#hate his wrinkly ass

[icterid-rubus]

we have this ancient old family friend who's pretty divorced from the reality of regular people because he is Very Wealthy from local real estate and land-lording and he's convinced he can get me a job at *REDACTED* because he knows one ex-employee and my field is tangentially related. He called me to demand I send him my resume, which I did, after explaining I would be gone for several weeks on vacation. He said fine and that this could all wait until summer, but I've just opened my email to passive aggressive emails literally titled "Waiting" demanding a CV. This whole situation was prefaced of course by him degrading me for several minutes as being a "shiftless burden of a near-forty year old."

#I would give anything for full immunity to stand and screaming at his wrinkly nasty face #when i work in childcare he was mercilessly cruel to me. went on and on about what a pathetic waste I was. asking how I could be proud to #climb the worlds shortest ladder when i got promoted #it was so bad that my wealthy ass kisser extraordinaire dad told him to leave me alone #really want to respond with a fuck ton on bitchiness and be done with this prune ass forever. his grandkids are all mitzvahed i have no #reason to ever see him again. #he pays to nap at the symphony #he pays to fly his children and grandchildren around for bi annual foreign vacations #he expects us to do the same #god i hate this guy. i hate him so much.

[bogleech]

People really liking my speculative animal wishlists and seem to enjoy that I keep doing vampire versions of non-vampire animals, which is of course because vampire bats are adorable and wonderful. They are adorable and wonderful BECAUSE they are vampires. They are technically completely harmless but there's still a chance they will drink your blood while you're asleep and we as a species hate that SO much it inspires horror and superstition of all sorts. So I think there should be more like that but I already have some that are fish and some that are bugs, so here's just my Top Ten Land Vertebrates That Should Have Vampire Versions:

Tarsier. How great would it be if that thing was also a creeping ghoul. Vampire version would be goth colors. I guess it'd be aesthetically like between a tarsier and an aye-aye actually.

Gecko. I don't know how it would obtain the blood, maybe its tongue would have evolved to have a super sharp tip? Maybe the tip of its little gecko nose would be like a sharp hook?

Tree frog. Same issue as the gecko. I'm gonna say the gecko has a sharp tongue and the frog has a sharp nose. A frog with a beak. Let's also make it see through like a glass frog. Just a ghostly little frog that will cut you.

Kiwi bird, using a needly-fine beak tip and excellent climbing skills, much tinier than the New Zealand one and found on every continent. Then the New Zealand kiwi can still be special. Nature specials can be ike "did you know!? The New Zealand Giant Kiwi is the only kiwi that isn't a sick freak"

Pangolin and this one unlike the rest of these would maybe actually be dangerous, like still pretty large for a blood feeder, if you fall asleep unprotected in vampangolin territory you aren't gonna wake up. I just think pangolins deserve to take a little something back, you know. I guess it might be hard for them to sustain themselves on just blood but maybe these would live where there's a whole lot of big juicy animals for them, like they follow herds of buffalo around.

Flying squirrel and I would put this in my own state of Oregon so like a real Fearsome Critter.

Turtle, because to successfully live like a vampire bat you need to be able to detect a blood source, get to it quickly, drink your fill and get out of there just as quickly, so we'd be talking the fastest and lightest little turtle in the world, a long legged scurrying beetle of a turtle, really long neck with a nasty ass beak. Shell could also be covered in wicked as hell thorns for when a rude host wakes up and tries to be mean to it.

Snake and I would also make it the shortest fattest snake so I guess I'm saying a leech tsuchinoko. Like the vampire bat its fangs would have evolved into two short but sharp little vampire buckteeth. It would be too chubby to coil up the way regular snakes do so instead it would have to roll up the way a pillbug or an armadillo does, into a ball.

Pachyderm with a sharp spur on its trunk. Maybe around pug size, a wrinkly hairy wretched looking micro elephant that would probably live off the blood of things like giraffes and zebras and regular elephants while they sleep. Actually like the pangolin this could probably kill you. Every now and then we could hear about how a big game hunter left his tent open and got completely exsanguinated by an adorable hideous vamphant.

#biology #animals #specevo

[irkimatsu]

Huskposting Masterlist

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

A masterlist of all of my interesting fics and headcanon posts, so you don't have to scroll through all the two-sentence bullshit gumming up the Huskposting tag! NSFW pieces are marked as such. Fics, headcanons, song assignments, and other assorted tidbits that I think are worth looking at more than five minutes after I posted them.

Full Fics:

"If You're Lucky" - After losing a bet with Overlord Husk, the demon asks to have his way with you as your part of the deal. Originally intended as a standalone, I intend to turn this into a collection with a story arc eventually. NSFW!

"Teasing A Beast" - Oneshot where reader stripteases for Husk and then they have rough sex. Short, sweet, to the point. Reader has breasts and vagina. NSFW!

Headcanons:

Husk and one-night-stands in life

Musing about Husk's death

NSFW Heacanons

couple assorted SFW headcanons

Husk as an absent father

Headcanons going through Husk's life, up to his death

Husk nuzzling you so you smell like him

Husk's coping mechanism! (it's not great)

does he hate the name Husker?

he's too drunk to perform

Husk and religion

hehehe claw sucking

a reason for Overlord Husk to be fat

a magic trick goes wrong

assorted Overlord Husk horniness (NSFW!)

Husk's fluctuating weight

speculation about Husk and Alastor

possible future chapters of "If You're Lucky" (NSFW!)

Husk, US history, and legal gambling and alcohol

This man cannot fucking cook

Dominant Husk headcanons

Music (song links go to Tumblr posts that may or may not provide context for why I picked that song):

Full playlist

"Fallen Down" by Assemblage 23

"Forever 2013" by Bruderschaft

"Complex" by Dreams Divide

"The Modern Leper" by Frightened Rabbit

"Drown" by Imperative Reaction

"I Don't Remember" by Northern Lite

"Casino" by Toby Ash

I keep picking songs about drowning...

Drabbles:

Husk gushing about his S/O (centered around my self-insert, this was for me, sorry)

dancing with Husk in his room

dancing with Husk at a hotel party

playing with Husk's wings (NSFW!)

Husk dialogue during sex (NSFW!)

riding Husk (NSFW!)

Husk taking the lead with you (NSFW!)

Alastor interrupts (NSFW!)

Husk and the word "love"

to be Overlord Husk's spoiled pet...

massaging Husk's chest

more about being Overlord Husk's pet

Yandere Overlord Husk

Husk with a childhood friend of Alastor's

rough sex, Husk catching feelings

Other:

WHICH ONE OF YOU WOULD FUCK THIS OLD MAN

some cool t-shirts I yoinked from the fan Wiki

me infodumping to an outsider with Wiki facts

that line from Finale that itches my brain so good

you fuck wrinkly ass cats stop fucking submitting it

official Valentine's Day card

"Sober" cover by Paranoid DJ (not on my playlist but still worth a look)

FOXY GRANDPA

the first appearance of the phrase "cat nipples". get used to it

Keith David singing "LOVE" by Nat King Cole

me making terrible daddy jokes

my excuse for everything that happens on this blog anymore

#irk blubbers about nothing #irk huskposts #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin husk x reader

[sc0tters]

Forever, His Girl | Andrei Svechnikov

summary: once you and andrei fought you both knew you had to make up.

request: yes/no

warnings: none

word count: 0.86k

authors note: I don’t know what this was, still liked it though! But yeah, no comment…

You and Andrei hadn’t spoken since the morning.

The two of you ended up having an argument about how you were close to one of your coworkers. It was a stupid argument but as there wasn’t any real end in sight Andrei ended up grabbing his keys as he left the apartment.

That was this morning and now you were left wondering where he was. You knew he had practice but as lunch and dinner time came and went you began to wonder if Andrei was ever going to come home. His home was still on his bedside table and you truly had no clue where he was.

You had spoken to the girls about it after their partners came home confused that their usual star player broke three hockey sticks. In all honesty you began to think that the fight was beyond stupid now. It was indeed what pissed him off to begin with as you seemed to hold little care or time for the fact that Jacob liked you. The argument was one that would go round in circles, you were irritated that Andrei could accuse you of wanting someone else and he was upset that you blew off his anger.

Andrei loved you, truly he did. You made him a better man and everyone was grateful to see you in his life. But as you had been spending more time at the office, specifically on this project with Jacob. Andrei couldn’t help but get a little bit jealous, especially when your colleague so clearly liked you.

After a while you realised that you couldn’t just hold out hope that Andrei was going to come back so you moved your disappointed self off of the couch and into the bathroom. All you needed was a hot bubble bath and a glass of wine and that was exactly what you were going to give yourself.

You were close to falling asleep as the soft scents of lavender and vanilla invaded your nostrils when you heard the front door open “mIlaya!” Andrei called out as he placed his bag on the floor.

