you sure we shouldn't go somewhere cheaper?"

“No, only the best food for you”

He looks back at the prices, still shock and sighs, he knows he won't win this argument

"A-are you sure? It's a lot of money"'

“hmm excuse me, we're ready to order" you said ignoring your sulky worried husband.

The waiter looks up and smiles at you "what would you like to order?"

“We'll have 2 wagyu steaks, oysters, and Hawaiian Pizza. Chocolate pudding, cajun sliders, 4 cans of beer and 2 bottles of soju”

The waiter writes down your order and smiles again "Certainly, your order will be delivered in a few minutes. Can I ask for both or your names please?"

“Mr & Mrs Jeon” you said proudly.

The waiter smiles wider upon hearing that "Okay Mr and Mrs. Jeon. Please, take a seat and your food will be with you within few minutes"

After the waiter left, Jeongguk still looks slightly shocked as he spoke up

"Love...that's gonna be so much money. How- how are you going to pay for this?"

“Babe, just eat and don't use your brain” he pouts, but he nods, not wanting to argue any more. He knows he won't win.

"But I'm paying next time. Okay?"'

“hmmm”

"I see, you're going to be difficult when it comes to that aren't you?"

“Hehe” you giggle

"you're so stubborn." he muttered before grabbing your hand and linking his fingers together. you brush his hair back. He closed his eyes and smiled slightly at your touch, the tension in his shoulders seemed to melt away as you caressed his hair, he held onto your hand with a comfortable firmness but not too tight. He hummed quietly and relaxed against your touch.

“ggukie”

His eyes still closed, he made a questioning noise to show that he's listening. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at you, his hair somewhat messy from you touching and caressing his hair, and he smiled faintly at you. The earlier tension and pain seemed to be nowhere in sight, only blissful and comfortable calm remained on his face

“Should we go shopping tomorrow?”

His eyes narrow at the mention of shopping "Yeah! I'll be able to spend time with you, and we'll end up spending more money" he teased jokingly at the end, being sarcastic.

“just for you” you already have enough clothes.

He smiled wider at that, tilting his head to one side "You're spoiling me too much. You need to let me spoil you too."

“Another time” he pouts slightly at that, he wants to spoil you too "When will that be then, love?"

“hmmm I will decide later”

He tilts his head slightly again at your vague answer, but he smiles at you too. "You really are stubborn, you know that?" he teased playfully

“uh huh”

He sticks his tongue out at you and huffs slightly, still pouting "but it's one of the things I love about you. It's adorable when you're stubborn, even if it's annoying sometimes"

“The dishes arrive, let's eat" he nods, his gaze lingering on you for a few more seconds as if committing your face to memory, and then he starts eating happily. He looks up at you as he chews his food and smiles "these are so good"

“hmm”

“it's too god” you mispronounce with a mouthful of food.

His mouth is full with food as he tries to find words to tease you. "It's really god" he said in between chews and smirks at you, copying you. he swallowed before speaking again

"I love it. You really chose all my favorites" he beamed at you, his eyes shining in both fondness and happiness. He seemed a little too happy just because he was being fed with his favorite food.

“Eat well”

He takes another bite and hums happily, nodding.

"I'm eating well. I'm happy you fed me my favorites. I'm happy I get to be with you. I'm a really lucky man"

"I'm the lucky one"

He smiles widely, shaking his head as he swallows

"No, I'm the lucky one." he says, staring at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes

“No I'm it's obvious ask anyone” you reply back quickly.

His gaze still holds lots of love "No no, I'm the lucky one. Look at you, beautiful, kind, sweet, loving, adorable. I'm definitely the lucky one"

“Look at you handsome, cute, adorable, sexy, goodlooking, hardworking, gentle, kind, passionate, respectful, sweet, caring who can compete with that” you said it made him flustered.

“I can also do anything for you”

He smiles softly and reaches out to gently stroke your cheek "I know you can. You do everything for me, love. Which is why I'm the lucky one to have you. You're too good for me"

“No you're way too good for me”

He shakes his head firmly, cupping your face in his hands gently. "No, I'm serious. You're so perfect. I don't deserve you, and yet you love me anyway, and it's honestly a wonder how I managed to capture your attention."

“You're perfect, I just act like I am”

He gently pinched your cheek playfully at that, shaking his head again "Stop that. You're not just 'acting' like anything. You are perfect. You make me happy just by existing, and I will defend that till the day I die. You're perfect no matter what you say"

“hehe says the perfect guy himself,” you said, drinking beer and opening a can for him too.But he doesn't stop holding your face in his hands, he gently caresses your cheeks with his thumbs gently and playfully.

"You're perfect-ier okay? Way more perfect than me."

“so you're perfect-iest more perfect most perfect”

He laughs quietly at your words and the way you worded them.

"There is no such word as 'perfect-iest' love" he teased, pinching your cheek again

“Also no such thing as perfect-ier”

He rolled his eyes playfully, sticking his tongue out at you,

"You know what I mean" he pouted, looking at you with his puppy eyes for a split second before looking away again

“you also know what I meant”

Shaking his head again, still pouting slightly, but his expression was a mix of playfulness and slight pouty annoyance.

"Hmph. You're so stubborn"

“you too” you teased. Trying to distract him from all the harsh words he heard today.

"Yeahhh, so what? I'm stubborn"

He said it as if it was a challenge. He crossed his arms, as if a challenge for you to respond to that.

“you're still my man”

He relaxed a little at that, arms falling loosely by his sides, slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. his whole demeanor softened slightly at those words.

"I'm still your man" he repeats your words, his voice soft and loving

“will always be"

He smiles widely at those words, the smile reaching his eyes as he says "And you will always be mine. Forever."

“hmm ofcourse I can't let anyone snatch you my handsome husband”

He raised an eyebrow, a cheeky smile spreading across his face as he said,

"Oh really now? Why's that, love? Are you worried that someone will steal me away from you?"

“hmm sometimes”

He hums thoughtfully, a slightly teasing tone in his voice,

"Oh? Is that so? What's the reason for the 'sometimes', hm? Don't you have confidence that I won't leave you?"

“I don't know”

He chuckles quietly and shakes his head "Really? You don't know? I thought you would. Do you doubt my love for you, darling?"

There's a slight teasing in his tone, but he's also curious. he wants to hear your answer

“I don't doubt you I don't trust others” you answered what you felt in your heart.

He hums at that, his expression visibly softening as you answer. the slight teasing in his tone is completely gone, replaced by a hint of tenderness and understanding

"You don't trust others, so you get worried that they can take me away from you. Is that it?"

“Yeah”

He takes hold of both of your hands in his. He looks deeply into your eyes as he spoke in a soft, tender voice

"Love, you really don't have to worry about that. No one can take me away from you, or you away from me, okay? We're in this together, forever. You're stuck with me forever, darling" he added teasingly.

“You too,” you said truthfully.

He agrees, giving your hands a gentle squeeze.

"Only you. Just you. And I don't want anyone else either. You don't have to worry about losing me. I'm yours, darling"

“I'm my Jungkook's as well”

He smiles wider at that, there's a slightly possessive edge to his smile

" Exactly. You're mine, all mine."

“Let's go?” you said standing up with support at the table, you both are tipsy and dazed because of the soju

“Go get the taxi, I'm just getting the bill”

He nods and stands, stretching his arms over his head and groaning quietly at the slight strain in his muscles in a way that he knows you find stupidly attractive. His shirt lifting up just the tiniest bit, revealing a narrow strip of tanned skin. He then turns to head outside and hails a cab.

After getting the cab, he looks back and sees you exiting the restaurant, he turns fully to look at you directly, his gaze lingering on you for a few extra seconds, as if he had a hard time taking his eyes off you. After a few seconds, his gaze flicked up to the impatient cabby before he looked back at you with a small grin on his face.

"Love, you should hurry up, the cabby's impatient"

“yeah this is for you” you hand him his corn ice cream.

He takes corn ice cream, his eyes widening in surprise and he looks at you with an affectionate expression, as if he's saying 'you remembered' without actually saying anything.

"Thank you, darling"

“Love you”

Slightly looking away from you for a moment and taking a bite of the ice cream as he muttered out

"Love you too..." his words were slightly muffled by the food in his mouth, and he tried to act nonchalant as he refused to look at you directly.

He continues to eat the ice cream, his gaze turning back to you every few seconds, as if he can't look away for more than a few seconds at a time. He hums quietly, his expression visibly softened as he eats. His pouting, though very slight, is still present as he looks at you. It was clear that he's trying to act nonchalant, even if he's not doing a very good job, his gaze still lingering on you every few seconds. There are some thoughts in his head and the soju he drank is just encouraging him more.

He looks at you, his tongue sneaking out to lick the ice cream dripping down the side of the cone, his gaze still lingering on you as he did that.

"You are staring at me or something, love?" he said in a slightly playful tone, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Huh?” you question him because he’s the one ogling you.

he looks amused at your response, still eating the ice cream, his gaze still on you, he then chuckles quietly, shaking his head slightly

"You are staring at me, love. Did I have food on my face?" he teased, smiling slightly as he raised the cone of ice cream to his lips and took another bite.

“you're the one staring at me and then the window? I thought you want to say something”

"I'm not staring. I'm just taking glances every few seconds. Totally different." he muttered, stubbornly looking out the window

“hmm ofcourse” you said.

His pout deepens as he still refuses to look at you

"Love, can I ask you something?"

He asked, still looking out the window, but he sneaked a slight glance sideways at you, observing your face subtly.

“Yes bub”

He hesitates for a moment before continuing slowly and quietly "You don't doubt me, right..." he glanced at you again before looking out the window again, his expression slightly vulnerable for a split second.

“About?”

He bites his lower lip slightly, nervous. He's obviously not sure of how to continue, he looks out the window again, before speaking up again

"You don't.. Doubt that I will cheat, right... Or leave you... For someone else...?"

“Of course I don't doubt bub, but sometimes circumstances are not in our favour okay?”

He nods, but the vulnerability on his face is still there, he can't hide it even if he tries. He glances at you again

"I know... But... You trust me, right? You trust that I won't ever cheat on you...?"

“I trust you with my blind eyes”

He smiles faintly at that, still looking slightly vulnerable. He's still not quite confident that you fully trust him, but at least these words give him some sense of security.

"Even with your blind eyes..." he repeats in a soft, quiet voice, as if he's reassuring himself more than trying to reassure you.

“Yes even if you push me off the cliff i would believe it was because you wanted something good for me okay?”

He looks at you, his eyes widening slightly in shock at those words. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just staring at you with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and a hint of tenderness

"Love... You can't say things like that. Stop being so loyal, it's dangerous"

“huh? What's wrong with being loyal and in love with my husband? Why is it dangerous?”

Shaking his head in disbelief. He looks exasperated and there's a slight hint of affection in his eyes at your words,

"Love! You shouldn't say that. You shouldn't ever be loyal to someone, to anyone, to the point that you would still trust them if they pushed you off a cliff! That's way too much love!"

“It's not anyone gguk, it's you bub”

Rolling his eyes slightly. He can't help it, even your sweet words makes him want to playfully bicker a little,

"It doesn't matter if it's me or not. My point still stands, you're too loyal to me and it's dangerous"

“So what?”

He sighs, shaking his head in slight disbelief. There's a hint of fondness in his expression at your stubbornness,

"So what? So it's dangerous! What if I did something terrible huh? And you would still trust me even if I pushed you off a cliff or something. That's dangerous"

“hehe would you push me off a cliff?” you giggle at him.

He looks at you, his expression suddenly serious. He's silent for a moment, staring at you with a firm, intense look in his eyes

"Of course not. Never. I would never do that. I would die before I'd push you off a cliff"

“ Exactly why I trust you”

In slight annoyance, his expression became slightly stubborn and annoyed. Despite how he's feeling, he can feel himself softening at your answer,

"You shouldn't trust me that much though love, it's dangerous. You need to consider yourself more"

“hmm how about no?” you replied back knowing this will make him annoyed.

"No? No? You're supposed to listen to me love. And I'm saying it's dangerous and you shouldn't trust me that much. Your loyalty is going to get you hurt"

“What's wrong, is something bothering you?”

He sighs, his shoulders dropping slightly,

"I... No, nothing is bothering me. It's just that, you're way too good for your own good, love. And I don't know what to do. You're so loyal to me that it's dangerous. It makes me worry..."

“Don't worry nor I'm being too much nor you”

Quietly looking at you with a slightly stubborn expression. Even though he claims he's not worried, the worry and concern is clear on his face

"I can't help but worry though. You're too loyal and loving, someone could take advantage of that"

“Do you trust me?”

He nods instantly, the stubbornness and slight annoyance fading away instantly.

"Of course, I trust you fully, darling. You know that. I'm worried about others using your loyalty to take advantage of you"

“I'm only like this with you. Do you believe me?”

His expression visibly softened, the stubbornness completely gone. He looks at you with a slightly tender expression and nods.

"Yes, I know you only act this loving and loyal with me. But that doesn't mean someone can't take advantage of you and your loyalty"

“I'm not close to anyone other than you bub, only trust you and no one else, don't worry”

He hums quietly, looking at you with a slight frown on his face, still worried

"I know love. I know you're not close to anyone but me. That's what's worrying me. You only trust me, what if I do something to betray your trust one day?"

“Would you?”

He scoffs as if he can't believe you even asked him that. He looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief at your words

"What? Of course not! I'm not going to betray your trust, you should know that!"

“Exactly I know that, that's why I trust you”

Looking away for a moment before looking back at you again. His annoyance is gone, and only a gentle stubbornness is present in his expression now.

"You shouldn't be so trusting. Just because you know I wouldn't betray your trust doesn't mean you shouldn't keep some boundaries. You shouldn't be this loyal to me, love"

“okay”

He raises an eyebrow at your response, he's a bit surprised that you actually seem to listen to him for once.

"Okay? You're really going to listen to me for once? No arguing?"

You’re silent and watching out of the window.

He looks at you, slightly surprised at your quietness. Usually, you'd be arguing with him right now, refusing to listen to what he said. But you're just quiet now, a mixture of annoyance and fondness visible on his face

"You're being surprisingly obedient right now love"

He looks at you with a hint of curiosity, trying to figure out what's going on inside your head right now. He's never seen you be this obedient and quiet before

"You're usually more stubborn than this. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, love?"

You smirk but don't say anything staying silent the whole time.

Slightly irritated with your sudden silent stubbornness. He's used to your usual feisty personality, and this sudden quietness is throwing him off.

"Love, stop being like this, it's strange. You should be arguing with me right now, it feels weird to not have you fighting back with me"

He reaches out without thinking, grabbing your chin gently and pulling your face closer to him so he can examine your expression closely

"Love, talk. Why aren't you arguing with me? You're usually so stubborn, and now you're quiet. It's driving me crazy"

When you remain silent, his grip on your chin slightly tightening as he pulls your face even closer to him, his gaze narrowing in frustration

"Stop being quiet. I don't like it. Talk. Now."

He looks at you, his fingers still holding onto your chin, his expression becoming slightly angry as you continue to stay silently stubborn. Again, trying to keep his annoyance in check but failing miserably. His deer eyes stare into your making it difficult to ignore him.

"Love, either talk or I'll kiss you. Which one is it going to be?"

He's becoming increasingly frustrated with your continued silence. Without giving you any time to respond and grabs your chin tighter, pulling your face even closer so you're mere inches away from him, his gaze darkened with annoyance and a hint of desire

"Fine. You want to be stubborn? Then I'll just force you to open your mouth. And I won't mind if I have to kiss you to do it"

“Your ice cream” you said pointing at his ice cream.

