#or sooner if previews are a dick again !!!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Erik would probably think that liliandra is a Homewrecker, even though it's just that he missed his shot with Charles while she took hers. Ya snooze you loose.

he cant even be a total hater like babes she saved your honey bunches of oats .......... she also stole him but she cant steal what was never yours OOP

[visionofhope04]

Viper (Part 1)

Batfamily x Batsib!Reader

Part 1 (here) Part 2 (coming soon!)

Ages(probably not accurate, just go with it please): Alfred (Immortal), Bruce (45-ish), Barbara (30), Dick (29), Cass (26), Jason (26), Stephanie (21), Tim (20), Reader (18), Damian (16)

Warning(s): cursing, explosions (not detailed), speak of poison and poisoning, (very) minor violence

Part 2 of this headcannon

A/N: Sorry this took so long 😭. So in the preview I posted I said I'd try using third person and they/them pronouns. It hasn't been working out which is why I didn't post this sooner, I'm sooooo sorry :( I've switched it back to using you because I figured it's still inclusive. Hope you guys enjoy this tho! I’m ngl I had a heart attack bc I thought this draft got lost to the void and I was abt to post it.

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Your boots pounded ferociously on the concrete as you ran and made a sharp right turn into another alleyway. He wasn't far behind you, it would only be a matter of time before you were caught. You had to lose him, fast. Your heart beat against your ribcage, your breaths came out in pants from your nose. You were sweating, and not just from the physical effort. Despite being a trained assassin, you were nervous. Getting caught would change everything, but you were confident in your abilities. However, that did little to stop the lingering feeling of dread you felt every time he got a little too close. You sped up and turned right again into a narrow alley. The Red Hood, who was chasing you, did not expect this and couldn’t slow down, and passed the alley. Frustrated, he backpedaled and ran down the alley he saw you go into.

He reached the end of the alley and slowed to a stop. The alleyway opened up to an empty street, and there was no sign of you anywhere. All he saw was the odd stains on the alley’s walls, a dumpster, and garbage bags strewn about. He lost you.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, then kicked the dumpster for good measure.

You jolted in your hiding spot, hopeful he wouldn’t notice the extra weight when he kicked it. Your heart began pounding harder, as if it was trying to escape your body, if he found you, you honestly thought it might. Blood rushed in your ears as you waited with bated breaths. Would he open it? Find you? Compromise everything you’ve worked so hard for? You wouldn’t go down without a fight, but with the Lazarus pit in his blood and not much of it in yours, you doubted you’d be able to take him with strength alone. You’d have to be smart about it, as always. Though you didn’t know how your poisons would affect someone the Lazarus pit had such a strong hold on, you’d stupidly never tried it before. You doubt your mother or grandfather would’ve approved of it, as they would’ve been the ones you tested it on (never Damian, you’d never do that to your precious little sibling), but the knowledge would’ve been helpful at the moment. You desperately hoped that he wouldn’t find you, so you wouldn’t have to find out on him. You didn’t want to kill him after all, he’s a part of Damian’s new family. You couldn't ruin your little sibling's chance at a family, at least one of you could find happiness.

After agonizing moments that seemed like years with your overactive brain, you heard him mutter a few more profanities and his footsteps receded. You held your breath as you waited and observed the sounds you heard. Water dripped from somewhere, most likely a roof, and then rustling. Your heart began to pound harder, assuming he was searching, only for you to hear a quiet ‘meow’ and instantly relax. Once you were sure no one was there, you carefully lifted the dumpster lid and peeked. No one. Perfect. You slinked out of the dumpster and grimaced at the smell. Gross, yes, but it worked. It wasn't by far the worst place you've hidden in, but you'd definitely need to shower as soon as you got back to your hideout. The things you do for this job. You trudged in the direction of your current main base of operations, taking great care to stay out of everyone's sight, especially Oracle's.

—

That was your first run-in with Red Hood. It took him longer than expected to figure out what was going on. Took him even longer to find you. You didn't mind though, it gave you more time to work with. It wouldn't be long before Red Hood kept failing to catch you and decided to involve the Big Bad Bat, though. With Batman would come Robin, then Red Robin, and then Nightwing. If Robin found out, it would ruin the whole plan.

The plan was simple, really. Take over Gotham's underground unnoticed, gather members and create a gang, find a perfect time to cause a gang war to distract the Batfamily, and then Talia would initiate her plans to take over Gotham while the bats are busy. Well, that's what the agreed plan was. You'd always been a loose cannon. Since Red Hood had been so close to catching you, the "unnoticed" part had been foiled, albeit a bit later than anticipated. 

"Hey boss, what brings you in today?" Your loyal henchman, Hopper asked you.

"We've got a job to do. Grab some explosives. We're sending a message."

—

“These places feel haunted.” Willow, another one of your most trusted henchmen, said as she placed one of the four explosives into place. 

“It’s probably the Joker’s victims’ souls, he loves warehouses, like typical villains. Maybe they’re here to warn us, ‘Don’t go into the basement, that’s where we’re buried!’. Or maybe they’ll kill us, who knows.”

“This isn’t a joke, you’re scaring me Tina!”

“You guys done?” You ask impatiently, but reluctantly slightly amused.

“Yup.”

— 

"Seven simultaneous explosions have just been spotted around the perimeter of the city."

"Head to the site closest to your current location. If you're paired with someone, split up. Oracle, call in Nightwing and Red Hood if possible. Do not engage with anyone, survey the damage only. "

"Yes sir!" Chirped Spoiler.

— 

After two hours, at 3 am, everyone returned to the cave.

“I take everything I said about explosions back, I hate explosives.”

“Welcome to the club, Timmy! I’ve hated explosives ever since-”

A chorus of groans resonated throughout the batcave, “We know, Jason!”

“You’re not special Todd, most of us here have died in one way or another.”

“Yeah but have you-”

As Damian and Jason began bickering and the whole group headed to the lockers, Dick pulled Bruce aside. 

“B, I didn’t want to say this in front of the others, but I think something bigger is going on. I found these objects around the warehouse I investigated.”

Batman took the bag Nightwing offered and observed the strange objects. Metal letters. Two A’s, one I, one L, and one T.

“It spells Talia.” He observes.

“She would never do something like that if she was behind it, and she wouldn’t leave a calling card, especially not in that form.”

"I know. Hmm. The damage seemed deliberate. It only destroyed the warehouses on the edge of the city. It caused minimal to no damage to surrounding properties."

"You're saying whoever did this is sending a message, about Talia." Nightwing inquired.

"Precisely."

“But who would do this? And why would they warn us? And what exactly are they warning us about? They must be close to her to have an idea of what she’s planning.”

“We’re going to find out.” He says, then turns to Tim, who had just exited the lockers. "Red Robin, check all security footage at all explosion sites and around them, report back all your findings."

Red Robin nods and heads to the Batcomputer to get to work.

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Dun dun dunnnnn! So how'd you like it? It's been a while since I've wrote anything and it's because I hit a MAJOR writing block. Hope you enjoyed! I was fighting with these tags fr

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@snowcatlove

@danonered @cantbecreative

[raccoonfallsharder]

How to Resuscitate a Dying Cosmic Adventurer

a preview. [est late may/early june 2025]

navigation | fanfiction masterlist Domestic Scenes in Space Travel series

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: pending. The Nineteenth Visit. Domestic Scenes in Space Travel Series Finale.

your love-confession had been blunt and half-regretful — mostly just because you'd suspected rocket would hate it. and it looks like you were right, because you haven't heard his ship over your roof in months.

what's a sweatshirt girl to do when her space pilot has disappeared into the stars — maybe for good?

context/warnings below.

His mouth twists in a smirk — but as much as you know he’s trying to look smug, you can see the sharp bite of hunger at the edge of it, a certain starving wistfulness in the brilliant bourbon glow of his eyes. When his voice comes, it’s rasping and smoky, setting little fires along your skin wherever it touches.  “Lemme fuck you, Sweatshirt Girl.“ His lids lower again, and he gazes up at you with dark, hooded eyes. The grin turns lazy, and the disheveled unevenness of his fur suddenly seems intentionally roguish. “I’ll make it so good for you, sweetheart. You’ll forget you were even mad in the first place—“

You can’t help your startled laugh, even though you’d been expecting him to say something exactly like that. You rise to your feet, and face him. “Get back,” you tell him, gesturing to the head of the bed. “Sit there.” He raises an eyebrow, but slides himself back into the mound of pillows, propping one against the padded headboard and leaning back into it: a throne fit for a space-pilot-slash-cosmic-adventurer. You move to peel your leggings down, and his smirk softens into something admiringly and almost awestruck. “Flark, Sweatshirt Girl. Really?” “Shut up,” you say pleasantly, climbing up onto the mattress — straddling his narrow hips.  “If I’d known you’d let me rail you in here, I mighta turned myself in a lot sooner. Just had to bring along my emotional support pussy.” You try to glare at him, but you can feel the corners of your mouth twitching in the temptation of a grin. You slide one palm down the front of your hoodie, letting your fingers linger over your belly before curling into the hem. Rocket’s eyes follow them — widening when you reach down with your other hand and lightly stroke along the gusset of your white cotton panties. 

“And you could’ve, too,” you tell him with an arched brow of your own.  “I would’ve come with you.” You lower yourself, just a little — let your clothed cunt brush over the thin soft flannel of his joggers. You can feel the heat of him through the fabric, and the warm flesh between your thighs grows soft and damp against your fingers, readying for him. You give him a look, and you’re not sure if it’s a pout or a true, wounded frown. “But you thought you had to hide instead.” He licks his lips — pins the lower one with a single sharp canine and a regretful grimace. “Just thought I at least deserved to go out on my own terms.” You lean back, tugging at the waistband of his pants. He jolts into action, his hands slipping under yours to loosen the drawstring and let the cloth pool around his hips. His cock is already hard — flushed pink and sleek and lovely, slightly curved with the shape of his baculum bone — and your abdomen pinches and cinches up tight in response, cunt suddenly dripping and achy.  “And your terms didn’t include this?” you demand, clicking your tongue in disappointment as you slide your panties to one side and lower yourself closer to his dick. He stares, his eyes simmering and starving, and you guide him between your folds — sliding the glossy tip of him along your wet slit, tapping it against your clit. His eyes flicker closed and he leans his head back against the pillow and headboard, groaning. “What a waste, Space Pilot.” “Lemme fuck you, Sweatshirt Girl,” he repeats, the words more hoarse and coarse than earlier. A demand — then a taunt. “I know your slutty little Earther-pussy was all sad and lonely and empty, for way too flarkin’ long — poor, wet little thing.” You bite your teeth into your lip and sink down. The familiar shape of him stings as it stretches you, because he’s right — you’ve been empty for way too fuckin’ long. Missing him. Your lashes flutter hazily over your dazed eyes as he fills you up, the curved shape of him bringing sharp attention to all your hollow, hungry spaces. A moan sneaks past your lips — dripping down between you, heavy and warm. Your belly and cunt both clench, and the spot behind your sternum stings, and you think you could weep.  He groans too — thumping the crown of his head gently against the headboard as his claws prickle over the doughy tops of your thighs, hands squeezing and kneading and climbing toward your hips.  “There’s that magic fuckin’ pussy. You were right, baby; I was a frutackin’ moron. For flark’s sake, Sweatshirt Girl, lemme fuck you—“ His hips rock up against yours, then inch back — saw forward again, nudging his cock deeper inside you; making you choke with the sweet stretch of him. Breathing heavily, you lean forward — ghosting your lips over his when he tips his mouth toward yours. Your breath puffs between the two of you: soft little clouds of shared air. You stroke a palm tenderly down his cheek, and whisper one gentle word against his waiting mouth. “No.”

the final installment of The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl (aka the Domestic Scenes in Space Travel Series) anticipated in late May/early June 2025.

CONTEXT: comics-inspired, of course. based on Guardians of the Galaxy (2019) by donny cates & al ewing. playing fast-and-loose with the timeline as per frickin’ usual (i’m collapsing a year’s worth of time into about half that, give or take, and ignoring things that don’t serve me lol). pete’s kinda an asshole and i don’t know why he demanded to be written that way (i don't dislike comics-pete! i normally just think he's kinda boring). if groot seems a bit weird to you, it’s because the 2019 comics version of the big guy reads like a fuckin’ punk and it’s rad as hell.

WARNINGS: SPOILERS for GotG (2019 // Cates & Ewing). angst, emotional hurt/comfort, dom/sub dynamics with a bit of a role reversal. cockwarming, light "punishment." so much emotion in this fucking. more warnings to come.

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[wrestlingisfake]

G1 Climax final preview

This is typically a one-match show, but that one match is a hum-dinger: the final of the G1 Climax tournament. Both of the finalists are entering their tenth match in 28 days--seven round-robin block matches, followed by a three-round single elimination bracket. The winner will earn the right to challenge the IWGP world champion in the main event of Wrestle Kingdom on January 4.

Kazuchika Okada vs. Tetsuya Naito - There is no time limit; there must be a winner. Okada won B Block with six wins and one loss, and then defeated Zack Sabre Jr. and EVIL for a record of 8-1. Naito is currently 7-2; he won D Block with five victories and went on to eliminate Hikuleo and Will Ospreay. This is their thirteenth singles encounter; Okada currently leads the series 7-6.

Naito's story is simple. He hasn't headlined the Tokyo Dome in January since 2021, and he hasn't won in that spot since 2020, when his victory promo was interrupted by KENTA. Ever since then his goal has been to right that wrong and get the last word on the biggest stage of them all. It'll be even sweeter if he can do it this year, since that would likely mean taking the world title from SANADA, who beat Naito and walked away from their faction to begin his rise to the top. It's not a particularly dramatic saga, but it lines up better than anything else the promotion has been building up all year.

All that's standing in Naito's way is Okada, but that's plenty. Okada doesn't need a storyline reason to win the G1 and headline the Tokyo Dome--he's Okada, end of story. A month ago I predicted Naito would win the G1, and I never wavered in that prediction. But now that the show is hours away and I see Okada on the other side of the bracket, I'm having doubts. I try not to bet against Okada. Even when you're getting a push, he can beat you. Even when you need this win, and it wouldn't hurt him to lose, he can beat you. The only thing that's inevitable in New Japan is that he'll be world champion in the Tokyo Dome again, sooner or later. They could easily defer Naito's storyline to fall back to their tippiest, toppiest guy.

I feel like that sweaty superhero guy who has to chose between pushing two buttons. I'm gonna grit my teeth and stick with Naito to win the G1. But I expect this match to be 35 minutes of Okada making me wonder if Naito is even on his level.

SANADA & Taichi & DOUKI & Yoshinobu Kanemaru vs. EVIL & Yujiro Takahashi & SHO & Dick Togo - Hoo boy, get ready for a couple of months of Just 5 Guys vs. House of Torture as they build to Evil challenging Sanada for the IWGP world title. House of Torture matches suck, and even worse they're designed to suck, so I'm not looking forward to this. This program is not what Sanada's title run needed. I guess Evil's team wins to get heat, as if they really need more heel heat.

Shingo Takagi & Hiromu Takahashi & Yota Tsuji & BUSHI vs. Will Ospreay & Jeff Cobb & Great-O-Khan & HENARE - I'm not sure why Los Ingobernables de Japon is closing out this tour facing the United Empire. Ospreay made news last night by unilaterally renaming his IWGP United States title to the IWGP United Kingdom title, so maybe the plan here is for one of the LIJ guys to be set up as challenger. Bushi is probably the weakest link in this match and can lose this. Although Henare is criminally underrated so I suppose he could get beat too. Something tells me Eddie Kingston will run in after this match to give Henare a receipt from last night.

David Finlay & Alex Coughlin & Gabe Kidd & KENTA & Chase Owens vs. El Phantasmo & Tama Tonga & Tanga Loa & Hikuleo & Jado - On last night's show they seemed to set up Finlay vs. Tonga for the NEVER title and Coughlin/Kidd vs. Phantasmo/Hikuleo (???) for the STRONG tag title. Sure, why not? Jado will probably get beat here.

Hirooki Goto & YOSHI-HASHI & Ryusuke Taguchi & Boltin Oleg vs. Zack Sabre Jr. & Mikey Nicholls & Shane Haste & Kosei Fujita - Oleg won a dark match last night to earn a future match against Sabre for the NJPW World television title; I'm not sure when that's supposed to happen. I assume everyone else in this match to set up Goto and Yoshi vs. Haste and Nicholls, but it's hard to know what the plans are for the tag division right now. I'd say Oleg should lose but under the circumstances they might actually protect him, so I guess Fujita can lose the fall.

Eddie Kingston & Hiroshi Tanahashi & Tomohiro Ishii & YOH vs. Satoshi Kojima & Hiroyoshi Tenzan & Togi Makabe & Tiger Mask - Wow, it's like they wanted to make sure Eddie got to wrestle all the old guys before he left Japan. I'm sure he'll have a blast. Other than that, there's not much to write home about. Eddie's team pretty much has to win, and I figure Tiger will do the job.

Shota Umino & Master Wato & Yuji Nagata & Tomoaki Honma vs. Ren Narita & Minoru Suzuki & El Desperado & Yuto Nakashima - Huh, we haven't seen Nagata in a New Japan ring lately; up until about six weeks ago, he'd been busy over in All Japan as their top champion. I'm a bit surprised he isn't on the old-timers team in the Eddie Kingston match. I guess the story here is nobody's sure where Narita and Suzuki are right now with their relationship, but I haven't seen any sign that's going anywhere. Nakashima is a Young Lion so he's going to lose here.

Kaito Kiyomiya & Ryohei Oiwa vs. Toru Yano & Oskar Leube - To me the point of bringing a top guy from Pro Wrestling NOAH would be to give him a respectable run in the G1 and treat him like a star. Instead New Japan positioned him in the middle of the pack and he's finishing out the tour in the opening match. At least he can surely beat Yano on his way out, but knowing Yano I wouldn't count on it. Oiwa and Leube are both Young Lions so either of them could lose the match, which makes this too close to call.

[neopuppy]

After Midnight (M)

Preview: What goes bump in the night?

The answer: tentacles

Pairing: Yangyang x female reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Genre: That Boy is A Monster AU, pwp, a little crack, mildly dubious

Smut Warning: why beat around the bush—his dick is a tentacle, slithering, wet appendages, restraining, oral, double penetration, overstimulation

“Well this job doesn’t seem suspicious at all..” you sigh. Brows wrinkled together pondering why Xiaojun would suggest such shady under the table work like this. Repeatedly reading the description again and again, attempting to imagine anything besides a modern day brothel.

‘Night shift gig only. Must provide legal human identification. Experiments will only be practiced with participants willing to strip down nude. Sexually experienced preferred. Will be paid accordingly. If interested please arrive at the Vision Warehouse located on the corner of Broadway & 9th promptly after midnight.’

“What is this? A gentlemans club?! You think I’m willing to sell my body for money? The fuck do they mean by experiments??” You shout at your phones speaker the second Xiaojun picks up. Met with a shrill cocky laughter.

“You said you’re strapped for cash!” Xiaojun chuckles, morphing into a groan through the line. “I meannnn, I can only lend you so much. You’re behind 3 months rent. Are you not desperate enough to do exactly that?”

“..at this point, I might be.” You shamefully admit. “What’s the deal? Am I about to walk into a gloryhole situation? You think so low of me?”

“Hmm..not quite. Also, would not put it past you to turn tricks through a hole for chump change.” Xiaojun snickers. Tapping his fingers along the computer desk you know he’s stuck to for most hours out of the day. “It’s all professional. They’ll pay you upfront, once you sign the non-disclosure agreement of course.”

“That sounds terrifying, you know that right?”

“Hah.. I signed the NDA, remember? I can’t divulge much.” He continues to explain, confirming you’d be in no danger. “You can always back out if you decide it’s not your thing..”

“Why after midnight?” You groan, crumbling into a pile of pillows stacked too high on your bed. Already planning to nap after ending this call to save your energy for whatever surprises the night has in-store for you. “That’s so creepy.”

“Well, maybe creepy things prefer darkness.” Xiaojun trails to a serious tone. “When it’s night, some stuff feels safer. It’s harder to see.. it’s harder to judge.”

“You’re really not building my confidence..” with a roll of your eyes you dismiss his hardly encouraging words. Ending the call with a glance at the final eviction notice shredded up from tearing it off your front door. Embarrassment flushing down your cheeks when your cute neighbor across the hall spared you a sorrowful look.

“Get some rest would you?” Xiaojun scolds with little to no malice. “..you’re going to need it.”

“Again. The perfect cryptic motivation I need to make up two months' rent in one night.”

“Who knows.” He scoffs. “You’ll probably be back there sooner than you think. How else are you going to pay me back, hmm?”

“Fuck off.” You snap quickly. Smashing the end call button before his laughter can fill your head. Ready to hurl your phone at the wall if not for debt beyond just late rent lingering.

Non-disclosure agreements meant everything would stay private, right? No matter what happens tonight, there would be no way to find out. Besides, if it’s something Xiaojun had been willing to participate in, it couldn’t be that bad..

Fear of losing your living quarters reared its ugly head much faster than you’d anticipated for. Job hunting has been shit, leaving you emptied and loathing with a sense of lacking.

By now, you were far beyond a point of desperation. At least you did your best to convince yourself. Settling down in bed for a quick power nap before preparing for the evening ahead. The mysterious ad entailed no details of how you should show up other than human.. but business casual, suitable for a job interview of sorts could never go wrong.

After an extensive shower thoroughly cleansing each crevice, you do attempt some sort of pampering routine. Lacking the product and skills for anything too daunting. Enough to at least appear presentable.

This was beginning to feel more like a first date than a job? Drugs seemed tempting the more your anxiety increases, not that you could afford a bad habit.

Slinging on a crossbody bag you head out. Catching your cute neighbor just at the midpoint of the hallway leading to the stairs.

He throws you a wave, smiling wide enough to display a row of pearly whites and a bit of his gums. Charming and inviting, enough to forget where you’re off to for a moment.

“You’re going out quite late..” he takes out his phone. Tapping the touch screen displaying a glowing fish tank as the lock photo. Lighting up the time brightly indicating it’s now 11:45pm.