It seemed that the lights in the apartment gave away your hiding spot as you always seemed to turn the lights off only leaving your bedroom and the hallway on. Andrei felt like an ass as he was met with silence. He looked to your bed to see it still made from this morning “Drei.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you looked through the crack of the door to his panicked state.

That small action soothed his nerves as he turned to see you comfortably laying in the tub “you feeling better?” You asked fiddling with your rings on your now wet and wrinkly fingers “needed the space.” Andrei had never been good at expressing his feelings and he always found it easier to run or avoid them over confronting them head on.

Those words made your stomach churn like it was you who he was trying to avoid for space “I wouldn’t cheat on you ever.” You let the words drop from your lips as tears formed in your waterline.

Andrei crouched down next to the bathtub as he frowned “no, no, please don’t look sad.” Andrei reached out to grab your hand “I can’t handle that.” He added going to added as he sighed.

You hated him being mad at you “it’s just he-” Andrei was cut off as you let out a sigh “do you even trust me?” You sobbed pulling away from him.

It made him rest his head on his hands “I do.” He nodded sitting down as he wanted to talk “I just know you’re such a great girl.” The hockey player began as he ran his fingers through his hair.

He made you furrow your eyebrows as you turned to look at him “and I know that it isn’t any excuse but I can’t lose you.” Andrei sighed as he turned to floor “you deserve better than me.” His voice broke sending a colossal strike to your heart as you frowned.

The water sloshed around you hitting your skin as you moved through it “you’re the man I love.” You cupped his cheeks forcing him to look at you.

His eyes were bloodshot as he had clearly been crying before he came home “you love me?” Andrei let his lips form a pout as he felt his heart grow warm “so much my boy.” You nodded getting to kiss his lips.

Andrei tapped his hand on the tub as he stood up beginning to undress himself “you got room for one more in here?” He asked as you nodded no longer caring for how the water turned cold “you hate baths.” You pointed out as you shifted to the side so that he could slot behind you.

The boy nodded as he smiled “I have some making up to do for my girl.” The nickname made you squirm as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade “I love you.” He added wrapping his hands around your waist as your back went flat against his chest.

#andrei svechnikov oneshots #andrei svechnikov #amber writes blurbs #hockey blurbs #nhl blurbs #blurbs

[riririnnnn]

Can we talk about him?

Oh god this sweet springchild deserves so much more love than what Fandom gives him.

It's only been, I guess, a month of me joining Tumblr, so I can't say what you all think here, but as far as I've seen in other places, I got to say that he is hated/trolled for no reason at all.

Yuki would've been a green flag, scratch that, he would've been the greenest forest if he were a real person.

I understand that

THIS

is one of the first manga panels we got of him, and yeah, I agree that he feels like that one annoying teacher's pet in our classes, but considering the environment of BLLK and the fact that they all literally have their soccer career in line, I don't think so that he did anything wrong. Besides, he didn't try to put anyone down, he is only asking for a reason.

Then we have this panel:

It seems annoying again, but considering his backstory, both the above panels start to make a lot of sense.

To be honest, even without his backstory, the above panel was justifiable since Noa himself said that he judges by number and if Yuki has a better number data then obvi-fucking-ously he has the right to ask such a question.

Also, why we don't talk more about his backstory?

Do you all understand how devastating it is to lose a dream all because of a situation or a circumstance that is completely beyond your control? Imagine working hard for something only to lose it all just because of something that you did literally nothing to deserve.

Further, he had it easy as a model you know. In a country where the average male height is 5'7'', his 6'0^½'' height is surely a great advantage, yet he decided to fight for his dream. How cool is that!

Also, sometimes, I think that if Isagi were not to be the protagonist, then how bitch-y everyone would've considered him.

Like,

WHAT THE HELL, MY BOY!?

I understand that he didn't know about his medical condition but still!?

In their argument in the changing room, I do think that both of them were right in their own way: Blue Lock was literally made for strikers, and, at least according to BLLK ideal, what type of striker passes to someone else!? And seeing things from Isagi's perspective, he did the right thing!

And I also think that Chris was a big bitch for blocking Yuki's goal like that and top of that, also calling it/him pathetic.

Why is he posing like he just solved the global food crisis? Like, what the fuck, my man? That boy hasn't even completed his teenage years, HAUL YOUR OLD WRINKLY ASS OUTTA THERE!

And after that Isagi passes him a goal too and yada yada, but Yuki acknowledged it right away. He also came to apologise and accepted his mistakes.

Just look, look, LOOK!

How sweet he looks. Like a pathetic wet cat. Oh lord! I want to protect him.

And do not dare to come at me by saying, "IsAgi ofFeReD hiM a pLaN bUt wHeN hE aSSisTeD hiM yUki acCePTEd iT."

Like bro, first of all, shut up. Second of all, imagine being in the soccer field and someone passes you the ball, what are you going to do? Run the other direction or something? Brah, Blue Lock taught the boys to be egoistical not stupid.

Just stop hating him.

.

.

.

One time when I was thinking about Yukimiya's headcanons, I was like, "He might actually be blind one day, so I think he is learning sign language."

Then after a long pause I was like

...oh

#blue lock #bllk #yukimiya kenyu #雪 ranting

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

What would your headcanons be for the 141 in nursing homes? As in old ass man.

Maybe some extra characters as well? 👀

I'm splitting this up into 3 categories: Physical appearance, personality/behaviour, and overall shenanigans.

John Price

Went bald but still has a killer mustache and a ridiculous amount of body hair and yet all the hair he has left has gone grey. Is SOOO wrinkly. His eyes are hooded/droopy beyond fucking belief.

He's 100% a "Back in my day..." old man. Has def gone half-deaf. Is both a flight risk AND a fall risk but refuses to use his walker/zimmer frame. Is the first one up in the morning, before the staff even changed shifts (consequence of early rising all his life in the military)

Insists on being called 'Captain' by the staff, gives everyone the stink eye if he gets called 'John' or 'Mr.Price'. Sometimes still wakes up dreaming of Makarov and/or Shepherd and spends all day grumpy. Staff hates him.

Simon Riley

Does not go wrinkly. Instead, his skin gets taut and he loses weight and muscle, and becomes skinny/frail. Is VERY hunched over.

Has def lost most of his hearing as well. Is impossible to talk to. A conversation between him and Price spirals from a topic to the next because they misinterpret each other's words. Blasts his fave TV shows (The Price is Right) at top volume all hours of the day.

Has dementia or some other brain degenerative disease, which means he's often lost/confused... So it's not uncommon to see him walking around carrying a cane or umbrella like it's a rifle because he thinks he's still a soldier. Has scared the shit out of night staff by sneaking up behind them with a mask on (where did he get the bloody mask?) and nearly stabbing them with a syringe-like it was one of his knives.

Johnny MacTavish

Does not make it to a nursing home, he's already dead.

Kyle Garrick

Has gone grey but not that wrinkly. Still looks surprisingly good for his age. Is very charming. Wears colourful shirts (Hawaiian and not), and has a nice style... but still wears that stupid bloody hat of his. Has VERY bad hip pain from falling out of helicopters so much.

Is SOOO sweet and polite, and charms all the old ladies AND the nursing staff, every kid that comes visit other grandparents LOVES him. Is the least annoying senior at the nursing home. Also has terrible hearing. Spends his time shouting at Price and Simon to have a conversation.

Still gets taken to veteran/war remembrance days by his family and watches the parades and such... only to look at helicopters with disdain in his eyes and curses them out with a fist.

Alejandro Vargas

Has not gone grey but is a healthy salt-and-pepper. Still keeps his little stubble OR an anchor goatee. Wears glasses now, but they're those types that transition into sunglasses.

His hearing is ALSO shot. Has very shaky hands so he keeps dropping things, especially his pills. Talks crap about everyone with Rodolfo (they gossip in Spanish so no one can hear him.) Is never grumpy. Loves playing cornhole and pétanque.

Is 100% a cougar hunter. Has a silver-tongue and is still so attractive that he just seduces ALL the old ladies. Some of them were still married to their husbands (who were ALSO in the nursing home) and he STILL flirted with them.

Rodolfo Parra

Rudy has gone chubby, wears glasses, and still stays clean-shaven. Wears cardigans and corduroy trousers. Is on a wheelchair.

Is very polite. Spends his time reading in the garden, and likes tending to flowers. Loves a good gossip with Alejandro. Loves playing cards because it's the one game Alejandro cannot play, is very smug about it.

Falls asleep suddenly after meals. Hates Philip Graves with a fucking passion. Hates him so much he still wakes up dreaming about the betrayal in 2022 and gets MAD about it. Wheels himself to Alejandro's room every time and complains. "Pendejo de mierda, Graves."