Rolling his eyes at your response, he loosens his grip on your chin slightly

"Forget my ice cream. I have something sweeter in sight right now"

“My mouth's bitter rn”

he scoffs, his grip still on your chin, looking at you with a slight smirk, his gaze darkened

"Oh yeah? I highly doubt that. I bet your mouth is sweet as honey, love"

“No it's bitter rn”

He tuts, shaking his head slightly, his smirk still in place. He leans in, his face even closer to yours, his lip almost touching yours

"Is that so? Well, I'll have to see for myself. I think I should taste your mouth and see for myself"

“It's bitter because my husband thinks I shouldn't trust him”

His grip on your chin tightening slightly "That's not the point, love. I don't mind you trusting me, I just don't want you to be too loyal. There's a difference"

“There is no such thing as too much loyalty” you said with sass.

"Yes, there is love. You're too loyal, it's dangerous. You should have some boundaries, you shouldn't be so trusting and loyal to me that you'd go to the extremes if I asked you to"

“It’s my choice”

"That's exactly my point, love. You're willing to do anything I say even if I don't ask. You shouldn't be this loyal. What if I ask you to do something bad? Or what if I push you too far? You're too trusting, love. You should have some boundaries"

“I don't care”

His expression darkened even more, his eyes filled with annoyance and frustration.

"Damnit love, you're pissing me off. Stop being so stubborn. You can't just trust me with anything and everything. You need to set some boundaries. Damnit, I'm trying to look out for you"

“And I'm looking out for you”

His expression visibly softened slightly. His grip on your chin loosens a little, and his glare fades a little.

"Love, you don't have to look out for me. I can look out for myself. You're the one who's a saint, you don't need to worry about me"

'Me, a saint?’

He rolls his eyes at your question, his expression becoming annoyed again.

"Of course you're a saint. You're too loyal and loving. You're willing to overlook all my mistakes. You're too good for your own good and you're too loyal to me. You're a saint"

“If I'm a saint then what are you?”

"Me, I'm far from a saint. I'm flawed and human, I make mistakes and I shouldn't be trusted. I don't deserve your saint-like trust and loyalty, love"

“Then what do you deserve?”

He looks away for a moment, his expression almost sullen and vulnerable for a split second before he snaps back to his usual expression

"I don't deserve anything good, love. I know that I don't deserve you. I know I'm far from being worthy of your loyalty and love"

“Then what do I get?” you annoy him with you questions.

He's trying to keep his annoyance in check, but he's struggling a bit

"Nothing. You don't get anything, love. I don't deserve you but I'm too damn selfish to let you go."

“I don't get anything too?” he looks adorable being angry at you both you’re doing this so it can end how he wants.

"No, you don't get anything, love. I'm too damaged and broken to give you anything good. You shouldn't waste your time and love and loyalty on someone like me"

“so what should I do”

"You should... Stop caring about me. Stop loving me. And find someone better" oh he didn’t dare.

You close the gap between both of you.

He's briefly startled by your sudden movement but quickly regains his composure. His grip on your chin tightens again, and he looks almost taken aback by your sudden close proximity

"Love, what-what are you doing?"

“Can you watch me? someone else kissing me, hugging me, touching me? Huh?” you ask in a challenging tone.

He looks at you, confusion and anger flaring up in his eyes at the thought of someone having their hands on you, their lips on yours.

"No. No, I can't watch that. No one can touch you like that. You're mine."

“Then how could I ever find someone better when the best is my own husband”

He blinks for a moment, slightly startled by your words. Your words take him by surprise, he wasn't expecting that. He looks at you, a mixture of confusion and frustration still visible in his eyes, but there's a hint of vulnerability now

"Love, I'm far from the best. I'm broken and damaged, I'm not the best choice for you"

“Then who is? you're my husband mine I didn't marry you blindfolded I married you because I knew what's best for me”

His face becoming slightly softer, the anger and irritation slowly fading away and being replaced by a mixture of vulnerability and tenderness

"I know you married me by choice, love. But I'm not good for you. You shouldn't be so loyal to me, I don't deserve it. You deserve someone better"

“Someone better? What if he cheats on me, lies to me, betrays me?” a brief flicker of anger appearing in his eyes.

"Someone better, love. Someone who isn't as flawed and selfish as I am. Someone who isn't as possessive and broken as I am. Someone who isn't damaged and has the capacity to love you better than I can"

“Jungkook there is no one as good as a man you are, no one else” he looks away for a moment, struggling to maintain his firm stance and not let himself soften against your words.

"Love, you're too loyal. You see me through rose-colored glasses. I'm far from a good man, love. You need to see me for who I really am and stop being so loyal and loving towards me. You're only setting yourself up for disappointment" okay now he is saying too much.

“If I'm setting myself for disappointments then let it be I choose that myself not you”

"That's exactly what I'm talking about, love. You're too good for your own good. You shouldn't willingly set yourself up for disappointment, you should have standards and boundaries. You shouldn't be so naive or naive to trust and love me like this"

“Then why should I not love you when I actually love you, not care for you when I'm always worried about you, not love you , hug you, kiss you?”

He becomes even more frustrated, conflicted between his own desire for your love and loyalty and his belief that you deserve better.

"Damnit love, you're too loyal and giving. You shouldn't love me, you shouldn't care for me, you shouldn't love me or kiss me or hug me. You should have some boundaries, some standards for yourself"

“I will decide my boundaries and isn't love limitless , boundless?”

“Of course, love is boundless and limitless, but that's not the point. You're too good to me, you're too loyal and naively trusting. You're putting your own well-being at risk by loving me too much"

“There is no such thing as loving too much”

"Yes there is, love. You're loving me too much. You're going to the extremes and putting yourself and your own well-being at risk by being so fiercely loyal and loving towards me"

He knows earlier you should be close to your family you left them for him. you used to go on dinner with friends, trips, shopping sprees with them and now no one even calls you because you know they are gonna badmouth and insult your husband for no reason.

Now you just go from home to office and back home again because you broke relationships with anyone who said even the slightest insult to him.

This wedding is when you met your family after 6 months of contact and he made you leave again without eating with them. He knows you can't tolerate anyone speaking rudely to him so he tried to keep his emotions in check. but earlier he just burst and now those feelings are rising again.

“Well this is my love and you're stuck with me. you don't get any options to get out of it”

Your words make his heart flutter, but he tries to keep his demeanor firm and controlled. "You don't know how annoying it is to know that you love me so fiercely and loyally. I'm supposed to be the one protecting you, not the other way around"

“No, we love each other right?”

Your words soften him for a moment, his expression becoming more vulnerable and tender.

"Yes, love, we love each other. But you're being too loving, too loyal, too fierce in your devotion. I'm not worthy of it, love. I'm not good enough for you"

“If we love each other and we care for each other then we also protect each other, understand?”

He wants to argue, but your words make it difficult to argue.

"Yes, love, I understand. We protect each other. But you're being too vulnerable, too exposed, too loyal. You're putting yourself at risk by loving me so fiercely"

“Guess what, I don't care,” you said without any emotion in your voice.

How can he argue against you when you're so fiercely loyal?

"Love, that's exactly what I'm talking about. You're too willing to give yourself up, you don't care about yourself. You're too damn loyal"

“Deal with it, your ice cream is melting”

Your words snaps him out of his momentary vulnerability

"Love, I swear you're such a handful. Forget my ice cream, I have a more stubborn and difficult sweet thing in front of me now"

“I bought it so you can eat it while you watch out of the taxi and relax, take your thoughts of stress for a while but you...

You pause for a while deciding to tease him even more.

“Jungkook?”

He looks at you with a mixture of annoyance, frustration, and affection in his eyes

"What? What do you want now, love?"

“Do you have anyone else?” you know he is gonna be pissed.

He blinks in surprise at your question, his expression becoming slightly taken aback. He looks at you, slight disbelief in his eyes

"What? What kind of question is that? Of course, I don't have anyone else. Why would you even think that?"

“Why would you say that I'm too loyal you should be happy that I'm loyal not scared that I'm loyal, it's giving me some dangerous thoughts”

His hand resting on your hip "Love, you're overanalyzing my words. I just meant that you're taking it too far. You're being overly loyal, it's worrisome"

“Yeah I'm taking it too far” You decide to shut up for the whole ride.

Slightly amused by your sudden decision to be silent. He glances at you, a hint of a mischievous smirk forming on his lips.

"Oh, decided to be quiet, love? It's a miracle."

The silence in the car made him feel both comfortable and restless simultaneously. The only sound in the car is the hum of the engine and the soft sounds of the city outside. He steals glances at you, his expression becoming conflicted again as he fights against the urge to start another argument

Again, the silence in the car became almost unbearable. He can't take it anymore, the need to talk to you and hear your voice is too strong

"Love, why are you being so silent now? You were being so stubborn earlier, and now you're suddenly quiet?"

Growing more and more frustrated with your silence. He can't stand not knowing what you're thinking, it's driving him crazy. He looks at you, his expression pleading

"Say something, love. Anything. Just talk to me. Don't keep silent like this"

You both reached home and you paid the taxi before Jungkook could open his wallet and you walked straight towards the elevator, ignoring him. He quickly follows you, closing the distance between you in a few long strides. He enters the elevator with you, standing close. He watches you intently, his expression a mixture of annoyance and concern

"Love, what's gotten into you? Why are you being so quiet like this?"

Watching you closely as the elevator ascends. The silence in the enclosed space feels deafening. He can't stand it, he needs you to talk to him

"Come on, love. Say something. Don't keep giving me the silent treatment"

“Say I'm right”

He's caught off guard by your sudden demand

"What? Of course you're right, love. You're always right"

“About this argument”

He doesn't want to admit it, but you're right and he knows it.

"Fine, you're right about this argument. You're always goddamn right"

“say it like you mean it”

He looks at you, knowing that he has to concede defeat

"You're right, love. You're always right. You have the high ground in this argument, and I know it. I was wrong"

“from your heart” you know you’re pushing it.

He sighs, knowing that he has to acknowledge your victory

"Love, from the bottom of my heart, you're right. You've won this argument, fair and square. I was wrong, and I apologize"

“Apology not accepted” You decided to tease him, he ate your brain the whole ride.

He looks at you annoyed, not expecting you to reject his apology

"What? Why not? What do you want from me, love? I just admitted that you were right!"

“You said I should not forgive you and keep boundaries right I'm doing just that”

His expression became conflicted again. He's caught in a stalemate, his own words coming back to haunt him

"Damnit, love, you're really going to use my own words against me now? I was just trying to protect you, to set boundaries"

“ Exactly”

He feels trapped, knowing that he can't win this argument

"Damnit, love, you're making this difficult. I can't win with you, can I? Even when I'm trying to protect you, you turn it against me"

“No not against you against your words”

Sighing in resignation as he realizes the irony of the situation

"Love, you're really twisting everything I say, aren't you? I was only trying to protect you, to set boundaries. But now, you're using my own words to resist me"

"I'm not resisting you , you said to not care about me, don't love me blah blah blah" you unlock your penthouse.

He follows you into the penthouse, more frustrated and concerned,

"Love, that's not what I meant, and you know it. I just don't want you to be so blindly loyal and devoted to me. You should have some standards and boundaries"

“ Exactly i've having boundaries right now”

"Love, you're being difficult. I never thought you'd use my own words against me like this. I'm just trying to protect you, to be the best husband possible"

“I'm always the one being difficult” he is just pissing you off now.

"Yes, love, you're always difficult, especially when it comes to protecting yourself. You're stubborn and loyal to a fault, and it drives me crazy"

“Yeah I'm at fault”

His tone is firm and serious,

"No, love, that's not what I mean. You're not at fault for being loyal and loving. It's one of the things I admire about you. But you need to have some boundaries, some limits, or you'll leave yourself completely open and vulnerable, and that worries me"

“I'm having right now but you're still behind me” you enter your bedroom after rooming your heels and jacket.

"Love, I'm not behind you because I'm trying to control you or smother you. I'm behind you because I worry about you. I want to protect you, to make sure you're safe and cared for"

“If you don't want me to be loyal then don't care about me at all” you said removing your shoes and jackets, walking in the bedroom.

"Love, you know that's not possible. I can't just stop caring about you, no matter how hard I try. You're a part of me, and I can't just turn off my feelings like a switch"

“ Exactly gguk i can't stop being too loyal out of the sudden of just have boundaries out of the sudden”

"Love, you're right. I guess we're both stuck with each other's flaws, huh? You can't stop being too loyal, and I can't stop caring about you. I guess we're both doomed to drive each other crazy"

“Strip” you don’t want to run your mouth for baseless arguments anymore and get straight down to business.

He was surprised but amused at your command. He looks at you, a slight smirk forming on his lips, mission complete

"You want me to strip, love?"

“I won't repeat”

"Alright, love, you don't have to repeat yourself. Just know you're really testing my patience"

He starts to unbutton his shirt, watching you the entire time

“On the bed”

He finishes unbuttoning his shirt and drops it on the floor, revealing his toned chest.

"Bed, huh? As you wish, love"

He moves towards the bed, still watching you intently

“Hand”

"Hand? You want my hand on the bed?" he says knowing well what you meant but he had to just make you more mad.

He places his hand on the bed, looking at you with a smirk

“Give your hand to me,” you said calmly.

"Here you go, love. My hand is all yours"

“Both”

He extends both his hands towards you

"Both my hands, love. They're all yours"

You put the handcuffs on him.

He looks at you, a hint of a sly smile on his lips

"Handcuffs, love? You're really going all out tonight, aren't you?"

You locked that handcuff to another cuff and locked it to the headboard.

“As you wish, love. I'm all tied up and at your mercy now"

You get up and go into the closet, watching you as you disappear into the closet again. He's handcuffed to the headboard, his hands secured above his head, and he's curious about what you're up to in the closet.

"Love, what are you doing in there? Leaving me here all tied up and defenseless?"

His ears perked up at the sound of the shower turning on. He strains against the handcuffs, trying to get a glimpse of what you're up to.

"Love, are you taking a shower? Leaving me here all tied up while you're there rinsing off your perfect body without me?"

He kept blabbering, his words becoming a little more desperate and needy as the sound of the shower continued.

"Love, come on, this isn't fair. You can't leave me here all tied up while you're in there taking a nice, hot shower. I want to be in there with you, feeling the water on our skin together"

You come back with a full robe on and it touches your ankles.

His eyes widen as he sees you re-enter the bedroom. He watches you carefully, his expression a mix of anticipation and frustration as you approach him in a full robe

"Love, you tease. You come back looking all innocent in that robe, knowing damn well what effect it has on me. It's torture"

You start to blow dry your damp hair ignoring him.

He becomes frustrated as he watches you blow dry your hair, completely ignoring him. His handcuffs rattle against the headboard as he tries to shift his position to get your attention.

"Love, you can't just ignore me like this. You're torturing me, you know that, don't you?"

Straining against the handcuffs, he says

"Love, stop ignoring me. You're driving me insane, and you know it. I'm handcuffed to the bed, completely defenseless, and you're just blow drying your hair like I'm not even here"

Watching you go back into the closet again. He's starting to feel more and more restless, his heart racing at the thought of what you might be getting

"What are you doing in there now, love? Coming up with more ways to torture me while I'm all tied up here?"

You bring back the dark black velvet box and he knows what's in it. his heart rate picking up at the sight of the velvet box. He knows exactly what's in it, and he can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation

"Love, you're bringing out the box. You're really going to use it now, aren't you?"

You took out some things like candles, blindfold, flogger, riding crop, and gag ball. Something which you’ve tried on him yet but you think it’s time.

He sees the assortment of items you've taken out of the box. His breath hitches in his throat as he tries to contain his anticipation

"Love, you're not holding back tonight, are you? You're bringing out all the toys, huh?"

His gaze shifts between the items you've retrieved and your smug expression. The handcuffs rattle against the headboard as he squirms in anticipation.

"Love, you know exactly what you're doing to me right now. Teasing me with all those toys, keeping me tied up and at your mercy. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

His voice became more strained and pleading.

"Love, please, don't keep me in suspense. Use those toys on me. I'm at your mercy, completely at your mercy. Just do what you want with me, please. I can't take this anticipation anymore

“You talk too much” you said but internally you’re cooing at his desperation for you.