“You too..” following along with his stride, you walk out side by side to the street met with chill night air. Tightening your coat as you try to recall the directions you’d looked up earlier.

“I have uhm, work.” He laughs, shrugging. “Night shift.”

“Oh wow, do you always work this late?”

“I do, actually. I don’t mind it at all.” He stops at the sidewalk, glancing up and down the street. “I’m sort of a night owl. A nocturnal creature really.”

“I guess I am too.” You nod, pausing near him.

“Ah, not like me.” He smiles again. Pointing his chin in the opposite direction you’re headed. “I’ll see ya around..neighbor.”

He heads off with a wave. Once again realizing you’ve neglected to ask his name as you say goodbye.

The Vision warehouse isn’t anymore comforting to gaze at when you approach your final destination. Appearing more abandoned from the outside than anything. Paint cracking, plié board scattered all around, dust collecting enough to make the air harder to breathe.

“If this isn’t the beginning of a bad fucking horror movie.” You mumble to yourself. Clutching your coat and stepping ahead. The doors automatically open the closer you stand. Creaking as they take their time to part. While the outer parts were ominous, bordering horrific, the inside was nothing of the sort.

Bright lights force your eyes to squint, beaming across the sidewalk as the doors slammed to a full stop completely opened. Inside everything is impeccable, serene even. White marbled walls, decor that would leave your fingers clean even after dragging them across. The tile beneath your feet shines, glossy enough to fear you’ll slip and crack your head open.

“Hello!” A man in a lab coat startles you. Enough to have to grab onto the front desk area. Already cursing to yourself as your sweaty handprints show up in an instance.

“Oh sorry, did not mean to scare you.” He settles a clipboard under his arm. Hand extending out to shake yours. “I am Dr. Qian.”

“Doctor?..”

“Ah, yes. Please.” He leads you to a seating area. The chairs pristine enough to squeak under your thighs like they’ve just been freshly stitched together.

“Do you happen to be one of Xiaojun’s colleagues?” Dr. Qian crosses his legs. Elbows coming to rest on his knees. Hair framing his face to sharpen his features even more.

“I..yes. Actually he’s the one who told me—“

“Yes. He informed me you may be coming by.” The doctor wastes no time to interrupt you. Pushing the middle of his frames up, his glasses inching lower as he casually looks you over. Reaching for his clipboard, he holds it out for you. “If you’ll take a look over our menu.”

“Menu?” You accept it with caution. Eyes darting over the texts before you.

Werewolves- $3000

Vampires- $2500

Extraterrestrial- $5000

Dragons- $4000

Centaurs- $3200

Sirens- $4000

Demons- $2500

Mermen- $4500

Other- negotiable

“Vampires?” You huff. Hitting Dr. Qian with a wide-eyed stare. “What type of joke is this?”

“It’s always the vampires.” He has the audacity to giggle. “Those damn Twilight films have really made my job much more difficult.”

“..This is ridiculous.” Setting down the clipboard you move to stand. Dr. Qian gets up abruptly before you can. His hands pressing to your shoulders beginning to splutter.

“No! Wait please. I promise you this is no joke.”

“Then what is this? Like a sick fetish thing?!” You shriek, pointing at the ‘menu’. “Mermen?!”

“Yes! Actually.” He sighs, picking up the discarded clipboard. “We’ve had some trouble recently matching our merman.. So much so that I only currently have one in stock.”

“In stock?”

“Listen, please. I can show you! We are very professional.” With hands held out toward another door Dr. Qian nods for you to follow. Clipboard in hand again, he pauses to have his face scanned. The sound of doors opening as an unrecognizable language responds to him. His mouth unmoving somehow permitting clicking computer-like noises from the back of his chest.

“I must be hallucinating..” you ponder loud enough for Dr. Qian to laugh.

“I hear that often.” He adds, stopping near a door with a small box window. Just long enough to pass items through, maybe even food. Lifting a hand, he motions for you to come closer and take a look.

Inside of the room everything glows luminous, shades that can only be seen in spilled gasoline and rainbows hitting black paint. Fogged up tubes filled with what looks…nothing of this planet. Hooked up to various outlets levitating in the air by some force.

“Extraterrestrials.” Dr. Qian says by your ear quietly. “These are hibernating at the moment. You’d never recognize one out in broad daylight. Magnificent creatures, they’ve put extensive research behind this facility.”

“Aliens?” Your head shakes filled with disbelief. Dr. Qian returning the menu to you before you can question anything more.

“I could really see you useful for a centaur. Perhaps even our merman!” He ignores your question. A dreamy look crossing his eyes, hands clapping together with excitement. Tapping the menu for you to choose.

“Merman, $4500.. fuck that’s..” you repeat the amount in your head. Knees near buckling with fear imagining that amount of money in your account.

“It’s considerable.” He clears his throat. Continuing to walk and waving for you to follow along. “If you pair well, I would be willing to discuss a larger sum after.”

“What would a merman even entail?” You try to fathom the idea. Nothing but the image of Ariel with her seashell bra and fish tail flapping coming to mind.

Dr Qian’s heels practically kick together. Halting at another door just about halfway down the hall. “See, all of our creatures are able to take human form thanks to cross breeding. Until you’re employed as a permanent match, you need not worry about any intercourse outside of human form. Safety first, of course!”

“Human form..”

“Back to our merman.” He smiles wide, geekily. Too thrilled doing his job. “Patient 0tewtewyangg. He’s our only merman currently.” Dr. Qian hands you a sign-in sheet before unlocking the room. “In your human world he goes by Yangyang.”

“So.. how would I?” You chew on your bottom lip nervously asking. Spelling out the first letter of your name before hesitating again.

“Don’t you worry too much about that.” He reassures you. “All of our creatures are well educated and highly experienced. It will be better than your wildest dreams, I guarantee.”

“Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” You start to push the clipboard back toward Dr. Qian. His lips curl down, eyebrows shooting up manically.

“Fine! $5000!” He shouts, pushing it back to you. He grabs your hand still holding the pen to sign. “Please? I fear our merman will exit the study soon if we do not provide him a match anytime soon. It’s been a few months now..”

“Five thousand..” you repeat feeling dizzy. It’s not as if Prince Eric didn’t fuck a mermaid in human form, right? God that was a fucking cartoon. “What am I doing?”

Signing away— possibly, your life, you hand the agreement back to Dr. Qian. His ankles now come to meet mid-air with a gleeful jump expelling a sound of joy.

“Oh gosh. I have a great feeling about this!”

Dr. Qian holds up his thumbs baring the entirety of his teeth. Turning to face another door scanner that lets him in upon only checking his iris this time.

“Yangyang! You have a visitor this evening!” He announces. Moving along inside and encouraging you to come in. “I think you’re going to love this one!”

A hooded figure seated at a computer to the far left stands up. Turning around eagerly with a bow before spotting you.

“Holy shit.” The merman settling up to stand straight across from you lets out. His eyes large and stuck on you.

“No fucking way.”

“Oh?” Dr. Qian shares a look between the two of you. The dots connecting together for him. “Wait! Do you know each other in the human world already?!”

“My neighbors a fucking mermaid?” You shake your head for the millionth time today. Looking Yangyang up and down. Nothing about him was screaming under the sea.

“Merman” both men respond promptly. Yangyang following with an annoyed scoff.

“Neighbors??” Dr. Qian smiles ear to ear. “Wait! Yangyang you had mentioned a pretty neighbor girl—“

“Doctor!” Yangyang’s brows furrow. Snapping at the man by his side.

“Ah!” Dr. Qian pretends to zip his lips. Palm coming up to symbolize surrendering. “This is wonderful. My instinct is correct again! Well I will leave you two alone now.”

With another thumbs-up Dr. Qian begins to walk across the floor on the tips of his toes. As if he could disrupt the atmosphere with the tap of the soles of his leather loafers. Only the sound of the metal door clicking shut reaching your ears seconds later.

“Definitely never envisioned seeing you here..” Yangyang speaks up first. Catching your attention to focus back on him.

“Work?” You inquire. Crossing your arms accusingly.

His shoulders shrug, reaching to unzip the hood too baggy and large for his frame.

“Oh god, are you about to show me your fin?” You squirm back squinting. Teeth gritted preparing for the worst. Yangyang grunts, rolling his eyes.

“Fin, huh?” He grins, throwing the hood off to the side. “I’m not quite the Disney classic you may be imagining. Great movie by the way. I did end up naming one of my fish Flounder.”

“No Sebastian?”

“A pet crab?” He pushes up his sleeves. Long fingers tracing up to prominent veins on his forearms. He scratches the bottom of his chin in thought. “Back on my planet we feast on crab. It seems you humans do as well.”

“Your planet? Wher—“

“WayV.” Yangyang cuts you off. Taking a step forward. “It’s all underwater. History is that we were once humans who mutated when our cities drowned out.”

“So your tail?” You can’t help but check him out again when you ask. Curiously imagining him dipping and diving through water. His grin widens, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.

“Not quite a tail.” His chin tilts in, eyes hooded as they meet yours. “But I can show you.”

Rolling his shirt up, he reveals the smallest defined waist. Carved abdominal muscles that would never give away anything other than human. His shirt lands near the hood he’d discarded. Shoulders flexed as he stands straight to gage your reaction.

An abnormal appendage crawls up one shoulder. Your jaw dropping open as it squirms lower, dragging over his collar to end at the center of his neck.

“Is that..” you swallow dryly. Stepping back with one foot.

“Tentacles.” Yangyang confirms your thought. Another tentacle trails down his other shoulder. The two coming to meet at his Adams apple. “Underwater I survive with these.

“That’s.. fuck that’s not what Ariel was working with at all.”

“Do you want to touch it?” Yangyang whispers, nearly too quiet to understand. One of his brows lifting as a tentacle reaches toward you. “Or are you scared of it?”

He rolls the elastic waistband of his sweats anxiously between two fingers. Watching your reaction with a wide eyed uncertain stare as the tentacle stays still a centimeter away from your nose. Eyes gone crossed watching it’s every movement in shock.

“It?..” you gasp breathlessly. Gaze jumping to the unsettling movement between his thighs. Pulsing and thumping, growing larger it seemed. “You mean, your..is that your..”

“I have a few of them, actually..” with front teeth buried into his lower lip, Yangyang takes a step forward. Pushing his waistband lower and lower.

“A few..”

Yangyang catches the sweat trickling down the sides of your face. How raw your bottom lip already appears from chewing it over. The rapid rise and fall of your breasts beneath the tight bob of your throat with each dry swallow. Fear and curiosity combined setting aflame his predator desire to wrap you up left with no will to struggle.

“More than a few. I could shut you up easily you know.” Yangyang’s lips parts open revealing the tip of a sharpened tongue split down the middle. Thickening up the more it extends, reaching far beyond any human length. It draws near, the tips flicking near your mouth tauntingly. “If you’d like.”

The pointed tips of his tongue trace the seam of your lips. Easily slipping past the tight seal, wet and slippery. Another large tentacle swarms past his shoulder. Wrapping around your throat to arch your neck. Appendage easily gliding through down your neck.

“I can hold you open against your will, if that’s what you’d prefer.” He says in more of a hiss. Two more tentacles fly out from behind circling your thighs. Holding you open far enough to ache and strain at your groin muscles. His tongue slithers out, punching back down your throat with repeated movements.

Your body trembles with panic, waving your arms and coughing. The large tentacles snaked around your thighs shoving you down on a neatly made bed residing on the right side of this room.

Clothes flies off behind his frame. Eyes sharp and animalistic as he takes in your exposed figure. His tongue draws out of your throat leaving you gagging and choking on air. Tentacles loosen up only to use his arms to push you further up the bed.

“Look at you.” Yangyang hisses through his teeth. Sharp tongue lapping at the corners of his mouth. Leaning down to lick up the dip in your stomach to the middle of your chest. “Is this why that mermaid was so desperate to give up her tail for human legs?”

He sits back on his haunches, admiring your bared body laid open for him. Gaze drifting between your thighs, tentacles returning to pull your legs open. Core dripping embarrassingly wet since he began revealing the appendages. Only shooting a rush of excitement through your gut as he handled you like nothing but a breakable doll.

“Your pretty pussy will never want anything else after this.” He sneers, bending down lapping his tentacle like tongue between your dripping folds. Wetness pooling to the back of his throat as he slurps you up. Two more tentacles shoot up from behind locking around your neck. Completely held down in place spread open.

His tongue travels through too deep. Far enough to lick at your womb. Teasing the inside of your gut until you’re shouting and writhing. Fighting against the powerful inhumane hold sealing you in place.

“Fuck! You’re so..fuck, fuck you’re so deep.” You wail, head thrown back. Trying to gyrate your hips to meet his mouth.

His tongue circles your now swollen clit, begging to be tormented with attention. It should be illegal how good it feels when he squeezes around your bundles of nerves. One of the fat tentacles leaving your thigh covered in marks as he releases you to focus on your pulsating hole. The tip prodding your entrance teasingly. Your leg shooting up on his shoulder as you shout out garbled words.

“You..you can’t! I’ll cum!” You whine. Draping your leg on the back of his neck. Yangyang’s sharp eyes land on yours filled with demand. Silently egging you to cum from just from his mouth. The large tentacle playing with your welcoming hole slipping in just the sharpened tip. Enough to buck your lower half along and chase your first orgasm. Chest lifting from ragged breath as he holds you down in place.

“That’s it.” Yangyang laps up your release. Cooing at the whimpers you let out when he licks up the most sensitive areas. “You’ll cum again and again, until I’m done with you.”

With the tentacles gripping your biceps he turns you on your stomach. Hips hoisted up in the air leaving you with your ass up. He growls quietly behind you. Mouth dropping to your ass laving your tight rim. You fist at the pillows under you, unable to move much at all. Tentacles everywhere. Your arms, waist, thighs all trapped in his forceful hold.

“Want me to fuck your cute pussy don’t you?” Yangyang whispers behind you. Face lifting up covered in a mixture of your arousal and thick liquid dripping off the appendages covering your body. Secreting arousal in a similar way to you to mark you with his scent.

“Please..ah please. I wanna..feel it.” You beg, slurred and high from the unknown thought of what he could do to you next. Yangyang shoving his sweats off without having to lose his trapping hold on you. The thick tentacle you noticed under them just before slithers between your thighs. Your back dipping deeper, pushing your ass higher toward him. Shimmying like a whore offering yourself.

“That’s good, keep doing that.” Yangyang sighs with satisfaction. His hips rolling against your lower half matching your frantic movements. The smaller tentacles surrounding the biggest between his thighs splay over your ass. Parting your cheeks open until you’re crying and pleading to be fucked. “You’re so wet. Dripping all over them, making a big fucking mess.”

Your eyes roll back, grinding back along the large tentacle gliding between your inner thighs. The wet tip reaching your navel, taunting you with how far deep Yangyang would reach if he’d just fuck you.

He leans over reaching for your hair. Pulling your neck back to bend painfully. Small tentacles tickle meanly at your rim, suctioning and stimulating you in a new way.

“I’ll turn you into my little monster fucking cocksleeve.” Yangyang groans. The large tentacle finally penetrating past your entrance. Slick and smooth, he thrusts in meeting no resistance. Fattening up wide as he fills you up. Left choking on air when the base shoves past your tight hole. “Fuck. It’s too big for you, little human girl can’t take it can she?”

“I can!“ you whimper. Trying to prove a point with a weak slam of your hips back. Yangyang slips three of the smaller tentacles past your rim. Squirming their way in to add to the fullness. The other two trailing lower past where he’s lodged inside of you. Torturing your clit with strokes and suction pulls.

He pulls out only a third of the way, thrusting forward faster and harder than you’re ready for. Face contorted and thinning your lips to not scream from the speed. The tentacles wrapped around your waist only easing his strong thrusts to fuck you like nothing but a cocksleeve.

Wetness dribbles out of your cunt with each pummeling slam of his hips. Splashing on your ass and Yangyang’s abdomen. Spreading down his thighs in large dollups. Encouraged to fuck you harder by your arousal he thrusts inside your ass in time with his hips. Tentacles rubbing together so close. The largest ramming far deep in your stomach.

“Pretty pussy taking me so good.” Yangyang compliments roughly. He sounds out of breath and pained. Cunt wrapping tighter around his tentacle with each draw back. Knowing you’re close to another release, he flicks at your clit faster. The smaller appendages rubbing you in circles to the point of delirium.

“Yea..yes…pussy just for you.” You keen. Face a wreck from rubbing it into the bedding over and over again. Muffling the cries and shouts wishing to escape.

“Oh fuck.” Yangyang thrusts down to the base stilling. His shoulders rolling in, back arching as the thick tentacle fills you up. The others slowly retracting when you cum around his shooting length. Strength to continue holding you down dwindling in favor of enjoying your grip on him.

By the time your climax hits your stomach feels stretched to an almost painful point. Shutting your eyes with a groan you collapse finally. The sensation of a tentacle almost deflating as it slithers free from your hole sends a chill up your spine. Cum shooting out aggressively from being pumped too full more than any man has been able to.

The bed springs creak a bit. The faint sound of a faucet running tickles at your ears, ready to fall asleep any second now. Hissing as a cold cloth strokes your heated flesh like a gentle caress.

“Would you ever consider becoming a host?” Yangyang asks nonchalantly. Cleaning off the excess cum dripping down the insides of your thighs.

“A host?” You groan. Aching in places you’ve never ached in before. Pelvic muscle releasing a canopy of cracks as you stretch and attempt to sit up. Yangyang keeps you held down in place, clicking his tongue like you’ve done something wrong.

“I’m looking for a host..while I’m here.” His lips pout as he finishes wiping you off. “All done.”

Yangyang stands up, grabbing your jacket from the pile of clothes strewn on the floor. He holds it open for you once you’ve taken your time to redress.

“Dr. Qian can give you more information on the way out..” with one hand on the door handle he turns to face you halfway. Brow lifting curiously. “This was fun right?”

“Fun..”

“Interesting, at least?” He asks. A sweet hopefulness carrying in the back of his tone.

“It was…very interesting.”

“Consider hosting for the Vision faciality. I will make sure you are well taken care of.” Yangyang steps closer to you. Softly pecking your cheek, muttering to get home safe.

Host position: A year long process. Human participants must pass a health check first to qualify. If human fails to carry eggs after three experiments, we shall reassess the process. All humans will be provided appropriate shelter, food, doctor visits and full compensation. Any willing participants must apply and interview to be chosen.

“Eggs?” You mumble out loud after finishing reading over the documents Dr. Qian placed in your hold. Having to hold an exit process that went over every rule mentioned in the NDA he had you sign before allowing you to leave. Handing over a hefty envelope full of cash covering more than just two months rent that convinced you enough.

“Ovipositioning. It seems Yangyang finds you suitable to host his spawn.” Kun explains. Tapping at the payment fee. “You seem healthy enough. If you’re looking for work, come back tomorrow.”

“Spawn?!”

“He is a species after all.” Dr. Qian laughs, directing you to the front doors. “Do not hesitate to come in. Think it over of course! Yangyang hasn’t shown this much interest in a mating prior. It’s possible you are his perfect human match.”

Kun lets out a boisterous laugh standing near the large scale floor to ceiling doors. Waggling a finger toward the lost expression that's struck your face.

“As I said, think it over.” Kun reaches for the doors, winking quickly. “I believe you’d make a wonderful host.”

[1kook]

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— jjk x (f) reader

summary; But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere. warnings; sexting, dick pics, dirty talk?, phone sex, vivid depictions of jungkook being just so sexy bc its true, rating; mature (18+) misc; mentions of youtuber kook 🥰, he’s just horny, stupid selfie trends (see here), he’s a little whiny but so hot v.v  wc; 4.6k 

notes; I've had this in my drafts since april 😐 n then i was like maybe we should actually finish this so i started n then last night i hit another follower milestone!!! so then i rlly forced myself to finish this bc i was so 🥺🖤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 anyway enjoy lmk what u think its not proofread bc uhhhhh yeah 🤩

You’re at work when it happens.

It’s sometime between your usual listless thoughts of what to write for your weekly reflection papers for some course, and your trip to your store’s pharmacy to bother a coworker. Your phone vibrates in the pocket of your work apron. You’re normally pretty good at ignoring the sound, most of the times it’s just a classmate asking for help on homework or Jimin lamenting his love life, so you’ve grown used to ignoring the tiny vibrations, stocking a quarter shelf of different cooking oils before something in your brain tells you to check your phone.

You already know it’s not something grave, but that thought alone means nothing at the sight of the tiny jungkook♡ that appears at the very top of the list of notifications. Your boyfriend’s texts tended to be wildcards, never following a certain routine or alluding to any specifics. He could send you a long paragraph on how much he misses the scent of that one shampoo, the one you’d briefly run through last year because your usual brand was out of stock, with a ten point explanation on why you should switch back to it. Or two word, caveman sentences that drove you crazy because you never understood what exactly he wanted when he’d send those nondescript “munchies dip” texts.

You unlock your phone, clicking to the messenger app instead of directly on the notification. Hopefully the preview will give some warning on whether you should invest in this conversation or not. You hated the read receipts on messages, choosing to ghost conversations as you pleased, but Jungkook had wiggled his way into your phone one afternoon and specifically turned them on for his chat with you, and you’d never turned them off since. So he knows if you choose to ignore Attachment: 1 Image at 1:43pm exactly, and he'll pester you about it until you respond.

You contemplate it all for twenty seconds. It could be a variety of things, you guess, but the only way to find out is to actually see with your own eyes what he’s up to this time. He knows better than to distract you at work, is usually really good at waiting until your shift is over to spam you with messages. For him to send you something now, only a few hours into your shift, is uncharacteristic of him.

But you glance down the aisle anyway, taking note of some elderly woman you’d helped a few minutes prior and another teenager aimlessly walking around, probably looking for the snack aisle. You inhale and press down on your chat with Jungkook.

It takes you a moment to make out exactly what the image is, twisting and turning your phone around as you fight to see it without raising the brightness. It’s only when your eyes finally adjust to the dark screen, the faint beeping of the check-out registers fading into the distance, that you realize it’s a shot of the front of his sweatpants.