#asks #moots #cod headcanons #crack headcanons #I promise it's crack #do not take this seriously #I will fill this out with the rest of them tomorrow

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling an old man to kill himself on his birthday?

btw this has transphobia homophobia racism in it so yeah be aware

i (cisM22) have a trans girlfriend (F23). we live in a relatively liberal area and, not to say that she isn't beautiful, but she doesn't pass all the way. but she has long hair and she was wearing a dress that day, so she looked very feminine.

we were on a date at a relatively fancy restaurant. we had reservations and everything. we sit down at our table and next to us as these six white old people having a fucking ball. they were loud as shit and obviously drunk but my gf and i just ignored it for a while because we wanted to have a good time.

one of them had a birthday cake set down in from of him and their drinks were topped off. and then, loud as shit, these wrinkly fucking ballsacks start spewing conservative hate. something about the florida anti-trans bills and how they should just round them together and shoot them. my girlfriend looked visibly uncomfortable so i called for a waiter and asked if we could get a table far away from them.

i guess they heard me and one of the old women looked at my girlfriend and murmured, "i guess he just couldn't handle the truth." and i felt nothing but rage, so i said, "what truth? that her tits are better than yours?" and from there it just went downhill.

i honestly can't remember much of the argument. it only lasted thirty seconds but in those thirty seconds, my girlfriend and one of the waiters were trying to calm us down. i had six crusty ass white people dogging on me, calling my girlfriend slurs, calling me slurs (i'm mexican), and i was saying shit about their dementia-ridden asses are gonna die alone in a nursing home cause they kids probably don't even talk to them cause "where the fuck they at gramps".

eventually the birthday bitch called me a faggot and i was like "this faggot is telling you to fucking kill yourself sir, shove that walking stick up your ass" and by that point they got security to escort me and my girlfriend out.

my girlfriend was in tears and really overwhelmed after that. she didn't say anything the whole ride home until we got there. she said that while she appreciated me defending her, i just caused an unnecessary scene, and telling that man to kill himself was too far. i apologized to her, even though the only thing i really feel bad about is making her cry, and i promised i wouldn't do it again.

i don't regret anything i did honestly. i just feel bad about ruining our date and making her cry. i don't think we should've been the ones to get kicked out of that restaurant either. i don't know if those old fucks got the boot, but i'm praying they break a hip or something.

aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #slur cw

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

I feel warm thanks to friends and supporters. Especially Lemonadeicesoda. Thank you. Enjoy this drabble

You huffed in annoyance as you clung to the bath towel closer to your wet skin. Your ex Navy Seal boyfriend or whatever he was to you. He kidnapped your ass.

Norman was lifting his weights. And he was making you watch him. He said he doesn't trust you alone without his watchful eye. He makes you stay. Even chopping wood.

You knew he was bullshitting you. That millionaire set up cameras all around his mansion. And his dogs and guns were there too to prevent you from running away... Again.

You tried but you were so pathetic. Norman easily caught you without anyone's help.

You gave up running away.

The punishment of his belt gave you bad memories.

You knew Norman couldn't stay away from you. You would have gushed from his attention. But, you didn't love that psycho bastard. And you also knew that jerk was showing off his strength. As if that would make you fall in love.

You scowled. You will never love that wrinkly old man. You didn't do anything. Norman used to be blind for months. He got surgery. Then demanded you to pay him for the cost. Ironically, he didn't want money. He has more than enough. As an excuse, he said he wanted your love and companionship as his girlfriend.

Now, here you were. Broken spirited. Norman looked at your beautiful sad face in the corner of his blue eyes. He wished you would smile. But, you seemed to always hate him. He didn't mean to slap or whip you for misbehaving and giving him attitude.

He wanted to marry you and give you children. You just had to give him a chance first instead of blocking him out.

The loud thud caused you to jump. The heavy weights fell on the floor.

He was leaving his home gym early.

You were not a sports girl. You took ballet from time to time as a small hobby. And would walk and hike.

But, your beautiful yet small and flat duck feet made you a horrid swimmer. Norman was so obsessed with survival training. You wondered why

You were definitely not thinking of Joining a military branch so why would this old man force his ideals on you like a dictator? As long as you live in his mansion you will obey his rules. You don't want to live with him and he will not let you go. Hypocrite jerk.

You simply cannot swim. Your own father gave up on you. He hired teachers and you failed to understand. Even kids were better than you. Which embarrassed your dad. As a last resort before giving up, your dad threw you inside the pool like he was by his cousins when he was a kid. Your dad sadly saved your pathetic ass from drowning. He gave up.

You wondered when Norm will give up on you. But that pervert must love looking at you in a skimpy bikini.

You used to take selfies on your Instagram and just pose next to water. But you would use life jackets to have fun with your friends. Now, you are regretting your actions. You were not a social media influencer. You wanted to be important rather than an entertainer. You wanted to be a linguist. Go to East Asian villages and study ancient and dead languages in rural places that has no technology.

But, here you were a kidnapped bride. Norman luckily promised to not force himself in you. Besides hugging and kissing.

Snapping back to reality, Norman sighed. "I know you're tired. Sleep now."

He picked you up from your sitting position bridal style and walked you to the bedroom you shared with him. He made you sleep next to him. That was all.

After making you remove your wet bikini and into your silk night dress. Norman was sitting on the bed waiting for you with a brush to untangle your long wet hair.

He kissed your bare neck after finished. He tucked you in.

You blinked in confusion. He will not join you? Giving you a sad smile, Norman traced your bottom fat lips with his thumb. He declared of some computer paper he has to type which will take hours.

He leaned in and you closed your eyes and said nothing as he kissed the tip your cute nose.

"Sleep well, doll."

You watched his muscled back walk out of the luxurious room then eventually slept.

Maybe... If you allowed Norman inside your heart, your new life will not always have to be the same boring routine.

Should you give it a try?

#stephen lang #don't breathe #don't breathe 2 #norman nordstrom #yandere #yandere x reader #love #obssesion #yandere x you #fan fiction #fanfiction #fanfic

[borathae]

“Tedious business dinners and dull conversations leave you feeling bored. Good thing you have your husband by your side, who just so happens to be way too weak for your touches. Soon you and Jungkook find yourselves in a game of perseverance, secrecy and temptation.”

~ Requested by @seagulljk​​ ~

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, BDSM

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, dom!Reader, mommy kink, My Queen as a title, she calls him toy for this roleplay, public fumbling, secret groping of his dick & butt, thigh grinding, almost sex in the bathroom, exhibitionism kink, getting walked in on, very needy Koo who tries to be professional, she gets him so needy, slight choking, breath play if you squint, finally a playroom scene, they are both in attire, lingerie & high heels for her, leather body harness for him, latex gloves, kneeling, shoe kissing, a riding crop is involved, slight examination play, handjobs, cockring with attached anal beads, use of a spreader bar, bondage to the bed, he has his legs in the air, use of a prostate vibrator, edging & orgasm denial, oral (f. & m.receiving), face sitting, 69ning, spit kink, lotsa praising, she calls him slut in a loving way, koo has a voice kink, dirty talk, nipple play, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), forced orgasms, squirting, tears of pleasure, Jungkook is deep in subspace omg, the softest aftercare

Wordcount: 13.9k

a/n: Happy birthday my love!! Gosh, I really do hope that you have an awesome day and that this lil story is a worthy enough present! As you can see by the long list of warnings & wordcount I kinda escalated 🥴 love you lots and lots! ❤

Tonight's dinner was a Plus One situation. Jungkook was the recipient of the invitation and you were his lovely date. It was quite the boring dinner, so you soon had to realise when you found yourself in a rooftop restaurant with twelve high-ranking businessmen and their twenty years younger Plus Ones. Now, now you are being unfair here, there were also the two or three businessmen of your age group, but the average age said something else. 

They had one thing in common however, they all possessed knowledge about topics you were thoroughly not interested in and had too much time to discuss said topics.

It was the fifth course. Lobster in a perfectly balanced sauce. The food was delicious, conversation was still boring. 

You know that Jungkook was bored too, but that he acted interested.

"You don’t say?" he gasps, "I would have never even thought of that." 

One of his younger associates (and the official host of tonight's dinner) just told him about a method of increasing one's stocks tenfold. Or something along that line, you honestly aren’t paying attention. They could very well be talking about yellow cows and you would take in just as little. 

You huff out air secretly. You just want to go home and change into comfy clothes and then chill on the couch with a stupid horror movie on. 

Jungkook laughs. Two other men follow and their dates give a little polite chuckle before returning to their task of looking at their phones. They seem just as bored as you are.

You hate this. Not only because it is boring as fuck, but also because you know exactly how you and your fellow women are seen tonight. Trophy wives. That’s what you are to most of those men. Just a pretty piece of meat to show off that their wrinkly dicks could still get some. You know men like them. Old fuckers with their rancid dicks who get something out of fucking women who could be their daughter. You've had to suck too many of those guys' dicks in your past that you have developed a certain distaste for them these days. You know how they think. They don’t see women as people, but as nice tits, a wet pussy and a good ass. Also some easy way to manipulate young minds. 