"I'm sorry, love. I just can't help it. I'm so eager, so needy. I want you so badly, and I can't keep my words in anymore. Please, just touch me, use the toys on me, do whatever you want. I'm all yours. Just please, don't keep me waiting any longer"

His body jerked slightly at the touch of the crop on his abdomen. His muscles tense, and his breath hitches in his throat. you caress the crop on his abdomen.

"Ah, love. You know how sensitive I am there. You're driving me crazy. Please, don't tease me like this"

You tie the blindfold on his eyes, not too tight. his breathing becomes heavier as you tie the blindfold around his eyes, restricting his sight. He's completely at your mercy now, completely trusting and submitting to you

"Love, I can't see a thing now. Do what you want with me. I'm all yours to use and control"

His body trembles faintly as he adjusts to the loss of vision. He's completely dependent on your touch and direction now

"Love, this is torture. Not being able to see you, to see what you're doing, what you're going to do to me. It's driving me insane. Please, do something. Touch me, speak to me, just something, please"

His body shivers once more as he feels the crop tracing a path from his abdomen to his thighs. His breaths come in shallow, ragged bursts as he tries to contain his excitement

"Ah, love. Your touch, it's so light, so delicate. Yet, it's driving me insane. I want more, I need more. Please, don't stop"

His body shakes violently at the unexpected strike of the flogger. A muffled gasp escaped his lips as the pain registers, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. You’ve left a mark on him on the outer side of his left thigh.

"Ah, love. That was unexpected. You really know how to catch me off guard. Do it again, love. I want to feel more, I need more"

“Turn back” you command.

His body is still trembling from the last strike. His senses heightened and his body aching for more.

"Love, you want me to turn my back to you? I don't mind. I'll do whatever you want"

“Butt up” you’re not really in the mood to speak.

His cheeks flushed as he obeys your command. He turns around and gets on his hands and knees, presenting his butt to you.

His heart racing as he positions himself in the way you've ordered. The anticipation and excitement is building inside him. He feels completely exposed and submissive, just the way he likes it.

Instead of the flogger he expected you're dripping candles on his cute butt. his skin burns slightly at the sensation of the hot wax drizzling on his sensitive skin. He gasps and hisses at the mixture of pain & pleasure.

He suddenly feels the flogger connecting with his skin, eliciting a louder gasp and a shudder from him. The combination of pleasure and pain is overwhelming, the sensations blending together in a heady mix that has him struggling to catch his breath.

The candle drips moving towards his back abandoning his butt, his body jerking slightly as the candle drizzles move and trails up his back. He arches his back involuntarily, his shoulders tensing with anticipation as he waits for the next sensation to come. The contrast between the burn of the wax and the pleasure of the flogger has him dizzy with need.

He doesn't notice but you're writing something with drips. His focus entirely on the sensations he's experiencing, completely immersed in the pleasure and pain. He doesn't notice the words you're writing on his back, lost in the moment and completely surrendering himself to your control.

You continue with the flogger, his body arching and twisting in response to the flogger. His breaths come in shallow, rapid gasps as he tries to process the sensations flooding his system. He doesn't know what's coming next, which makes it even more intense and enjoyable for him.

The crop is in front of his lips and he knows what to do, already knowing what you want him to do with the crop. Eager to please you, he opens his mouth submissively, his lips parting eagerly to accept the crop.

“You enjoy riling me up don't you pup?”

His voice coming out in a needy, submissive tone

"Yes, love. I do. I love riling you up, pushing your boundaries, testing your limits. It's a thrill for me, knowing that I can make you lose control. I want to please you, love. I want to be the one who makes you lose your mind with desire"

“hmmm you love being put in place right?”

"Yes, love. I love it when you put me in my place. I love it when you take control, when you make me submit to you. It's a turn on for me, knowing that I'm completely at your mercy"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Please, love. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I want to feel your touch, your control, your dominance. I want you to take me to the edge and beyond. I want to give myself to you completely, to surrender to your desires and wishes"

“okay count for me”

"Yes, love. I'll count for you. How many strokes do you want me to count?"

“How much you want to argue with me after I fill your stomach and buy you that cheap ice cream that you didn't even enjoy because you love running your mouth so much” you said in a dominant tone which caused him to gulp at your words. He knows he was out of line, and he's ready to accept his punishment

"I'm sorry, love. I shouldn't have argued with you after you filled my stomach and bought me that ice cream. I shouldn't have run my mouth so much. I think I deserve 20 strikes, love. Is that adequate enough for my disobedience?"

You don’t reply using words and directly strike.

He lets out a gasp of air, the breath leaving his lungs in a sharp exhale. He counts aloud, his voice shaky and breathless.

"One"

He braces himself for the next strike, his body tensing in anticipation. The sensation of the lash against his skin is intense, sending a wave of pain and pleasure through his body. He counts aloud again, his voice filled with both need and love. his voice coming out in ragged pants as he struggles to catch his breath. There are tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through him. His face is vulnerable and contrite.

The blindfold was soaked with sweat and tears. He can feel the cloth sticking to his skin, and it's hard to see through the moisture. But his body is aching for more.

“Turn back again”

He is still lost in the sensations and the pain. But he does as he's told, turning around and presenting his body to you once more. The stinging pain on his back serves as a reminder of his obedience and submission to you. He closes his eyes, his breaths coming in shallow, gasps.

You lean down and licks his tears, his body shuddering at the sudden, intimate touch of your tongue on his tears. He lets out a soft gasp, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine. you move south on his neck to continue your licks, his breath catching in his throat at your intimate gesture. The sensation of your tongue on his skin is both soothing and arousing, and he finds himself unable to move from you. He craves your touch, your attention, your presence, and he can't help but let out a soft, needy moan.

You roam your hand around his chest to calm him down, his body relaxing under the gentle touch of your hand roaming across his chest. The sensations are soothing and calming, and he leans into your touch, seeking more of the comfort and reassurance it provides. letting out a soft sigh of relief as his breathing gradually steadies.

But that calmness is gone the moment you put the gag in his mouth, His breathing quickens, his body tense with anticipation. Now silenced, he can only rely on you to guide him and give him what he needs.

You picked up the remote and turned the aircon to the coolest temperature. feeling the chill of the air conditioner hitting his skin. His muscles tense slightly, and he shivers involuntarily, his body craving some kind of warmth and comfort. He tries to relax as his body adjusts to the colder temperature.

You roam your hand around his abs, His body responds to your touch, his muscles tensing involuntarily as your fingers trail across his abdomen. He's completely vulnerable in his tied-up state, unable to do anything but receive your touch and react to it.

“My husband is the most perfect man to exist. Do you agree?”

Despite the restriction of the gag, he nods his head enthusiastically, making you soft.

“My husband doesn't have any flaws, agree?”

He's fully focused on communicating his unwavering acceptance and agreement to your words.

“Who is my husband?” You ask and removes his gag, the first thing that comes out of his mouth when you remove the gag is

“I'm your husband, love”

His voice is breathless and filled with a mixture of reassurance and obedience,

“Do you agree?”

His voice is firm and determined as he replies "Yes, love. I do. I wholeheartedly agree. I am yours, completely and utterly. Your husband, your partner, your submissive, your possession. I belong to you, love"

"Do you agree with all of the above?"

His voice now becomes more submissive and obedient as he repeats his agreement "Yes, love, I agree with all of the above. I am your most admirable man, your most perfect man, your husband without a single flaw. I agree to it all, with all my heart and soul, love"

You put the gag back in his mouth, silencing him once more, you smack the crop on his chest, exactly on his defined peck. you move the crop under his chin and lift his chin up with it "you're the best choice for me, do you agree?"

Forcing him to look up at you. Despite the gag, he manages to nod his head, his actions conveying his complete agreement to your question. He's fully submitted to you, willing to agree to anything you ask.

"I am always right, agree?"

a muffled “yes” coming from behind the gag. Despite the restriction of his words, there’s no denial or disagreement in his eyes. He fully submits to your assertion, silently agreeing with your words.

"Do you love me the most?"

Though unable to speak, his body language communicates his unreserved agreement. He nods vigorously, the love and devotion in his gaze evident and clear for you.

"You're in any situation in the world, you'd tell me and not hesitate?" He nods his agreement. Even in the most extreme or dangerous scenarios, he'd never hesitate to come to you and seek your comfort and guidance, no matter what.

You remove his blindfold for the last question but keep his gag in, he blinks, his eyes adjusting to the sudden influx of light. The blindfold is gone now, but the gag is still firmly in place, preventing him from speaking. His gaze is fixated on you, his eyes wide and full of expectancy as he waits for the last question

"you would let me be too in love, too loyal to you to the point I'll do anything for you, right?"

His body quivering under the weight of his submission and devotion. The gag makes it impossible for him to verbally express the depths of his feelings, but his eyes speak volumes. They convey his love, loyalty, and unconditional surrender to you, promising that he'd embrace and relish you of being "too in love" and "too loyal" with no reservations or limits. He accepts defeats and nods repeatedly.

You remove his gag and whisper "mine" before locking lips, kissing your husband in a nasty manner, there is drool, sweat, tears all over his face but you don't mind.

He melts into the kiss, completely submitting to your dominance. The taste of sweat, tears, and drool mingle with the sweetness of your lips, sending waves of passion and pleasure through his body. He gives himself completely to you, his love and devotion fully on display, as he pours every ounce of his being into the kiss. He's utterly and hopelessly yours

You kiss his forehead and get rid of the cuffs, his wrists aching slightly from the prolonged confinement. But the pain is nothing compared to the waves of pleasure and sensation coursing through his body as you kiss his forehead. He looks up at you, his gaze filled with gratitude and love, as he whispers.

"Thank you, love."

He gently rubs at his wrists, and still feels the lingering sensation of the leather against his skin. Despite the soreness, he feels a strange sense of comfort and satisfaction, knowing that he's given himself completely to you. a soft gasp escaping his lips as you take his wrist and gently kiss it. The ointment, coupled with your touch, sends a soothing feeling through his skin. He watches you lovingly as you apply the ointment, his heart swelling with affection and gratitude for your care and attention.

“Lay down on your stomach”

His body tensing slightly as you apply the ointment on his back and butt. The cool sensation of the ointment provides a soothing relief for his battered skin, and he lets out a soft sigh of contentment at your gentle touch.

Jungkook notices you wrote something on his back, He craned his neck slightly to try and see over his shoulder, but it was impossible for him to view the words himself.

"Love, what did you write on my back?"

You smirk at him, his eyes narrowing slightly as he notices your smirk. He knows that look all too well, and it usually means you're up to something. He raises an eyebrow, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation in his gaze

"You wrote something, didn't you? Come on, tell me. I'm curious now"

'Too Damn Loyal'

A mixture of surprise and amusement passes through his expression, and he lets out a soft chuckle as he repeats,

"Too damn loyal, huh?"

He can't help but laugh a little at the words.

“Since you have a problem with me being too damn loyal , here is a reminder that I'm too damn loyal always”

A smile spreads across his face as he processes your words. He turns around, looking at you over his shoulder as he responds

"I don't have a problem with you being too damn loyal, love. In fact, it's one of the things I love most about you."

He lets out a soft laugh

"But I can't deny that the reminder on my back is a nice touch."

You don't reply to anything busy with applying ointment. his expression softens as he gazes at you. His tone is adamant and earnest as he shakes his head

"No, love, I don't have a problem with it. I love your loyalty, your faithfulness, your commitment. It's endearing and admirable, and I wouldn't change it for anything."

“Kooks”

A fond grin spreads across his face as you call him by his nickname. It's a term of endearment that he loves hearing from you, and it never fails to make him feel special and loved

"Yes, love?"

“I would jump off a cliff anytime just so you know, hehehe”

you giggle as you look at him being worried.

His smile fading immediately as your words sink in. A look of concern crosses his face, his eyes widening at your statement

"Don't. Say. That."

His voice is firm and authoritative, laced with a hint of worry. The thought of you harming yourself, even for his sake, is absolutely unbearable for him. Even though he knows you're joking right now, that is still not acceptable for him.

You continue laughing behind his back.He can tell that you're being playful and slightly joking, but the thought of you endangering yourself for his sake is no laughing matter

"I'm serious, love. Don't even joke about it. I would never, ever want you to harm yourself, no matter the reason, do you understand?"

He was again getting serious so you decided to shut him up by pressing your lips on his, his initial stern expression faltering as you planted a kiss on his lips. He melts into the kiss, his body responding to your touch. But when you part, he pulls back slightly, staring at you with a serious look.

"Promise me, love. Promise me you won't say or do anything like that, even in jest. I need your word."

"The bath would be ready for you by now, get your ass in the tub" A mixture of surprise and amusement flitting across his face at your command. But he's also relieved that you're changing the subject, realizing you're not taking this seriously.

"Alright, alright. I'll get my ass in the tub."

“Yes your cute ass” His cheeks heated up slightly at your compliment. Despite himself, he can't help but be slightly flustered by your comment, and he can't suppress a small, bashful smile

"Are you implying that you're only sending me to the tub so you can admire my 'cute ass'?"

“And what if I am?”

A smirk forming on his face as he realizes that you're playing this game. He decides to play along, a hint of teasing entering his voice

"Are you that addicted to my 'cute ass' then, love? Can't keep your eyes off it, even in the bathroom?"

“Love it so much I would”

His smirk grows wider at your confession. He steps closer to you, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper

"Is that right? You love it so much, you'd even watch me in the tub, huh?"

“I always keep staring at it in public” you admit what you fantazise about him.

A look of mock surprise passed through his face. He leans in even closer, his body almost touching yours as he replies in a low voice

"Is that why you never complain about me wearing tight jeans, love? You like the view, don't you?"

"Love it", you sent him a flying kiss.

His grin widening at your admission. He reaches out and gently grabs your hips, pulling you closer to him, so that your bodies are pressed together.

"Well, I'm glad you appreciate my assets, love. I'll make sure to wear them more often for you, then" laughing softly as you drag him to the tub. He follows willingly, enjoying the feeling of your hand in his.

"Looks like we're having a bubble bath tonight, huh, love?"

“We no?, you need to get the wax off”

nodding in agreement. He steps into the bathtub, lowering himself into the water. The warm water envelops his skin, providing a soothing sensation. He leans back against the tub, eyes closed in relaxation.

"You're right, I need to get the wax off. Mind helping me with that, love?"

"sure bun" a soft smile spreading across his face as you agree to help. He looks up at you, eyes half-lidded in relaxed anticipation as he responds,

"Thank you, love. I appreciate your help. This wax stuff feels weird, but I trust you to take care of it."

"Sorry I didn't ask you before using it, it completely slipped my mind. I'm sorry bun"

Shaking his head slightly, he replies

"It's okay, love. I know you didn't have bad intentions. And honestly, I don't mind trying new things with you. Just maybe give me a heads up next time, so I'm prepared, yeah?” he says, despising your worries.

"Sorry about this mess" you said scrubbing the wax off, he gives a slight shrug

"It's alright, love. Accidents happen, especially when we're trying new stuff. Don't worry too much about it. I'm more concerned about getting this wax off me, it's starting to feel uncomfortable"

"No I mean sorry about always being right, getting into fights because of it"

A small smile appears on his face. Though your stubbornness and insistence on being right can be frustrating at times, he also finds it endearing. He reaches out and takes your hand, gently squeezing it affectionately

"Ah, that. I admit, it can be a pain in the ass when we fight because of that. But you know I wouldn't change it, right? I love that fierce determination in you, even when you're insisting on being right. It's one of the things that makes you, well, you."

"No other man would tolerate me, only you gguk"

A soft chuckle escaping his lips. He gazes up at you, his expression filled with affection and love

“Exactly, no one else would be able to handle your stubborn, bossy, and feisty attitude. But I don't mind it, love. In fact, I sort of enjoy it, even though it drives me crazy sometimes."