“Hm?” you murmur, getting brave enough to pinch the image between two fingers, zooming in until you’re able to decipher a multitude of details. For one, there’s a Flaming Hot Cheeto stain on the hem of his sweatpants, the same one you’d accidentally put on there a few weeks back and haven’t been able to wash out since. Then there’s that huge palm of his, tattoos and all, rested carefully against his thigh. It’s veiny and thick in all the right places, bringing all the attention to his knuckles, which you guess is what he was going for when you consider the centerpiece of the image—his hardened dick straining against the grey material.

There’s no text attached to the message, no snapchat font slapped over the image, so you wonder what exactly he wanted you to do with this information mid-shift. Well, realistically, you know exactly what he wants, but that doesn’t mean you won’t clown him before getting there. After all, Jungkook was seldom the naughty texter; sexting annoyed him, he would whine, because he would do all that and not even get to feel the true pleasure of sex, of being inside you. You’ve dabbled in it here and there, but it never went as perfectly as it did in pornos. He’d drop his phone and forget it, or you would straight up ignore the damn device as you went all in on yourself.

But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere.

you what’s this about?

You decide to play it safe, because as exciting as the image of Jungkook at his computer chair, cock hard and angry at the thought of you, fluffy hair ruffled in that way you adored, jaw twitching and tightening as he touched himself, moaned deep and rough and just how you liked and—

As nice as that image was, for all you knew this vague message was Jungkook sending you a picture from a week ago to purposefully fuck with you at work.

jungkook♡ what time u get off? jungkook♡ miss you bad baby

Your stomach flips, and it takes everything in you to not squeal and bounce between the shelves like a toddler on a sugar rush. Here was your boyfriend, the cutest, sweetest boy, sending you dirty pictures of himself and telling you how much he needed you. Yes, YOU, not some random on the street, or someone else in a club, Jungkook needed pleasure and that pleasure could only come from you.

You glance back down the aisle again, checking your surroundings for the second time that day. You’ve been standing here, stock cart empty for a little over five minutes now, so it’s probably best to change location lest your manager come barking down your neck. You send one quick text before heading off for stock again.

you 4pm :(

Your phone dings again just as you’re leaving the stockroom, but you decide to check it once you get to the hygiene aisle you need to work on next. Still, the prospect of Jungkook having texted you has you walking with a skip in your step, one your coworker teases you about when you pass by her.

jungkook♡ fuck jungkook♡ tell me what panties youre wearing jungkook♡ please ?

You bite your lip, stopping yourself from smiling at the tone you’d picked up from his message. There was no doubt he’d been riled up for a while now, and you wonder if he sat through his usual Saturday morning streams with his cock hard, pushed against the edge of his desk like you knew he did when such things happened. The thought has you nearly fumbling with a bottle of aloe vera.

you seamless black thong you the one you bought me at the last vs sale

Briefly, you wonder if you should have lied and told him you were wearing that red lace set he’d given you last Valentine’s Day, the one he’d bought with his first big YouTube check. But the beauty of being in a relationship with someone like Jungkook is that you could have told him you were wearing grandma undies and he’d still think you were the most beautiful person to grace the planet.

jungkook♡ mm jungkook♡ tiny ones u ruined last time?

You set your phone down, speed stock a row of sunscreen like you’re on some shelf stocking national competition, before daring to text Jungkook again. Your cheeks are still warm, and your hand tightens dangerously around a bottle of shaving cream.

Before you can formulate some response, he’s sending another one in.

jungkook♡ u soaked those jungkook♡ came fast that day jungkook♡ want u so bad

Your cheeks burn, a little embarrassed that he remembers such details. As with all Victoria’s Secret panties, they were, like Jungkook said, extremely thin. You pause, shift your stance just barely, but you’re definitely wet. Not terribly so, but with this fabric, you’d start to notice it sooner than with others.

you mm you makin me wet bunny

It’s not a complete lie, but knowing Jungkook this is exactly what he needs to hear to get that competitive streak going. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, stocking another section of men’s shaving cream. It takes longer for him to message you back, and you wonder if he got off fine on his own. If it’s over now, at least he provided you with some distraction midway into your shift.

When he texts you again, you’ve almost completely convinced yourself he’s finished, so the Attachment: 1 Video that appears on your lock screen throws you for a loop.

It’s a short clip, no longer than ten seconds, but it has you scrambling to lower the volume on your device as some unsuspecting mother of two wanders past. You flash her your practiced smile, the same one you give all the store’s customers. Not like your boyfriend is jacking it off on your phone, shallow pants filtering out from the speakers.

You turn your phone over carefully after she leaves, try to at least pretend you’re still doing your job as you play the video again.

Sweats are gone, but boxers remain. Legs deliciously exposed, thick thighs with muscles that ripple when he moves. Shirt pulled up just slightly to showcase that broad expanse of tummy, cute belly button and defined abs that tighten with each glide of his palm over the outline of his cock. Your mouth fills with drool at the sight. He was so hot.

Your brain hasn’t even processed it yet, all your energy directed towards your clenched pussy, when he shoots another text.

jungkook♡ im so fckin hard jungkook♡ wanna kiss yuo every where baby jungkook♡ come ove r soon ??

Shutting your eyes and counting to ten doesn’t help ward off the sudden wave of horniness that consumes you, but it does remind you of the job you’re supposed to be doing now. You shake your head, as if the image of Jungkook’s dick throbbing beneath his boxers, low voice in your ear, will magically disappear. It doesn’t, and it plagues you even more when you begin stocking a section of sunscreen, numbly instructing yourself on what to do next. Shaving cream, sunscreen, lotion next, you repeat.

It doesn’t help.

Two minutes later and you’re scrambling for the phone you’d hastily tucked into your apron pocket, tapping your passcode in until your messages with Jungkook are pulled up again.

you after work you promise

Your head is absolutely spinning, the coil in your stomach too tight for you to try and be a functioning member of society. Something in you says to sneak off to the bathroom and call him, but your boss is a little bit of a prick when he wants to be, thinks you take too many bathroom breaks as is.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. A curt call of your name has you whirling to face your shelves again, phone tightly pressed against your ribs like maybe it’ll melt into your skin and he won’t see it. At the same time, your sudden fright has you scrambling to turn it off, fingers sloppily pressing against the buttons, hitting the volume like seven times before you eventually feel the familiar click that signals it’s off.

Your boss disappears shortly after, and with his sudden appearance having made every hair on your body stand, you find yourself now slumping against your stock cart. Jesus, that man was a handful to deal with.

The paranoia sticks for a little bit, has you stocking shelf after shelf like a robot until you finish the entire row of hygiene products, back stiff from bending over so much. It’s only when you return to the stockroom ten minutes later that you dare take your phone out again.

A pleasant surprise awaits.

It would appear that during your haste to hide your phone from your boss— Jungkook’s scandalous messages and all —your frantic hands had done something else. A fuzzy picture on your end, a blurry display of lotion bottles you had stacked just before your boss’s impromptu appearance, with no words to accompany them. Normally Jungkook would have ignored that; you frequently sent accidental messages like this, butt texted him, he says.

But there’s something about Jungkook’s horny brain that makes him do stupid things, makes him blow up your phone with a series of question marks, call you four times, whine and fuss in your message thread, and eventually, send you probably the oddest image to date.

jungkook♡ ??? jungkook♡ ????what is that jungkook♡ baby please jungkook♡ I don’t get it ??

jungkook♡ Missed Call (4)

jungkook♡ baby jungkook♡ what does it mean jungkook♡ please ur drivign me insane jungkook♡ jsut wanna hear yuor voice jungkook♡ fuck please just

And then, there’s another one of those cursed Attachment: 1 Image messages.

You shouldn’t be as surprised as you are. You’ve been dating Jungkook for a few months now, know he had that sort of unique personality most college dropouts turned YouTubers do. But every now and then the absurdity of his actions makes you question him still, makes you wonder what exactly goes on in that pretty head of his to warrant such ideas, makes him balance a bottle of body lotion on the thick outline of his cock like this.

Unlike the first few images, this one was taken in front of a mirror. The blinding fluorescent light in his bathroom paints him in a stark color, has every inch of his pretty face on display for you. Rosy cheeks, dewy skin. Perfectly swollen cock straining beneath his grey boxers, curved up against his hip. Shirt pulled up, finally freeing that expanse of muscles on his abdomen, cute little belly button on display once again. The red material is pulled up to his mouth, pearly white teeth biting down on the fabric, and he’s got this flushed expression on his face.

But the real star of the show isn’t his chiseled abdomen or sexy expression, but the sheer hardness of his dick that lets him balance a bottle of body lotion over it, like a fuckin’ shelf or something. He’s so hard, dick so full beneath his boxers. So big too, the little boxers pulled taught around said engorged cock and thick thighs.

Your brain says to laugh, to tease him for being such a clown even when he’s horny as hell. He won’t take it to heart, will probably laugh along with you and you’ll add it to your still growing list of funny memories.

But your caveman libido says call him, so that’s what you do, ducking down behind a new shipment pallet with a squeak as the phone rings. It only lasts four seconds before he picks up, voice breathy and low, but it sounds so loud in the silence of the stockroom.

He doesn’t even let you get a greeting in. “You like my picture, baby?” he husks. It sounds like he’s right there, right beside you, speaking into your ear. Your pussy throbs at the way he sounds. Paired with the picture from before, it has your body tingling all over.

“What the fuck is that?” you hiss, trying to not let the sudden overflow of arousal leak into your words. Jungkook chuckles.

“What?” he huffs. There’s the brief sound of shuffling, the scratchy noise of his phone presumably being pressed against his shoulder. “I’m so hard, baby,” he sighs before you can pretend to reprimand him any further. “Fuck— you, can you just talk to me?” he groans, and the disgusting sound of him spitting into his palm fills your ear.

Your face feels warm, eyes nervously peering across the stockroom like your boss will suddenly appear now of all times to rip you from this important phone call. The anxiety and arousal mix weirdly, have your leg bouncing but every new movement sends a shock up your aching cunt to your chest, and then out to the tips of your fingers.

“You shouldn’t be doing that when I’m at work,” you murmur hurriedly, moving to nervously bite at your finger. Jungkook moans softly.

“Uh huh,” he says.

The air conditioning turns on and you nearly jump out of your own skin. “Kook,” you stress, frazzled by your own burning arousal and the fear of being caught. Like you said. Weird mix. “I— not when I can’t respond.”

He shudders on the line. “You’re responding now,” he points out. You hate when he’s right. Before you can defend yourself, define what a proper response is in this scenario, he’s beating you to the punch. “Baby,” he whimpers, voice so airy yet low, makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, back unconsciously arching. “Couldn’t stop— fuck.”

Your mouth feels dry, all and any form of lecturing fading from your thoughts as you become consumed in Jungkook’s little whines and whimpers. He talks smoothly, a modern day Casanova, and it’s certainly because of that cult-like harem he’s gathered on YouTube. Teenage girls who kiss his ass, tell him he’s cute and dreamy. Make his ego so big.

But then he gets horny and can barely contain that lisp you tease him about, shivers and melts when you put his cock in your mouth. “Couldn't what, bunny?” you mumble, voice drawn tight because now you were really horny, and it was all his fault.

The nickname makes him mewl prettily, your speaker suddenly going scratchy as he fumbles with his phone. “C- Couldn't stop thinking about you— your mouth,” he admits, and now you’re certain he’d sat through that Saturday morning stream like this. “T- Tits,” he adds, lisp slipping through. “Fuck.”

You bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as you remind yourself now was not the time or place to get yourself off. But, well. That didn’t mean you couldn’t get him off. “Sat through your stream like this?” you murmur, circling your kneecap with a trembling finger as if it’ll ward away the raging lust in your abdomen. Jungkook confirms with a breathy moan. “Had all your little fans wondering why you ended so early.”

He groans. “No,” he chokes, voice hot from how much it wavers. “They— I lied,” he confesses out of nowhere, “s- said I had a doctor’s appointment.”

You muffle a giggle into your palm. “Naughty,” you tease. “Too hard to do your job.”

“Just,” he cuts off, voice feathery. He sounds so close and you haven’t even said anything of substantial value yet. “Tell me,” he says quietly, “what to— mmh, what to do.”

A smirk consumes your features. You try to hide it, but there’s no one here anyway so you’re left grinning at an unpacked box of dental floss like a madwoman. “Why?” you inquire playfully, bask in the sad little whimper he responds with. “Shouldn’t you know how to make yourself cum?”

Another groan of frustration, desperation seeping into his tone when he speaks again. “Baby, please,” he begs, and it feels good. Feels nice to have this big YouTuber begging for you like this, whimpering your name like his doesn’t appear on the top 25 most viewed. “Like when you— ah — when you tell me… what to do.”

Your body feels hot, thighs pressing together with each whimper that falls from his lips. “Okay,” you concede, and he audibly moans in relief. “Tip first,” you instruct softly, eyes defocusing as your brain slowly starts to manifest the image of Jungkook spread out on his bed. Thick thighs, grey boxers pulled taught around them, fat cock between his pretty hands, inked knuckles squeezing around his member. You swallow. You can tell exactly when Jungkook does as you say because another muffled moan fills the speaker. “One finger,” you remind him quickly, head spinning from the mere memory of his dick. “Run it… run it over the slit, bunny.”

“Nngh—“ Jungkook sputters. You can only imagine the face he’s making now, the bottom lip he’s bitten raw by now. He does it a lot; it’s a nervous habit. But as sexy as it looks when you’re in bed, you know he has sensitive lips because of it, bleeds easily if he’s too harsh. You have half the mind to remind him about it now, but then he’s hurriedly gasping out for more. “And, and then? Wha— what then, baby?”

He sounds so sweet, melodic voice dripping with honey. “Touch your balls,” you say a little breathlessly. “Don’t squeeze,” you add, “just roll your palm over them.” Your palm squeezes against your thigh, as if it’s remembering the feel of his body, the soft skin between his thighs when you’re down there. He gets so jittery, thick thighs nearly crushing you if you drag him along too much. “O- Other hand on your cock,” you stumble, thighs squeezed together. “Stroke yourself just like I do, bunny.”

Jungkook complies. “Just like you?” he mumbles, suddenly sounds farther away. As if he’s dropped his phone off to the side. “Fffuck,” he grunts, “m- mouth is so pretty.”

“Hm?” you inquire, so consumed with tampering down your growing arousal for a second that you miss his sentence.

Jungkook’s breath stutters, and for a moment you’re met with the wet squelch of his cock in his hand. And then, “pretty mouth… make me— make me wanna see you cry.”

You bite your lip. “Why,” you say tentatively, finally caving in with a hand fluttering over the front seam of your jeans. Not a question, more of a gentle nudge for him to spill his thoughts.

“Be- Because,” he cries, fucking into his hand. He sounds closer and closer. You have to wonder just how long he had been riled up. It’s been a while since his first message, he was probably desperate by now. “Y- You’re so nice,” he cries, and the sentiment, though oddly out of place, makes your heart squeeze with adoration for the boy on the line. “Wanna be,” he groans, “wanna be so fucking mean to you, baby.”

The sudden change of tone makes you choke on a moan, hand pressing against your mound like it’ll somehow penetrate the thick material of your jeans and give you the sensations you crave. As it stands, it’s a muted feeling you get instead. When your hands fail, his voice compensates. “Fffuck, don’t you— don’t you think about it too?”

Admittedly, no.

Jungkook had always been a gentleman in bed. Always cared for your needs before his own, went out of his way to make you feel pampered and adored during your most vulnerable moments. Contrary to what his online persona might say, he was a good boy. Sweetest boy you knew, touched you like you were made of glass.

So to suddenly learn of this dream— fantasy? kink? —of his that you would certainly enjoy equally as much, well. It made you whimper into your palm, eyes worriedly flickering toward the stockroom’s entrance.

“Why?” you whisper, feeling like a broken doll repeating the same phrase over and over again. You’re suddenly aware of how hot everything was. Your polo felt sticky against your spine, apron too tight, jeans too stuffy. How long had you been hiding in here for? You don’t even know. Hopefully your absence on the floor had gone unnoticed.

Jungkook pants into the line; everything sounds so sticky and wet on his end, hand undoubtedly working away at his cock. “Shit,” he curses, doesn’t really answer your question until you prod a second time. “I- I like it,” he stammers. “When you… fuck, when you look small.” He elaborates before you can even ask, breath heavy and drawn out. He was so close. “When your mouth… when it hurts,” he says, thoughts a scrambled mess. “Like when you— when you cry because my cock is— it’s too big for you.”

A blatant ego boost you’ll ignore for now. Not like you can focus on too many things right now anyway. “Your cock is big, bunny,” you agree softly instead. Your legs feel cramped from crouching so long, so you push yourself to your feet. Except then you’re made aware of how fucking wet you are, panties soaked from the phone call with your boyfriend. You shift and they stick to your folds, make you release a shaky exhale that Jungkook doesn’t miss.

“I— you’re wet,” he says boldly, and this time your meek confirmation isn’t a lie. Jungkook grunts. “Fuck, baby, I—“ cut off by his own whiny cry, probably bucking into his hand like a madman by now. “Wanna, wanna kiss you everywhere,” he says, a call back to his earlier message. Your legs feel like jello. You want him to kiss you everywhere too— lips, tits, cunt that is dripping for him now.

“I- I’ll be over soon,” you stammer, feeling like you’ll pass out if he carries on any further. He sounds so good on the line, soft pants, rough growls. You can’t possibly listen anymore, not when you’re so wet and horny in the middle of your shift. “Just,” you pause, can’t get the image of his pretty cock out of your mind. Every blink makes it more vivid, reminds you of the vein on the underside, the exact shade of the tip.

“What?” Jungkook hisses, voice higher than usual, parts of it lost under the rapid movements of his hand. “Tell me, baby, tell me what to do,” he begs hoarsely, “I’ll do it.” Sounds so desperate and needy, two seconds away from busting all over his hand.

You have to lean against the wall of the stockroom to ground yourself, remind yourself you’re not in the same situation as Jungkook and can’t cum in your pants like a teenager. “J- Just cum,” you choke, eyes fluttering shut.

He must’ve been waiting for that command, because the second the words leave your throat he’s filling the line with breathy groans and cries as he comes all over himself, probably ruins his t-shirt. The sounds have your hips unconsciously bucking forward into nothingness, the frustration of not being able to cum with him manifesting in the form of a tiny little sob. Luckily, he doesn’t catch it.

When it’s all said and done, he’s left panting into the receiver, flooding your speaker with breathy sighs that only make you more and more aroused.

“You’re terrible,” you frown, cheeks flushed, body tingling. You flip your wrist over and check the time; it’s been about sixteen minutes since you disappeared from outside. Sixteen minutes of listening to Jungkook touch himself and moan and whine and whimper. Tease you with new possibilities you had never considered before. And now he’s satisfied and you’re not.

Jungkook chuckles, low and tired. The sound shoots straight to your cunt. “Come over after you shift,” he says, as if you’re not planning to fake a severe case of the flu right now in order to get off early and run to his bed. You only had a little less than two hours of your shift left anyway. Not like they paid you well to begin with. Jungkook shifts, releases one of those saccharine groans as he probably snuggles into his bed, all sweaty and worn out. “Want you to fuck my face, baby.”

You frown, counting to ten to calm yourself down. Another few minutes of listless conversation, and you hang up. Your body feels featherlight, a little woozy as you make your way back out into the floor.

Nothing has changed. Customers pour in and out, your boss scolds you for a display you didn’t do, and life inside the store drags on. No one knows that you’re soaking your panties to hell and back, Jungkook’s soothing moans in your ear. Life goes on.

you shift ends in 20

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Under Gotham’s Sky -Dick Grayson Imagine || Part 4

Part 3 Part 5

“Hey man, how you doing?” Hank asked when Dick appeared on the kitchen.

“Eating dog food early on the morning?”

“What? No! This is something very delicious that Conner made”

“That’s krypto’s”

Dick answered grabbing a cup of coffee and Hank throwed the meat on the trash immediately.

“But hey. Don’t dodge the subject. How are you doing?”

“Doesn’t matter now, no matter how bad I feel, she must have felt way worse all this time, so I don’t have anything to complain. I deserved that”

“You’ll always be on your knees for that woman, won’t you?”

Hank asked, feeling bad for Dick and the only thing the man did was give his friend a little smile.

“She said she wanted to keep it professional. Let’s keep it professional”

“Dick”

“Hey, good morning.”

“In some of your radios, me and Connor heard that Red Hood commands crime now. That thing in the bank..certainly happened to show who rules now.”

Gar came to tell Dick.

“Wow. Early in the morning and you guys are already up searching?”

“You told us to focus. The sooner we found about this, the sooner we stop him.”

Conner answered

“Right.” Dick crossed his arms “let’s reunite on BatCave.”

Dick said and all the titans followed up to there.

“The police have a way to find out but..”

“But we don’t have the police”

Dove completed his phrase

“Yes”

“We could call Detective Y/L/N”

Gar suggested.

“She won’t answer my calls.”

Dick said, knowing that the things were in bad term now and knowing you to well to understand you weren't going to talk to him so soon.

“But she won’t care if I only go there ask for her help, will she?”

Kory said. Titans couldn’t do anything without GCPD support and all of them knew it. So even with the personal thing between you and Dick, she would try.

————

“Have you even slept?”

Violet came to your desk. She would always notice if something were wrong with you.

“Yes, Vi. I did”

You rolled your eyes, taking one sip of your coffee.

“Liar! Let me pass something on your face, some makeup won’t hurt you know?”

“Seriously?”

Violet came near to you with a little bag of make up and made something really fast on your face.

“Your ex is in town and you have no make up? No way, baby.”

You laughed at her. Only Violet to make you have fun. Seeing Dick for the first time in a year and in a bad way really took the worst of you.

You were going to answer her when you heard someone.

“Detective Y/L/N”

You recognized the woman passing through GCPD’s door, walking 'till you.

“Yes. Starfire, right?”