And tonight you are exactly that. A pretty piece of meat. 

Now, you must mention that you are aware that Jungkook does not see you as such, but that he is genuinely happy to have you with him. You are also pretty sure that Mister Yung sees his lady as such as well, given how you are still plagued by the memory of you having to run in on them heavily groping each other in the bathroom between the second and third course. They currently act as if nothing ever happened, but avoid your eye contact at all times. You also have a gist that the connection between Mister Yashima and his wife Yoko is very real. They have been secretly holding hands under the table for most of the night, thinking nobody would notice. But you did. You notice when people try to be sneaky. 

Just like rancid old Mister Choi right now as he is trying to slip his hand under his lady's dress. Oh here she comes. And fought off successfully. You stifle a laugh, flitting your eyes back to your food. 

The next course has been served. Vegetables. They look delicious. Taste delicious too. 

Jungkook turns to you now that the conversation is finished. He lets his eyes run over your features until you sneak a glance his way. He smiles sweetly and leans closer. 

"Do you like the food?" he asks you. 

"Yeah, it’s so good", you say with your mouth stuffed. 

"Here", Jungkook places a few of his vegetables on your plate, "you can have some of mine." 

"But that’s your food." 

"It's alright, I don’t really like asparagus."

"Really?" 

He nods his head.

"Thanks babe, you’re the best." 

He grins cutely and turns away again as someone else started a conversation with him and your terribly long evening continues. 

You have reached your first dessert by now. Something with cognac cream. You are eating both servings because Jungkook didn’t want to risk it. You don’t mind, you promised that in return Jungkook could have your second dessert as this promises to include hazelnuts, which you don’t enjoy.  

Jungkook is talking again, saying words you know are important but are so terribly boring for you. Especially now when you finished your cognac creams and have nothing to do. 

Your legs touch. It feels electric, forcing your eyes to flit down. You know from just a look that it was an involuntary touch. Jungkook is opening and closing his legs in a mindless wiggle. Something he does when he is either lost in conversation or lost in his own little world. And it’s fascinating to you tonight. Truly, you are already so deprived of entertainment that you find it in Jungkook's little habit. 

Your legs touch again, Jungkook is currently listening to what his conversation partner has to say. 

His legs close again and…open. Another touch. 

Close. 

Open. 

Close. 

Open and touch. 

You reach out, placing your hand on his inner thigh so close to his dick that you can feel it brush against you. 

"Ah", Jungkook lets out loudly.

"Uhm…", his conversation partner falters, "sorry?" 

Jungkook panics. He can feel the touch. He can feel that you are massaging his thigh. He also knows he just made a sound.

"I just meant uhm ah as, as in like ah I see", he stutters, placing his hand over yours to at least tug it away from his cock. 

You let him, only to end up right where you started off a second later.

Jungkook tries not to show it, still nodding his head to whatever the dude has to say. His hand grabs yours again, tugs you away and squeezes it to keep it still. 

He just began to say his answer when your hand lands on its starting place again. He is trying so hard not to begin stuttering, almost failing when for just a second you cupped his dick with your entire hand. 

This is so much fun. Jungkook is talking with a slight lisp all of a sudden. This is a tell-tale sign that he is pretending to be something that he is currently not. In his case a well-reserved CEO, who does not have his super hot wife palm his dick under the table. 

His fingers grasp you, tug you away again. They feel a little sweaty all of a sudden. 

Thankfully the dessert saves him and his conversation partner turns away for now to eat his mousse. 

Jungkook turns to you quickly, staring at you with big eyes and pink cheeks. His state almost makes you chuckle. Cute.

"What are you doing?" he asks you in a panicky whisper. 

"Nothing. What do you mean?" you ask innocently but with a smirk. 

"You, you know what I mean." 

"Mhhm no, I don’t think I do.

"You are touching my", Jungkook stops himself to lower his voice in fear of people hearing him, "my dick." 

"Ah that. Yeah, just wanted to make sure it’s still there." 

"Well, it is. Now, now please don’t do this." 

"No? Okay." 

"Thank you."

Conversation soon returns to normal. You will still do it. Jungkook said no touching of his dick, but never said anything about his ass. 

His sitting position is perfect for it. He is sitting on the edge of the seat - thinking that this will prevent you from reaching for his dick - but in the process he reveals his butt in all its glory to your eyes. 

You touch his back and begin tracing his spine. Jungkook stays confident in his speech because he thinks that you are merely giving him a little caress. It is, after all, not an unusual place for you to touch in public. 

Your hand wanders down further. Jungkook tenses and shifts his hips on the chair.  

"Can, can you say that again?" he stutters, tensing even more when your hand finally lands on his butt and squeezes it roughly. 

He shoots up and scoots back quickly. It earns him an eyebrow raise from his associate. 

"Yes, that’s really interesting", he presses out, trying to minimise your movements by squeezing your hand between the chair and his butt. It does help and so you have to stick to other methods. 

Such as dropping your napkin right between his legs. 

"Oh, oops", you murmur, "don’t mind me sweets, I'll just quickly get my napkin", you tell him nonchalantly, bending down to reach right between his legs. 

Jungkook shifts and squirms, releasing your hand like this. His eyes flit down repeatedly, you hear him begin talking in a lisp again and as you move closer to his cock in your "search" you hear his voice actually rise in pitch. 

You find the napkin and lift yourself again, doing so by dancing your hands up his legs all the way from his calves to his thighs. 

"Sorry, clumsy me dropped her napkin", you tell Jungkook's conversation partner with a friendly smile. You lift the napkin in the air, all while keeping your left hand resting on his dick. You are fumbling with the zipper, making him believe you are actually going to open it. 

"But I found it again", you say. 

The man lets out an amused chuckle, "I'm glad you did, Miss", he says and looks back at a blushing Jungkook, "you have a really sweet wife, Mister Jeon", he says and looks at your face again. 

You are smiling oh so innocently sweet, all while your hand is literally giving your husband a semi-hard under the table.  

"Yeah, uhm, uh she is so god." 

Just this moment your hand slipped inside his slacks, now fighting with his briefs.

"God?" The man asks, confused. 

"G-god damn pretty, ahah" Jungkook explains, laughing nervously all while trying his hardest to tug your hand away again. Which leaves him with you grabbing his cock for support and giving him an even harder time to concentrate. 

"Ah yes, she is. A real beauty", the man says and right now you don’t even mind his eyes gawking at your tits because you have Jungkook literally twitching in your fingers and that is all that matters. 

"Yeah, yeah she i-is." 

"Mhm", the man shifts his eyes back to Jungkook, "now where were we? Ah yes, Vienna. I heard that the market is quite promising for extending these days." 

You zone out on the conversation again, acting as if you are listening while all you concentrate on is making Jungkook completely hard. He is still resisting for now, but you'll get him there. 

Jungkook tugs on your hand again. He tugs and tugs and tugs. You let him be successful in the end. For just a moment and just long enough for him to close his zipper hastily. He is so adorable. His cheeks are so red. Oh truly he is so adorable. You just have to touch him again.

"Ee-yeah", Jungkook saves himself at the last moment, turning his squeak into a very weird way of agreeing. He nods his head vigorously, almost breaking your hand from how tightly he holds it. 

Not that you need to keep it on his crotch by now. No, the way Jungkook tugged his cock into his slacks makes his ever growing erection fill up his right pant leg. Perfect for your fingers to reach. You caress his cockhead through his slacks, watching in delight as Jungkook arches his back slightly and covers up him wanting to throw his back by making a very awkward movement with his torso. 

"Yeah", he squeaks out, reaching for his glass of water to drink it hastily.

"Are you feeling alright, Mister Jeon?" 

"Mhm yeah, just really dr-ah-y throat", he stutters. 

He is so much fun. You almost have to chuckle, but don’t. Instead you lean closer to him. 

"I'm going to the bathroom for a moment", you say and giggle, "I always drink way too much water." 

Jungkook's head snaps around so he can gawk at you in shock. 

"I completely understand you", his conversation partner says and laughs.

You give him a fake laugh, rubbing your palm up and down Jungkook's dick. You look him straight into his eyes, making Jungkook gulp while his hips are squirming.

"Now you gotta excuse me", you say and stand up, stifling a laugh as Jungkook reaches for your hand only to have it slip between his fingers. 

And so it comes that you abandon him by the table looking like a sad puppy with big eyes and his cock rockhard. 

Your laughter spills out of you once you finally are in the lady's room. You barely manage to hide in one of the stalls, stumbling over in your snickering. 

This was the best idea you ever had. Oh Jungkook looked so cute. You want to eat him whole. You squeal, jumping on the spot. Fuck, you’re acting like a teenage girl. 

"Okay okay, calm down ___ calm. You have to calm down and not lose your shit", you say, fanning air to your face with a big grin. 

The door to the outside opens and closes.