“Sorry" you apologize knowing you are at fault as well.

"Don't apologize, love. Like I said, I don't mind it. Besides, it keeps things interesting, right? If you were always obedient and easy to handle, it would be so damn boring."

“I guess you're right”

"Of course I'm right. I'm always right" he teases you.

Once he is out of the tub you apply his favorite lotion, a content sigh leaves his lips as he feels the cool lotion against his skin. The relief of the wax being removed, coupled with the soothing touch of the lotion, is incredibly pleasant.

"Mmm, love, that feels so good right now. The lotion smells amazing too."

You again came back with the ointment which got washed up by the water, a slight wince escaping him as the ointment touches his raw skin. The area is still a little tender from before, but the cool ointment provides some relief.

"Ah, that stings a little bit. But I know it's necessary. I'll try to stay still as you apply it, love."

"Wear your clothes, I'm making the bed," you said, handing him the towel. Nodding his head in understanding he takes the towel from you

"Alright, love, I'll get dressed. You go ahead and take care of the bed. I'll be there in a moment." He quickly dried himself off and got dressed. Once he's done, he walks over to the bedroom, where he finds you making the bed.

Approaching you at the bed he watches silently for a moment, a small smile on his face as he observes you tidying up the blankets and pillows. Stepping closer to you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. His chin comes to rest on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind, his chest pressed against your back.

"Everything looks nice and neat, love. You always manage to make our bed look so inviting."

Gently nuzzling his face against your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin. The closeness and intimacy of the moment, coupled with the comfort of the made bed, brings a sense of peace and contentment to him

"I can't wait to crawl into bed with you, love. It's been a long day, and I could really use some cuddles with my favorite person."

"hmm only cuddles?" a sly smile forming on his lips at your question. He knows what you're implying, but he feigns innocence, playing along with your game.

"Only cuddles? Yeah, just cuddles. Why did you have something else in mind, love?"

"No nothing bun, let's cuddle"

He laughs at your response. He knows you're being cheeky, but he decides to go along with it for now, knowing that cuddles are always a welcome comfort.

"Alright, love, just cuddles it is. I'd never say no to snuggling up with you in bed."

He pulls you closer, a content sigh escaping his lips as he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. his tattooed arm wrapped around you, holding you tightly against his chest. The warmth and comfort of your body against his feels like a soothing balm after a long day. He plants gentle kisses on your neck, trailing up to your ear as he whispers, his voice low and sultry.

"Mmm... I could stay like this forever, love. Just holding you in my arms, feeling your soft skin against mine."

The feeling of your body against him and the sound of your soft sighs in his ear stirring something deep within him. He can't resist the urge to kiss your neck again, his lips moving in slow, languid kisses along the nape of your neck

"You're so damn addictive, love. You know that? I can never get enough of your scent, your touch, your presence. It's like you're a drug, and I'm completely addicted to you."

You brush his fluffy silky locks helping him relax, the feeling of your touch combined with the relaxing effect after the bath has an almost instantaneous calming effect on him. He feels his eyelids grow heavy, a wave of drowsiness washing over him.

"Mmm, that feels so good, love. Your touch always makes me feel so relaxed."

His arms loosen slightly, his body becoming limp against you as he drifts off into dreamland. A content, peaceful expression settles on his face, his lips slightly parted as he sleeps soundly.

"love" softly mumbling in his sleep as you brush your hands through his luscious, fluffy hair. The gentle, rhythmic motions of your touch create a soothing lullaby for him, deepening his slumber. He nuzzles his face further into your shoulder, seeking comfort and warmth even in his sleep

"I love you to death bub" you confess, his sleeping figure unable to respond to your declaration of love. But perhaps, even in his dreams, he can sense your presence and the depth of your affection for him. The smile that plays at the corners of his lips may be a silent affirmation of his love for you in return.

His peaceful, sleeping form snuggled up against you looks even more adorable in the soft lighting of the room. The relaxed expression on his face, with his slightly parted lips and soft, even breaths, makes him look almost ethereal. His features, free from any tension or worry, showcase his true beauty and innocence, making him your perfect man.

#jungkook #bts jungkook #bts #fanfic #married life #cutie patootie #wholesome #fluff #light dom/sub #rich wife #poor guy #golden maknae #ggukkie #couple

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oldiesstationlover11607 · 3 months ago

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In-ears - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: Anxiety

Word Count: 938

Summary: Reader comforts Tyler after his in-ears break during a show - requested

Every aspect of The Takeøver Tour had been thought out perfectly, every step and change managed by the crew. Tonight’s show had been great, everything sounded perfect, the crowd was lively, and no one fell over–despite how common it was. But I could tell something was off with Tyler, he sat on the piano listening to the clique sing, his entire demeanor just… off. It was clear he was taking deep breaths and shaking his head, all while staring at the ceiling. I wanted to go out there and ask him what was wrong, he never acted like this during shows–distant. As soon as the boys finished playing Trees and said goodbye to the clique, I rushed to the dressing room to meet them. Water bottle in hand, in-ears out, Josh had a concerned look plastered on his face as he quickly followed after Tyler, who’d walked right past me. My Tyler. He’d ignored me, despite very clearly seeing me waiting for him.

“I need to talk to Dave,” He dictated, a crew member nodding and leaving the room in a hurry. Dave was the boys’ sound guy, he made sure their in-ears were working and their packs were connected to the right frequencies. Tyler leaned towards Josh, whispering something to him that I couldn’t hear. Josh looked down at me. ‘Is he okay?’ I mouthed. He said nothing, not even a brief nod. Something had to be wrong. Dave walked into the room and Tyler put down his water bottle. “What’s the issue?” Dave asked.

“Okay, so either, I like, hurt my ears really really bad tonight,” he pointed to his in-ears, “or there’s something wrong with either the pack, the cable, or the ears.” I felt my stomach drop. Dave nodded, listening to exactly what Tyler was saying.

“If you give the ears to me, I’ll clean them, test them–”

“I’m like freaking out right now,” Tyler interrupted. I could tell he was freaking out, his entire body was stiff. “It feels like my left ear has blood coming out of it.” Josh nodded.

“That’s happened to me before.”

“I want you to keep my ears and the pack the way it is, and I want you to–I want to know exactly what’s wrong,” Tyler instructed, handing over the ears and pack to Dave. “Really worried right now. I would like you to find out whether or not there’s something wrong with that rig.” He held his hands together, trying to remain calm. Dave left the room to figure out what was wrong, leaving Tyler, Josh, and I alone.

“I’ve had cables go bad, and if you haven’t cleaned it in a while then ear wax can build up in there and it’ll sound like that ear’s broken,” Josh said, taking a sip of his water. His hair was stuck to the sides of his face, damp with sweat. Tyler hadn’t looked at me yet, hadn’t even acknowledged I was in the room with them. He pulled out his airpods and connected them to his phone. Josh grabbed my hand and led me out into the hall.

“Did I do something?” I asked, “Like I get the issue with the in ears is scary but what does that have to do with me?” Josh looked calm, like he knew exactly how to fix this.

“It’s scary being up on stage and not having your ears working. It can like–seriously damage your hearing and for a singer like Tyler that’s a big deal. He’s just freaked out right now.”

“How am I supposed to fix that though? He completely ignored me when he got off stage,” I muttered, folding my arms in front of my chest.

“Talk to him,” he offered, looking back at Tyler in the room. “I’m going to go see if they’re working on the ears but I’ll be back.” I nodded as he walked down the hall and around the corner, disappearing from my sight.

“Tyler?” I muttered, entering the room and taking a deep breath. Finally, he looked up at me, taking one of his airpods out to hear me. “Are you okay?” He shook his head and reached his arms out, asking me to come closer. I moved to sit on his lap, straddling him so I could properly talk to him.

“I’m scared, Y/N. The whole show, I was having these terrible thoughts about my career, my ears are done. I’m picturing touching my ear and seeing blood. I’m just–it’s just–a really freaky moment,” he mumbled, shoulders tense. I could hear Good Day playing through the airpod in his left ear and he closed his eyes in focus. The fact that Tyler was having those thoughts on stage worried me, he was so quick to go dark when things went wrong and it was hard to get him to talk about it with anyone–even Josh.

“You’re okay,” I cooed, running a hand through his blonde tips.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna be okay… I think I’m fine,” he fell back onto the couch and a slow smile crept onto his face. I returned the smile, relieved that he was okay, that we were okay. “There’s gotta be something wrong with that rig.” I nodded, listening to him think through the possible problems.

“Thanks for making sure I’m okay Y/N,” he cupped my jaw.

“Yeah well Josh is off making sure the pack and ears get fixed, okay?” I smiled.

“God, how did I get so lucky to have you and Josh here for me?” He chuckled. I leaned forward, our lips brushing gently against each other.

“It’s not luck if you deserve it Ty.”

Really enjoyed this one! Can't wait to write the next one :)

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marvelousmagicalaura · 14 days ago

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I'm... I'm too deep into the Mistborn-Warbreaker pipeline. Please help.

This is something I'm going to put into my back pocket. I'm just about to read the prologue of The Way of Kings.

I'll say this flat out, I'm sure Kelsier and certain Nalthians will be involved in the events on Roshar. I remember from The Lost Metal that there are Ghostbloods active on Roshar. Warbreaker didn’t present anything for me to assume Nalthians will be involved. But considering Warbreaker before Stormlight is a common suggestion… I'm confident something big must be happening on Roshar.

I wonder if Vasher will be for Endowment, what I believe Kelsier is for Sazed.

Someone who has had a major impact on their own planet, but the ruling Shard is nudging them to impact their planet and the cosmere in vital ways. All to lead towards a grand outcome centuries into the future. Endowment is nudging Vasher towards... something important.

The Lost Metal gave me the impression that Sazed secretly trusts Kelsier and the Ghostbloods, but his plan necessitates that they believe he distrusts them. The Lost Metal gave me the impression that while Sazed was inexperienced and blinded in some regards, he has something big planned in other regards. I think he was blindsided since he lacked firsthand experience in chessmastery, while he was facing a very experienced chessmaster who wields an incredible ability to see into the future. And it's possible that while his powers (especially Preservation) knew about Autonomy planting seeds over 1300 years ago, Autonomy stopped directly interfering until after his Ascension.

Even then, I thought Sazed showed very subtle signs his precognitive abilities were better than Autonomy. Autonomy completely ignored the Ghostbloods, Wayne, and Marasi. Sazed confirmed he made the Ghostbloods into his chess pieces even though they didn’t know. Specifically, he implied they were the mobilized help that didn't know they were the help.

His cultivation of Wayne implies he is extremely adaptable. Even though he didn’t know he needed Wayne 7 years and 5 months ago, he had plenty of time to make the realization and cultivate Wayne into the perfect Slider who could detonate the bomb. Heck, he might've realized Wayne's role in the 5 months between Wax’s return and The Alloy of Law. Plus, there was surely future sight going on when he sent Wax the note suggesting to make the trellium earring.

Shadows of Self confirmed that Marasi is one of his agents, someone he's maneuvering into a position that's good for the city. The only position that would fit is Governor of Elendel. I believe Sazed he was cultivating Marasi into the Governor who could reduce crime, improve the police system, and help the world. Not by relying on statistics, theory, violence, or secrecy. But by trusting people. In addition, I got the vibe Sazed was doing something similar to Leras' own "burn all the atium" plan. That he guided Marasi and the Ghostbloods towards the Community’s location. So that Marasi, the Ghostbloods, and the Community’s Allomancers can burn up the power of Autonomy’s perpendicularity. And perhaps so Marasi can freeze Autonomy's army. She even noted the similarities between what she needed to do, and Elend's army burning all the atium.

Fucking hell, Sazed even confirmed in Bands of Mourning that he arranged for the group to stop the Set's search. And that he trusted Marasi to use the Bands but give them up.

I would also say that Autonomy ignored Tobal, Maraga, and Marsh. Those three lead the group towards the Set's true plans.

So with all that yapping said, my pet theory is that Sazed has a subtle plan for Kelsier. That plan is for Kelsier to be Sazed’s real intended Sword, while Wax and Wayne’s escapades were necessary steps. But he needs Kelsier to learn a lesson essential for the Sword. Just like he needed Marasi to learn a lesson to be Governor, or needed Wax to fight through emotional turmoil to mow down the Set's military. Or how Preservation needed Vin, Elend, and Sazed to be cultivated into people with certain mindsets and Connections.

And don't forget that Sazed holds the full history, chessboard, and future sight of “Vin isn't the Hero of Ages, it is Sazed” and “The message delivered not to Vin, but to Marsh.”

Endowment and Sazed might be subtle but devious and dangerous.

#cosmere #cosmere spoilers #warbreaker #mistborn #mistborn era two #mistborn era 2

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politetim · 1 month ago

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The Depths of Ultra, part 1

This is the first 5ish pages to a short story I wrote in undergrad. I want to be an author, I am a writer, but I work doing other things to make ends meet. This specific story is my best and most polished work, but its too long to be submitted to any competition and too short to be a book. I have no idea what I am doing. -Enjoy ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“ -and you’ll never be!” his father growled. Eorling cringed away from the disappointment in his father’s eyes. The burning stare followed him as he ran away through an endless corridor that stretched out to the horizon and up to the sky. Behind him, his father’s scolding rant followed him, growing louder and louder until the nightmarish specter was upon him.

Eorling flinched and groaned as someone banged away in the hallway with a pair of wooden clackers. He rolled over, peering at the wall between him and his door, as if he would suddenly become clairvoyant. He pulled himself out of bed, and the clackers sounded again. This time, whoever was wielding them called aloud.

“Up! Up, you shiftless, lazy, long-eared louts! We’re digging today! Ankirat burn your slow bones! Get out here now!”

The voice belonged to one Foreman Ozglow. Experienced and effective, he was one of the most favored foremen in all of Ultra. The stout dwarf commanded respect and not a little awe, with an armored beard and arms covered in the scars of many battles. He could also bang clackers together loud enough to wake the dead.

Eorling hastily stuffed himself into his work clothes: a thick linen shirt and canvas overalls. He stomped his feet into sturdy, steel capped boots with thick soles and wax-sealed walls that kept out the water and damp. The hat he fit onto his head was also capped with steel, and the padding inside was brand new. Overall it was a snug, comfortable outfit that was built for hard work. Dressed, Eorling drained the dregs of last night's beer that he had left, tugged his beard, wiped his mustache, and was off.

The rest of the crew was out in the hallway, stretching and scratching themselves. The Foreman was counting heads and was already geared up. A spark of excitement flared in Eorling. Today’s the start of my shift. After putting in a full forty-eight hour shift, he would be a professional miner with all of the glory that came with it. He would also finally be considered an adult. Eorling hoped it would be enough to get the respect he so desperately desired from his father. Eorling’s father was a bitter dwarf. After a smithing accident took his arm, he had become rough and callous and often directed his misery at his only son. Eorling had battled for decades to earn his old man’s appreciation, but nothing seemed to work. Maybe, Eorling thought, this will turn the tide. A nice haul of loot and a good shift of work. He can’t ignore that.

The others were all there: Rikin, the foreman’s second, who had spent more time in the dark of the depths of Tera than in Ankirat’s daylight; Azik, who always carried his pick and shovel across his shoulders and bragged about his way with the lasses at the tavern; Krozlin, the only female dwarf on the crew, who was more than a match for any of them; and Eorling, the greenbeard. Foreman Ozglow turned, nodded as he counted Eorling, then spoke again.

“Right, lads! I’ve got a treat for the lot of you, and, if you don’t appreciate it, then you can sod off! Heading to Kron three. Gear up there.”

The rest turned to hustle that way. Eorling did too, but Ozglow stopped him with an outstretched hand. The foreman’s deep amber eyes studied him seriously. Previous apprehensions about his father’s lack of acceptance crept back into Eorling’s mind.