Violet looked, almost like she was asking if it was okay. You looked at her and nodded, so she left your life, leaving you alone with her.

“Yeah! You can call me Kory.”

She offered you a smile and you answered.

“And how can I help you, Kory?”

“Detective. We’ve found something about red hood, something that would also matter to you, so I’m here in the name of the Titans, we need your help.”

In the minute she said it, you started thinking. A minute of silence but your head worked like crazy. Would you face it all again? Your heart was warning you it was dangerous, but your reason yelled to you that you needed to remember that you were a professional. A detective.

And like this you were heading to Wayne Manor to meet the titans.

————

“….so we thought that you could help us on it”

Gar explained everything he said to Dick earlier and you listened carefully. You and the titans were on the BatCave. Dick stood there, quiet, you both didn’t spoke anything directly to each other yet.

In silence, he admired how beautiful you were. Black always looked so good on you. Damn, he missed you.

“Yeah, I mean, police has a program to identify the pattern of walk of suspects. We could test Red Hood’s and Robin’s walk and see.”

“It sounds perfect.”

Kory said, excited.

“But still, we can’t understand Red Hood’s actions. We can’t preview what he’s going to do next, until it happens”

Dick said and for the first time, your eyes locked on each other’s.

“There’s an option you won’t like not even a bit”

You said, the look on your eyes when you faced him made Dick feel in a spell.

“And which one would it be?”

“Scarecrow”

“Jonathan Crane? No. Not an opinion”

“To recognize mental patterns he’s the best we have, unfortunately.”

“Batman, you and I put him on Arkham for a reason. He almost killed you once, did you forget this already?”

Dick came closer to you, clearly distressed by this and you took a deep breath, controlling yourself with his proximity.

“Batman was using his help to know criminal’s profile before he left Gotham.”

Dick stood in silence, surprised with what you said and you broke your eye contact.

“You could visit him. Ask about red hood”

You said, avoiding to look into his eyes, the depth there made you weak.

“Ok”

He nodded.

“Titans, I’ll be on GCPD trying to match their walks and see if it feets, while Dick go to Arkham. I’ll let you know as soon as I know something. But whatever that happens, don’t act alone. You hear me? Do not act without GCPD’s support.”

You told them and they all nodded, even Dick.

“It seems a good plan.”

Gar said and you nodded, leaving the cave. In a few more steps, when you were crossing the front door, you feel someone approaching you from behind, not even bothering turning around to see who it was, you knew Dick like the back of your hands, even his steps were unmistakable to you.His strong fingers held your arm, softly.

“Y/n.” You turned to look at him “Thank you for coming”

“I didn’t come here for you.”

You didn’t look at his eyes, you had to leave immediately, before you forgot why you needed to be away from him. And like this, you left the Wayne Manor, following to GCPD.

————

“Goddam. How can it be possible..”

You were perplexed. You did it 1, 2, 3 times and it still matched.

Red Hood and Robin walk matched. Red hood was..Jason Todd.

Your hand covered your mouth and you ran them through all of your face. Dick was right all along. He needed to know.

“Detective Y/L/N, the captain requests you as soon as possible”

Jack, one of the caps, came closer to your desk. Damn, you couldn’t call Dick now.

“I’m on my way.”

You went almost running to your captain’s office.

“Detective, Scarecrow suffered an attack of Red Hood on Arkham before he met with Dick Grayson. You must request his exchange to Blackgate immediately.”

“Right, Cap”

Great. The day was only starting and was already a mess. Damn you Jason Todd.

———

Like your captain told you to, you just sent Jonathan Creane to Blackgate, and then you did what you needed to do.

You dialed the number you had written in your brain on your phone. In two calls, he answered.

“Y/n?”

Your heart missed the beats when you heard his voice.

“Dick, where are you?”

“I just left Arkham. You need something?”

“Listen to me. You were right all along, there was something wrong about Jason’s death.”

“Wait, what?”

“What were wrong is that..Jason is alive, Dick. And Jason is Red Hood. And he just attacked Jonathan Crane on Arkham, right after you left. He will follow to BlackGate where he’s safer”

All you could hear was silence. Dick didn’t answer and you couldn’t hear any sound.

“Dick? You okay?”

Here were you. Worrying about him, about how he felt, you knew it would never change.

“When will Jonathan move to Blackgate?”

“Now.”

“Ok”

Dick answered and Hung up.

“Dick? Dick! Damn.”

You knew Dick too well to know when he was going to do something. You waited for his call for almost a hour. What could he do afterall? He could have only followed to Wayne Manor.

There were 40 minutes and nothing of Dick.

“Detective!” Your captain came to your desk with Violet behind her and you got up from your chair.

“Jonathan Crane was kidnapped by a black car right when he was going to left Arkham. Do you know anything about it?”

You didn’t’t answer her and only followed to the big computer she had on her desk. You knew exactly what happened.

“Detective Y/L/N! Answer me, Now!”

“Vi! I need you to search for a Maserati on the map of Gotham and send me the location. Now!”

Violet nodded and ran to her desk.

“Captain, you need to trust me.”

“If it wasn’t for me trusting you, you’d have already been fired. Speak. Now!”

Before you could answer her, Violet screamed

“Black Maserati following to the 68 meters at north!”

North. What could have on north for Dick to go? You thought for some seconds and then it was clear in your mind.

Bruce’s lodge. Dick took Scarecrow there because he knew something. But what?

“I need a helicopter heading to his location.”

“You heard the Detective, Jack. An helicopter to that location. NOW!”

—————

30 minutes later you found the location, between a dense wood, you could see the lodge. You knew it was rounded by Wayne Tech’s protection, you could never get there without permission. So you waited to give the signal.

Damn, How you hated him for bringing himself for that situation. You told them.

Don’t. Act. Alone. This were the instructions!

But what made your heart almost drop of your mouth was what you saw before. Close to the lodge there were some strange moves. A red suit appearing.

“Captain.”

You called her and she came closer.

“Am I seeing right? Is it red hood?”

Your captain took a carefull look.

“It isn’t only red hood, Detective. It’s redhood and nightwing. Fighting”

You felt a knock on your stomach.

Dick and Jason. Fighting. Alone.

You knew Dick during all your life. You knew he was completely capable of defeating Jason and defending himself. But you knew you both had a connection. A strong one. And something made you feel scared about it.

You got lost in your thoughts for more time than you realized.

“Detective” you heard a voice coming from far “DETECTIVE!”

The voice took you off of your thoughts. It was your captain.

“What?”

“I’ll order my sniper to shoot.”

“Wait. Shoot?!”

“That’s our chance to get Red Hood and end this nightmare. They’re close, they can do this without hurting Nightwing.”

The idea seemed completely crazy to you. What if Dick got shot? There were chances and you couldn’t stand it.

What if Dick died? You felt a tight in your heart.

“Captain, but..”

“There are no “but’s”, detective.”

She said and contacted the cops on the helicopter

“When you get Red Hood on your aym, shoot.”

“Got it.”

You knew it didn’t sound fine. If things were wrong, it would end in a complete disaster.

Damn, Dick, why did you have to be so stubborn?

You thought.

“Cap. Permission to shoot?”

“Yes.”

The captain said by looking at the map and they shoot.

Some minutes passed.

“Captain, I’m afraid the target wasn’t the one I shoot. We may have shoot Nightwing”

In the moment you heard it, your entire world fell apart.

Dick got shot.

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Here’s that 1000 word preview of Something In The Water I promised! I can’t say exactly when the full chapter will be up since things have been sort of crazy at work, but it should be sooner than later. Enjoy! Ch. 5

She needs to get off of this island.

Not that it’s such a bad place, it’s just too small, she needs to be somewhere that stretches the mind, maybe help her remember how she ended up here in the first place. She doesn’t know how many hours passed between fleeing her wedding and waking up naked on the beach in the dead of night with a splintering headache and a mouth full of sand, but every single one of them is unaccounted for. All she knows is that she can’t go back home, and doesn't have the means to go anywhere else. 

What she does have is the necessary nerve to have found a deserted house with a window that could be easily cracked open (easily for her anyway). Isle DeGranger is full of them. So many residents of the town only stay in their homes a couple of weeks out of the year, and either rent them out to vacationers or just leave them there to look pretty for the rest of the time. Still, squatting in a quaint old vacation home with a hammock out back and a faulty alarm system isn’t without its anxieties. Every time she hears the slightest creak or groan she darts her eyes toward the door, ready to cut and run. When it’s quiet and still, she uses her time wisely, planning where she’ll go next and how she’ll get there.

 In simpler times, the go to method would be to swim, follow the right currents in the right directions until she landed somewhere great, or at least interesting. But it’s out of the question for now, the ocean is vast, but still not big enough for them not to find her after a few hours or so. Until further notice, the safest place is on land, keeping as low a profile as she can.

In retrospect, flirting with a random guy in a bar probably wasn’t the best way to go about it, whether it was for a purpose or not. She should have just left, she’d already successfully pickpocketed enough cash from the drunk, grabby patrons that night to buy food for the week, she didn’t need to push it. 

If only it weren’t for his damn face.

The second she saw him from across the bar she knew she wanted to see that face up close, see the way it changed when he laughed, the way his eyes crinkled and his dimples caved in. It was probably for the best that he charged off so quickly, because if he hadn’t then she might have done more than just look.

Her parents always said she had a ridiculous fascination with the creatures up here, but it never was true. It’s the freedom, to go anywhere she pleases, learn whatever interests her, kiss whoever she sees worthy, live for herself and not some arbitrary 5000 league long list of customs that she never could understand. 

But Dick, he fascinated her from the very beginning. And before she sets off for the next place, she needs to see that face again.

****

This was a mistake.

This was worse than a mistake, this was a colossal fuck up of fyrefest proportions.

Tim Drake, who’s the boyfriend of Gar Logan, who’s the best friend of Rachel Roth, who’s the adoptive daughter of Dick Grayson, is a fucking true crime youtuber.

His channel has 500,000 subscribers.

Dick and Rachel go to meet their Ferry during one of the few free hours Dick has had all week. And the second they hop off to greet her, caterwauling her name like the biggest fans at her concert, he knows they’re going to be more of a handful than anything else happening in the wake of the crime. 

Gar and Rachel immediately fall into a giant hug, their respective green and lavender hair meeting in the middle. While Tim, big eyed, gangly, too much energy for one boy Tim, immediately makes a beeline for Dick.

“Detective Grayson  so good to finally meet you,” he says, offering a firm, quick handshake. “I know this is a dark time on the island but I promise we’re only here to help.”

“Oh, and we also promise we didn’t know about the murder until after you invited us,” Gar says, releasing Rachel.

“It’s fine,” says Rachel. “I’m just glad you're here, and you better not spend the whole time working on your channel.”

“Hand to God,” says Tim.

“Wait, Channel?” Dick asks, slightly panicked but not letting it show.

“Yes, glad you asked,” says Tim, immediately making Dick wish that he hadn’t. 

“I host The Crime Bird with Tim Drake, and I’m likely to be the first channel to cover the DeGranger Lighthouse murder, I know it’s fast but the sooner the word is out there the sooner we can catch whoever did this.”

“Wait, we?” Says Rachel. “No thanks.”

“I know I know, you guys have been missing each other for months, I don’t want to get in the way of you catching up. How about I shadow Dick at the station today and you guys enjoy a beach day?” Tim continues as if it’s all been decided already.

“Sounds good to me,” says Gar. “I wanted to check out the tide pools and rent a Jet ski, Rach, you good to jet ski?”

“No but someone has to take pictures,” she says.

“Fine by me,” says Gar. “Oh and is it true you have a saltwater hot tub?”

“Wait, hold on,” Dick says, trying to get on top of the situation. He’s not entirely sure how the last three minutes have played out this way but he needs to rein it back and fast. “You’re not shadowing me at the station.”

“Listen, I can help, I know way more about this stuff than you think,” Tim insists.

“Because of your channel? And by the way Isn’t it a little, I don’t know, unethical to profit off of a tragedy like this?” Dick almost feels bad about saying it, this is a kid after all, but the last thing he needs is some gung ho murder fanboy following his every move. Tim doesn’t seem offended much at all though.

“That’s a totally valid concern my man, but I promise it’s not like that, half the proceeds from my channel go to the families of the victims, the other half is split between helping support my family and paying for my education.”

“Tim wants to be a forensic scientist,” Gar offers proudly.

“Only trying to keep up with you Mr. future veterinarian,” Tim offers back before turning his attention to Dick again. “Anyway Grayson, when do we get started?”

Did he mention that this was a mistake?

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Scooby Doo (2002) Review: The Most Punchable Fred Jones of All Time

It’s one last hurrah for Halloween as I take a look at the often derided 2002 Scooby Doo Movie! See what happens when you combine future superstar director James Gunn with .. the guy who thought directing the Smurf’s movie and Big’s Mama’s House were good ideas. Oh and with a splash of the guy who wrote the loveable family film Cheaper by the Dozen and the utterly loathed Percy Jackson film. It’s as messy as you’d expect with that.. but is it BAD? good, so bad it’s good, just sorta okay? Come with me as I try to find out under the cut with a full review. 

I’ve always loved Scooby Doo. I grew up with the guy, watching reruns of the non-scrappy classic series from Where Are You to the Scooby Doo Movies, the three Superstar 10 movies (Boo Brothers, Ghoul School and Reluctant Werewolf), or the at the time brand new What’s New Scooby Doo. And later in life i’d absolutely adore Mystery Incorporated.. minus the whole Shaggy, Scooby Velma love triangle, but i’ll likely cover that at some point or sooner, you can comission reviews from me for 5 bucks each, 5 dollars off group orders if you really want to make me suffer through that that bad. But getting off self promotion point is I loved and still love the franchise. While I”ve yet to see “Scooby Doo and Guess Who”, though given there’s Weird Al, Kristan Schaal and Urkel episodes you can be sure i’m going to eventually, and Scoob was VERY ehhh even if Dick Dastardly was awesome. But despite my history with the great dane much like with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, despite my rich history with the franchise I haven’t dove in yet and with a friend who could use a nice halloween suprise and loves scooby doo, I figured now was the time to take a look at it.  And since i’d been wanting to take a look at it again anyway, and decided going big wasn’t a bad way to start, i’m taking a look at the 2002 Scooby Doo movie. I saw this flim first run in a drive in, and saw the sequel the same way and loved it as a kid, and fondly remember checking out the Sountrack Preview page back before youtube existed to make checking out soundtracks easier. It was a simplier time. And even rewatching it later with my nieces, I found myself liking it.  And the thing was almost every time this film comes up it’s with a turned up nose. The CGI, the confused audience, the deciding to cast Freddy Prinze Junior.. all terrible decisions that overshadow the film, when it’s not that bad. It’s not GREAT, but it’s not TERRIBLE either. So what is it then? Well i’ll tells ya. Let’s start with

PRODUCTION: Wait James Gunn Wrote This?

At the turn of the millneium Scooby Doo was back on top. After waning popularity during the Scrappy era, the advent of the warner affilated Cartoon Network meant a whole new generation of kids (raises hand) got to experince Scooby Doo for the first time. This new audeince lead to Scooby Doo on Zombie Island, the first of the franchises 80 or so DTV movies that will continue on long after the earth dies, and brought back the franchise after it’s long slumber. Scooby Doo went from dead to as popular as he was in his hey day again. Naturally Warner wanted to cash in and thus this movie was born.  Originally the film was supposed to be a more adult project, a send up of the franchise with more sex jokes and what not than made the final cut according to writer James Gunn. Yes, the same James Gunn who wrote and directed the Guardians of the Galaxy movie and whose currently saving the suicide squad. It was one of Gunn’s earlier films but just from when he’s talked about it, you can tell he genuinely cared about the project.  Along for the ride with our future Guardian was his co-writer, Craig Titely,  who i’m convinced only came in to do punch ups as the guy has only written three other movies. One of them was being one of MANY writers on Cheaper by the Dozen and thus likely not doing much of note with that, and the other.. is being the only writer on Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief’s movie adaptation.. aka the movie the fanbase and general audiences rejected in droves yet SOMEHOW got a sequel. Which is somehow still worse than his other film, one that asks “was the moon landing a hoax?” Spoilers, it wasn’t. Point is this isn’t a resume that screams co creator and more screams “Guy brought in to kid freindly this up”. More on that in a minute.  The director is another less than reassuring face: Raja Gosnell, whose credits BEFORE this film were Home Alone 3, Never Been Kissed and Big Momma’s house.. so already he dosen’t have the best track record but somehow got worse because AFTER this film and it’s sequel he directed both live action Smurfs Movies and the universally hated Show Dogs, aka the film  that thought dog rape was funny. The fact this film isn’t out and out terrible is a miracle. 

Even more so because naturally, as Studios tend to do they interfered: The film was supposed to be more adult, cracking jokes about common things fans of the series growing up thought like Velma is Gay or Shaggy’s a stoner, and having both be fully true. But wanting to appeal to kids, Warner gradually lightned it, hence Craig, and Raja clearly having no shame gladly took it instead of you know.. standing his ground.  So Velma has a love intrest thrown in and her kiss with Daphne is gone, while Shaggy’s toke smoking was lowered to subtext.. because either of those things is bad apparently? I dunno the 2000′s were fucked. 

Point is THAT’S why these films are so tonally confused and why I don’t hold it agains the film now I know: It wasn’t James Gunn or even, as dumb as he is, Raja Gosnell’s fault that the film had some tones clashing when the studio was demanding it, instead of you know, thinking this through at all and realizing more kids cared about Scooby Doo than they would’ve josie and the pussy cats instead of bringing it up DURING production, when most of the adult stuff was in there. It’s also why the sequel has no real adult stuff, though it’s STILL damn good, but i’ll get to that some other day. 

The film was also shot at an actual theme park in australia. Neat. 

So yeah the film’s humor kind of ping pongs between knowing adult winks and kids stuff. We get Scooby dressing like a grandma in the same film shaggy enhales his demon possed love intrests breath like weed. The jokes themselves on average are pretty good: Some of my faviorites include the grandma scene, everything rowan atkinson does, Velma getting drunk off her ass, and the instructional video bit which is easily my favorite bit of the episode and one of my faviorite scooby doo jokes period:

This is even FUNNIER to me on rewatch, as we now know this is an instructional video for demons.. and that Scrappy clearly had enough problems with his demon horde to have to pay for this thing. It tis glorious.  However there also are also a few that HAVE NOT aged well, are very creepy at best and disgusting sexual assault at worst with Daphne getting her ass grabbed by the Luna Ghost at the start being treated as a joke and Fred oggling Daphne’s body when he’s in it being treated as a ha ha and not...

So yeah the humor’s USUALLY good, but the slipups are noticable and do bring things down a bit when they come by. So the humor is decent if mixed and the production’s a nightmare, how’s the plot? The Plot: Scoob, We’re Getting the Band Back Together!

I won’t be as through as usual because this is a 90 minute movie, I’m running behind as is and it’s 20 years old, 

We start with your standard mystery inc case with the Luna Goose, aka Old Man Incel who resented Pamela Anderson for not boning him. But Fred hogging the glory during the resulting News Cast leads the gang to start fighting over lingering tensions: Velma is tired of Fred hogging all the credit when she does most of the legwork solving things, Daphne is tired of being kidnapped and being mistreated by Velma and Freddy who laugh at the idea of her doing more, and Fred..

We’ll get to him later. Shaggy is the only one wanting to stick together, but no one’s having it and the group breaks apart and Matthew LIllard REALLY sells Shaggy’s heartbreak over his friends all abandoning him well. 

Two years later though, with Shaggy and Scooby naturally getting stoned and eating large quantities of food on the beach, have made peace with retirement, and have apparently had to duck tons of people coming to them to solve mysteries since they aren’t about that. The latest in that line is a man representing Emile Mondovarius, the owner of Spooky Island, a vast island resort and theme park. Naturally since it has spooky in the name the boys want nothing but Mondovarius does what honestly every previous guy coming to them should’ve done: offers them an all you can eat buffet.  Since they’ve done more traumatizing for Dog Treats, they agree and it soon turns out the entire gang was invited, though none of them but Shaggy and Scooby are happy to see each other. I will say one of my complaints about the film is it never tackles the emotions behind the breakup: while the teams slowly repairs there are never any outright apologizes or scenes of them recociling or scenes of Shaggy chewing them out for abandoning him due to their spat. It just skips over the emotional bits to either wave a joke for the kiddies around or scream 

Really the jokes aren’t bad, the film just has trouble with actual emotion or depth that could’ve been there and tries for it once in a while, but dosen’t really do anything with it. The gang splitting up’s a good concept, and at this point on Scooby Doo on Zombie Island had really used it, and that was one where they were clearly still close friends and were still in touch they just quit mystery solving for a while till Zombie Island happened. Mystery Incorpreated would finally give this story justice later: Instead of over a petty ego squabble, the gang broke up over underlying tensions: The revelations about Fred’s dad caused him to go try and find himself, Velma alienated herself by hiding things from them, and Shaggy was shipped off to Military School and Scooby doggy prison camp... thankfully the last two didn’t last and Scooby rescued Shaggy with a tank but the tension DIDN’T go away: While the gang mostly reunited, Velma took time to forgive them and also tried bringing in the friend/girlfriend she’d made in the meantime only for her friends to isolate her and throw her out while Daphne took her time to return due to being hurt by fred. It’s complex and good stuff versus here where it’s just “WE’RE APART BECAUSE WE HATES EACH OTHER. And now we’re NOT”. It’s just a waste of a good concept and i’ m glad the franchise got around to doing it right. 

But my gripes aside our heroes head to the resort and meet Mondevarious, who admits outright to having tricked then and with confronted with the gang being broken up, makes it clear he knews.  “That’s the thing about broken things.. you can put them back together.”