"___?" 

Your grin grows, your heart speeds up uncontrollably. Here he is. 

You unlock your stall. 

"Yes?" 

Jungkook is standing right in front of you, staring at you with determined eyes and his cock filling up his pants. 

"I'm here", he says and steps closer. 

"I can see that", you chuckle, "I think you took the wrong door. This is the lady's room." 

"Yes but…that’s why you told me", he says, "so I can follow you."

You study him from head to toe. Jungkook inches closer, staring at your tits in that tight dress. 

"And why do you think I wanted you to follow me?" you feign confusion. 

"So that" he falters, "so that.." he gestures between you and him vigorously, "we can like…fuck." 

You laugh, "so you think that’s what I wanted to say with it?" you taunt, taking a step back as Jungkook is inching closer again.

Your back falls against the closed stall door now that he is giving you no other choice. He is looking at you with half-lidded eyes, caging you in like a needy animal. 

"Yes", he rasps, placing his right hand beside your head. 

Your eyes meet. 

"Then you’re wrong, I just needed to pee." 

"I don't believe you", he says, placing his left hand beside your head. 

With your heels on tonight, you and him are almost the same height. It makes the entire situation just all the more electric. You and Jungkook, having a staring battle on eye level. Oh how lost you get in his spell. 

"You made me look like a fool", he rasps.

"Yeah? How'd you get up?" you taunt, lifting your knee just high enough to lodge it between his legs. 

Jungkook moves quickly, inching closer while his hips begin rocking back and forth on your knee. His hard cock is grinding against you that way.

"Napkin", he chokes out, breathing heavily, "held it in front of my cock." 

"And that helped? You’re so hard Kook, I’m sure the entire table noticed", you say and press your knee closer. 

Jungkook stumbles into you and whimpers.

"Mommy, fuck me", he begs, humping your thigh oh so needily. 

"Ahem." 

You turn your head. Jungkook does too. His hips stop instantly. Your knee drops.

There she is. A stranger. Another woman standing in the bathroom with disgusted shock on her features. 

"He's not feeling well", you lie, backing off into the stall and dragging Jungkook with you by his tie, "come on honey, let’s fix you up." 

The stall door falls closed, the shocked woman disappears. 

The lock clicks.

"Oh my god, what should we-", Jungkook gets muffled by your hand. 

You have him pressed against the door with one hand on his mouth and the other around his throat. 

"Quiet", you whisper. 

Jungkook whimpers, eyes filling with tears of embarrassment. He is panting, groping your waist needily.

"You're such a bad Bunny, couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you? You just had to beg for my fuck, didn’t you?" you hiss in feigned anger.

Jungkook blinks his eyes cutely, mewling behind your hand. 

"Hush", you warn, squeezing his face and throat, "I have to listen." 

Jungkook squirms. His heart is racing. His cock hurts. He is so turned on. He has you pressing him against a door after getting walked in on, all while your hands are making breathing just that tiny bit harder. He is in heaven. His own exhibitionism heaven.

A toilet flushes, then two doors down a lock opens. The clicking of heels. 

You look into Jungkook's eyes, pinning him down. 

Water begins to run. 

"Quiet now Bunny", you whisper, squeezing your hands closer, "quiet."

Jungkook makes a little sound, trembling. 

The water turns off again. 

The clicking of heels becomes quieter and quieter until it suddenly drowns out.

You drop your hands, stepping closer. 

Jungkook reaches for you, moaning solely because he is so excited for what was to come. 

Click. Click. 

Jungkook stumbles as you open the door and his back loses its leverage.

"What, what are you doing?" he stutters. 

"Leaving. We shouldn’t ruin your reputation." 

"But the, the thing we did." 

"What thing?" you ask as you strut to the sink, enjoying his eyes on your hips. The water turns on. 

"The sex. I wanna fuck." 

You laugh, turning on your heels. In two steps you are by his side, placing your hands on his chest despite them being wet. 

Jungkook inches closer, staring at your lips. He exhales shakily as he feels you rub your hands up and down his pecs. His hands, oh so warm from excitement, land on your waist. 

Now you are rubbing the back of your hands all over his chest. 

Jungkook furrows his brows and looks down. 

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"They've run out of paper towels", you say nonchalantly and give his chest a soft slap, "thanks sweetie, you were perfect for this." 

You turn in his hands and because Jungkook is way too baffled by your blunt answer, you slip out of his fingers easily, making your way to the door in elegant steps. 

"What the hell?" you hear him murmur under his breath. 

The door opens. 

"What the hell, ___?" he says loudly, stumbling after you. He manages to press himself out between you and the door, claiming the space in front of you. His eyes are wide in bafflement. 

"What?" you stifle a laugh, "why are you making that face." 

"I thought you, you told me so I, I can follow you and then we fuck", he whines.

"No", you shrug your shoulders, "I just needed to pee and you happened to act up." 

"But mom-" he stops himself, looking over his shoulder at the restaurant. Nobody seemed to have noticed. He turns back to you, pouting vigorously, "but ___, you touched my cock", he whines.

You snicker, reaching out to pet his cheek. 

"You're so adorable, Bunny", you whisper. 

Jungkook touches your hips and steps closer 

"Let's leave", he says breathily as his eyes dance over your features obsessively. 

"Leave? But Bunny, this is important", you say and gasp. Your groping hands on his pecs let him know that this right here, your refusal to leave, is just your way of riling him up even more.

Jungkook knows you and he also knows that you are almost bored to death because of the dinner. So this right here is you being a complete meanie and finding enjoyment in his suffering. Not that Jungkook is suffering. His competitive side loves the challenge of getting you there. But his cock is hard and that is so awful. He just wants to be your sextoy and not be here. Yes, Jungkook is currently whining in his thoughts, so proceed to read those sentences as such. 

"I don't care, it’s not important", Jungkook says, massaging your hips desperately.

"But Kook. What about the company?" 

"They know our stance, it’s just chit-chat now."

"Just chit-chat you say? Mhm, that sounds interesting. I don’t want to keep you from it."

"Mommy", he whines and stomps his foot, "I don't wanna be here. I wanna be with you. Alone."

Yes, someone heard him. A waitress. She is looking at you weird. Jungkook doesn’t notice, he is too busy being a sulky little baby. You don’t mind that she did. 

"Are we throwing a tantrum? Mhm Bunny?" 

"No, but I just", he pouts and lowers his eyes, "can we leave, please?" he says politely.

"And do what?" 

"Fuck." 

"Sounds tempting", you smirk, "you should say bye to your colleagues though. It’d be rude not to."

"I don't want to, I want to leave."

"Behave. I still have my bag by the table." 

"But-"

You place your hand around his throat. 

"Behave. Now." 

His eyes tell you just how good you get him, even if he tries to act as if he doesn’t like the scolding.

Jungkook huffs out air and takes off his tweed suit jacket. He holds it in front of his crotch, sending you a dark look. 

"Good boy", you say in a chuckle, leading the way in a confident strut while Jungkook just kind of wobbles behind you awkwardly. 

No, walking with a boner is not fun. 

Jungkook expected to have some action in his car. You know that he did because when Mister Lee and his wife asked for a lift home as they were both too drunk to drive, Jungkook almost cursed at them. You just kind of grinned to yourself because for the next forty minutes you had Jungkook squeezing your thigh needily while you had two strangers in your backseat. 

You also know that Jungkook expected to have you grope him in the elevator. You know he did because he pressed you against the mirror and placed your hand on his cock while mewling about how needy he is. He had to stop when two floors later a group of people entered the elevator. You snickered while Jungkook whined quietly. 

The elevator doors just managed to close when Jungkook officially couldn't take it anymore. He is on you within seconds, kissing you desperately while his hands are restless on your body. You knew it would happen, but it still manages to steal your breath. Another second later and you have him press you against the elevator door with your legs around his waist. He is rolling his hips into you as if he was already fucking you, panting and moaning into the kisses. 

A harsh tug on his hair brings some order back to the chaos.

"What are you doing?" you ask him. 

Jungkook looks at your lips with his cheeks heated and his eyes barely open.

"I can't wait anymore. I wanna have you."

He mewls and pulls a face of discomfort with his eyes oh so sparkly from desperation. 

"My cock hurts so much Mommy", he whines, speeding up his hips, "wanna fuck. Wanna fuck so bad." 

"Yeah?" you try to keep your voice calm even if Jungkook grinding his hard cock into your pussy is making it beyond impossible, "where? Here?" 

"Yeah here. Anywhere. Don’t care. Wanna fuck you, please Mommy." 

You can’t lie, having him fuck you against the elevator sounds terribly tempting. His suit and your dress would still be on, pushed to the side just enough to make way for being able to fuck. His hair would be all messy, your kisses would be oh so incredibly sloppy. Just imagining it is leaving you dripping for him. 

But you want something else. Something that takes hours and makes up for all the time you lost during that boring dinner. 