“Watch yourself down there, lad. I ain’t keeping firm eyes on you, and neither are the others.”

“Yes, foreman,” Eorling replied.

Ozglow’s stare was unblinking. “I mean it lad. You want to be a man? Act like one. Get moving.”

The hand was raised, and Eorling carried on. He trundled along through a maze of gray, stone tunnels, navigating in the dim light by reading the tunnel names at each intersection. The flickering lantern lights would not give enough light for humans or elves or immortals, but for the superior eyesight of the dwarves it was more than enough. After a short jog, he puffed his way up to a large, mostly empty room. Other than its entryway, it had three more portals, set into angled walls at one end. All three of these arches were numbered on their keystone, with the title for this section of the mine carved above them: “Kron.”

The rest of his crew were pulling equipment from a set of battered old footlockers, and joking amongst themselves. Rikin did not speak much, and when he did, it was in a low, soft tone. Azik was loud and boisterous, always looking to get a snide jab in, whereas Krozlin was simply untouchable by the insults, always giving back as good as she got. Azik found no purchase today and turned to Eorling.

“Greenbeard! Glad you finally caught up.” With an easy smirk, the dwarf leaned back against a wall. “I was worried I’d have to do all the mining my own damn self!”

Krozlin snorted and retorted with her North-Laker accent. “Oh give off, you blow-beard. You couldn’t work a stout into a froth with those arms of yours.”

Azik waved a hand as if he was swatting her words away. “I told you I’m not talking to you anymore, lass. No use in it.”

“Because you cannae stand a lady.”

Eorling kept his head down as he began to untangle a harness from one of the lockers. He knew joining in was a sure way to become the butt of the joke, and he had no want to embarrass himself on his first shift. Azik and Krozlin kept going.

“I love my ladies! And they love me! You’re just a curmudgeon what doesn’t know when to stop!”

“Hah!” She laughed, pausing in the act of pulling her harness up to her hips. “ Those skinny flits at the tavern, ladies? I’ve found human lads firmer than em! Those are sickly girls, and you should keep your hands off of em!”

Rikin made himself heard. “No, he should feed them. I agree, some of the younger ones have begun looking too thin for their own good.”

“Hear that Azik? Right from one who ought to know!”

Eorling continued getting his gear on. A shovel, a pickaxe, a small hammer and chisel, his harness and some protective plates, a cap spindle to hold a candle for light, a mine mug with a hinged lid on it, metal edging for his boots, and a few brass beard-studs to keep his facial hair firmly fixed in its braided pattern. This kept it from getting frizzy in the damp of the depths. He sat to dig out his gloves, as the rest of the crew were sitting by now.

Azik turned to him. “Well, what about you? You’re young, and you don’t look too thin, but your arms could do with a good double shift.”

“Ah,” he stuttered, “m-maybe, yeah.” Eorling had never known he was embarrassed about his lack of a love life. Until now.

“So shy! Kroz, you might like this lad, he’s all meek!”

Eorling felt a blush rising as the miner lady laughed. “Maybe! But no, I’m going steady still.”

“What, with that clerk lass–”

Ozglow marched into the room, hands full with rolled parchment and the specialized equipment of a foreman, such as a compass and loupe, pens and ink, and a set of acidic vials designed to detect metal purity. Each dwarf stopped talking and stood. Allowing your foreman or superior to stand alone was a grievous offense. He stayed silent and pulled to a stop, distracted by a few extra candle sticks that were refusing to sink into his pocket. He jiggled them a bit, and they finally fell into place. Then he turned to face his miners.

“You’re all suited and ready. Good. The last crew will be up soon, so hop to it! I need three barrels of beer, a box of rations–the ones with the good jerky, mind you–a box of flints and steels, a dozen torch points, some of that Drunder Good Bread, and three lengths of chain.”

He turned to each of them “Azik, you go get the beer–and none of that Sonder Suds swill. Krozlin, you get the jerky and the bread. Rikin you get the odds and ends, and Eorling,” he said as he turned to the new miner, “get the chains. They are two lefts and a right. Well? What in Judge’s hammers are you all standing about for? Go! Get me my equipment, you slow bones!”

Krozlin cackled a laugh and they each hustled off to their duties. Eorling saw that they did not need directions to get their materials, and felt slightly ashamed that he did. He followed the direction, leaving and turning left out of the door, then left again at the nearest intersection, and finally a right. The endless grays of the dusty tunnels could be confusing, but Eorling made sure not to stray from his given path. This led him into an alley full of heavy equipment, including the chains he needed. Each chain length was standardized, being twenty feet long.

The chains were an odd part of dwarven society. Some of them had existed for a long time, helping works for thousands of years. Though it was not difficult for the dwarves to make more, there was a certain love for old chains. Each chain had a history, a lineage. Each one was a chain to the works of their ancestors, both literally and metaphorically, and some of the lengths here were thousands of years old. In the King’s Peak, there were a set of chains that were over ten thousand years old. They had aided in great constructions and even the killing of great foes, and were venerated by all dwarves.

Eorling selected three that seemed young enough for him to move. Touching or handling older chains was inappropriate for him. He slung one over each shoulder and swayed with their weight. They were heavy, and as he grabbed for the third, he pitched wildy off balance. With a clank-filled crash, he crumpled back against the wall, smothered by the chains. Eorling struggled to stand or wriggle out of the chains; he simply could not muster the strength.

Thankfully, he did not need to call out for help, which might’ve shamed him eternally. A soft voice spoke from the mouth of the alley.

“Hands full then, greenbeard?”

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merakiui · 2 years ago

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I will always love how you will get on your knees for Azul in a heart beat but in the same breathe slander him (we love the duality). But now I’m curious, top bedrooms in twst that you would like to be taken in, and/or if we just wanna be a little more daring, what are the top places you would like to be taken by and who? Like whether it be in the Monstro lounge by the twins, the Heartslabyul maze by Cater, bell tower by Rollo.

OOOOOO good questions!!! there are so many places in the twst world that would be absolutely amazing to be taken in. orz please forgive the shameless simping written below.

top bedrooms

✧ azul's room but at night specifically because omg the ambience!!!! his bed looks really soft and comfortable as well, and it would be so nice to wake up in it in the morning and eat pastries and casually chat after a long night hehe.

✧ riddle's room because i really like the canopy bed he has. also all of the red... so pretty and cute. T_T he could use a riding crop on me. he could use a collar on me. he could tie me up and step on me. anything riddle wants, riddle will get. orz but also slow, soft, romantic sex would be so nice with him. let's cry through our orgasms together, riddle. <3

✧ jade and floyd's room because the way it is visually split in half is so apparent but also so fun. floyd's messy bed would be fun to fuck in, but i also feel like the twins might push the beds together for more space (or maybe they will leave one bed for not much space just to make things more cramped). >:) i'd like to make a mess of jade's nicely made bed and in return he can make a mess of me. sandwiched by two mafia eels... aaaaa i am leaving the room bruised and littered in bites, but that is okay because i'll probably find myself back there next weekend so they can open the bite marks once again.

✧ rook's room is just so elegant (ignoring the peeling wallpaper that reveals candid photographs). i like the canopy with the moons and stars. it's very pretty!! sex with rook would be so nice because no matter what he would be so sweet and wonderful, albeit a little troublesome when he starts waxing poetry when he's buried so deeply. but a man who is so eloquent with words must be good with his mouth, so do not let me down, mr. hunt!!!

✧ vil's room is also very elegant!! i would happily spend a night in there with vil. but it would feel like the room of a royal because of how lavish it looks, so it will take some time to get used to. it's a pretty room for a pretty man. (♡▽♡)

✧ idia's bedroom is messy, but i think his bed looks so comfortable. i'll put on whatever cosplay he wants. i will wear the maid outfit and the cat ears and the cow print lingerie. anything for my cute gamer boyfriend!! sleepy sex would be so nice with him.

✧ malleus's room has a very gothic charm to it (as does all of diasomnia). i would definitely like to be taken there, but maybe while it's raining for extra sleepy ambience.

top locations

✧ mostro lounge in the booths or in azul's vip room. but most importantly: MOSTRO LOUNGE AQUARIUM OMG...... admittedly, the aquarium scene in azul thought four was very self-indulgent because it's just so pretty at night. the glowing illumination... the sea life and the pretty corals aaaa!! it's really too perfect for sex and monsterfucking. it doesn't matter if it's azul, the twins, one of the twins, all three of them. in conclusion, someone is leaving that aquarium filled and (spoilers) it is me. :^) azul's vip room would be fun because the twins could fuck me so good against azul's desk or on the sofas; omg or on the sofa while azul's horny gripping through his paperwork hehe. omg also getting railed against the bar in mostro lounge by floyd because he's too bored and uninspired to mix new drinks!!!! orz orz orz just one chance, floyd. please.

✧ in this tunnel hallway!!!! it would be so good at night... we don't even need to have sex there. i would just love to make out with any of the octavinelle trio against the glass. but also making out there with riddle and we have to be chased away by an annoyed azul!!! aaaaaa rivalry. <3

✧ another place i would absolutely make out in would be the hall of mirrors. getting so wrapped up with any of them and we fall through one of the mirrors hehe. falling through the octavinelle mirror with riddle or through the heartslabyul mirror with azul... omg.

✧ ABSOLUTELY THE BELL TOWER WITH ROLLO OTL there's something so exhilarating about being so high up and vulnerable... but also i think any shadowed space within noble bell would be good for quick trysts. i will give president flamm the best head of his life wherever he wants. he deserves good head, lots of love, and many warm, buttery croissants!! <3

✧ styx private room....... styx idia could do whatever he wants to me in there. just dress me up as your little lab rat with those choker collars and i will do anything for you, mr. acting director. :) also the styx control room!!! i'll give idia the sloppiest head under the desk while he's reviewing gathered data and after that he can rail me on the table.

✧ savanaclaw lounge at night hehe. sex in the pool under the waterfall would be so fun aaaaaaa. leona, i will do all the work. just sit back and let me ride. <3 the entire dorm could use me if they wanted. i will not complain.

✧ scarabia lounge at night!!!!!! the open air!!! the cushions and rugs!!!! the moonlight!!!!! i would get drunk and silly with kalim and jamil there. someone is becoming a father that night.

✧ heartslabyul kitchen with trey. <3 OOHHH TREY.... TREY!!!!! OTL i am down so horrendous for the sweet and secretly mischievous baker who would fuck me so good against the countertop. orz and then right after that he'd have a delicious pastry and some tea waiting. call me a donut with how cream-filled i will be afterwards.

✧ unbirthday party... orz new tradition: everyone can rail me against the tables. yes, it will ruin the display. yes, it will be messy. but it would be so fun omg.

✧ the rose maze with cater and his clones would also be fun!!! truthfully, i would fuck cater anywhere in heartslabyul because it would be really enjoyable with him (just two best friends with benefits having some quality time together hehe). also, getting caught by riddle would be fun. "you're getting your fluids on the furniture with these indecent acts!!!! >:( off with your head!!!!" riddle just does not know the best medicine for stress is sex. :( if it's off with my head, how can i possibly give it to him??? truly a dilemma...

✧ wherever the housewardens have their meetings. i could take all of them. >:) i will take all of them. they do not call the ramshackle prefect the beast tamer for nothing!!!!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #i am always on my knees for mr. ashengrotto #but i am also always slandering him orz very true #in conclusion: there are many wonderful places in twst to be railed in

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cutelittleleftoverghosts · 2 years ago

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duvet~ Joel Miller x fem!reader chap. 1

masterlist~

warnings~ blood mentioned, death mentioned, violence, please lmk if i missed any!

wordcount~ 3.0k+

And all the fears you hold so dear Will turn to whisper in your ear...

Rain soaked your shirt, the once crisp white now smearing with mud and scarlet. Pushing bag your bangs you bit your lip, drawing blood as you curse silently. Turning on your heel to leave you pause before retrieving something from the floor, the silver shining as it passes the dim light of the lamp whose wax was now spilling to the ground.

Taking a deep breath you grip your bag tighter and reach down to close the still open pair of once green eyes, which are now a cloudy white, and then run.

Your feet don't take you for admittedly, not even ten feet later you're crouched in the dirt after slipping in a puddle of mud, bile hanging in the back of your throat. You try to choke it back, tears brimming in your eyes, but fail miserably as the rain picks up in tempo. Wiping your mouth you push back the hot tears now falling down your cheeks as you choke back a sob, not wanting to draw the attention of anyone, or anything.

And then you begin the walk back.

After reaching the outer limits of the QZ you give the perimeter a once-over. Guards posted everywhere, like normal, you think to yourself before one of them squints in your direction and begins to walk over. Panicking you back up, nearly tripping over your own feet when you notice him stopping, a man, woman, and girl standing in front of him. You flinch when the man rushes the guard, punching him again and again before the rest are alerted.

"Joel, she's infected!" the woman calls out as she turns to run.

But the man ignores her and ushers them forward and under a school bus, obscuring them from your view.

"Well, there goes my plan on getting home before curfew," you mutter to yourself as you crouch down and attempt to grab your bag.

But before you can you hear the sound of running. Looking up you see the group leaving.

Glancing back at the compound you bite your lip and make the decision to run after them. Your now dry shoes slam against the dirt as you run, trying to catch up when you hear a loud bang, and then everything goes dark as you fall forward.

As you struggle to regain your senses, your head throbbing with pain, you realize that you've been shot. You try to stand up, but your legs feel weak, and you stumble back down to the ground. You hear footsteps approaching, and then a pair of hands grab you roughly by the shoulders, dragging you to your feet.

You look up to see the man who had attacked the guard earlier, his face twisted in anger. "What are you doing here?" he demands, his breath hot on your face.

"I-I was just trying to get home," you stammer, trying to pull away from him. But he holds you tightly, his grip like a vise.

Coughing you taste the metallic tang of blood and bring a hand to your lips, your fingers a dark crimson when you take them away.

"W-what," you gasp as you look down, your shirt now completely red as the blood dripped down your waist.

Hyperventilating you feel dizzy as a woman shoves him to the side and raises your shirt, "Shit," she whispers as she puts pressure on the wound, "Grab my bag."

You can feel your vision growing darker as she gets to work, carefully pulling the bullet out of your wound before grabbing a bottle of clear liquid.

"This is going to hurt," she warns before pouring the liquid over your wound, causing you to scream out in agony. But it's over quickly, and she begins to wrap your wound tightly with a bandage.

You're barely conscious, but you can feel yourself being lifted up and carried away. You don't know where they're taking you, but at this point, you're too weak to care. The rain continues to pound against your skin, but all you can feel is the pain in your side.

As you drift in and out of consciousness, you hear snippets of conversation around you. They're discussing your injuries, and you hear the woman say that she's done what she can for you but that you need to get medical attention soon. You feel a sense of panic wash over you as you realize the severity of your wound.

The rain seems to be getting worse, and you can hear thunder in the distance. You're jostled around as the group hurries along, and you can feel the chill of the wet air seeping into your bones.

You try to stay awake, but your body is exhausted, and the pain is overwhelming. You feel yourself slipping away, and the last thing you hear is the sound of the rain as it continues to fall around you.

The next thing you know, you're waking up in a dimly lit room, your head still throbbing with pain. You try to sit up, but a sharp pain in your side makes you gasp and fall back down.

"Hey, take it easy," a voice says from beside you, and you turn to see the woman who had helped you earlier. "You're lucky to be alive, you know."

You nod weakly, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her. "Thank you," you whisper hoarsely, your throat sore from screaming earlier.

"Don't mention it," she says her eyes nervous as she stands.

You can hear her frantic whispers to the man as the girl sits down across from you. She crosses her arms as she opens her bag and starts to eat.

"So, what were you doing outside back inside the QZ?" she questions as she takes another bite of her sandwich, her expression bored.

Sighing you shrug, "You mean what was I doing outside the QZ," you pause to cough, throat still dry from earlier.