And so he did. He needs the Gang’s help as he’s worried about the island and something going wrong there: The teens are leaving polite, well behaved. and clearly not themselves as one reacts to an old friend by neck lifting him and tossing him aside. Something’s deeply wrong here and the gang’s intrest is piqued enough to stay though everyone but Shaggy is determined to solve it themselves out of ego. Mondvarius is played by Rowan Atkinson and while I watched the bean movie as a kid this is where I fell in love with the guy, with later watches of Blackadder confirming that in my college years. Rowan just brings a fun dorky energy to the character and a nice earnestness too but when he later takes a turn for the bad, he does that well too. Atkinson is HIGHLY underated in my opinon and easily the MVP of this film’s supporting cast.   So the investigation begins, and we get our supsects: The first we met on the plane, Mary Jane, a kind blonde played by Isla Fisher who got the job becasue Gosnel, in a rare good decision, saw how talented she was and while still picking Sara Michele Gellar for Daphne, made sure she had  a part. She’s a nice sweet girl who Shaggy falls for and Scooby’s annoyed by it.. though unlike earlier the film beats mystery inc easily here as it’s a more understandable conflict and dosen’t act like Dog Issues is a thing people says. Again i’ll get to that clusterfuck of an arc some day. The other two are N’Goo Tuna, a shady worker at the park who spouts off the legends of the island. In a nice twist, he’s NOT the vilian, as is obvious but is his right hand man. He also has his own right hand and muscle in Zarkos a cool looking Luchador and N’Goo’s muscle. Also N’Goo may be one of the worst names in Scooby Doo History, and that includes Dabba Doo. But the legend claims the island was once owned by demons who want revenge since the resort took the island from him. 

The other is probably my faviorite non Rowan Atkinson character, Voodoo Maestro, played by Miguel Nunez. He’s basically just a guy who lives on the fringes of the island and also hates the resort and tries using voodoo curses. He’s honestly a delight from his attempt to sacrifice a chicken (An already dead one at that), to his general hammy and annoyed at dealing with these teenagers demeanor. NAturally he has nothing to do with this but he’s still a fun addition and I wish he was in more scnenes than the two he gets.  But with what they’ve gathered the gang all end up at a spooky castle attraction, with Scooby and Shaggy of course being bribed by daphne while Velma and Fred show up indpeendntly and end  up finding the weird training video from earlier but all get caught when the traps are activiated> There’s also a farting contest which.. eh not funny to me but i’ve seen so much worse i’m not even remotely upset. But then the traps trigger though during the chaos Fred and Velma are forced to work together and finally start doing so, and Daphne finds a clue: A mysterious pyramid known as the damon righus and finally gets some, if not nearly enough, credit.  So the gang is back together.. even if it’s a tenative peace, the high from solving this and relay to their boss the suspects, including him, though Fred assures Mondovarius it’s just because he’s spooky and rowan’s character’s delight over that is fucking glorious.  So the gang enjoys some down time at the local bar, with Fred and Daphne doing their own look ins, Scooby and Shaggy eating and encountring mary again and Velma getting hit on by a dude while looking over the ritus, revealing it’s some sort of soul sucking aparatus, and going into their history... which is really just an excuse to bring Scrappy in who in this universe, is a horny egotistical little shit whose abandoned as a result. ANd before anyone boos he’s not a puppy here, he’s got.. dog dwarfisim.. which while .. how does that even work... means he’s a grown ass man and deserved this. We also get drunk velma and Linda Caredenlli is a delight

The night gets interupted by terrible cgi monsters, the aformentioned emon who soul suck most of the college kids present and also get fred and velma who both find out these are very much real. We also get the best song on the soundtrack, man with a hex. It slaps. But it makes good chase music as with Mondvarious, Fred and Velma captured, the rest of the gang and mary escape.  The next morning we get a surreal as hell scene as everyone’s partying, Fred’s talking in slang and Velma with clevage, thank you, is chatting up.. Sugar Ray? For those younger of you they were a band at the time. They were a big thing. Not half bad but faded away. They looked as 2000′s as hell though. WHy Smash Mouth gets all the memes and not them is beyond me. Look at lead singer Mark McGrath!It’s like the early 2000′s gained sentience and took a human form. But the gang is quickly forced to run from sugar ray, though they get Daphne in a deleted scene. Why it was deleted I dunno. Point is Shaggy, Scooby and Mary are all alone.. oh and Mary’s possessed. Shaggy and Scooby argue over it because Shaggy just thinks Scooby is jealous and while he is .. why would he lie about this? He’s as cowardly as you are. But Scooby falls through the floor, and Shaggy is now going solo but luckily finds his friends souls, and eveyrone elses in a massive cool looking vat and frees them all.  Velma, when the demon leaves her and confronts her, finds out sunlight kills the demons and saves Daphne from hers... only to find Fred in her body. Daphne is naturally horrified and we do get a great bodyswapping scene.

Our heroes reconvince on the beach where htey find the Maestro who explains what’s going on to a point, with the gang’s clues filling in the blanks: The ritus, which they stole back earlier, is used for a ritual that will allow the Demons to rule over the earth for “a thousand years of darkness” but it requires a pure soul to work. Cue our big bad talking Scooby into being their willing sacrifice since Scooby dooes not understand what a sacrifice is.  Shaggy naturally rallies the group to go save him after their understandably worried since they usually dealt with weirdos in costumes and not the apocalypse.. well okay Velma and Fred aren’t, Daphne dealt with this kind of thing once a week back in Sunnydale. So they set up a plan to destroy all the demons at once by unleashing the soul bath, setting them all loose and then using a spooky disco ball from one of the attractions rigged up over the ritual area to shine the light in. It’s classic scooby doo. 

Things naturally go wrong as while Shaggy goes to rescue scooby and makes up with him, he’s caught, so are fred and velma and they have to scramble, while Daphne looses a fight with the luchador up top while trying to let the light in to finish the trap. Meanwhile Shaggy saves Scooby’s soul just as Mondovarious sucks it out by shoving the guy.. revealing him to be a robot! DUN DUN DUN. And inside is Scrappy.. which you all probably knew already but try to act suprise who wanted to conquer the world as revenge for the gang abandoning him and because again, in this universe he’s kind of an asshole. He absorbs the souls gathered so far and merges with the damon ritus, because we’re operating on video game rules now apparently, so final boss time.  But we get a great climax as Scrappy chases scooby, Daphne goes buffy on Zarkos ass , and as a result he shatters the glass and lets the light in releasing the disco ball the kill the demons.. man I love that I get to type things like that. Scooby removes the ritus and defeats his nephew and the day is saved. Velma hooks up with random guy, Daphne and Fred get together, I die inside a little and Shaggy and Mary Jane bond. At the press Fred does his good deed for the movie by letting Velma explain things and get the spotlight and the group have firmly reunited. THE END. Overall it’s a solid plot, that works well, comes together in the end and was well put together, it’s more the filling that causes it to tilt back and forth a bit, but overlal outside of the issue I mentioned it’s a good scooby doo plot. While some have pointed out it is similar to zombie island, a case reuniting the gang, the person who brought them there wanting to sacrifice them, or just scooby here, monsters being real, it works because everything else is so different. But since there’s more to break down and it’s easier to give it it’s own section let’s look at...

THE CHARACTERS: NOT HALF BAD, FRED CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF. 

So we’re down to character.. and since there’s a blonde, preeening, selfish, arrogant, sleazy, sexist, obnoxious, loud mouthed, useless elephant in the room, let’s start with Fred. And to quote it’s always sunny....

Yeah so that fury of a thousand crashing waves (Cracks Knuckles): Fred is the worst part of this movie, the worst version of the character across the entire franchise that i’ve seen with the sincre doubt that there is ANY version worse than this. Everything I said above is true and THEN some. He is one of the most unlikable characters i’ve seen in a film that wasn’t INTENDED to be. There’s just NOTHING to like about him. Nothing. He treats his “Friends” like garbage, all four of them: He basically ignores shaggy and scooby at best and treats them as if they were nothing. For Velma he’s your classic power abusing douche who pushes her to the side and often steals the credit for things she did. He’s still a good mystery solver, but he acts like he does all the work to the press and takes all the credit when Velma works as hard as he does if not harder. And worst of all is Daphne, who he basically either treats like some moron who gets kidnapped due to incompetence and not because creepy old dudes want to feel her up, which given the intro is VERY likely the reason she’s the resident victim of the group, and not like a person, or like a pair of boobs and legs he wants to bang or feel up creepily while he’s in her body. For fuck’s sake his reaction to finding out he’s in her body is a creepy and smug “I can see myself naaaakeddd” If that dosen’t make you want to smack him get off my blog. And they get together in the end! 

Who who wanted that. I genuinely want the presumibly original ending where Daphne and Velma hook up and Fred falls off a pier and is never seen again. The acting does not help. While the other four gang members are expertly cast Fred was given to Freddy Prinze Junior, who made a career out of playing arrogant dicks who are somehow the main character so I can’t fault the casting but I can fault that he can’t delver any line without that smug air of trying to be cool douche and it’s at it’s worst with Fred since Fred’s already written as the biggest creepiest douche in the world and Freddy somehow makes it WORSE. He also has zero chemstiry with Daphne, which would be weird given he and Sarah Michelle Gellar had dated for 2 years at this point and as of this writing have been together for 20 overall and have two wonderful kids together... but given how badly written Fred is here, I can’t blame either of them. And i’m sure FPJ is a swell guy, loves his kids loves his wife seems like a really plesant guy, nothing against him as a person, but at least at this point in his career he wasn’t very good. And I am actually planning on trying to seek out one of his later works in his career to see if he’s gotten better in recent years, and willing to give him the benifit of a doubt that he probably has. I just don’t like him here, and while the script does most of the work he only makes it worse.And works before this (Pup Named Scooby Doo) and after this (Mystery Incorperated) would prove you can give fred a personality that’s not dick tip, so fuck this character, fuck the writing.. and I hope Freddy is having a happy halloween with his loving wife and children, seriously I meant it I have nothing against him as a person. A terrible actor can still be a WONDERFUL guy. 

Now that’s thankfully put to bed, let’s pivot over to Shaggy, whose easily the best of the cast. Matthew Lillard looks the part pefectly, has the right combination of heart and goofus and has some great comedic timing. Granted Scream had already proven the guy’s got genuine talent, but still he’s great here and is currently playing Shaggy in most films and productions, except Scoob which.. was far from it’s only mistake but easily the biggest. There’s not much else to say: the guy IS Shaggy and is the only person whose taken up the roll to equal Kasey Casem in it. As for how he’s written.. he’s basically the same and apart from one line of him wanting to leave everyone to their deaths, which feels like it was added later, he’s written really well and is easily the most likeable of the group. 

Scooby is alright. Not the best version but funny and charming enough when he needs to be and while I hated the CGI at one point.. it’s honestly not that bad. It’s not GREAT, but time has actually been very good to it both in how it’s held up and in the fact we’ve gotten SO MUCH WORSE with so much better techlogies. I mean.. Cats exists.. Marmaduke Exists.. the Bill Murray Garfield exists. This was offputting at the time but now it’s just okay. But character wise he’s good and again not much diffrent. 

Velma is the second best casting of the movie. Played by Linda Cardenelli, who i’ve harbored a crush on for a good few decades now and admire mostly for her talent and charm, Linda kills the roll and easily slips into it as easily as Matt did, and while not picking it up full time like he did, still did it a few times afterword and played hot dog water in mystery incorperated, so she did finally get to play a Lesbian Velma it just took a while. And while Velma being gay is kind of sterotyping, it would’ve been nice to have been kept in instead of edited out for bullshit reasons. But overal her character is decent: While she ALSO bullies and belittles daphne like fred, unlike fred it comes less from just being a douche and more from insecurity. As her scene at the bar makes clear she feels undervalued like the other, like the nerd who the cool kids LET hang out with them instead of part of the team. While it dosen’t make her treatment of Daphne OKAY, it makes Velma understandable. We also get Velma Clevage which.. okay not sure if the world needed that but whatever. Point is it’s throughly likeable portryal that I wish got some character growth.  Finally out of the main 5 there’s Daphne, whose alright. Not as good as the other two, as it feels they lean a bit too heavily on her having taken self defense and wanting ot be tougher, but Sarah Michelle Gellar gives her a ton of charm and likeablity that her husband’s character sadly lacks. There’s just a fun, adorable energy to daph that ends up coupling with her buffy style badassery at the end and Sarah plays both beautifully. The script didn’t give her a ton to work with, though that’s the same for all four of htem, but Sarah really made the character work and made her somewhat memorable despite not being as good as Linda or Matthew. Basically not the best, but still a comfortable third ahead of scooby doo and jackass jones. 

As for the rest of the cast, Rowan Attkinson i’ve covered and is utterly fantastic as is the Voodoo Maestro, and both should get hteir own hbo max spinoff together. The minons.. stupid name and luchadoor are decent enough, nothign special but they have presence and do the job of goon well. And Mary Jane is alright.. the joke is WAY too on the nose to be funny and she’s mostly just there to be sweet, but she’s harmless. Not good but not bad.  So finally we have our big bad, Scrappy. And i’m.. mixed about this. On one hand, Scott Innes, who it turns out is also from Missouri good on you dude!, does a terrific job and I couldn’t tell it wasn’t don messick as Scrappy and he plays him as evil great. On the other.. it’s just kinda goofy. Out of all the tips of hte hat to scooby stuff this feels the most over the top. Scrappy was hated, including by james gunn.. so he’s the bad guy. It’s just a bit on the nose, and the twist is pretty easily teligraphed since Scrappy suspciously is mentioned in one scene so him showing up at all is pretty easy to see coming. It’s not terible but it’s not great. His demon minons also just suck.. the designs are wonky and their cgi, unlike scooby and scrappy’s, is just REALLY bad and dated, and even as a kid I never liked them. 

FINAL THOUGHTS:  Scooby Doo is a decent but messy movie. The clashing tones, dated humor and godawful version of fred drag it down at times, and it’s very clear this had a lot of hands in the pot. But.. I still enjoy it. It’s not the best scooby ever, tha’ts mystery incorpeated, but it has great atmosphere, some good ideas, an utterly spectacular with one exception cast, and some really funny jokes. I genuinely feel the film is overhated when it’s a unique, weird and wonderful slice of Scooby. For better or worse there’s no other Scooby doo property quite like it, and that’s what makes it so fun. And it has enough good performances and jokes to smooth out the edges. It’s not the best, it’s a mess.. but sometimes a mess is fun and I like this flim for being a fun mess I can enjoy with my nieces and talk about to all of you. And sometimes that’s all you need.  Thank you for reading this. If you like this you can comission your own review: 5 bucks for a tv episode, 15 for a movie, 10 for an hour long special, and 5 dollars off when you order more than one episode of a show at a time. Just send me a direct message or ask on here and we’ll get started. Until then you can check out my backlog of reviews, check this space every monday for ducktales reviews, and VOTE DAMMIT VOTE. Until we meet again it’s been a pleasure. Play us out Atomic Fireballs, it’s been a wonderful halloween. 

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The Nanny Affair

The Vacation Of A Lifetime. Part 1.

Author’s Note: This fanfic right here is based off of the preview for Chapter 14. This will be three parts. First is what happens before they get to Italy. And the second and third parts will be what happens once they land. Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Song and Story inspiration: I Feel It Coming-The Weeknd.

***Rated: Mature 18+. Contains sexual content and strong language. You know? The usual from me. 😁

***Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters.

***Characters: Sam Dalton (LI) and Krystal Parker (MC)

***All Characters and names (except MC) are property of Pixelberry.

***Trigger Warning: Aviophobia aka a fear of flying. Read at your own discretion.***

Current Word Count: 1,732 words. Personal victory for me! I normally do over 2,000 words. 😁👏🏾🙌🏾💃🏾

Krystal stood there in the kitchen frozen in place. She couldn’t believe what she just heard Sam say.

“Krystal, you okay there?”, he asked her.

“Yeah…I think so. Did you just say that we’re going to Italy?”, she asked.

“Yeah. That’s exactly what I said.”, he replied.

“Uh huh! That’s what I thought you said. So, why are you turning your business trip to Italy into a family trip to Italy again? Because that part I missed.”, she said to him.

“You missed it because; I haven’t explained that part yet. Like I said before; you were right about me being a coward. I was just too stubborn to admit it. Not out loud. Not to you. And certainly not to myself. But being called on it; was enough for me to realize that I need you. I need you near me. I can’t even function properly, without you. And besides; I was kidding myself. I can’t leave my kids behind for 2 months. Business trip to Italy or no business to Italy; I can’t leave my boys. So, get packed because we’re going to Italy. We leave in 2 hours.”, he explained.

“Okay. I’ll go get packed…I’m going to Italy. Wow!”, she replied in a slightly nervous tone.

“I thought you’d be a lot more excited than this.”, he told her.

“No I am. I’m very excited to go. I’m just not exactly excited about flying to get there.”, she says to him.

“If you’re worried about flying with Sofia then; you can stop worrying. She’s flying in with her dad and brother.”, he told her.

“No it’s not that. It has nothing to do with Sofia. I’m not excited about flying because I have a not so small fear of flying?”, she says to him.

“You have Aviophobia?”, he asked. She nodded in response.

“Krystal. You know I would never let anything happen to you, right?”, he asked her.

“I-I know…I…it’s just that…I-I don’t like not being on solid ground. And being 50,000 feet in the air is my biggest nightmare. I know that I should’ve told you sooner but; I didn’t think it mattered because, we weren’t flying anywhere.”, she answered.

That’s when he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She all but melted into a puddle of nothing, in his arms.

“Look at me. Nothing will happen to you, I swear. I won’t let anything happen to you. You don’t have to be afraid. I’m here. I’ll be there with you. Me and the boys. We’ll be there. You don’t have to be afraid.”, he said to her as he rubbed her back. He wanted to calm her fear. “I will never let anything hurt you.”

She felt safe in his arms. She felt home in his arms. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay. Thank you.”, she told him. He kissed her forehead and said to her, “I know you will be. Go, get packed. I’ll get the boys ready.”

2 hours later they were at Dulles Airport; walking to the Dalton Enterprises private jet. As they got closer to the plane; her fear started to take over. Sam took notice at her growing fear so; he decided to introduce her to the flight crew.

“Krystal; I’d like to introduce you to Frank Walton and David Young. They’re the pilots. And this is Wesley Caine, Andrea Baker, Dina Campbell and Xavier Trent. They’re the flight attendants. They will make sure that we will be completely safe.”, he explained to her; in hopes that it quell her growing fear.

“Everyone; this is Krystal Parker. She has a slight fear of flying; and wanted to assure her that she’s in VERY capable hands.”, he said as he introduced her to them.

“Krystal! You’re afraid to fly?”, Mickey asked.

“Yes, I am.”, she answered.

“So that’s why dad had us bring our airplane buddies!”, Mason said as he snuggled his airplane plushie.

“You two are my airplane buddies.”, she told them with a smile.

“Ms. Parker; I can most certainly assure you that are and will be safe. We will make sure of that.”, Frank said with a warm smile.

“Shall we Mr. Dalton?”, he asked Sam. Once Sam nodded they boarded the plane. And soon; they flying over the Atlantic towards Naples.

Krystal was fine as long as she didn’t look out of a window and controlled her breathing. So, to do that she focused on the boys; who were at the time watching Disney+ on their iPads. And although he was on a work call in the back; Sam still made sure to check on her and that she was comfortable. He wanted her and the boys to be comfortable.

After the boys fell asleep in their bunks; Sam went to check on her.

“How are you feeling?”, he asked her.

“Honestly, I’m struggling. It was fine at first because I had the boys to focus on; but now that they’re sleep, I-I-I’m back to being terrified. My anxiety is screaming and it’s getting harder to control my shaking”, she admitted to him.

“Come with me.”, he told her as took her hand. She followed him to his cabin in the back. He walked slowly with her so she wouldn’t be too afraid. As soon as the door closed; she collapsed into his arms.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Shhhhh…it’s okay. I’m here. I got you. You’re safe.”, he whispered in her ear. He rocked her as she trembled and cried. “I know you’re scared Krystal. But; I promise you that you’re doing so good. I promise you that it’ll all be over soon.”

“I know I shouldn’t be scared; but I can’t…I can’t…I can’t help it. It’s an irrational and irrelevant fear I know but—“, she started to say through tears; before he interjected, “nothing about your fear is irrelevant nor irrational. You know that. I would never criticize you for being scared.”

She was able to start calming herself down; because of him. His strength. His warmth. Feeling his arms around her. Feeling him rub her back. All of this is what eventually calmed her down.

“Here sit down.”, he told her as they both sat down on the edge of the bed. She clung to him tightly. “Thank you for helping me. You didn’t have to do any of this for me.”

“Don’t say that. Of course I had to. I didn’t want you to feel like I don’t care. I might’ve been a little busy but; that doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about you.”, he said to her.

“What else can I do to make you feel better?”, he asked her.

After thinking about it for a few seconds; she told him, “Sam you’ve already done enough for me; but if you want to do one more thing, you can do this.”

She brought his lips to hers for a very searing kiss. He wrapped his right arm around her waist; while tangling his left hand in her hair, pulling her close. He wanted her; just as badly as she wanted him.

“I need you. Right here, right now!”, he told her in low growl.

“Take me…”, she begged him.

That was all he needed to hear before; pulling her into his lap. Soon; their clothes were in a lazy pile and they were higher up on the bed. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other.

“God, you are the most beautiful woman in the world.”, he told her; before kissing his way down her jawline, her neck and stopping at her breasts. In between pleasing her breasts; he asks her, “what do you want Krystal? Tell me and it’s yours. I am yours.”

“I need to feel you inside me! I want you inside me!”, she tells him. Hearing the desperation in her voice; sent chills down his spine.

“Your wish is my command…”, he told her; before devouring her mouth again. He lined himself up with her sweet spot, wrapped her legs around his waist and with a thrust of his hips plunged inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered into his shoulder, as he took her.

“God damn you feel so good! So damn good!”, he said as he relentlessly pounded her. Every sound she made was like a shot of adrenaline to him. Every time he kissed her; he sent shockwaves running through her. Pulses radiated throughout her body every time he touched her.

“Yesssssssssss Sam! Take! Me! Just like that! Yes! Just! Like! That!”, she cried out; while clawing at his back. The pain from her nails digging in his skin; intensified his stroke.