"Wanna go upstairs?" 

This is all you had to say for Jungkook to act his part. He sets you down gently and steps away. Then he lowers his head before bowing at you the perfect ninety degrees.

"I'm ready for orders", he says.

"Get cleaned up and pretty." 

"Yes! Understood!" he says and bows even deeper. 

"Now off you go." 

Jungkook nods his head in understanding, leaving you by the elevator. He keeps bowing as he leaves, doing so until he disappears behind a pillar. 

Oh you trained him so well. He is so obedient. It makes you want to run after him and ruin him against the shower wall, but you shouldn’t. You have a game to prepare. 

You are waiting in your most beautiful gear, freshly showered and so ready for him to see you. You picked out the black look tonight. Heels, stockings and an intricately done corset. The corset was custom made just for you, Jungkook gave it to you as part of his White Day presents. You look amazing in it.

Jungkook knocks three times. Your heart begins to race. It is finally time. 

"Come in!" you call out. 

The door opens and Jungkook steps inside, closing the door. Then he turns.

"Holy fuck", he gasps, falling to his knees, "holy fuck, I'm fucking yours."

You chuckle, giving your own palm a gentle spank with the help of your riding crop. It makes a sharp sound, courtesy of the gloves you are wearing. They are latex, ending right beneath your elbows. 

"Mommy, I’m here to be your toy", Jungkook moans, bowing down until his forehead is pressed into the floor. 

"I assume you like the outfit", you say, finally leaving your place by the backlit glass wall. Your heels make a clicking sound on the dark wood floors. 

One. 

Two. 

Then you are next to Jungkook, having climbed the two stairs separating the rest of the room. You round him, wanting to inspect every inch of him. 

He is wearing his playroom pants. Black silk with a loose hem and flowy legs. It is easy and quick to take off and makes him look incredible. His feet are naked, folded in a way that would make his toes squish together when he sits on them. They are currently squished now that his perky butt was resting on them. 

He put a harness on. Black leather with silver eyelets and buckles. It was handmade and sized especially for his torso, resulting in hugging the best parts. The straps crossed each other in the back, connecting with the horizontal strap which dug its path around his ribcage. There were two big rings in the back in case you wanted to tie his wrists - or ankles - to it. 

You trace them with your crop, forcing them to make a sound. Jungkook stays still, but hears it. He flexes his toes for just a second. 

"So you are here to be my toy", you say, dancing the soft leather crop down his spine. Goosebumps litter his skin instantly, his toes tense again. 

"I am", he answers you, voice heavy in arousal. 

"Cute", you taunt and round him in elegant steps.

You stop before him, keeping your legs apart in a way that would give him the perfect view of your clothed pussy. 

"Lift your head." 

Jungkook obeys, lifting nothing but his head just as you told him to do. You trace his cheek with the crop before landing the gentlest of hits. He gasps, fluttering his lashes cutely. 

"Now sit up." 

Jungkook obeys with the crop right under his chin. 

"Hands on your thighs, palms up."

The order would have been unnecessary as his hands would have found their resting position naturally. It still feels so much better when you give him the official order. 

"Mhm." 

You inspect the position of them, deciding that his left hand needs fixing. You spank his palm gently. 

Jungkook fixes it quickly, sending you a hopeful look afterwards. 

"Better." 

You study him again. The harness looks beautiful in the front. The horizontal rib cage strap continues, now serving as support for three smaller straps. The two which cross in the back and one in the middle of them. There are even more delicate pieces between them, serving as the perfect frame for his sculpted pecs. They look strong and muscular on normal days, but look especially defined once he puts this harness on. 

The strap in the middle leads up his sternum, past the valleys of his pecs and ending in an intricately done collar. One thick part, coated by soft black fur on the side which touches his skin, another layer of a small strap of leather on which the last layer of leather sits. They are held together by silver eyelets and in the front you can choose to attach a leash on a silver ring. There were five more rings on the chest piece, serving for multiple bondage positions or if you decide to tie him to one of your many and very lovely constructions. 

You trace his pecs, flicking the tip of the crop over his nipple. Jungkook straightens his back and exhales shakily, widening his eyes. 

"You seem very determined to be my toy tonight", you say, moving on to his other nipple for symmetry.

Jungkook sighs, squirming just enough that it wouldn’t earn him a spank for moving too much. 

"Now tell me, sweet boy. Why should I play with you?" 

"Please?" 

You laugh, giving his cheek a soft slap with the crop. 

"That is not an acceptable reason." 

Jungkook places his hands on the floor beside your feet and leans down. He kisses your shoes, making sure to place the kisses right on the tips of them.

"I will serve you so well, my Queen", he says, keeping his face lowered to your feet. 

He truly knows how to push your buttons. This sight is oh so wonderful. 

"So you believe that you will serve my needs? I have high standards for my toys, I’m not easily pleased." 

Jungkook lowers his head, resting his face on the floor between your feet. 

"I won’t disappoint you, my Queen." 

"Yes?" you trace his spine with the riding crop, "and if you will, are you ready to carry the punishment?" 

"Yes, I will carry it."

"Good. Kiss my feet again, go on thank your Queen." 

"Thank you my Queen", he says, kissing your right foot. First your shoe then your instep. 

"I am being gracious, toy. Not many get this honour", you tell him.

He moves to your left one, breathing shakily.

"I'm forever in your debt", he says, kissing the tip of your shoe, "thank you so much, my Queen", he kisses your instep, "thank you for your grace."

He keeps his head lowered afterwards, waiting for your answer. 

"Good. Now sit up." 

Jungkook obeys, placing his hands palms-up on his thighs. He lifts his head, giving you his most obedient bunny eyes. 

"Mhhm, sweet", you decide about his face, taking his cheeks between your fingers. You squeeze them, moving his head left and right to inspect it.  

He put lots of effort into his hair. He could have let it be down after the shower he took, but Jungkook is a thorough and detail-oriented sub. So his hair is styled perfectly again, side-parted and held up by mousse and gel. He has just gotten his undercut done, so the neatness of it adds to the overall clean appearance of his hair. You also know that he put effort into his eyebrows. You once told him that you liked them a lot and now Jungkook makes sure to keep them perfectly styled for you each time you and him play professionally. His skin is soft, feeling like silk under your fingertips. So he made sure to shave as well. Not that Jungkook gets a lot of beard anyway, but he still made the effort. And that is what makes him so attractive. He made an effort. He wants to show you that he wants to look his best when it is time to play. And this effort turns you on so much. 

"You look very handsome, toy. I can see that a lot of effort went into it." 

He beams at you, falling out of his role to give you a genuine reaction. 

"I want to be handsome for you." 

"You are. The most handsome." 

"Thank you, Mommy", he whispers, glowing in pride.

"Now", you let go of his cheeks to take a step back, "how am I supposed to play with you?" 

Jungkook straightens his back, forcing his face to return to seriousness. 

"I can take everything, my Queen." 

"Yes?" 

Obviously everything was still within the borders of his comfort zone and because he knows that you have great knowledge and unbreakable respect of said borders he felt comfortable enough to say such a big word. 

"Everything is a big word, toy." 

"I am hardworking."

He makes you laugh. 

"I can see that. You are very diligent", you say, caressing his soft cheeks. 

You squeeze them, "mhm", you slap them gently. 

It is enough to make Jungkook gasp. 

"Very well. Follow me."

You turn and lead the way in elegant steps. And Jungkook knows what to do. Follow you. The order was obvious. He has to follow you…on all fours, for the order never included his right to stand up. 

You seem pleased by his proper understanding, waiting for him by the backlit glass wall. The glass was milky and in it a most detailed pattern was carved into. Lights of red and deep pinks helped put special emphasis on the work. The lights crept into the room, tainting the red wall beside the glass a lighter red and giving the ground beneath your feet a red glow to it. 

Jungkook reaches you, sitting down on his folded feet and presenting his palms to you. They are pinkish from having to crawl. 

"You have a proper understanding of words." 

"Thank you, my Queen." 

Just one last caress, his face receives. Truly, you can’t stop touching it. He is oh so handsome. Jungkook likes it so much, he feels so beautiful whenever you touch him. 

"Stand up, I want to see the rest of you." 

Jungkook follows gladly, keeping his back straightened and his hands folded in front of his crotch. 

That doesn’t please you. You give them a soft spank.

Jungkook gasps, opening them to put them on the sides of his body instead. 

"Better", you say. 

He nods his head in understanding, working diligently to keep them in their desired position. 

"Now, may I touch you?" 

"Yes, you may, my Queen." 

"Thank you." 

You step closer, placing your gloved hands on his hips. He makes sure to move his arms out of the way, still keeping them by his sides but just slightly lifted. After all, he doesn’t want to be in his Queen's way but also doesn’t want to disobey her orders. 