Her brow raises, her interest now clearly piqued as she puts her food back in her bag, "You weren't trying to leave?"

Laughing bitterly you whisper, "No," thinking about the events of the last week.

You open your mouth to say more, but get interrupted when the woman looks down at you and holds out her hand, "I'm Tess, this is Joel," she says hurriedly.

Her expression is full of faux politeness as she helps you up, "Careful you don't want to rip your stitches."

Nodding you steady yourself and reach for your bag, but a hand grabs your wrist, and you flinch.

"What were you doing outside the QZ?"

Wrenching your hand out of his grip you frown.

You shrug again, "Just exploring?" you offer, hoping he doesn't hear how shaky your voice is.

Joel gives you a skeptical look, but Tess steps in, "She's not a threat, Joel. She's injured and what's she going to do?"

Joel still seems wary, but he nods in agreement. "Fine, but once she's healed, she's on her own."You nod in understanding, grateful for their help but not wanting to overstay your welcome.

You nod in understanding, grateful for their help but not wanting to overstay your welcome.

Walking out the front door you feel tears brimming in your eyes as Ellie's widen, "Wow."

"Yeah, pretty different in the daylight," Tess comments as you start to walk past them, only occasionally feeling a sharp pain in your stomach.

"We should get movin'," Joel says as he passes you.

It doesn't take too long to get stopped as Tess and Joel begin to debate which way is better.

"So the museum is across there. It's about a ten-minute walk if you go straight."

"Long way or short way?" Jpel asks as he looks out across the abandoned buildings.

"I mean, it's the long way or 'we're fuckin' dead' way," says, Tess as she tightens her grip on her backpack.

"Well, I vote the long way based on that limited information," Ellie chimes in as your mind spins.

To you, the choice was obvious, the short way. Mainly because the last time you came through, the long way was crawling with clickers, the short way not so much. Sure there were a few, but nothing you and your brother couldn't handle.

Feeling your stomach churn you blurt out, "Short way," and Tess and Joel just stare at you like you're crazy.

Clearing your throat, you continue, "It's just, when I came through and then came back, there weren't nearly as many clickers as there were on the long way."

They look at you skeptically and Joel scoffs, "We have to check it from the hotel first. For all I know, you might be trying to get us killed."

Biting your lip you sigh in annoyance, "I'm not, I was there-"

Tess places a hand on your shoulder, interrupts you, and starts walking. Groaning you follow them, already knowing what awaits you.

"Where the fuck are they already?" Ellie asks as you weave in between the abandoned and broken down cars.

"You'll know it when they're close," Tess says looking around.

"I didn't know last time," Ellie replies as Tess turns to her.

"How did you get bit?"

Flinching your grip tightens on your bag, your head spinning you stop in your tracks and stare.

"The fuck," you breathe out nearly tripping over your shoes as you back up, and feel something solid hit your back.

A pair of hands land on your shoulders, steadying you as Tess explains. You nod, but don't believe a word she says as you shove Joel's hands away.

Apparently, they had discussed it when you were unconscious, which made it more suspicious to you, but hey you were lucky they hadn't left you to die.

It doesn't take long before you reach your destination, an abandoned hotel that's just as flooded, if not more than when you'd last seen it. You sigh as you realize your wound might get infected when wading through it when Ellie groans, "You've gotta be kidding me!"

"Wait are we going in there?" she questions as Joel steps into the water.

"Yeah we gotta get to the stairwell on the other side," Tess says before cursing under her breath, "Shit, your wound."

Ellie looks back at you, concerned, "Will it get infected? I mean, the water's probably crawling with bacteria and stuff."

Nodding at your wound she frowns, "You think it'll be okay?"

"Um, maybe? I'm not sure," you reply, feeling a bit anxious about the whole situation.

Joel turns around and looks at you, "We don't have much of a choice. We'll have to take the risk."

With a deep breath, you step into the murky water and try to keep your wound as dry as possible. The water is cold and the stench is overwhelming, but you keep moving forward, following Tess and Joel through the flooded hotel.

And that's when you feel your feet slip and your body falls forward, the cold water soaking your hair as you clench your eyes shut and stand. Feeling a hand on your back you try to rub your eyes as you cough up water.

As you stand back up, you feel the sharp pain in your stomach intensify. You groan, clutching your wound, as Tess rushes over to check on you. "Are you okay?" she asks, her voice laced with concern.

"I'm fine," you say, trying to catch your breath. "It's just my wound...it hurts."

Tess nods, her eyes scanning your body for any signs of further injury. "We need to get out of this water," she says, turning to Joel. "We can't risk your wound getting infected."

He sighs in frustration before you feel yourself being lifted up. Feeling a blush rise to your face, "Put. me. down."

He scoffs, and continues walking, ignoring your grumbling.

You can't help but feel embarrassed as Joel carries you out of the water and onto dry land. You feel like a burden, slowing them down and putting them in danger with your injury. But you push those thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand.

As you walk through the hotel, you can feel the tension in the group rising. The silence is suffocating, broken only by the sound of your footsteps and the occasional splash of water. You try to keep your mind off the pain in your stomach and the fear of what might be lurking in the shadows.

Finally, you reach the stairwell and start to make your way up. It's a slow and painful climb, but you're grateful for the break from the water. As you reach the top, you're greeted by a locked door.

"Fuck," Tess mutters, trying to force it open. "It's jammed."

You flinch as you lean against the wall, the pain worsening as she looks up, "We'll have to go up."

"Hey, maybe I should? I am the smallest one here," Ellie says as she raises her hand.

Tess shakes her head and climbs up.

Shifting nervously on your feet you flinch at something poking into your shoulder, turning you meet eyes with Joel, an old and battered first aid kit in his hand.

Taking it so carefully as if it's made of glass you thank him, "Thank you," and turn away to lift up your shirt, blood now free flowing down your waist, staining your jeans.

Groaning you grab the bottle of clear liquid and bite down on the hem of your shirt before a hand snatches it from you, "Let me, you'll spill it with your hand shaking like that."

Joel's voice is low and steady, lacking the usual gruffness. You look up at him, surprised by his gentle demeanor, and nod gratefully as he pours the liquid onto your wound.

You grit your teeth as the alcohol stings, but you know it's necessary to prevent infection. Joel wraps a clean bandage around your waist, securing it tightly. "You okay?" he asks, his eyes meeting yours.

You nod, grateful for his help. "Yeah, thanks," you say, feeling a sense of relief wash over you.

The door knob starts to turn and then opens with a bang, revealing Tess shaking her head.

"No," is all she says as you follow her through the door.

A small tarp covered patio greets you, neon green chairs and tables perfectly arranged as if the world hadn't come to a sudden halt. You smile as your hand runs over one of the chairs, then freeze when you see over the balcony.

"Hell," you whisper as you look down.

There were twice as many as last time, no maybe five times more, and it hadn't even been a week.

"So, short way it is," Ellie laments as you all turn to exit the hotel.

The museum stands in front of you, surrounded by an air of desolation. You can't help but feel a sense of dread as you approach it, remembering the last time you had stepped foot inside. The group moves cautiously, scanning their surroundings for any signs of danger.

As you make your way inside, the air is thick with the smell of decay and the sounds of clicking and growling. You tighten your grip on your knife, your heart pounding in your chest.

You can hear Joel and Tess moving ahead of you, and then they come to a stop. Motioning you forward. You feel your stomach sink when you catch sight of a clicker, the familiar grey shirt stained red, and the once piercing green eyes now a cloudy white. You feel tears prick at your eyes as you take a step back, and knock over a glass.

The sound of shattering glass echoes through the quiet museum, and the clicker's head snaps in your direction. It starts to move towards you, its clicking becoming louder and more frenzied. You freeze, your mind racing as you try to come up with a plan.

Just as it's about to latch its teeth into your neck, Joel opens fire on it, the sound of gunfire ringing in your ears as you step back as he screams, "Run!"

You can feel your hands shake as another one runs at you and Ellie, Tess shoots at it, and then you run. You feel a sharp pain on your arm and bite back a scream as one of the clickers sinks its teeth into your arm. Wrenching your arm free you stab at it and run again, nearly tripping over a table as you hear a thud coming from another room.

"Fuck," you whisper as you push your sleeve back, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck," you carefully pull the sleeve back down and leave the room, eyes scanning for any other clickers.

You stop when you see Joel and Ellie crouched behind a cabinet and go take a step in when you hear the crunching of glass. You watch in horror as it jumps down from the table and lands on Ellie, its mouth mere inches from her face, and to them.

Light flashes as Joel pulls out his pistol and fires, the clicker falling limp to the ground. He pulls Ellie up, checking her over for any injuries, and another one comes running in, this time Tess slashing it in the head with a hatchet as Joel finishes it off.

"You all right?" he asks Tess as he looks up from the corpse.

She sighs, her breathing labored, "Twisted ankle, but yeah."

"You all right?" she asks looking to you.

You open your mouth to respond but Ellie beats you to it, "Well, I didn't shit my pants so," she trails off as she looks down at her arm, a fresh bite mark in the middle of it, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

You shove away the urge to involuntarily itch at your own bite, and look to the floor.

"I mean, if it was gonna' happen to one of us."

"Hey," Tess interrupts, nodding her head at the door, "Let's get the fuck outta here."

And with that Joel opens the window, letting in warm rays of the sun.

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freakshowtwopointoh · 9 months ago

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Come Home With Me - All I've Ever Known Part 7

Come home with me

Maybe because she'll make you feel alive

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If you had told me at the start of the semester that Jordan Li would become my closest friend on campus I would have laughed in your face. But it was November now, and I found myself looking for them in every room, letting out a sigh of relief when our eyes would meet. Even though I barely understood myself, Jordan seemed to really see me - the me underneath the layers of deception and anxieties. They would catch my eye across the classroom when one of our professors said something particularly inane, a shared moment of truth amongst the lies.

If I was truly honest with myself, it reminded me of Sam. I could never hide my true feelings or intentions from him either. We used to have the same kind of moment when our dad would wax on and on about what it means to be a hero or whatever sanctimonious bullshit he was spewing that night at the dinner table. And it was an addictive and terrifying thing to be truly known. Especially when there are still skeletons in my closet, and threats looming on the horizon.

Being with Jordan made it easier to push those worries away. They started crashing my study time at the library, sidling up to my table with their characteristic smirk, a coffee in hand.

Today, they slid a cookie across the table at me. I raised an eyebrow at them in confusion but they pointedly ignored me, pulling out their laptop. But I swear I saw a small, satisfied smile flit across their face when I ate it.

It’s strange, the things you notice about someone when you spend a lot of time together. For example, I had never paid attention to how someone moves before. But Jordan moves with precision, like they’ve mapped out what they’re going to do before they’ve done it. And yet, they move quickly - lightning fast reflexes. Despite being a supe, I still usually felt like I had to choose between speed and accuracy, and Jordan had both in spades.

There are other things I’ve noticed. Things I wouldn’t dare admit to - it makes me sound like a creep. But I know the kind of cologne they wear (L'eau d'Issey - I may or may not have recognized the smell in store right away), I know the face they make when they’re biting back a quip, and... yeah, I’m falling for Jordan fucking Li. Despite my best efforts, despite the insane nonsense happening around us, despite the fact that I’m still keeping major secrets from them, I get fucking butterflies when they smile at me.

They don’t need to know about my ... incident during the spring. They’re already helping me with my family shit, already drove me to the fucking cemetery, already help so much with the nightmares that don’t seem to be getting any better. The details are irrelevant, and besides - no one else knows. No one else can know. Even Robert, my dad’s lawyer, keeps certain details from him. The only one who knows the whole truth is Grace, and that’s because she’s the one who found me.

Last night was really bad. I might need to change my sleeping aid because I’m skipping the same number of days but I couldn’t wake up last night. I was trapped, choking, feeling his hand gripping the back of my neck and pressing me deeper into the water.

I don’t remember what happened properly either, which makes it that much harder. It’s like a series of scenes from a television show that have been put back in the wrong order. The doctors said that PTSD is like a memory filing error. My brain was trying to keep me alive, and it didn’t have time to organize the memories properly and put them away in the right place. To me, it feels like I’m still putting together the puzzle of my own life, and I can’t keep my hands from shaking so I keep dropping the pieces. I’m not sure if I’ll ever know the full extent of what happened to me during those few days, or why it happened.

Jordan coughs, and I blink, only to realize I had been staring off into the distance for who knows how long.

“Earth to Maggie. Everything all right up there?” They asked, and despite the casual smirk on their face, I knew they genuinely cared. But that didn’t mean I could tell them everything. That wouldn’t be fair, and it would start me down a path of remembering that would just cause more problems. So I just smiled and nodded.

“Just had trouble sleeping last night.” I said, hoping I sounded relaxed about it.

“Worse than usual?” They asked, looking up briefly from their screen. I nodded, and Jordan just gave me a soft smile before going back to their work. I was glad they didn’t push the issue. Then I remembered their tentative offer from a month or so ago.

By the way, if you ever need to, uh, train with someone

Maybe burning off some steam before bed would do me some good. “Hey, if you’re free tonight... would you be willing to spar for a bit?” I asked hesitantly. “If the offer still stands, of course.” They grinned at me impishly.

“Hell yeah.” And so we ended up in the training room once more, decked out in athletic gear, but this time we were facing down each other instead of sandbags. I settled into my usual stance for sparring but Jordan just smirked and came to adjust my stance. They used their foot to move mine a few inches to the left, and then their hands were on my hips, grabbing them softly and adjusting the angle slightly. My mind went blank.

I didn’t think one touch could render me speechless, but it was all I could do to keep my face from betraying my emotions. My skin burned slightly where their fingers had been, and I swallowed hard. Then Jordan fell into their own fighting stance, their bob tied back, and nodded once.

Especially when fighting, Jordan is fast - and perceptive. Even when I’m trying to disguise my feints, they still seem to know exactly where I’m planning on striking. I sighed in frustration as they continued blocking every strike without breaking a sweat.

“Your lean is a bit too exaggerated when you feint.” They explained, taking a long drink from their water. I tear my eyes away from them before I can really start staring.

We started exchanging blows again and I focused on keeping my movements natural. I even got a few hits in before I got over confident and ended up backed into a corner. And there was that stomach lurching, heart pounding, mind melting feeling as our eyes met. You would think that it’d be impossible to be intimidated by someone a few inches shorter than you, but I legitimately felt my breath catch in my throat.

“You’re improving, little mouse, but I still win.” They said lowly, with that fucking smirk again, and I swallowed hard. I knew I should have something clever to say but I couldn’t think about anything but their piercing brown eyes which were staring deep into my soul.

“One more round,” I said huskily. It would be three more rounds before we both went back to the townhouse to crash. And, surprisingly, no nightmares.

Luke’s POV

When my dad explained his plans for our future all those years ago, it all made sense. I remember sitting in his office, pleased to be included in the work my dad was doing.

“Luke, I’m telling you this because you’re the eldest - that means you’re the leader. Your mother and I have always known that you and your siblings would be incredible heroes. We made a deal with the people behind the seven to get you, Margaret, and Sam what you’ll need to be the best heroes you can be.” He said to me, holding my gaze to impress the seriousness of his request. “I’m going to need your help to make sure that your siblings stay on the right track, ok? This world is full of temptations - but you three have a responsibility as heroes.”

A responsibility as heroes. That stuck with me - more than I think he intended. And it became clear throughout the years that my siblings did not feel the same way. They didn’t feel the sense of duty I felt towards society. I have these powers - shouldn’t I be using them for good?

I knew our dad just had our best interests at heart, and I understood his motivations. So I was okay doing what he asked. Even when it felt... wrong. Like reading my sister’s journal and reporting on her research and inventions. Or helping them put Sam in that facility. I try not to think about that too much - he killed himself two days after he was admitted there, and it still feels like it's my fault. I isolated him from his support system - but he needed help, more help than we could give him. Dad had been right all along - unfortunately. Maggie’s insistence that Sam is alive when she doesn’t know anything is infuriating. She wasn’t there when Sam was committed. She didn’t see the animal look in his eyes when he was being driven away. After seeing that, it was much easier to understand how he could have killed himself.