“Yeah that’s a good girl! Tell me that dick feels good! Tell me that you want this!”, he growled in her ear. As if on cue she replied, “give it to me! Fuck yesssssssssss! Give it to me! It feels so good! You feel so good! Don’t you stop! Don’t ever stop!”

She was steadily unraveling. And she was getting dangerously close to her climax; and so was he. He was giving her exactly what she needed from him.

“Sam! I’m so close! Ohhhhhhhh God! I’m about to…”, she told him as she struggled to hang on. Her orgasm was right at its peak.

“That’s it kitten! Cum for me! There you go! Let it out! Let it all out!”, he encouraged her. And with that she gave in; and let her orgasm take ahold of her. Her body shook and her eyes rolled back as she rode the ginormous internal wave of pleasure.

And Sam was not too far behind her.

“Shit! I’m about to…fuck! It’s here baby! And it’s all for you!”, he said through gritted teeth. With last thrust of his hips and a deep guttural groan; he let go. His body went rigid as he emptied himself into her. Once he was done; they were both exhausted and satisfied. He laid down next to her and held her close. She laid in his arms shivering because of the aftershocks.

“Are you alright?”, he managed to ask her.

“Yes. I’m fine. Well as fine as I can be. Thanks to you.”, she replied; her voice barely above a whisper.

“Good. You should get some rest. We’ll be landing in Napoli soon.”, he told her. With a sweet goodnight kiss; she was soon fast asleep in his arms.

@lucy-268 @txemrn @choicesficwriterscreations

Stay tuned for Part 2!

😘

K.

[dudeandduchess]

Rating/Genre: NSFW, Modern AU Characters: Rengoku Shinjurō x F!Reader, Mentions of Sanemi x F!Reader Chapters: 2/10 Summary: Shinjurō and (Y/n) are in a D/s arrangement, but he wants more so he tries to lay the world at her feet in the hopes that she would say yes to being his. Unfortunately, (Y/n) shoots him down every time, since she’s not swayed by his money or influence.But Shinjurō is more determined than ever to keep her, so he will stop at nothing to keep her for himself. Warnings: Smut, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, D/s Themes, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Unsolicited (but not unwanted) Dick Pic

NOTE: Thank you so much for all the feedback, bbys! I honestly didn’t expect this to get the attention that it’s gotten so far. LIke, omg. I’m so happy. And just... thank you! 💜✨

***

(Y/n) raced through the dark streets, revving up her car’s engine as she overtook two cars on the highway. Normally, she would be much more careful because she didn’t want to get caught for speeding, but she wanted to get back to her house and change as soon as humanly possible.

If it meant seeing Shinjurō sooner, then she would risk it and break a few speeding laws. After all, it wasn’t something that her PR team couldn’t sweep under the rug.

She shifted gears the moment she passed the two other cars, going up to the sixth gear to increase her speed— effectively leaving her non-competitors behind in the dust. And in no time at all, they were nothing but a speck in her rearview mirror.

Had her lover seen that little stunt, however, she was sure that the self-satisfied smirk on her face wouldn’t even dare to show itself. He would most likely punish her for being so reckless, even though she was more than capable of handling herself; though, she didn’t really mind his punishments.

From its magnetic holder on the dashboard, her phone lit up with a notification which read:

My cock’s so hard, baby.

She almost swerved right into a barrier when she read it, because it had her feeling all sorts of horny— enough to make her mind focus on nothing but Shinjurō’s dick for a brief second.

And, to make matters worse— or better— her phone pinged once more with a preview of an image that made her mouth go dry. Immediately, her index finger swiped the message open and typed in her passcode.

“Fuck me,” (Y/n) muttered under her breath, while her gaze flickered between the picture of Shinjurō’s cock on her phone, to the road ahead of her.

The head was already leaking precum, while his hand gripped the base of his erection to show her that he was already getting started without her. The vein that ran along his length was so pronounced as well— making her lick her lips subconsciously. She wanted nothing more than to have that inside her— either in her mouth or her pussy, or even her ass; she didn’t really mind as long as Shinjurō fucked her.

At that thought, she shook her head and focused on the road instead of her own lust. It was difficult, since her eyes always strayed over to the picture on her phone— but she locked the device to help her focus on her main task of getting home in one piece.

After a few more minutes, and haphazard drifting around sharp corners, (Y/n) finally made it to her sizeable home in the middle of Azabu.

To say that she was impatient as she waited for a housekeeper to open the gates for her was an understatement. Her fingers drummed against the steering wheel incessantly, while her eyes stayed on the dormant phone on her dashboard.

Her hands itched to reach out and reply to her lover, but she didn’t want to frustrate herself even more. Because to feed in to his teasing was to fuel her own desires, and she didn’t need herself feeling so overly horny while making the half hour drive to their home.

(Y/n) hit the horn twice once more, before sighing huffily and turning off the lights as well as the engine. She got her purse from the passenger seat, then threw her phone in it, before exiting the car and locking it behind her.

She looked up at the tall gate in front of her, then at the ode to modern Japanese architecture that was her house— before sighing once more. If she were to be honest, she preferred the warmer aura that hers and Shinjurō’s home radiated, as opposed to the cold and foreboding atmosphere that the house in front of her exuded.

If she could live in Saitama permanently with the Rengoku Group’s Chairman himself— without being judged for it— then she would have done so in a heartbeat.

But that was nothing but a pipe dream. She wasn���t deluded enough to think that he wouldn’t eventually get tired of her.

Her heels clacked against the pavement, as she walked up to the smaller side gate and pressed the doorbell incessantly. After waiting for almost a minute, she was close to bursting with irritation that she wanted to yell and throw a tantrum, but she held herself back as one of her housekeepers answered.

“Oh my, (Y/n)-sama,” The older woman gasped out; her words colored with fear as she saw the dark look on her mistress’ features. “The young miss is here. Hurry.”

No matter how hard she tried to keep herself from doing so, she still found herself glaring at the older woman. Normally, she was nice and extremely considerate of her housekeepers and other employees, but one thing she hated was being kept waiting.

“Just let me in,” The (L/n) heiress growled out, before adding, “Please.”

The moment that she heard the lock on the gate unlatch itself, she marched through and closed it behind her— unmindful of the barrage of people headed towards her with panic clearly displayed on their features.

She wanted to be mad, as they weren’t alert enough to have heard her blaring her horn in such a quiet area but— at the same time— she wasn’t so stuck up in her ass that she didn’t think that they had nothing else to do other than wait around for her. Partly, it was her fault for not telling anyone that she was already on her way back.

But it wasn’t the time for that discussion at that moment. So, she pressed her car keys into hands the first person to reach her, before saying, “Please take the car inside and put it in the garage. And also, please get the white Civic ready.”

***

After changing into less flashy clothes— which consisted of a plain sundress and sandals— she immediately set off towards Saitama, with just one short text to Shinjurō:

I’ll be home soon, daddy.😘

And she was. In her haste to see him, she cut her travel time by ten minutes. However, she didn’t even bother to stow the car in the garage— as it was seemingly plain for the purpose of not arousing suspicion.

Instead, she left it out in the driveway; out in plain view next to Shinjurō’s grey 2019 Mazda 6. She was confident enough to park it out there, even though their home didn’t have an actual gate, but merely had high concrete fences to ward people off their property.

Almost the entirety of Japan knew that she drove a Porsche Panamera— and had owned much flashier cars before that— which stood to reason that no one would think that she would drive a seemingly-plain 2018 Honda Civic.

It wasn’t part of her plan to get it at first, but when Shinjurō had pointed out how her car was going to be easily recognizable, she immediately made an investment— by using one of her housekeepers to purchase the car under their name.

The plan wasn’t entirely foolproof, as it could still be traced back to her if the media tried hard enough, but it was the best solution that they could come up with— so that (Y/n) wouldn’t have to rely on a driver or anyone else to drop her off.

(Y/n)’s fingers fiddled with the key fob in her right hand— more in restless anticipation than anything else— before locking the car behind her.

She then fished for the keys to the front door inside her bag and quickly entered the house. No time was wasted after that, as she locked the door behind her and immediately stripped herself of her clothing.

“I’m home!” Her voice rang out in the seemingly empty home, as she placed her purse on the table right by the front door.

Shamelessly, (Y/n) flung her dress to the floor, before unhooking her bra clasp and throwing the lacy material at her feet as well. She would have to pick those up in the morning— but she couldn’t care less about those now.

All the while, her feet brought her closer and closer to hers and Shinjurō’s bedroom on the second floor, and she could feel her anticipation building up inside her. Because, after almost two weeks without seeing each other, she was going to finally be with him again.

With only her panties on— the very ones that her lover claimed were his favorite— the young woman entered their bedroom.

Shinjurō’s cock was still so hard even though almost an hour had passed since he’d sent the dick pic, since he merely kept stroking it to keep it ready for his baby.

Slowly, a smirk lifted the corners of his lips, and he crooked his right hand’s index finger at her. “Come here, baby.”

Nothing and no one could have kept (Y/n) from following her lover’s orders, even if they tried.

She practically skipped over to where he was on the bed, before moving to straddle his hips. “Hi, Daddy.”

Slowly, the older man’s hands made their way into her hair— tangling in the soft strands before tugging gently. He then pulled her down for a chaste kiss. “Did you miss me?”

“I did, Daddy. So much.” (Y/n) nodded, and leaned down once more to taste his lips a second time.

“Were you a good little slut for me? Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

“I didn’t. I promise. I was a good little slut for you.” She purred, before nipping at her lover’s lips. Her heart was racing so uncontrollably in her chest with just a kiss from him, and that was one of the things that she loved the most about being with him— simply being near him sent her heart out of control, in a way that Sanemi never could.

“Really now?” Shinjurō chuckled, as a self-satisfied grin made its way onto his lips. “Turn around and show Daddy that tight cunt.”

Instantaneously, (Y/n) got off of her lover’s hips, before getting down on all fours near the end of the bed. And she almost mewled when she felt Shinjurō’s warm hands squeeze the globes of her ass, before taking her panties by the sides and pulling them down to her knees.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet already. Such a filthy fucking slut.” The older man growled, before bringing a hand down and landing a spank on one of her ass cheeks.

The action made (Y/n) gasp in surprise, before devolving into quiet whimpers when her lover began landing hit after hit on each of her cheeks. Every sufficient slap had her gripping the sheets tighter, as her toes curled in pleasure.

She’d mentally counted up to ten, when she felt his warm breath fanning across her slit. “I’ve missed this pretty little cunt.”

And with that, Shinjurō licked a stripe up her folds, teasing her entrance with the tip of his tongue before moving down to take her clit into his mouth. He gently nipped at the tiny nub, playing it perfectly with his teeth, while his tongue flicked it back and forth.

(Y/n)’s moans were so sinful and loud, as the room was soundproofed specifically because Shinjurō loved to hear the noises she made while being pleasured.

“Please, Daddy! I’m so close,” She pleaded desperately, as Shinjurō didn’t let up on his assault on her pussy. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, while her hands pulled at the sheets beneath her, so he decided to have mercy on her and let her cum.

After all, he loved his baby too much to let her suffer any longer.

His fingers joined in the foray; with his index and middle finger sliding inside her tight cunt and making scissoring motions to prepare her for his cock. However, it was when he curled them and began pumping his hand that she let out the loudest moan he’d heard from her.

Apparently, being subjected to almost two weeks without any sexual relief had taken its toll on her.

“That’s it, baby. Tell Daddy how much you want it, and then I’ll give you my cock,” Shinjurō muttered gruffly, as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her. “You want that, don’t you? To take Daddy’s dick like the cockslut that you are.”

“Yes, Daddy! I want you to feel your cock inside me. Please fill me up with your cum. Please!” (Y/n) cried, almost desperate as her last plea came out like a sob from her lips.

And in turn, Shinjurō relented and pulled his fingers out of her— lifting them up to his lips and sucking them clean— before gripping his cock with one hand, while the other held her left hip. Then slowly, he pushed the head of his dick inside her; which earned a relieved moan from his younger lover.

“Thank you, Daddy,” She murmured through blissed out sighs. “Thank you. Fuck-”

The last exclamation had been gasped out, as he pushed his cock all the way in and hit the entrance of her womb in that one move. And slowly, he pulled his dick back out— letting the head drag along her tight walls— before thrusting back in, and slowly establishing a rough and borderline punishing pace.

Every thrust had her ass jiggling so beautifully, that Shinjurō couldn’t resist not landing a few more smacks to the already-red cheeks.

(Y/n) was close to delirious with pleasure, as her lover worked her expertly. Both hands were once again on either side of her hips, as he practically slammed himself inside her. Her arms shook with the strain of being fucked so roughly until, eventually, they gave in.

It left her with her cheek pressed against the mattress, but she couldn’t care less if her makeup got ruined. She would rather have had it ruined through sex than through anything else, really.

And when she thought things couldn’t get any better, Shinjurō leaned down over her and pressed his lips against her shoulder. He then trailed kisses up to the crook of her neck, which highly contradicted the brutal pace that he was fucking her in, before biting down on her sensitive skin.

It wasn’t a hard bite, but it was enough to have her eyes rolling to the back of her head— as her neck was one of the most sensitive areas on her body.

“Fuck, baby. I’m going to fill you up with so much cum that you get pregnant,” The older man muttered gruffly against her skin, then trailed his lips up to her ear before biting down on the shell of it. “You want that don’t you? To get pregnant with my child, so that we can stop fucking hiding.”

The last bit shook (Y/n) out of her sex-induced reverie, but she could only gasp as her lover readjusted the angle of his hips so that he was brushing against all of the right spots inside her with every drag of his cock along her walls.

She couldn’t deny that she wanted that— badly— but she also knew that it wasn’t the wisest choice for both of them. Being together publicly would cause so much controversy; and that would spell disaster for both of their careers.

Still, she didn’t have the heart to tell him no— at least, not while she was getting fucked within an inch of her life.

Once more, a hazy cloud of lust fogged up her brain, and she found herself moaning so wantonly as Shinjurō kept fucking her. Every thrust brought her closer to her own orgasm, until the tight coil in her abdomen felt like it had snapped.

Her pussy clamped down on his cock, while her walls pulsed around him while her orgasm coursed through her— as if trying to milk all the cum out of him. Still, through that, Shinjurō kept moving his hips as he tasted his own release on the tip of his tongue.

The hands on either side of (Y/n) balled themselves up into fists, while the man above her pushed his hips flush against her ass— if only to press the head of his cock right against her womb as he painted her walls with his cum.

Completely breathless and nowhere near sated, Shinjurō leaned down once more and pressed his lips to the back of (Y/n)’s neck. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

Masterlist

[grlfriends]

revolutionary girl utena review

ep 1-5

the plot is actually kinda different from what I thought ?? in my mind the plot was: utena was a girl in a princess school who each and every princess would be "conquered" (for a lack of better words rn) in a ceremonial duel by a prince who fancied them, maybe she didnt wanna wanna marry anyone or she liked Anthy already but anyway in my mind utena showed up in the ceremony with duel clothing and then, in a very brave tm like-scene, she would openly declare she refused to be conquered by anyone and tbh I'm not even sure how Anthy would come into the plot... but back into what actually happened in the episodes everything so far is very introductory and just showing what mechanics will be explored further down the line I think?? the op is really good too

also every boy so far reminds me so much of knights of the zodiac?? maybe it's just the design I guess...) and nanami can get these hands, jealousy is a disease and she's the sickest person on earth for all I know

dont ask me why bit I just feel like room of mirrors - gfriend has a very well fitting vibe for it but I'm not exactly sure why hm.... 🤔🤔

ep 6-12

ok so why does this school just have random animals around 😐 I could understand the horse but a bull and a kangaroo?? what ...

touga just says the most random dramatic things and then just casually says anyone who believes in friendship is a fool ?? the guy wouldnt last a day in the naruto universe tbh, he kinda irks me in some way but I'm not sure why so I'll live with this strange feeling for a while I guess

↳ okay so watching ep 10 made me especially kinda creeped out, I know I've watched only 10 eps so far but like can he fall downstairs and break a neck or something already ...

also haha what if I watched that bet on it fmv and gave myself a bunch of spoilers would that be funny or what 😍 this is why i cant have nice things yall.... hope my memory goes to shit when sleep so I dont remember about it this week while I finish it

I feel like the main thing on the episodes are parallels, one way or another I always feel like they're setting up parallels and giving me clues for a bigger picture and a deeper plot arc that is still to come and the bet on it fmv just made this impression stronger, also I wanna say it's done in a good way, one that is both mysterious (??) and "honey you've got a big storm coming" at the same time 🤔🤔 much to think about honestly

↳ just saw ep 11 and even though I already knew this was coming sooner or later it still felt like crap seeing utena lose to dick head, at the end of the episode when he says anthy was always just reflecting utena's own wishes for himemiya (in another way bc I dont remenber the exact words) it felt like 😐 bc yes I knew that (the way she was working her thoughts was simply a copy and paste of what utena was saying) at all time I kept those essays about anthy in my head, I dont think theyll be truly relatable to what I'm seeing rn but yeah anthy rights (even though I know you betray/cheat on utena down the line bc of the bet on it fmv but I'm sure you had your own motivation)

↳ saw ep 12 bc I just couldnt handle being in a cliffhanger and yeah it happened what I absolutely thought it would lmao not that it was that difficult to foresee but yeah, I kinda liked how utena did it for her instead of being like "oh I wanna save anthy from touga" and treating her like a damsel in distress (I know that's kinda her position as the rose bride for what I've been told so far and that this is a subject spoken about in many many essays on tumblr but yeah) bc so far she's been treated as a trophy and a way to get something else, for the green haired guy it was a way to see something eternal, for miki it was a way to hold on into his "shining thing" and for touga it seems (so far) like a way to manipulate (just like he does with nanami) and just mark his position as above everyone else as he seems to view himself?? man I might be saying random stuff rn but it kinda does makes sense in my mind with the information I've had to this point

ep 13-25

honestly 😐😐 through 9 whole episodes I felt like they were trying to make the side characters deeper and show their hidden face and motivations but it felt so shallow...... not even actually shallow, just not deep enough that it would make me care about these characters and the fact there was no actual build to showing us why we're getting to know these characters backgrounds was just kinda meh too, didnt really help that all episodes had all the same formula and the same timing just for the developers made in those episodes be forgotten at the end and also just that pink haired guy could be like "ah failure again", it felt like watching the same episode over and over again, it was really tiring and like?? girl help I do not care about these characters at all, I feel like it could have been done well (like the keiko ep in comparison to the furuba chapter that deals with the yuki appreciation (??) club president graduating.... the way this ep was done and setup didn't really bring me any emotions) overall not to my taste and tbh I feel like I could have skipped all those episodes except for maybe the miki and juri one so 😑

all nanami focused episodes are the worst so far, she's so boring and I cant stand now annoying she is, the diary episode?? the cow episode?? the episode when tsuwabiki fuels with utena?? honestly I know they're trying to show me a better and different side of her but it just doesnt!! work!! bc i feel no sympathy for her, my biggest wish rn is her and touga just disappearing and no more filler episodes🗣🗣

I thought akio was utena's prince?? but apparently he's just anthy's brother and like.. I'm do done with his little talks with utena and yadda yadda, I just wanna see their duel is that too much to ask I'm dying over here (if this lenga lenga continues until ep 25 i will be so mad bc why were so many episodes wasted on such boring and and not necessary side characters backstories?? idc about them at all man aaaaaaaaaa)

↳ ep 25 was good finally we got what we deserve boys 😭😭😭😭😭 can utena just beat up akio already I'm tired of his ass, he exhales both "I'm a feminist I even take women studies classes #herstory" and "if she breathes she's a thot" energy also he has 0 style that mullet is simply horrible I bet there's a hairstylist community who considers him a criminal bc like 😐 it is simply so bad (q bit less when it's tied up but when it's all lose jesus Christ)

also touga thinks he's suuuuch a genius, sooo smart like king, I do not care about you at all can you shut the fuck up please and can we tall about the pink haired guy episode?? wack. honestly thought it would be more emotional or something, I binge watched 12 episodes with his ugly haircut face and did not even feel a thing he can choke I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ANTHY TAKING A SWORD OUT OF UTENA'S CHEST??? OSCAR WORTHY KINGS❗❗❗and then her lame ass brother being like "oh ho ho idk idk" shut up no one cares no one cares I swear to you no one cares shut uuuuup

ep 25-39

first of all, ep 25 was good but kinda reminded me of the nine episodes (13 until 21) where absolutely nothing interesting happened so I hope I'm wrong also can I just say just seeing the preview of the next episode made me roll my eyes so bad I almsot saw my brain?? bc yeah I'm fucking tired of nanami fosuced episodes she's so annoying oh my god nobody cares about a goddamn egg and much less one coming from her let her die or something pls she's so annoying there's nothing I've learned about her that was not against my own will I'm basically rotting over here 🤒

↳ ep 30 has me thinking Akio has a foot fetish or something 😐 bruh leave utena aloooooone I already know your plans and schemes you're not fooling anyone that's embarrassing for u and also... utena you're not very bright are you.... you start seeing every duelist you face with the same exact car and then when you see akio has the same car you didnt even stop to think about it that 1+1 equals 2 ... girl help yourself 😐

↳ yet again another nanami focused ep 😐😐😐😐😐 even though I do understand her better now I still don't find her particularly enjoyable to watch, call me a woman hater but like. idk she's still a bit annoying to me (but touga is straight up evil and is manipulating her so I feel bad for feeling like that tho.....)

↳ ok last 2 eps to go but listen. I thought the akio duel would have happened much sooner, maybe on ep 33 max but well didn't this age well lmao ngl, it did seem a bit too slow paced for my personal taste but also I feel like there's a certain level of drama that comes with slowing the pace down....