You seem to be pleased by his efforts, scanning his body with hungry eyes. The harness continues down his torso. One thick strap, around two inches of width and attached to the rib cage strap. It parted his sculpted abs, casting deep shadows on his muscles and making them appear stronger. You trace along the belt, giving yourself time to trace each of his individual muscles. They feel hard under your fingertips, contrasting with the silkiness of his skin. The valley between them is deep, letting you know that Jungkook must have done something to get them so defined. 

It pleases you. He is truly such a thorough sub. He must have done a few sit-ups and put oil on them before visiting you to make sure that he can give you his best self. 

"Very handsome. I like your muscles a lot", you praise him, feeling him tense under you. The effect is instant, the valleys carve deeper into his skin, the mountains of his muscles grow and along his lowest ribs, muscles appear in well-defined streaks. 

"Very good, oh how very pleasing", you say, feeling up his ribs before letting your gloved palms run down his sides. 

Jungkook shudders, forcing his abs to relax. You don’t mind, he still looks mouth wateringly handsome. 

You have reached his hips again, making sure to hold him with a certain pressure. 

You let your eyes flit up, realising that Jungkook kept his eyes focused on the glass wall. 

"Eyes on me."

His eyes flit to you instantly. 

"May I take off your pants?" 

"Yes you may, my Queen."

"Thank you", you give him a smile, one he retorts, ""now eyes back on the wall until I tell you otherwise." 

Jungkook obeys with a nod of his head. 

The harness disappears in his pants, letting you know that he attached a hip piece tonight. The thought is most exciting. 

You pull the strings open, dancing your hands back to his hips. You let him wait for just one second, watching his face for a reaction. He is impatient, but does an incredible job hiding it. 

You look back at his hips and hook your fingers in his pants. You tug them down carefully, making sure his semi-hard cock wouldn’t be hurt.

His breathing quickens in excitement. Your mouth waters. 

He styled himself for you, shaving the parts which would have looked too messy for him otherwise and trimming the rest. He kept the prettiest of happy trails too, knowing very well how obsessed you are with it. 

Right now it is covered by the strap of his harness. Said harness ends in a big metal ring, currently sitting snug around Jungkook's cock and balls. 

"Look at that. So handsome", you murmur, watching his cock throb at the praise. 

You round him, keeping your gloved hands on his hips. The harness sadly stops at the cockring, but truly ends in a delicate metal chain. It is fixed on a small ring on the cockring, spanning itself to the back of his body before disappearing between his buttocks. 

You grab said buttocks and part them, revealing the end of the chain. His rim, neatly shaved and glistening in the remnants of the lube. The chain disappears inside of it, making you wonder just what he chose tonight. 

The harness truly was a blessing. Jungkook could exchange the lower part to his liking. There was the simple cockring option, the cockring and buttplug option, the cockring with anallock option and the option of cockring with three perfectly shaped analbeads. There is of course an option without any kind of attachment, but instead it is an intricate webbing of straps and belts meant to frame his thighs and ass, it’s your favourite whenever you peg him because you can grab it and pull his ass back on your strap remorselessly. But the option of choosing you allow Jungkook to have. He can choose whatever he craves that night and it is always a surprise most thrilling to you.

You know exactly what option he chose tonight. 

"Anal beads", you observe, closing his buttocks to squeeze his hips instead, "tell me, toy. Is someone trying to be stuffed?" 

"Yes, my Queen."

"Mhm", you trace the chain, keeping your left hand pressed to his lower stomach so he couldn’t flee. Not that Jungkook would ever flee, on the contrary, he is having the hardest time not to arch into your touch. 

"Was it hard to get them inside, mhm?" 

"Yes, my Queen. The middle one was so big." 

"It was big you say?" you trace the chain all the way back to his hole, outlining the part where it disappears inside of him, "and yet I don’t see it outside. You must have worked diligently to get it inside, mustn’t you?" 

"Yes, my Queen. I tried until I, I finally got it inside." 

"And how did it feel?" 

"Big, like I am being stretched out from the inside." 

"Mhm", you hum, pressing down on his lower stomach in sync with pressing two fingers against his rim. The balls shift inside of him, unable to slip outside because of your fingers but managing to make his muscles convulse.

"Ah", he lets out breathily, balling his hands to fists. 

"I can feel them, right there", you observe, rolling your fingers against them, "that’s them, am I correct?" 

"Yeah", he croaks, clenching his hole desperately.

"Oh?" you fake surprise, "oh, I’m sorry. Does my probing get you all needy to squeeze them out again?"

"Yes, my Q-Queen. Ah mhm", he moans softly, having to gasp for air most sweetly. 

You chuckle, slipping your fingers away.

You round him again, coming to the most pleasurable discovery that he has hardened completely by now. He is finally filling out that cockring, looking so red and swollen because of it. 

You touch him without warning, running your gloved palm up and down his veiny shaft. 

Jungkook bites his lower lip, furrowing his brows in concentration. His eyes he still keeps perfectly focused on the wall. 

"You have a perfect cock", you praise, feeling it throb in pride. 

"Thank you, my Queen", he says, sighing the words just slightly. 

You let your gaze switch between his face and his cock. The touch must feel amazing to him. 

It is not often that you use gloves to play with him. Latex gloves, medical gloves, silken gloves, even leather gloves. You keep a vast collection of them in one of your neatly integrated wall closets. Each of them hidden in their own compartment and sorted by material, colour and length. Tonight's gloves are latex, black and reaching a good two inches over your elbows. Jungkook goes crazy for the feeling of them on his skin and they are meant for special occasions only. Tonight is a special occasion so you decided and Jungkook loves the surprise with a twitch of his cock and a soft whimper. 

"How does that feel?" you taunt, swirling your wrist as your hand is wrapped around his cockhead. 

He breathes heavily, making sounds as he does. With a vigorous nod of his head he lets you know that this right here felt like heaven.

"Yes? It feels good?" you ask. 

You let go of his cock only to place your left hand underneath it. Like this his pink tip is resting on your open palm. You trace it with the pointer finger of your right hand, making sure that you get every part of it. 

"How does that make you feel?"

"Sen-sensitive", he gets out and breathes in deeply. 

"Mhm." 

You place the open palm of your right hand on top of his cockhead and then rub your hands up and down slowly. 

"What about this? I'm sure this is different." 

Jungkook breathes out with a sound, wiggling his fingers and tensing his lower abs. You watch it happening. 

"Is good", he rasps, fighting gravity with his eyelids. 

"Mhm." 

He looks so good like this. You really enjoy touching him like this because it is different than giving him just a normal handjob. You can put more pressure on him if you want to or less if he deserves to be teased. It also looks really good when Jungkook's tip appears between your hands each time you dance them back. Because each time it does, it seems to glisten more and more in his excitement. 

Jungkook gives you a falter of his position then. Just a tiny step back with his left foot and with his back losing some of its tension. It is the result of you keeping his cockhead between your two palms and moving them into opposite directions, left and right. 

"Oh?" you stop instantly, basking in him trying to fix his position panickedly in hopes you wouldn’t punish him. But you do, because it is fun and you like completely messing with his brain. 

You pull your hands away, dropping his cock. It wiggles up and down for a little before stilling, standing way too hard and way too sensitive.

Jungkook tries not to show it, but a small whimper still escapes him and as you take a look at his face you realise that he is pulling a face of disappointed agony. 

You laugh, forcing Jungkook to almost break his focused gaze just so he could check why you are laughing. 

"Tell me how close I've gotten you", you order and decide to make it harder for him by placing your palms on his chest and flicking your gloved fingers over his nipples. They harden instantly. 

"Very…close", he struggles with his words because of how good your touch feels. 

Jungkook didn’t always have sensitive nipples. He liked it when people licked them or rolled them between their fingers, but he couldn’t say that stimulation on them would seriously turn him on. You are different. He hasn’t figured out yet what kind of dark magic you used on him, but ever since a few months his nipples have become so sensitive that your current touch feels like electricity on his skin. It snakes down his torso until it hugs his cock in tingles and aches for more. 

There was also this one night in your caravan by the ocean where you made Jungkook cum solely by playing with his nipples and talking to him. Such evenings would have never been possible in his past, but with you they are. 

"Very close you say", your voice pulls him back from his sweet memories to his even sweeter reality. 

Jungkook nods his head, biting down on his lower lip. He is going to cum. If you keep touching him for only a few more minutes he is going to cum. 

"Mhm, yeah. Well, I’m sorry I did", your remorse is feigned and laced with glee, "if I knew you were close, I would have continued." 

You pull your hands away, leaving Jungkook to chase you in a small arch of his back. 

"Ah", he lets out, sounding sad as he does. 

You grin, placing your hands on his hips. You know you could have made him cum. But you don’t want him to cum yet. He has to give you more before that could happen. 

You wrap your hand around his cock. 

"Follow me", you say, dragging him with you by his hard cock. 