A few days before the gala, my dad called me to chat about Maggie and her ... attitude problem. I had noticed it, of course - she had no desire to actually put in the work to become a hero or flesh out the story that had been created for her - to cover up her mistakes.

“Listen, son, I need a bit more help with your sister. Despite all the work Robert and I put in to get her this deal, she’s still dragging her feet, and we are getting a bit... concerned.” He said seriously. “We were hoping you could talk to her at the gala, and introduce her to some of my associates. She’s a good girl, and she means well, but sometimes I think she forgets what’s truly at stake.” We’d had this kind of conversation before. It was different when she and Sam were together - they brought out the worst in each other. Idealistic, stubborn, and selfish. They have no understanding of what it takes to become a hero or what it took for them to even get their powers in the first place.

“Of course, dad. She’s smart, she’ll come around.” I said, and I hoped I was right.

“She better. A lot changed when Sammy died. We can’t afford any more setbacks.” The casual way he spoke about Sam’s death - as if it hadn’t changed everything - made my stomach churn, but as usual, I ignored it. Everyone copes differently, I guess.

That’s what I was thinking as I got ready for the gala, tightening the ruby-red tie I had picked out to match Cate’s gown. But little did I know, this was more than just a conversation, and Maggie wasn’t the only one in the dark about what was truly going on.

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thanks to @barbieprincesshilton for the edits

#jordan li #gen v #gen v prime #jordan li x reader #gen v fic #angst #luke riordan #sam riordan #lukes little sister x jordan li

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soupbabe · 1 year ago

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House of Wax Oc Re-Introduction

I rewrote Maggie a little bit. My ocs are forever changing, but I really like what Maggie is now :) any questions about her are always welcome

Tagging: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13, @bugginbeetlew

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Name: Magnolia "Maggie" Sinclair

Age: 34

Birthdate: April 9th, 1971. Aries 🐏

Gender: Trans Woman, She/Her

Orientation: Lesbian

Appearance

Height: 5'4"

Eye Color: Blue

Hair: Blonde, falls down to the shoulder blades, parted in the middle, naturally straight yet she curls them into loose waves for extra volume

Ethnicity: White

Body Description: Maggie is plus size with an hourglass figure, visible stomach and bigger arms, visible stretch marks across her arms and thighs

Aesthetic: She expresses her femininty through old Hollywood glamour, even styling her hair after Monroe. But with her family's location and lifestyle, she has to aim for more casual and convenient wear: jeans and a tank top. To combine her wants/needs, she'll add plunging necklines to her shirts, wear small pearl earrings, and prefers things that'll accentuate her curves.

Personality

Confident, Sociable, Nosey, People Pleaser/Sensitive

Extras

- Eldest Sinclair, was the accident that led to Trudy and Victor getting married

- Rather close to her mother, pretty ignored by her father

- Was around when Bo and Vincent were born, commonly was given Bo when Trudy and Victor were too busy with caring for Vincent (especially when they were in recovery after surgery)

- In the Sinclair sibling hierarchy, she's a solid 2nd favorite

- She was often left behind with Bo and eventually Lester as Vincent's talents and reserved behavior led him closer to his mother, but Trudy still wanted to keep her close

- She introduced her to old movie musicals like Wizard of Oz and taught her how to sew when she was younger, two interests that Maggie carried with her to adulthood

- Behind the scenes of the pageant is where she had her awakening. The other finalist gave her a kiss on the cheek for good luck moments before they had to go back to the stage for the crowning

- At 17, Magnolia entered herself in the Miss Ambrose pageant in drag. Although she did not win, she discovered a lot of things about herself: that being a woman and competitive nature of pageantry felt great

- At 18, she graduated highschool and swiftly left for college to study costume design. Throughout her time in college, she'd recognize her trans identity and begin to transition, unknowing to her family.

- Though at 21, she moved back to Ambrose upon hearing the news that her mother and father died. She dropped out to take care of her family so they wouldn't be put into foster care.

- Lester and mostly Bo felt resentful when she left. After being raised by her for their entire lives, they felt as if they had to rely on each other ever since she left.

- When the twins started making people into wax, Maggie wanted no part of this, but no one wanted her to leave.

- Writing to each other wasn't enough, her brothers wanted the family together again and to finish what their mama wanted

- Her main role in the modern Ambrose operation mirrors how she bonded with Trudy: designing/sewing clothes and costumes for the wax figures

- She roams around Ambrose frequently, sometimes acting as a distraction, stalling the visitors until Bo takes the lead and she can watch from afar

- Has a lower kill count, ranging from 2-3 people a year maybe. While she wants to act as if she only harms out of self defense, she's grown a bit jaded over the years. She gets easily annoyed and prefers to throw her victims to her brothers to keep her hands clean.

#magnolia sinclair #House of Wax oc #slasher oc

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crimsontrxcks · 10 months ago

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Dark shadows cradled her in their swaddling clothes, ghostly hands pulling the bones beneath the soft skin and juicy flesh into their layers of unceasing hell. Thorns, steep roads full of tombs of nightmare memories whose middle name was evil reality, to Clare were as close as a real family member. But this time, the demons who walk the earth almost put the ruby-haired woman in a mahogany box, which they would sprinkle with light soil on the surface for what the superstitious call eternal peace. But it wasn't the wood that almost hugged her hourglass figure, but the wax. Lots and lots of wax that would rob the maggots of the feast and leave her face as a reminder of that defeat. Almost. . . but not enough, the arrogance not to surrender to the Grim Reaper won again. The locks colored like blood that she had washed off like shame since the last time she had seen the man with the wolf's smile fluttered in the pleasant afternoon wind in the small town that had sheltered her until she hatched her plan for revenge. Jade irises flashed under the high sun, targeting relentlessly and defiantly at the one to whom her every breath probably caused an uneasy pain like a shard of glass stuck under his skin. . .because he didn't manage to overcome her like all the others. He did not manage to collect her for his display of dolls that his brother created so grotesquely but artistically.

" How many dolls have you collected by that poisonous grin? " melodic voice filled with mysterious amusement flew between cherry colored lips. No fear, not even feeling uneasy, but collecting the ecstasy that the sudden, but expected, encounter brought. Clare knew Bo's confident expression and striking personality will appear in this place soon, and it was an absolute delight watching him struggle to hide the surprise and uneasiness that her presence caused. How did she do it? How did she escape? How did she survive all the inflicted wounds from the merciless final fight? Some would call it an basic instinct for survival -- she calls it pride. Crimson she can spill, torture endure, but pride must remain intact. And if she had died easily like all the others, or ran like rats from the sun back in the sewers, it would be demolished. Bold step closer, devouring the distance between them, showing that she was not a lamb fearing the lion, but an apex predator challenging the other.

" How's that bite treating you? If I knew I was walking into the lair of slayers, I would make it more fun, glaze it with poison, so the memory of me never fades. " Smug grin adorned the falsely angelic face as she glanced to his covered shoulder, where she bit him like a bloodthirsty vampire would, in order to fight him off before he finishes her.

" No matter, I think the mark will remain without my little venomous cocktails. " Oh how she wanted to show him her own playground. . . and she planned to do so as well. Busy street ignored their presence, but ensured no sudden movement that carry threat will be made on his end.

" Oh. . . on the contrary Bo. . . I am quite lucky. " a pause, to build the suspense so thick it could be cut with a knife. " But luck had nothing to do with my survival. Does it eat you up? Trying to figure out how it all went wrong for you that night? " The night where the darkness embraced her as one of its own, and covered her tracks. Another inch closer to him, the citrus scent of her perfume filling the narrow space between them. Cotton candy lips made of poison appeared next to his ear. " Just like the worry how this might play out is eating you out. Will I tell, will I shed light on your secret for the world to see. . ." lower lip grazed his earlobe. " You should be so lucky that it would be that simple. Unfortunately for you, judges, handcuffs and electric chair viewed by strangers is not the punishment I had in mind for you. . . because I want to be the one dragging you under the scythe of doom. "

@vcngefulwrath

#skdssosod leeets gooo #vcngelfulwrath: bo #ft. clare

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a-mag-a-day · 2 years ago

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MAG 89 - folding laundry

Oh yeah, prickly Jon is back! I love how he talks to Jude here right at the start of the episode.

What kind of jacket/coat do you think Jon was wearing - go! (I have a black and white, kitty-themed lolita style winter coat, with paws, a bell and cat ears! I like to imagine it's something like this! I think Georgie totally would wear a kitty coat!)

JUDE "Suppose it’s not really me, is it? Would you rather be a really stupid piece of firewood?" - First the lamb at the Butcher shop metaphor, now this. Jude is openly telling Jon she intends to hurt/possibly kill him. (And Jon's not having it xD)

This annoyed-teen voice really fits the character! But I hate it when people talk like that ^^''

JON "I’m sure the Forestry Commission were mortified. Why?" JUDE "… Stop that! And it was because Nikola Orsinov asked us to." - With Daisy in MAG 61 it was easy to miss but now it is very clearly visible Jon's doing something to people when he asks them…

JON "I have a god too, right?" JUDE "Is that another joke?" JON "N-No, I… I’m new to this. Everyone keeps calling me ‘Archivist”, like I’m special, and that… that I serve the Eye. Trying to kill me for it." - Oh god, I know, Jon has no one to ask about this stuff, but Jude really is not a good person for that job… He's like the new kid in a school and accidentally runs into one of the bullies and it will just end in Jon being shoved into his locker… (oh no, wait, that would be Breekon & Hope's thing xD Ok, let's say he gets his lunch money beat out of him by Jude?)

JUDE "Oh please, your god is nothing! The Eye, Beholding, Ceaseless Watcher, whatever you call it, that’s all it does, it watches and knows, sitting bulbous and comfortable in the ignorance of infinite knowledge." - I think it's satisfying that in the end the Eye gets to rule the apocalypse. Just you wait, Jude, and you'll see what "just watching" can do to you.

Uh, another of the Smirke'ian names gets revealed.

When talking about Elias killing Gertrude and doing everyone a favor with this and Elias clearly wanting Jon alive I think about how funny it is, that all the avatars act like they're this cool kids club, even if in different gangs, some closer, some not so much.

JON "So… so tell me the story of why you wanted Gertrude – AH – AAH!" [SOUND OF SIZZLING] JUDE "Try to compel me again, and I’ll burn it out your mouth." - Now she even openly says that Jon somehow compels her.

JON "Fine. Fine! Keep your damn secrets." - OMG, isn't there that Frodo-keep-your-secrets-meme of this episode somewhere??

JON "Recorded direct from subject, April 24th, 2017." - It's been more than 2 months since Leitner's death!

JUDE "But as I touched her face, she remained still, and instead my hand sank into it like softened candle wax." / "I probably don’t need to describe how much it hurt. It would be a long time before I was able to use the hand again." - Basically what awaits Jon in about 10 minutes.

You know what I also don't like about Jude (and this is, like the tone in her voice, just personal preference)? I HATE when people talk like that about god or gods or whatever! I mentioned this before, that I don't like cult structures in stories and rambling almost deliriously about their fascination. Reminded me very much of The Silt Verses here. (This is also probably the reason, why I can't get into TSV…)

JUDE "And so I ended it. For all the agony and pain on Gretchen’s face, she didn’t seem surprised when I doused myself in kerosene and set it alight." - Crossing over into full avatar-hood, choosing literal death.

JUDE "You have your god, as I have mine. Feed it, fearlessly and without hesitation, or it will feed on you." - This was actually a very helpful and practical information.

Lol, I love when stories can makes jokes about themselves XD Michael, which one??

Yay, I remembered to turn the volume down at the end. I remember listen to this putting away laundry and suddenly Jon screams into my ear…

As someone who thinks Jon deserves all of the cat-themed clothing I love picturing him in a coat like that.

For all Jude’s… horribleness she did give him some very useful advice, yeah.

I always have to turn the volume down at the end of this episode too, it’s so loud!

#a mag a day #tma #the magnus archives #episode asks #tma spoilers #mag 89 #lycanlovingvampyre #mod elian

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fuckyeah-dragrace · 2 years ago

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Christmas Morning Pt.4

woooo here’s pt.4 for you suckers!! i’m living my s12 2020 life rn because you all get some crygi. i have never done this before so, apologies if this absolutely sucks asphalt

so anyways, hope you enjoy!

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“Crys! Get your cat before she eats any more tinsel!” Crystal was buried underneath the covers of her warm bed when she heard her roommate shout through their apartment.

“Why is she my cat whenever she does something bad?” She shouted back, in denial of the fact that she had to get up.

“Because you’re her mother. Now go put her in timeout!”

Knowing she was fighting a losing battle, Crystal sighed and sat up, rubbing her eyes. She clumsily reached on her nightstand for her glasses, sliding them on and finally seeing the world. She tied her robe around her waist and walked down the hall, passing by a mirror which she chose to ignore. She already knew how bad her hair looked in the morning.

What she didn’t know she would see was her roommate Gigi holding a Christmas present in front of the tree, blocking a hissing TicTac. She laughed, getting Gigi to whip her head around to face her. She looked slightly embarrassed, cheeks flushed the second she heard Crystal’s bubbly laughter.

“Don’t just stand there, help me! She nearly broke an ornament.”

“That’s why I told you to put the fragile ones higher up.” She went over and picked up the cat by the scruff of her neck, cradling her gently and scratching her head. The calico stopped hissing, leaning into the warm touch and purring in an instant. Gigi huffed and put down the wrapped box.

“Oh so I’m the bad guy?”

“Well..”

“You are not siding with a cat, Crystal Elizabeth.”

“She’s my baby! How can I resist her little face?” She cooed at the cat, TicTac purring and meowing in a higher pitch. She leaned her head back and looked at Gigi with wide eyes, tilting her head in an adorable way that made the redhead groan.

“How do I always lose to a damn cat?”

“Don’t worry. You’re still prettier than her.” Crystal giggled, putting down the cat and watching her roam back to her cat tree, suddenly more interested in that than whatever was on the tree. Gigi rolled her eyes and tucked some of her hair behind her ear, her cheeks still flushed. She cleared her throat, “so anyways, how about we exchange gifts? I know you’re leaving after lunch to see your Moms.”

Crystal nodded. “Sure, sounds great.” She plopped down on the ground, crossing her knees and reaching over to pull out a box. Gigi did the same and she chuckled when she looked at the differences in their wrapping of the boxes.

The box in Gigi’s hand was meticulously wrapped. The corners are crisp and the line thin and defined. The silver wrapping paper made it seem like between her fingers was a mirror filled with whatever desires and wishes you could imagine. It was everything Gigi was: clean, crisp, professional, beautiful, and oh-so-alluring. It made Crystal smile and think about just how long she could’ve spent wrapping to make sure it was absolutely perfect in her eyes. She smiled a little at the thought of Gigi sticking her tongue out just a little bit like she always did when she concentrated on something important to her.

Crystal's box was the complete opposite from Gigi’s. It was wrapped well enough, the tape pieces lifting from the sides of, hanging on for dear life to keep the paper attached to each other. The paper was expressive; the butcher paper covered in swirling patterns drawn in with crayon. Yellows and blues and greens, making it seem like the entire rainbow was captured by the wax scratches on the paper. Gigi smiled slightly, thinking about Crystal relaxing in her room, headphones in and listening to music while she lazily doodled onto the spare paper, her fingers holding onto the crayon loosely but still commanding it with such power. They looked at each other with sheepish smiles before exchanging gifts, both smiling a little wider as they held a part of the other person.

“You go-”

“I think-”

They look at each other and laugh, echoing throughout the apartment. “Here.” Gigi said, still smiling and looking at Crystal. “Why don’t we do it together?” Crystal nodded.