↳ aaaaaa yall I'm kinda 😢😭 over the ending omg........... even though it took the best of me to keep going in some parts I still enjoyed the ending aaaaa I thought i wouldnt really like it bc I just usually dont enjoy this type of ending but stil 😢😢😢😢 wait for me utena 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 girl I cried and then anthy walking in the end god utena and anthy holding hands 😭😭😭😭 akio can suck my dick

there's obviously many things I've missed or that I kinda didnt really pay attendance to so please dont take this serious, I was just writing as I watched the episodes so it's more like a thought compilation than anything, still I can see why there's many essays written about it and why it is held as a masterpiece by so many people

[sassy-pelican]

Soulmate AU: Sebastian Stan

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x plus-size-fem!Reader (based off self, explanation in the author’s note) Premise: On your twenty-first birthday, or the twenty-first birthday of your soulmate, you inhabit their body for twenty-four hours. The reader/you wake(s) up as Sebastian Stan. Warning: Fluff, humor, language, implied 18+/NSFW. I don’t know.

A/N: I am basing the reader off of myself. I know that means some physical characteristics are going to be different than actual readers, but I kind of wanted to use the oddity that is my body as a base because of the challenges it might cause for a person that has been a man for their entire life. In no way am I trying to alienate any readers. Also, for the intent of this AU, the reader is going to be bisexual; if that will bother anyone, please don’t read it. Sebastian will also have 20/20 vision, something I am unsure about. If anyone would like to rewrite this to be more inclusive, they may do so, only if they/you have a link to my original post. This has not been edited. Please enjoy. 

Your POV

Finally, less than a day left until you figure out who your soulmate is. Fuck, I hope it isn’t some creepy person. You think to yourself, hoping with everything in that the man or woman’s body you will be in for a whole twenty-four hours isn’t some pervert. You look down, and suddenly begin to feel a but sorry for the person who has to be you for a day.

You aren’t exactly skinny, and while you have made your peace with that, and have realized that without a little extra weight, you would be too top-heavy to have a functioning back, someone else might not. Your thighs touch, your arms are far too long, and all your height is in your legs, which equates to you looking like a newborn deer trying to walk most of the time.

What if they are younger than you and nothing happens? What is they are older and are mad that it didn’t happen sooner? Fuck. Your mind is racing, going through every possible scenario, trying to find an easy explanation. Slowly, you feel yourself begin to panic. Stop! No, we are not going to do this today [Y/N]! No panicking!

Somehow, you yelling at yourself mentally helps. It always seems to anyway. Shit, you should probably clean a little. If this soulmate of yours is going to be you, they are going to see your house, and your bedroom. You look at your bedroom. It is a mess. Clothes everywhere, blankets and pillows everywhere, nothing is clean. You even have your old princess blanket on your bed at the moment. Well that’s kind of embarrassing. Maybe you should change that.

Three hours later, almost everything that was covering your bedroom floor, is now covering your laundry room floor. Still a mess, but not in the first place he or she will see. You hesitate to change the blanket though. It is big and warm and soft; all things that help you sleep, and tonight you might need all the help you can get. Oh, fuck it. It’s staying.

The Next Morning

Peeling your eyes open, you are met with a room very different from your own. It looks like a hotel, and a nice one at that. You also realize that you don’t have boobs but do have a dick. Well, I guess I am a man. You laugh, a lower octave than you are used to, it actually shocks you before you realize, yet again that you are not you. Looking down at yourself, you notice a nice set of abs, which both pleases and alarms you. What if this guy is a fitness nut and expects me to be one too? No, no panicking. Not today. Maybe you should call yourself, see how the person who has your body is doing.

Silently picking up their phone, you realize that is has a passcode, one you don’t know. Well fuck. Sighing, you get up, ready to see who you are, not that you are likely to know who you are, but just maybe, maybe you have met this man before. As you reach the mirror, it hits you. Like a wall of bricks. “Fuck!”

Sebastian’s POV

This isn’t my hotel. What the hell, is that? Reaching up, I grab boobs. “What the fuck?” Confused, I sit up, and see a … a princess blanket? Okay this is getting weird. And Ariel is far too tan. At least the bed is comfy. Brows scrunched in confusion, I slide off of the bed, and walk around the house for a while, noticing very little. Not with my mind still racing at waking up with boobs. And not small ones at that.

Who is this girl? Where is this girl? I hear something. It almost sounds like feet, but not feet. Oh shit, does this girl have a kid? I walk around the corner, and see a dog coming to greet this woman. Thank the universe, I don’t know how well that would have went over. “Who are you?” I ask, not sure why, it isn’t like the dog can answer me.

I continue walking around and spot a note on the kitchen counter. At least there is something. I wasn’t prepared, the poor girl doesn’t have anything to guide her through me. My eyes widen. Fuck. This person is going to wake up as me! Pull yourself together Seb, this isn’t the end of the world. I look at the note.

‘Hello, my name is [Y/F/N] [Y/L/N] and if you are reading this you must be my soulmate. I’m sorry in advance. Please feed Mae a cup of dog food, it is in the big bucket in the pantry, with the cup in said bucket, after you eat dinner. No specific time, but she expects to be fed after you, well me. Anyway … I don’t have plans today, and told everyone to leave me alone, so you don’t have to worry about interacting with total strangers. I have a reminder on my phone to take meds at nine p.m., please don’t ignore it. There is a little plastic container with the bottles and stuff next to my bed with everything you need there. The passcode is [your passcode]. The neighbors can be really noisy, saying anything causes them to get louder so just deal with it the best that you can. Feel free to look through any of my books, I personally recommend Sarah J Maas, or the box set of Harry Potter. Don’t have too much fun. I have to live with whatever you do. ~ [Y/N]’

She sounds nice. Maybe I can make this work. Although, I am still in shock that boobs cause this much discomfort and are this heavy. I wonder what size bra she wears. No. Snooping would be rude, and I, Sebastian Stan am not a rude creeper. At least not yet.

Your POV

You are Sebastian Stan. A celebrity. Of all the possibilities you prepared for, this wasn’t one of them. It never occurred to you that he hadn’t met his soulmate yet. You always just thought that he had met her, and they couldn’t make it work or he kept her behind camera or something. Not that you are complaining, but this wasn’t something you had prepared for.

His phone dings. You read the preview. ‘My pass code is 6548.’ You smile, thankful that he saw your note and thought to reciprocate.

The knock on the door is echoing through your head. Sighing, you get up and do what Sebastian said. You let him in. Chris Evans. Great. You have to talk to one of your celebrity crushes, through your soulmates body, while not freaking out, about being in your soulmates body.

“We have a situation.” You say before Chris can even open his mouth.

“Okay?” He asks, hesitant.

“I am kind of not Sebastian. We have been texting and he told me to tell you what was going on.” You elaborate.

Chris smiles. “Fucking finally!” He practically yells, while doing a little happy dance.

“Um … thanks?”

“Sorry. I am just excited. Anthony is the only one out of the three of us, that has found his.” He stops. “Oh! Text him that I expect an equally enthusiastic response when I find mine.”

“I will. Later. But right now, you need to help me. Does he have anything planned publicly? He didn’t say.”

“Not that I am aware of, but you might want to ask him just to be sure. Oh, I forgot to ask, who are you?” Chris asks.

“I’m [Y/N], apparently I am Sebastian’s soulmate.” You answer.

“Is he in for a body shock? You don’t have to tell me anything specific.”

“Yes. Yes, he is. Already commented on it actually.” You reply, a smile on your face.

“Nothing bad I hope.” He eyes me, well Sebastian, warily.

“No, at least it wasn’t anything that I haven’t thought about everyday since I was twelve.” You elaborate.

“Please continue.”

“Boobs, Chris. I am talking about boobs.” You deadpan. He blushes a little.

“Right. Um, well, wish him luck for me?” You laugh at his embarrassment. The camaraderie between you two coming easier than you thought. Maybe it has to do with Sebastian already being friends with him?

“So, [Y/N], would you like to hear some embarrassing stories about your beloved Seb?”

Sebastian’s POV

It has been hours. She should have texted me again by now. What the fuck Seb? You don’t even know this girl and you are already clingy. I sigh, patting Mae’s head. The two of us have gotten off to a good start. Although I think it had a lot to do with the fact that I don’t think she realizes I am not [Y/N].

I have also discovered that she was right about her neighbors. They are loud. I followed her advice to not confront them, although, it took all of my restraint to do so. I also figured out that she is a lot stronger than she looks. I almost yanked the fucking door to the refrigerator off because I pulled so hard. All my, or her limbs that is, feel awkward too. Like they are little long for her body. But I am not going to question it.

Her princess blanket has become my new favorite object though. It is so soft. However, her food is delicious. She might not have a whole a lot when she returns though. Walking back into her bedroom I eye the nightstand. Don’t women keep strange things in there? Cautiously, I open it. Nothing. I look to the dresser. Nothing.

I go to shut her underwear drawer, something I didn’t intend to open, okay maybe I did, and hear a rattling. I tap the bottom. Shit. A false bottom. Tentatively, I remove it. My eyes go wide.

Your POV

It has been a while since Chris left. And you are bored out of your mind. There is nothing on the hotel television, and he has no books in his room. Almost as if of their own accord, your hands are rifling through his bedside table. You find an order form. Quite a lengthy one at that too. You look at the titles. Holy fuck, he ordered porn. You grab his phone. 

A/N 2: I was going to continue it to include what each of them did with the deal, but after trying to write it and reading what other smut I have written. I realized. I really suck at it. (no pun intended.) However, if anyone would like to try their hand at writing said scenes, feel free. I only ask that you tag me and link the original post. Any questions regarding the post and any specifics I will answer. The website I used for the text messages can be found in the message bar of each.

Also, all text messages are from Sebastian’s phone. I apologize to anyone who actually has that passcode. It just popped into my brain. I also feel the need to clarify his reaction to the possibility of the reader having a kid. I am in no way implying that Sebastian doesn’t like kids/want kids. But if I woke up in someone else’s body and they had a kid I didn’t know, I would be freaking out a little. (I love kids by the way). 

[toomanyfandomssos]

can you do an imagine that’s kinda long and it’s where Benny is dating the reader and she is super nervous to tell him that she’s a vampire? and can you make Benny kinda jealous bc Rory always flirts with her?

Here we go bois I'm back. I'm writing this to a really aesthetic storm in the distance and I'm making some teA. Let's get started shall we

Pairings: Benny Weir x Fem Reader

Gifs aren't mine, credits to the owners

Prompt: You and Benny are dating. What Benny doesn't know is you're a vampire. And things come out in an unexpected situation

2am: the howling wind outside kept you awake. Well. Not that you slept anyway but the wind definitely didn't help you study first the chem quiz. You're a vampire in highschool?! What kind of bullshit is that you're literally immortal. Whatever gotta graduate at some point might as well be with your friends and you're lovely boyfriend.

4am: *obnoxious birds chirping in the distance* you decide to grab a snack. Snack being the first annoying ass bird you caught. You were doodling in your sketchbook when you phone went off. A text from Benny. It read:

Bennykins: I know you're sleeping right now darling but I just wanted you to wake up to me telling you how much I-

The preview cut off. He didn't know you were a vampire. You had been fighting with yourself about how and when to tell him. You were absolutely terrified of how he'd react. Sarah had been pestering you to do it for weeks. You were scared he would be upset that you weren't a fledgling. Even though it wasn't your choice, Jesse basically held you at wooden steakpoint. You chose not to read the message to reveal that you were awake and continued drawing.

School:

"Hey good lookin" Benny yelled across the hall. He loved to point out that the two of you were dating any chance he got.

"Gross get a room" Erica added

You and Benny went out of your way to gross Erica out

"Anywayyyyy what are you doing after school babe" he asked, brushing your Y/H/C behind your ear.

Rory slid down the hallway at a perfectly convenient time

"Me" he wrapped his arm around you solely to make Benny angry

You were quick to shove him off "Very funny Rory, but maybe you should try someone who's, I dunno interested?"

Benny's face was red with anger to the blonde haired boy

You turned and kissed your manz without breaking eye contact with Rory, that was a power move in his book.

As Rory meekly walked away you got to answer Benns question finally

"As I was saying, you wanna go to the mall or maybe catch a movie?" You asked

"Anything's fine with me" he winked.

He walked you to class as you figured out some details so your parents wouldn't freak. Oddly enough they don't know either.

8pm:

The two of you decided to go bowling because what better date than that?

We're you winning or was he letting you? The world may never know.

The night was going perfect up until of course, Jesse walked in.

Out of all people in all places? You thought to yourself, what is this a movie?!

You attempted to avoid eye contact and hide behind Benny, Benny of course being Benny had to say something to piss of the fanged douchebag.

"Well well well if it isn't the Walmart Edward Cullen" he smirked

Jesse rolled his eyes and replied with a simple "fuck you"

Benny looked shocked seeing as he finally said something that got to that everloving dick wagon

"You shouldn't be talking Benny look who you're with" Jesse stated the second he realized you were there

"Yeah what about her?" He began getting defensive

Jesse used his power to drag you to him. That asshole really interrupted date night.

He held you there close as you squirmed. Trying to make it seem as human as possible, Benny was ready to fight and you didn't want him in that danger.

"Pretty ladies like you don't belong with geeks like that" he moved your hair behind your ear in the same way Benny did at school but sick and twisted.

You had enough of his shit and vamped out. You threw him down one of the alleys into the pins, amazingly you managed to get a strike. Your fangs were all out in the open and you were shocked to see Benny smiling like he just met his favorite actor.

Whilst you were distracted with his radiant smile, Jesse launched himself in your direction and knocked you to the ground. You being you, quickly got up and threw some more punches.

Benny literally took some popcorn from a child and watched his amazing girl in awe. Did he expect this? No. Is he disappointed? Nope. Is he going to laugh about it forever? Most definitely.

After Jesse fled in fear you walked up to Benny.

"Hey so, crazy thing. I'm a vampire haha" you told him in shame

"Really?!?!? I would've never guessed!" He sarcastically shoved you a bit

"Yo- you're not mad?!" Your eyes widened

"Of course not love" he reassured you instantly. His warmth gave you tingles and butterflies just like the day you met him.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner" you embraced his love

"It's not an easy thing to tell Y/N" it's almost like everything he said was planned. And that alone left you wondering.

Even though you we're the strong vampire, you always gave Benns the opportunity to protect you. Especially when Rory was, well. Rory.

"Heya toots you wanna catch a movie?" Rory, again wrapped an arm around you and winked at Benny

Boy oh boy he chose the wrong day. Let's just say that conversation only carried through Rory and Benny's fist.

You and Benny walked through the halls of that school having no idea where life was gonna take you two but you sure as hell were having fun.

IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN GONE FOR AN ACTUAL DECADE BUT I AM BACK AND IM TAKING REQUESTS SEND EM IN FRENS. hope you enjoyed this ^~^

[aleteia-ff]

Sneak Preview | Chapter 16 [The Phantom of the Arena]

Next chapter will be up on Thursday! And below the keep reading line, you can find a small preview! 

This chapter covers the first few days of Astrid and Hiccup’s new ‘arrangement’ and this part features the two of them talking to each other, but things aren’t exactly peachy.

~Chapter is still heavily WIP so slight changes may be made~

“Stop avoiding me. Answer my questions. And most of all, stop acting like you’re part of the Jorgenson family,” she told him.

Hiccup shot her a confused look.

“Stop being a humongous dick!” she hissed.

“You wanted to see what my life was like, Astrid,” Hiccup countered. “Well, this is it.” He gestured around him. “Hours of solitude and loneliness, not a human around, day after day.”

She walked up to him, not afraid to challenge him. “If you feel so lonely, why do you avoid me?”

“I didn’t say I mind the loneliness,” Hiccup countered. “Toothless and the other dragons are all the company I need.”

“Then why did you talk to me in the arena?”

“Because I got bored.”

She was now looking at him, face to face. She didn’t buy it. “Why are you lying to me?”

“I am not.” The look on Hiccup’s face was as steeled as the one on her own. It made the lines of his scars stand out even more.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Then don’t,” Hiccup bit.

She could feel herself get incredibly frustrated. Why did he have to be so stubborn? “Why are you doing this? You don’t want me here, I know that. But the sooner you cooperate, the sooner we kill the queen, the sooner I’ll be gone. But of course you only talk to me when you have a blade at your throat.” She balled her fists. “A Gronckle’s ass would be better company than you.”

Hiccup didn’t answer, but simply turned around and made his way back to Toothless.

“Don’t run away from me, Hiccup,” she hissed. “If you’re going to keep avoiding me, we’ll never kill the queen. And I will be here to torment you for a long time. Is that what you want?”

Again, Hiccup did not reply, but simply fumbled around with Toothless’ saddle.

“Tell me, Hiccup!” she fumed. “Why do you feel the need to act like this? Why can’t you just face me like a normal person so we can get this over with!?”

“Because I am ashamed of myself, Astrid!” Hiccup yelled, suddenly turning around and looking at her.

[neopuppy]

Focus (M)

Best Friend follow-up

Preview: “..you don’t actually read fanfic.. right?..” you nervously ask Jaemin. Too nervous to look him in the eye after everything. Imagining all the types of stories he found while snooping through your phone.

Jaemin’s head lifts from your shoulder, chin resting upon his palm. A mischievous gleam gazing down at you. His other hand reaching up tapping the tip of your nose with one finger. “No.. but I read some of the ones you had saved. Couldn’t help but notice you re-visited that one about an omega initiated into the pack by taking every alpha at once. That must be your favorite.”

Pairing: Jaemin x Jeno x Johnny x Jaehyun x female reader

Word Count: 5k+

Genre: dubcon/consented noncon(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), pwp, explicit language, alcohol/drug mention, one shot, 4J five-way, M/F, they’re all meanies🥵

Smut Warning: roleplaying, manhandling, oral, fingering, double penetration, degradation(heavy), overstimulation, breeding, bulge kink, somnophilia, multiple orgasms, omorashi, squirting, crying, rly self indulgent smut

“Jaem…please, enough.” You croak, fingers roughly digging into his scalp. A weak fight to push him away from your aching center. Jaemin grunts, face lifting slowly showing off shiny pouted lips. Mouth wrecked and swollen after eating you out for the last hour.

“You love to lie don’t you? Think I can’t taste how wet you get when I don’t stop? Could have told me you were so into this sooner. Would have fucked you before anyone else had the chance.” Jaemin finishes mumbling around your clit. Tongue lapping and swirling. Lifting away only to cover your mound in spit. Dragging down between your folds. Your thighs shut around his head shaking in fear of another orgasm ripping through your body. Weakness overpowering your need for anymore.

“Please..I’m tired, please.” You sigh out your best attempt at begging cutely. His face lifting blinking slowly, adding thoughtlessness to his words.

“Say pretty please alpha.”

It’s embarrassing the way he knows exactly what buttons to push now. This is what he always wanted after all. Whimpering in defeat you nod, sniffling the pain between your legs away- “Pretty please alpha.”

Jaemin dawns a shit-eating grin. More full of himself than usual. He finally had his way with you. Sitting up his biceps flex around his chest. Fingers tracing down past your entrance tapping your rim. “Haven’t even ate your ass yet. Isn’t that what best friends are for?”

“Ugh..” you squirm away. Head shaking in disagreement. “Jaemin…alpha, whatever. Seriously no more. I’m gonna pass out.”

Jaemin sneers, pushing the tips of his fingers in despite your pleading. “Isn’t that what you want though? Stupid little slut wants to wake up full of cock and cum. Fucked into submission by every alpha in the pack.”

“Fuck… you asshole. How much did you read!” You muster up enough strength to pull away. Rolling onto your stomach. Jaemin’s hand immediately comes to your ass squeezing.

“I read a lot sweetie. Enough to know what you really want. I always knew you were pretty nasty. This was more than I expected even from you though.” He leans over. Lips dragging up your back listing out the different kinks he found in your saved tags.

Turning away again you lay near the edge of his bed. Glancing over remembering how he fucked you hung half way off. How could you you settle for anything less now..

Jaemin lets out a satisfied sound nuzzling up to your side. Kissing your arm and shoulder leading up to your neck. “Fine.” He mumbles pressed up to your collarbone. “I’ll let you rest. No promises you won’t wake up with my dick inside your tight needy little pussy.”

“You don’t actually read fanfic.. right?..” you nervously ask Jaemin. Too nervous to look him in the eye after everything. Imagining all the types of stories he found while snooping through your phone.

Jaemin’s head lifts from your shoulder, chin resting against his palm. A mischievous gleam gazing down at you. His other hand reaching up tapping the tip of your nose with one finger. “No.. but I read some of the ones you had saved. Couldn’t help but notice you re-visited that one about an omega initiated into the pack by taking every alpha at once. That must be your favorite.”

“Jaeminnnnn…” whining, you shut your eyes. Heat rising between your chest in embarrassment. His belittling laugh following adding fuel to the growing flame.

“You really like this don’t you?” Jaemin questions licking your jaw up to your ear. “Since I’m such a good friend.. I’ll have to make sure all of your little fanfics come to life. Don’t think I missed that anime one about fucking the entire swim team either.”

Your eyes practically jump out sitting up abruptly. Hissing from the pain between your thighs. Lower back beating and pinching after one too many climaxes. Pitifully shoving his shoulder, you roll over on top of him. Jaemin’s hands coming to rest on top of your waist. Fingers gently tickling where the middle of your back dips.

“Be nice to me! You’ve humiliated me enough.” You turn extra whiny hiding your face in his chest. Jaemin smiling, pulling you into a tight hold. Chin nodding against the top of your head.

“As long as you like it. I’ll play with you however you want baby.”

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“This is some pretty weird shit.” Jaehyun taps Johnny’s phone screen. Huddled up to his side reading over the story Jaemin sent to their group chat. The four friends gathered together eating lunch focused on this unfamiliar topic.

“Girls are complex. They don’t get off as easily to the same shit we do. I can get a boner sometimes just from staring at peaches for too long.” Jeno replies across the table. Reading through another story Jaemin had left open on his phone.

“You watched that video too huh?” Johnny’s eyebrows wiggle. Turning his attention back to the texts taking over his screen. “I’m for sure an alpha. Bet she thinks about me when she’s reading this shit.”

“She’s thinking about me you prick.” Jaemin snaps back. Phone clicking shut. “Anyway. I’m only showing you guys this cause I have an idea.”

“This knotting thing sounds cool. I wanna be stuck to a pussy for hours..” Jeno interrupts. Moving over to sit at Johnny’s other side continuing to read.

“Heats? Ruts? I’m for sure the alpha she’s thinking about.” Jaehyun adds. Nudging Johnny in the shoulder with a smirk. “She always begs me to cum inside.”

“Dude me too. You aren’t special.” Jeno interjects, two thumbs pointed at himself. “I’m for sure the alpha of her dreams.”

Jaemin’s teeth grind together. Snorting annoyed with a tap of his fingers along the table. “Johnny, your parents won’t be home this weekend right?”

The larger man shrugs nodding- “They never are. Would lose out on their monthly casino points. Why?”

“We’re gonna win the meet on Saturday. Let’s celebrate after.” Jaemin reaches into his back pocket. Pulling out a tattered ziploc bag filled with white rolled up joints surrounded by little green trees. “Each of us chip in $40 for alcohol. I’ll smoke you out free. Compliments of my baby buds sprouting up again.”

Jeno’s eyes light up reaching with grabby hands. Too late, Jaemin returning the bag to his pocket.

“Sounds good, the usual. Don’t worry Jaem, I’ll fuck your little friend real good.” Johnny shoots him a wink. Jaemin’s face falling into a serious one.

“Listen you jerks, I showed you these to give you ideas. This is what she’s into, so read that shit. Take notes if you have to.” He counters, nodding Jeno’s direction. His friends nose scrunching in offense.

“This somnophilia thing sounds good.” Jaehyun’s dimples peak as he explores more stories under the tag. “She wants to be fucked unconscious? I can do that.”

“I’ve for sure fucked her unconscious before.” Johnny locks his phone. Arms lifting up flexed around his head proudly. Leaning back rested against his palms wiggling his brows confidently. “Like it’s hard? She can barely handle my dick. How’s she gonna take all four of us.”

Jaemin’s neck straightens shooting his friends a look similar the stare he gives his swim opponents. Arrogance and pride radiating through his sharp features. Always up for a challenge silently letting all know he won’t lose.

“She’ll take whatever we make her take.”

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“It’s like you’re trying to get me drunk or something.” You note. Forehead crinkling together watching Jaemin fill your cup up for the fifth time.

“What if I am?” A taunting evil smile takes over his face. Cup shoved back into your hand with a click of his tongue. “Drink up baby, drunken pussies what I’m thinking tonight.”

Scoffing you take a sip of the gold liquid. Tongue and mouth numbed to the disgusting aftertaste. Gut warm, heating up your skin as the alcohol flows about your body. “You don’t need to get me drunk to fuck me anymore. There’s no turning back from what’s been done now.”

“Maybe I have other plans for you. Have you not realized that yet.” Jaemin presses against your hip. Soft length pressing into you to make it clear he still wants to fuck.

“You’re impossible.” Sipping between your slurred response. You shimmy free from his weight. Pushing your drink to his chest. “Naughty naughty boy getting me drunk. Now I have to pee.”

Jaemin sets your drink aside pressing forward, lips dipping to your ear. “Wanna go right now? I’ll let you piss on me baby. That’s what you really like right?”

“Jaemin!” Extra whiny and under the influence you slap him away. “Stop making fun of meeee!”

You have to stop yourself from stomping your foot. Stomach too full of alcohol sending you warning signals to hurry up and find a bathroom.

“You’re so mean.” With another push at your friends chest you nearly run away. Fearful he’ll catch you, wanting him to catch you in the back of your mind.

“You have no idea.” Jaemin whispers to himself. Staying put in place watching you saunter down the hallway. Knowing your way around Johnny’s house easily. With a snap of his index finger and thumb, he moves ahead. Tapping Jaehyun and Johnny’s shoulders as he passes the couch. Both pausing their game to acknowledge the knowing nod he sends them. Jeno perks up from where he’s sat on the floor waiting his turn.

“Oh fuck yea.” He smiles, shooting up to stand full of excitement. Too excited staggering back after one too many shots. Jaehyun keeping him held steady having drank less than the rest. Too full of energy still after winning his race to get drunk.

“Watch me be the only one that doesn’t end up passed out with whiskey dick.”

Jaemin halts Jaehyun, directing Johnny and Jeno toward the hallway you disappeared into. “You two go first, we’ll meet you in Johnny’s room.”

“We’ll be up in a bit.” Jeno throws up two fingers waving off his friends. Johnny leading him down toward the bathroom. Right on time as you head out shutting the door behind you. You squeak caught off guard with the two of them looming before you. Both surrounding you with a serious mood.

“Hey, guys.. What’s…what’s up?” You swallow, pressing your back to the hallway wall. Johnny making the first step toward you. Large arms placed around your body with his elbows planted by your head. He sucks in his lower lip, white teeth digging in holding back a smirk.

Slowly sucking air between, Johnny leans closer. Lips mumbling on your forehead. “Need you. We need you right now.”

Jeno falls by your sides, head tilting on the wall. Blazed hooded eyes blinking with extra effort. He reaches between your faces gripping your chin to look at him.

“We can smell that wet omega pussy.” Jeno says with a wink. Your lips part open in gasp, Johnny quickly shoving three fingers in your mouth.

“You’re gonna listen to us baby. Don’t make a sound.” Johnny wraps a long sturdy arm around your waist hauling you toward the stair case. Gagging around his fingers hitting the back of your throat as Jeno assist him taking a hold of your ankles. Both throwing a quick glance around before rushing toward his bedroom.

As if on queue you cough out shaking your head releasing a sad excuse for a sob. Johnny pulls free slapping his palm over your mouth.

“Are you stupid? Is that how we’re gonna play this little act? Pretending to be the dumb innocent omega?” His wet lips brush your skin with each stern word. Tone strict and demanding setting your knees to quiver. Jeno’s grip reaching the backs of your thighs as Johnny shoves into his room.

Jaemin and Jaehyun sit on his bed ready to go. Jaehyun smiling ear to ear waving around a sheer scarf.

“If she won’t stay quiet, I have other ways to handle that.” Jaehyun stands up allowing the two carrying you to toss you onto the bed. Jaemin leaning over your chest taking a hold of your jaw to make you look at him. The lost gaze passing through your eyes letting him know how ready you are for this.

“You be a good girl, take everything we give you.” Jaemin instructs quietly only for you. Multiple hands reaching for your flimsy garments tugging them free from your figure leaving you vulnerable to all their hungry stares.

“Look at that pretty pussy baby.” Johnny sighs, pulling you leg apart sliding a hand down your inner thigh. Jaehyun tugging your other ankle away to completely expose you. Your eyes roll shut bursting into a heated cry. Their four lewd lust filled gazes burning into your core. Hole gripping at air releasing an obscene sound of wetness. Body betraying you in reaction unable to resist the impure thoughts of what was about to take place.

“Fuck, you’re such a needy slut.” Jeno groans. The first to reach between you picking up your gushing arousal with two fingers. Trailing them up to your clit pressing down sending your hips bucking up.

“What if…” Jaehyun traces down your inner thigh. Hand maneuvering past Jeno’s to your entrance. Eyes glinting in Johnny’s direction.

“You’re right. Let’s find out how much a whore can handle.” Johnny’s fingers slip down meeting Jaehyun’s. The two teasing your hole stirring a fear in your chest. You move to sit up ready to pull away. Jaemin tsking, shifting behind your back. Your arms tugged behind in his hold.

“You knew better than that, omega.” His mocking tone whispers against your ear. Holding you in place with his bicep hooked around your arms. Jaemin circles around you slapping your chest harshly. A scream flying from your lips as the three men in front of you smear your arousal around. Jaehyun gliding two fingers inside your awaiting entrance first. Johnny easing two thicker ones by his side.

“Damn baby, you’re so fucking tight. How’re you gonna take all of us.” Johnny murmurs, lips pressed to your ankle. Toes curling up by their heads where they have you held open. Jeno works your clit into a frenzy, rolling his digits back and forth.

“She can take it.” He emphasizes shoving two more fingers in. You shout in response, Jaemin pinching your chest. Biting at your ear telling you to keep quiet.

The three thrusts in stretching you around their digits. Cunt closing up over them instinctively. Jeno dropping a wad of spit right between their combined fingers aiding in the easy slip and slide fucking into you past their knuckles.

“S’too much!!” You croak looking to Jaemin for relief. His eyes widening, lower lip pouting. Arm pulling you back into his bare chest firmly.

“I think it’s not enough sweetie. Don’t make me gape you open with my dick in there too.” He grins, kissing the bridge of your nose. “Now be a good little slut and take it.”

You sigh defeatedly, dropping back into his broad shoulder. Eyes tempted to shut, struggling to stay open in awe. Three built up swimmers stretching your cunt open. Stomach twitching with every thrust of their digits working together. Jaehyun slaps your clit, jaw clenching biting out to keep your eyes open.

“Do as your alphas say, we’ll fuck you full of cum just how you want.” Johnny mutters. Lips kissing the back of your ankle. His tongue languidly grazing up the sole of your foot to your clenched up toes. His mouth expands sucking down your toes, slitted eyes boring into yours. Tingling shots of heat erupt in your stomach. Jaehyun’s tongue lapping between your toes. Free hand swiping your bundle of nerves side to side. Jeno reaching a thumb below pressing your clit. Their fingers relentlessly burying inside.

“I’m….I’m…too much alpha..” again you look to Jaemin. Your face torn, tears sitting at the rims of your eyes.

“You wanna cum baby?” He kisses the corner of your mouth. Hushing the question softly. Your head shaking in response.

“I’m…I’m…” bursting into another cry, tears stream down your cheeks. Embarrassment clearing your mind enough. Bladder full of alcohol needing release. “I’m gonna….gonna..”

“Do it, piss all over them.” Jaemin urges you on. Hand reaching down pressing your stomach further in.

“Ah fuck!” Arching forward with a howling scream you let go. Noisy trickling sounds of piss creating a filthy mess on Johnny’s bed. Your face turning digging into Jaemin’s neck crying harder, overwhelmed and ashamed.

“That was…” Jeno huffs. Chest rising and falling rapid with need. Lifting his hand licking clean the combination of wetness and warm liquid. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“Come here.” Jaehyun growls grabbing a hold of your shoulders. Pulling you to straddle his lap, hard cock meeting your pulsing middle eagerly. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Don’t make me wait.”

Jaemin shoves in behind you, hand sweeping the crevice of your ass. Teeth returning to your earlobe nibbling. “You’re gonna be so full just like the fucking whore you dream of being.”

Jaehyun grips your hips, tip of his length fucking up breeching your pliant heat. Jaemin swiping spit slicked digits around your rim behind you. His free hand pushing your shoulder down moving you lower. Jaehyun’s size spreading you open inch by inch.

“Jae…” you fall forward nestling Jaehyun’s chest. The two sharing a curious look to who you were calling for. Jaemin spits between your cheeks holding you apart. Dick angry and hard dreaming about this moment. Gripping around his base he presses forward. Cock head prodding your rim slowly popping in. Your stomach arching into Jaehyun’s further pushing him inside balls deep. Their low groans filling your blurry mind.

“Always take me so good.” Jaehyun cups your hips swiveling up. Fat cock stirring your insides distracting you long enough for Jaemin to thrust inside.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tensed up.” Jaemin slaps your ass. Bending over taking a hold of your hair. Cock slamming forward insistent on entering. “Come on, good little whores can do better than this. Are you our good little whore or not?”

Your head nods rapidly, sniffling and crying between Jaehyun’s pecks. The other rolling his eyes at Jaemin’s question. “Whores like this need to be trained to take cock.”

With that he buries his toes into the bed, knees bending throttling up sending you bouncing. Jaehyun delivering brutal thrust after brutal thrust. Your lower half rolling back down on Jaemin’s length with each slam of his hips. Ass clapping against his pelvic bone. Your screams muffled into his chest. The two working in synchronization fucking you in matched time. Thin wall separating them painfully rubbed raw with each heavy thrust.

“Ass feels so good.” Jaemin’s face rolls against your shoulder. His eyes scrunching up willing himself to not bust so quickly. Jaehyun exerting harsh grunts below you using powerful force to thrust up. Leaving Jaemin with no choice but to let your backside fuck back into him. “So good, you’re such a good omega.”

“Jaemi….Jaemin..” clawing at the sheets around Jaehyun’s head your face turns. Eyes half-lid wantonly begging for extra attention. Jaemin’s lips finding yours with a soft kiss continuing to mutter on about how fucking amazing your dirty little fuck hole feels.

“Built like a perfect slut, made to take dick baby. So fucking hot.” Wrapping your hair into his fist Jaemin sits up. Hips pistoning with speed. Your mouth hung open screaming jabbered curses. Incoherent nonsense spewing out.

“Cum…give me cum!” You beg hearing extra groans from your side. Johnny and Jeno stroking their lengths holding back their own feral need to fuck you stupid.

Jaehyun’s the first to let go, cum painting your insides past his sloppy thrusts. Thighs burning and giving out with one final plummeting shove inside. Cock burying in sinking nails into your hips. Face contorted rasping a painful grunt. Release hot and thick filling your pussy up. Jaemin keeping you held in place with a hand on your waist. Head pulled back as he loses any last hint of sense. Frantic movements pushing him over the edge. Hips slowing to a stutter, gritting a growl out. Hot bursts of cum filling your ass up.

“That’s it, you deserve all that cum baby.” Ready to collapse Jaemin groans shoved back by Jeno’s palm slapping his chest.

“Our turn.” His hoarse voice breaks, pulling your used body off the two. Johnny helping him, pausing to cup your cheeks. Your eyes rolling shut sucking in shallow breaths of air.

“Stupid baby got more than she bargained for.” He smiles full of excitement. Pushing your limp upper half down. Jeno slaps your ass, pulling your hips up. Cum coating your ass has them both moaning. Johnny sucking in a hiss between his teeth.

“What a dumb little cock sleeve.” He sighs circling your winking rim. Fingers pushing Jaemin’s cum back inside. Sliding out with a loud pop that would send flames of embarrassment to your cheeks. Too fucked out and drained by now to care. Johnny gives Jeno a nod, throwing his leg over your lower back, large hands pushing your shoulders down. Not that it mattered, you weren’t going anywhere.

Jeno gripping your hips keeping you on your knees. Asshole and pussy on full display for both of them. He shifts between your spread thighs. Wasting no time seething inside your gaped hole. Jaehyun’s cum allowing his thick size to fill you up. His neck rolls back, hips stilling grinding his length inside. Head shaking in disbelief stammering muddled words- “Ugh, how are you still so tight. Thats a good slutty pussy.”

Johnny squeezes around his cock, tip teasing your rim clenching around nothing. Puckering wet sloppy kisses at his slit as if your bodies still begging for it. Your mind too far gone to disagree. Jaemin sits up placing your cheek on his thigh. Hands gently stroking through your hair, cautiously taking in your passed out face. This is what you wanted after all.

“Hurry the fuck up Johnny.” Jeno expels behind him. Cock thrumming inside your pulsating cunt. Nose crinkling up as he slides out. The combination of your gripping heat and cum sliding down his balls turning him feral.

Johnny grunts in response. Tip of his cock finally plunging in. A small whimper escaping his lips as he sinks in slowly. Your ass taking him in with no fight, Jaemin leaving you nice and prepped.

“Fuck look at that, look at the way your ass opens up for me baby. Oh fuck, such a needy slut even passed out.” Johnny says to himself. Head shaking impressed and astonished. Surprised you still haven’t woken up. Jaemin checking in, continuing his soft petting.

Johnny manages to get in more than half way. Thighs straining and flexing holding himself up in a squatted frog like stance. Years of athletic competition keeping his physique toned and strong. He was always the best at fucking you for hours on end.

Mewling sleepily your eyes stir. Lashes fluttering against your cheek. Jaemin shushing you coaxing you back to a blank empty state of mind. Johnny pushing the rest of his size in. Thick cocks beating between your walls intensely. Stomach full as Johnny reaches around to hold you. Jeno’s length pushing the skin under your bellybutton out further.

Your knees slip apart opening under their weight barreling into you. The two beginning to thrust. Johnny pushing in while Jeno pulls out. Your body puty in their hands. Only held up by the arms wrapped around your middle.

Strings of curses flow from Jeno’s mouth. Hips jerking, cock pounding deep inside where you need. Awakening you enough to squeak out soft whimpers. Pussy aching and sucking on Jeno’s length with every draw of his hips. Johnny’s hand finds the back of your neck. Shoving you against Jaemin’s thigh uncomfortably as he buries inside your ass with precise thrusts. The sheer size of them together splitting you apart.

“Yea that’s what you want. Taking it like those omegas. Fuck you stupid like you deserve hmm.” Johnny laughs for a second. Lips pulling back too focused on filling your ass up. Abs tight in his movements. Clenching and unclenching around them with each unforgiving penetrating deliver they give you.

“Always knew you were good for nothing but taking cock.” Jeno grits. Filling you with the entirety of his size. His familiar raspy voice reaching your ears. Mind registering that Jeno and Johnny were the ones taking turns using you. “Taking four cocks just like a whore.”

Your eyes roll up panting out desperate for oxygen. Immobilized under their strength as they fuck you. Thick fat cocks making you take it over and over.

“I…shit shit..” Johnny wheezes breaking off into a growl. Hips stilling, cock pulsing. His eyes scrunched shut spilling a thick load of cum inside your ass. Too much cum to contain. White gooey ropes seeping around his size adorning your hole. “Oh fuckkk..”

Jeno’s length circles insides your tightening hole. Cock massaging your inner-walls moving in and out easily. It’s too much, the way you’re just letting them use you. Jeno’s gasps and breaths cut off losing his sanity over it all. Sex filled air turning his brain to mush. He cries choking back a sob. Drawing back slamming in, Johnny moving off allowing him to fuck you mercilessly.

“So good baby, perfect little fuck…fuck toy.” Jeno’s mind spins. Losing himself in your pussy. Fucking into you with abandon, growling as he cums. He falls over holding you with a bruising grip. Fingers digging hard enough to leave marks. Sounds of skin slapping skin bolt throughout the room with each impactful final thrust he gives you. Pussy squeezing around him up milking every last bit of cum.

Letting out a whine he pulls out feeling overly sensitive after cumming so hard. Falling flat on his ass in a daze ready to pass out himself.

“Up up baby. I need more after that.” Jaemin pulls your limp body laying you on your back. Smacking your cheek soft enough until your eyes flutter open.

“Jaem… no more please..” your begging falls on deaf ears. Jaemin shoving you further up Johnny’s bed with force filled anger. Pent up frustration at it’s peak watching you fucked over and over. The look on your face through each orgasm giving away how much you loved it.

“Shutup.” He snaps. Tossing your loose legs back into your chest. Abused used up pussy on full display. Cum leaking out of your swollen entrance. Seconds of pity cross his mind noting the pained way your pussy appears. Teeth gritting losing that thought just as fast.

Your hole expanding lewdly pushing out a dollop of cum. He hisses past pursed lips, cock dragging the mixtures of multiple creampies between your folds. Pussy parting around him practically screaming to be filled up once again. “Sluts love to get fucked baby. That’s all you are, a pathetic little slut.”

Jaemin fucks you full for a second time. Cock seeping inside you like it’s meant to be there. Walls snuggly wrapping around him despite your protests. Daring to exhale a sigh of relief as he stuffs you full. Exhausted beyond belief you shiver a few more tears out with a nod.

“Cum in me.. alpha.. please” your cracking voice pleads. Dizzying need for Jaemin to fuck you full one more time taking over. His brows raise in ridicule biting his lower lip.

“Gonna give you what you really fucking want baby. For being such a good omega you earned it.” Jaemin goes hard. Shoving into your hole repeatedly at a frantic pace. Loads of cum drip down to your ass landing at your lower back. He fucks in too hard rendering you into a ball of shattered whimpers. “Your pussy can’t get enough of me. Milking my cock like you need it to survive baby. Fuck fuck, you’re so good.”

Johnny rolls over, arm sliding between your bodies. Tongue running up your wet heated cheek. Fingers tapping your swollen bundle of nerves adding further humiliation. Your lower half jumping up thrusting Jaemin’s length deep inside. Bulging at the space between where your stomach and mound meet.

“Fuck baby, that has to hurt.” Johnny pats the prodding skin meanly. A sadistic yet sweet smile spreading his cheeks. Nose shoving into your jaw reaching for your clit. He moves in time with Jaemin’s thrusting. Rolling you in circles fiercely under a firm touch. Your back arching forward shooting a scream up your dry throat. Neck falling back letting out a tormented scream. Johnny flicking your sensitive nub just right, too good always too good.

“Cum, come on baby cum.” He chants, lips brushing your jaw line. Teeth nibbling down your exposed neck. “Cum, cum.”

“Ohh fuck!” You pitifully wail. Jaemin fucking harder in response to your gripping heat. Palms slipping down the backs of your thighs pushing your knees to the bed. Hips bones snapping against your ass with every rough thrust. “No more!”

Tossing you head side to side you cry out loud. Walls squeezing and sucking him in your release. Wet cock seething in past your orgasm. Jaemin’s neck flexing, growling as his lips fold in. Teeth tightly clinking together. Hurdling impactful thrust down shoving you up Johnny’s bed.

“Fuck!” He falls over with one last thrust. Eyes scrunched up dropping his weight on your chest. Thighs falling around his hips. His heavy breaths hitting your shoulder near tears himself spurting out weak shots of cum deep inside. His face falls into your chest whimpering.

“Fuck.. fuck that was...” Jeno mumbles at your other side. Hand rubbing over his face lost to pleasure. Lingering high spinning his thoughts too fast to process. “Fuck. What the fuck.”

Johnny smiles lazily tickling fingers up and down your thigh. “We didn’t even cover the half of it baby. You’re nastier than I thought.”

Jaemin sighs finally catching his breath. Layering kisses up your neck muttering how good you did. Cock softening inside you satiating the painful ache. He sits up, slowly drawing out his length hissing. Face amazed gazing at his size covered in cum. With a lewd pop free, he holds you open admiring the way his load bubbles from your overused hole.

“Next time.”

a/n: this mess is not proofed sorry.

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