“Smart. Ready, on three.” Gigi nodded and readied her nails.

“One…two…three!”

Papers ripped and ribbons were untied as a pile of destruction was made on the floor. Tictac tilted her head, yellow eyes looking at the mess and abandoning her tower. She made her way over, meowing and swatting at the scarps, now easily distracted from the twinkling lights and shiny glass ornaments on the tree.

“Crystal… this is so beautiful. I love it.” Gigi held a little ceramic cup in her hand, the outside painted in a gorgeous 70’s motif with daisies and swirls and looping arches. She smiled at her and held it close to her chest. “When did you make this? I normally notice when you get clay all over your clothes.”

“I actually wore an apron this time. I wanted it to be a surprise.” The curly haired girl smiled lopsidedly. “But my 3D teacher had extra so I thought it would be perfect for you cause I know you don’t like the bag you have for your makeup brushes.” She rubbed the back of her neck and Gigi smiled.

“I love it. Thank you, Cryssie. Now actually open up your box, cheater.”

Crystal rolled her eyes. “Alright, alright. So sorry I wanted to see if you hated the gift.” She chuckled and looked down, opening the box.

“I could never hate anything you make.” She whispered, loud enough for Crystal to hear and inhale as she pulled out a handmade scarf. She smiled at it and felt the yarns, multiple different colors all woven together lovingly and she could smell the hint of Gigi’s perfume on it.

“Geege, it’s perfect thank you so much.”

She shrugged. “You always forget your scarf. Maybe now that this one is more… you, you’ll remember to wear it and not freeze to death.” She picked at her nail beds, not wanting to look at her and have her see her embarrassingly hot cheeks.

“I’ll wear it today.” She said with a certainty that made Gigi’s heart flutter. They stayed quiet, Crystal smiling at Gigi and Gigi focusing intently on the little shreds of wrapping paper from TicTac’s claws. She swallowed and went to get up but she felt something tug at her. She looked down and saw a menagerie of colors across her torso. There was another pull again and she was back on the ground, crouched in front of Crystal and her mind running a million miles a minute.

“Crys... wh-what are you?”

“I wanted to say thank you.” Her voice was warm and fuzzy and it made her head swim.

“But you already did.” She said nervously. “Crystal, you’re freaking me out. What are you-” She felt something warm and soft hold her hand. She looked down and saw Crystals hand over hers, her fingers curling over and held onto her. Time seemed to slow as Gigi felt her heartbeats thump against her chest.

“Gigi,” her voice was soft and she couldn’t refuse, looking at her and only finding deep pools of warm brown warmth. “May I?”

She didn’t trust her voice, her throat dryer than any desert she could’ve imagined. She looked at her and nodded slightly, eyes drifting down to her lips. God she hoped, she dreamed to feel how soft they were. Crystal's hands came up to Gigi’s cheeks and her eyes shot wide open, feeling Gigi soar forward into her lips and kiss her. Her lips were softer and sweeter than anything imaginable, like cotton candy and that bottle of sweet wine Gigi snuck in after finals. They pulled away breathless and staring at each other. Crystal was burning up as she looked at her roommate, her roommate that she just kissed.

“Sorry.” The redhead whispered. “I wanted to do it first. Merry Christmas, Crystal.”

She smiled at her and chuckled. “Merry Christmas, Gigi.” She pulled the scarf more, getting a little yelp from Gigi as she kissed her again, finding a better use for her present.

#rpdr s12 #crystal methyd #gigi goode #crygi #christmas morning

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annaphoenix1994 · 2 years ago

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Ch.77 - Preparations

Previous Chapter - Masterlist - Next Chapter

Pure fluff between Simon and his daughter; Simon comes home from his job for cuddles with Kiera; Kiera has a surprise planned for Simon's birthday.

November - 2023

November 15th - The day before Simon's birthday:

"How're you feeling?" Simon asked as he entered the nursery, smiling down at Kiera as she had been breastfeeding Jacob after putting Evie into the crib for a mid-day nap.

"Still sore," She huffed. "My right boob hurts so bad, I still can't feed them at the same time."

"I'm sorry, love," He frowned, adjusting the strap of his holster as he was about to depart for his shift. He now worked for the local SWAT team - something that he didn't imagine himself doing, but he was proud of his work after sincerely missing his military life, having something that was "the best of both worlds" as he was able to participate in military-style work as well as come home every night. "I have to leave in a half hour."

"Okay, babe," She smiled, looking up at him as he granted her with a loving kiss. I really can't wait until I can be intimate again. He's killing me wearing his uniform, she huffed to herself. "When you get back in the morning, I want to go out and get your birthday present."

"You don't have to get my anything, Kiera-"

"I want to. Don't argue with me," She giggled. "When you get back and go to sleep, I'll wait until you're up so I can go into town."

"I don't like that you're planning something, love. Those gears get to turning and I'm expecting some surprise that'll startle me."

"Me? No..." She scoffed.

"I know you better than that," He chuckled. "I'm going to go pack my lunch before I leave-"

"I already got it packed for you, babe."

"Kiera, you didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to. Especially since I'm being promoted to housewife soon. Might as well get started now."

He chuckled as he walked towards the crib that held his daughter, peering over at her perfectly sleeping form, admiring how he was able to help create something so perfect. Slowly, he curled his index finger against Evie's cheek, admiring how soft her skin was compared to his rough finger. "Be good to your mum, yeah?"

He stood to sear another mental image of Evie in his mind before turning back towards Kiera, grinning as she rocked Jacob against her chest as he fed, her head lulled back at an attempt to relax against the chair, desperate to ignore the constant ache in her breast. "Do you need any help with anything before I leave?" He asked her, his heavy hand gentle on her shoulder, pulling some of her hair behind her ear.

"I've got the fort grounded for now, babe. Thank you." She smiled up at him. He could see how tired she was, the bags under her eyes the same as since they'd first come home with their babies.

"I'll see you soon, yeah?"

"Lord willin'."

He hummed, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips, chuckling at Jacob's groans and moans as he fed from Kiera's breast, his fingers curled against her warm skin, his eyes lulling closed. "I love you."

"I love you too," She smiled against his lips, giggling as he returned his lips to hers for another kiss. "I'll be here when you get back."

"I was hoping so." He chuckled, taking another glance over his shoulder before exiting the nursery, grabbing the lunchbox Kiera had packed for him from the counter before exiting the house, sighing as he hated leaving her, but also relieved that she was safe.

Once returning home the next morning from his shift, he was borderline exhausted. Having going on a very hazardous call within the early hours of the morning, he had shut himself off for the remainder of his shift, constantly anxious with adrenaline and the bitter thought of I could've lost my life and Kiera would have to do this all on her own.

After arriving home, he was greeted with the warm smell of clean cotton coming from the wax warmer that sat on the kitchen counter. Cursing under his breath that Kimber's barking awoke one of the babies, he immediately rushed to the bedroom to cease Kimber's barking, letting the dog know that he was not an intruder before hastily walking towards the nursery, smiling at the sight of Evie in her crib but frowning that she had been the one crying.

"It's alright, sweetheart. I'm here," He whispered to her, reaching to remove his vest and holsters before grasping the baby with a soft grasp, holding her against his chest in an attempt to calm her down. "Why're you crying for, huh? Nightmare? I have those too."

Her eyes were clamped shut, loud wails leaving her mouth as Simon moved to sit in the rocking chair he had built. "Let it out, love," He frowned, feeling her tears and saliva bleeding through the black shirt he wore under his uniform. "I wish I could take your nightmares away. I'd hate for you to have them too." He whispered, reaching his thumb up to wipe the tears staining her cheeks, relieved that she began to calm down by feeling his calm heartbeat. "There you go. Let's not wake your mum this early, yeah?"

Evie whimpered, her brown eyes opening to look around curiously as she recognized her father's voice, Simon unaware that her curious gaze was on the exposed dog tags that hung around his neck, the chain catching her attention. He looked down at her, grinning that her eyes were identical to his, except he thought the concept of brown eyes were more beautiful considering his daughter carried them. He took notice that she was looking at the exposed chain of his dog tags, reaching up to reveal them completely as the tags clung together, chuckling at watching her eyes widen at her new discovery. "Like these, yeah? I can't tell you much about them yet, but just know I fought so badly to be able to be back and take care of your mum, you and your brother. I'll tell you more about them when you get older. But for now, you can look at them as much as you like." He explained, pinching one of the tags between his index finger and thumb, watching Evie's little hand crawl up to wrap her hand around the chain as he felt the indention of the stamped letters on the tag.

LIEUTENANT SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

TASK FORCE 141

He looked down at her as she continued to toy lazily with the chain of his tags, her brown eyes bright with curiosity as a light strand of saliva left her bottom lip, her complexion looking like she hadn't been crying continuously for the past ten minutes. He was amazed at how she began to hold her head up on her own, frowning at the thought that she was growing too fast as well as being excited that she was learning new things as she got older. I don't think I can handle watching you get older. I want you to be small forever.

He leaned his head back against the rocking chair, using his foot to gently rock him back and forth slowly and calmly, enjoying the comfort of his child laying calmly on his chest, closing his heavy eyes as she distracted herself with his tags, feeling her weight shift as he took notice that she was becoming restless, her eyes wide with life and curiosity as his eyes held the same life, except his were masked with exhaustion.

In an instant, his head shot up at the feeling of a warm liquid bleeding through his shirt followed by a subtle gargle.

She had thrown up the milk Kiera had fed her two hours prior before Simon arrived home.

He sighed as he looked at the mess she had left on his chest, reaching up to wipe the excess from her chin before he couldn't help but chuckle, "That's one way to tell me that I need to shower."

Her eyes met his, her face looking as if she got caught with her hand in a cookie jar, her expression alone making his heart swell.

Especially when she smiled.

"You've got your mum's smile," He chuckled. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

Desperate to keep her away from her own mess, he slowly stood to his feet and made his way to his and Kiera's bedroom, stopping at the door as Kimber was pressing her nose against the crease of the door as she was excited to return to the confines of being snug under the blanket with Kiera, something Simon didn't like as he wasn't too keen on a dog sharing the same bed as him, knowing Kiera let Kimber sleep with her while Simon worked during the night.

He looked at Evie as he rested his hand on the knob, "Try not to make a peep, lass. Can't be waking up your mum this early, okay?"

Although Evie wasn't at the age to respond, he assumed that she agreed by how her head rested against his shoulder, a little whimper leaving her lips as he opened the door, the sound of Kimber's paws hitting against the floor before she jumped up onto the bed, which was impressive to Simon as she was able to jump the height considering she was a Corgi.

His steps were silent as he carried himself and Evie into the bathroom, setting her down into the bouncing seat that Kiera had put into the bathroom before he removed the stained shirt from his torso, tossing it to the floor to remind himself that he needed to put it into the washer instead of in the hamper.

He turned on the shower, using his hand to test the warmth before dampening a cloth to tend to Evie's skin, freshening up her face before reaching onto the counter to retrieve the pacifier in hopes that she would take it and fall back to sleep.

The bathroom door was still slid open, Simon aggravated that Kimber decided to be restless as well and jump down from the bed to absorb any attention she could get. "Not this time," He scolded after she had put her front paws on the baby chair, pushing her nose towards Evie as Simon had held the pacifier towards her mouth. "Go to bed with your mum. This is my time and I don't want to spend it with you right now." He said to the dog.

Kimber didn't listen. Instead, she tried to jump up onto the chair with Evie only to be stopped mid-jump by Simon grabbing her with a steady grip, standing to his feet to put her back onto the bed next to Kiera, pointing his index finger at the dog as if he were disciplining her, "Rude. Don't be a slag."

Although the context of the word was for different intentions, Simon couldn't deny that it was fun to say.

Arching his brow at her as if he were challenging her to jump off the bed, he slid the bathroom door to where it was nearly shut, smiling down at Evie as her eyes began to grow heavy again, indicating that she was about to fall asleep. "There you go. Get some sleep while I clean up. Then I'll put you back in bed, yeah?" Simon, she doesn't know what you're saying, he grimaced to himself.

He brushed his teeth as he waited for the water to warm up, looking over his shoulder to see Evie's eyes closed before he rid himself of his clothes before enveloping himself under the warm water, sighing in relief at the sensation.

He was never the type to take as long of a shower as Kiera did, especially considering he didn't have as much of a routine as she did judging by the amount of various body scrubs, hair masks, and shampoos that lined her section of the shower, leaving only his shampoo and body wash in his own corner.

Once finished with his elite five-minute shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist before exiting the shower, relieved that Evie was still sleeping as he applied his deodorant before gently picking Evie up from the rocker, clutching her close to his chest as he exited the bathroom, glancing towards Kiera to ensure she was still sleeping before returning Evie to her crib, smiling at how she was continuing to nurse on the pacifier before he stepped to the other crib to check on Jacob, seeing an exact copy of himself within his son - a head full of thin blonde/brown hair and the same nose as his father.

Slowly, he reached down to adjust Jacob's blanket, reaching for the pacifier that fell from his open mouth, slowly bringing it up to Jacob's lips in hopes that the infant would expect it, but he too took more of his mother's traits than Simon's because he slept nearly as heavy as Kiera did.

Before he returned to the bedroom, he ensured that the baby monitor was working before he left the infants to sleep, checking on the monitor that was on his bedside before laying himself down on the bed after changing into a pair of sweatpants and fresh underwear. "Kimber. Off." He whispered, pointing towards the dog bed that was on the floor. The dog tilted her head at his words, her brown and blue speckled eyes looking at him as if she were begging. "I know you understand English, you brat. Off the bed. My turn to cuddle with mum and unlike you, I have a job to attend to while you live here rent-free. Go."

He was thankful that she followed his orders, jumping down from the bed and looking back at him as if she were expecting him to change his mind. But with one more glare, she curled herself onto the dog bed that had been empty the entire night.

"I think you gain pleasure by ordering our dog around." Kiera whispered with a giggle.

"Our dog?" He scoffed. "That was your decision, love."

She giggled, feeling him move closer to her on the bed, spooning her and absorbing her warmth that he had desperately craved. He placed a kiss behind her ear as his arms wrapped around her. "Sleep well?"

"Somewhat," She sighed. "Got up a couple of hours ago to feed her and had to pump the rest. My boobs were so swollen. Ended up getting sixteen ounces of milk to use when I have to feed again. My nipples are so sore."

"I'm sorry, love," He frowned, rubbing circles against her skin with his thumb. "Are they still hurting after all of that?"

She nodded, a playful smirk toying at her lips, "Yes, which means you're still off limits for a while."

He chuckled, "Eh, I'm sure I'll have to unclog one of them before long."

"Simon!" She giggled, playfully smacking the top of his hand.

"You keep forgetting I've done my research, love."

"I don't doubt it, babe. Did more research than me unfortunately."

"Probably," He teased. "But you have it handled already. You're an amazing mum."

She blushed, turning her head to look at him, his brown eyes reminding her of her favorite craving: chocolate. "Thank you. I don't feel like it sometimes."

"Take the credit for once in your life, love. I couldn't do it without you."

"Definitely not," She teased. "Especially since you'd have to resort to formula and your daughter is picky."

"She gets that from you."

She scoffed, "You won't believe it, but your daughter takes more from you than from me."

"She has my eyes, but her personality and looks is a spitting image of you, love."

"We'll see in a few years, but you can count that I'll be right."

He smirked, nuzzling his nose against her neck before placing a gentle kiss to her hot skin, his arm tightening around her waist as he pulled himself closer, "I'll let you think that. But for now, I can't help but think about keeping you as close as I can while I get some sleep."

"Okay, babe," She whispered, catching his gaze with hers before she moved her lips closer to his, rewarding him with a craved kiss. "Happy birthday. I love you."

He smirked against her lips, "Thank you. I love you too. Let's get some rest, yeah?"

"You're going to need it. I have a big surprise planned for you."

"Bloody fuckin' hell. You and your surprises."

"You'll like it."

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