Jungkook follows with a needy moan rolling off his tongue, touching your upper arms because if he gets needy from edging his hands always seem to magically reach out for you. Truly it is the sweetest yet most tragic phenomenon. Although you are the cruel Queen denying him his heaven, his instincts are still to find refuge in your hands. Dependency on the one person who gives him such agony. Truly, it is such a sweet tragedy.

You let go of his cock now that you have reached the bed. 

The bed fills up a good portion of the room, but it doesn’t look too big. The room is spacious enough for it. And while it may not look too massive, it still demands attention. It was made out of wood, dark as ebony and with a layer of gloss varnish so it could reflect the lights. The frame was sturdy and with intricately carved bedposts reaching up to the ceiling. Said posts had not only an aesthetic purpose but a practical as well. They served as the anchor of your bondage rings. Rope, chains, leather belts. One could secure the ties of their liking to them. 

The mattress was firm, but soft enough to make it comfortable on the back. There weren’t any blankets on them, nor was there any normal bedding. The mattress was covered in a red pvc sheet, waterproof and just sticky enough on the skin that getting sweaty and dirty on it feels incredible. You and Jungkook decided on such a sheet because you grew terribly annoyed by having to get lube or cum or squirt stains out of your good linen sheets. These days you just have to wipe them down after a session, disinfect them and make sure they are tugged in neatly. You can obviously change colours too and mostly you alternate between red and black, depending on the scene you want to play. 

You turn around, facing Jungkook. With your hands on his hips you situate him in front of the foot end of the bed.

"Sit." 

Jungkook obeys with a push of your hands, mewling most needily because sitting down not only makes his thighs squeeze his balls but also because the weight of his body shifts the anal beads in his ass. 

He looks up at you with his sweaty palms resting face up on his thighs. 

You give him a harsh push, making him fall on the mattress with a groan. It messes up his hair at the back.

Now it is to working quickly. Without showing him an ounce of respect, you pick up his legs and spread them only to set them down on the mattress harshly. 

Jungkook squirms from left to right, giving you an excited mewl. He is so exposed now. The pressure on his ass is sadly gone, but he is so exposed that the thrill of being eyed up by you makes up for the loss of stimulation.

He feels cuffs around his ankles. They jingle as you secure them. Jungkook wants to look but doesn’t dare. He is damned to fight for air and wait for the revelation. 

You close the cuff around his left ankle first. It matches the choker in style. Black leather with fur touching his skin and multiple layers of perfectly cute leather straps held together by silver eyelets. But they weren’t normal cuffs, they were part of one of your favourite constructions. You close the cuff around his right ankle and then it is already time for said construction to work its magic. 

You lift his legs with the help of it, forcing it into the view of Jungkook. 

He moans loudly, furrowing his brows in desperation. 

A spreader bar.

With a smirk on your lips you open his legs and Jungkook can listen in delight as the bar locks into place on the furthest apart setting. 

He feels the stretch it forces him to do. It doesn't hurt, but he still feels it. In his legs, his inner thighs especially. It feels warm and creeps down its teasing fingers until it reaches his cock and makes it twitch.

"Comfortable?" you make sure. 

"Yeah", he croaks. 

You prepared ropes on the bondage rings tonight. They were black of colour to match the overall aesthetic. You secure them on the outer rings of the spreader bar, making sure that the knot was tight and secure enough that if Jungkook began wiggling and fighting, his restraints wouldn’t open and accidentally drop his legs and hurt him. 

You secure them in a height which would make his legs bend by his knees just enough to make the constant stretch more comfortable. It also helps with giving better access to his ass and cock. Not that access is difficult in the first place. Jungkook is exposed. Oh he is exposed. He can’t hide, he can’t escape your looks and he especially can’t flee from your touches. There is one setting on the spreader bar which at least lets Jungkook hide away slightly by squeezing his knees together. But that is the first setting, this right here is as far as the bar can go and Jungkook can’t even wiggle his legs nor can he find secrecy by pressing his knees together. He is yours now. Your artwork to inspect. 

You take a step back and stay silent. You know Jungkook is affected by your silence, which is why you do it as you inspect his body. 

The soles of his feet are exposed to you. They are clean and look to be relaxed right now. His legs seem to be relaxed as well, using the well done support of the bondage ropes to find comfort. His cock and balls look so good in that position. You like how his balls blend into his cock, it fascinates you and makes you so happy to have him as your husband. He truly has the sexiest cock. 

You especially love how the chain on the cockring wanders down to his asshole. It digs into his skin in the position, reddening it slightly. 

It is also beyond fascinating just how tight and tiny his hole looks now that only a chain is filling it up. Now, you are aware that his insides are getting the stretch of their lifetime, but it is oh so arousing to know just how tight his rim will still be. While he might be stretched out inside, his sweet, little rim gets nothing. It turns you on so much. 

"Now you finally look like the sextoy you are", you break the silence, forcing a throb through his cock. 

Jungkook begins breathing heavily when he hears the clicking of your heels. It means you are coming closer again. 

The bed shakes beside his head. 

"Look at me." 

Jungkook obeys, moaning softly because of the view. You are sitting at the right edge of the bed, having chosen a position which exposes your ass to his eyes. The black lace has disappeared between your buttocks, giving view to your bared skin. The view is making him weak.

"Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?" you ask him.

"Yes please", he begs. 

"Well, first we have to get rid of your anal beads. Don’t we?" 

Jungkook mewls, staring at your ass. You are so sexy. Jungkook is so obsessed with the view.

"Then we have to test just how sensitive your prostate is. So I'll stick a vibe up your ass. Eyes on my face", you say and with the help of your riding crop you give his cheek a soft slap. 

Jungkook gasps and flinches, looking at you quickly. His eyes are widened cutely.

You keep the riding crop pressed against his cheek and continue talking.

"I'll stuff you with a vibe and we are going to test out just how sensitive you are. Right? We are going to test it out together, won’t we?" 

"Yes, my Queen", he croaks, fluttering his lashes at you. He is so turned on that he feels dizzy. It turns him on so much when you describe what you will do to him. He knows that you do it so he could say if he wants it or not, but it doesn’t matter to him. For him it feels as if you are jerking him off with nothing but your voice and words. 

"Very good", you caress his cheek, "and while we test it out, we have to test out something else too…", you trail off, gazing at his lips. 

You begin tracing them with the crop. 

"...we'll have to see if your tongue is any good."

Jungkook mewls, parting his lips. He could deepthroat that riding crop right here and now. You would just have to shove it down his throat as far as possible and Jungkook would suck it as if it was your strap. He is so hungry. So fucking horny.

"You may ask yourself how we will test it out, now that you are constrained like such a…" you falter, scrunching your nose up in feigned distaste, "...slut." 

His cock throbs. Yes he is. He is your slut. Jungkook agrees. He is such a slut. Just for you. He is your slutty sextoy. Your exposed, tied down, slutty sextoy. 

"But it will be easy", you say and smile, "I'll just sit on your face. I'm sure you can do that for me. Can you, toy?" 

"Yes my Queen", he rasps with his voice so terribly strained. 

Your face lights up in pride. 

"I am very happy to hear that. Oh, you are truly hardworking."

"T-thank you", he croaks, squirming. The praise feels as if you just sunk down on his cock. That’s how it makes him feel. As if you just stopped jerking him off to fuck him hard instead. His cock throbs the same way too, letting a few droplets of precum escape. 

"Now. Do you have any questions before we get started?" 

Jungkook gulps. 

"Come on, don’t be shy. Speak your mind, toy." 

"Can, can I…have a kiss?" 

You chuckle, "those are some high demands." 

Jungkook flutters his lashes at you cutely. 

"Fine", you give in, "you're so cute." 

You lean in for a kiss, cradling his cheek most lovingly in your palm. Jungkook is in heaven, kissing you back with his heart fluttering so intensely one could believe this right here was the first ever kiss you and him shared. But it’s not, he just loves you so much and your kisses are epic.

You pull back with a loving giggle, caressing his cheekbone. You keep closer for now, making Jungkook gaze at you with sparkly eyes. 

"Are you having fun, Bunny?" you ask him in a whisper.

"Yes, so much. You?" he whispers back.

"Me too, I’m having so much fun." 

He beams at you happily, scrunching his nose up.

"Now", you give his cheek a soft nudge, "let's get started. Are you ready to get unplugged, toy?" 

He mewls squeakily, carrying devastated arousal in his pretty eyes. 

"I'm sure you are. Mhm? It must be so uncomfortable to walk around oh so stuffed and filled up." 

Jungkook writhes. There you are again, railing him with just your words. 

"N-no." 

"No? And why is that?" 

"I'm a, a slutty toy." 

You chuckle, straightening up. 

"I see", you laugh, "now I feel bad for unplugging you." 

"It's okay my Queen." 

"Yes?" 

He nods his head, "I wanna be open for you." 

You tingle. While Jungkook feels totally fucked by just your words, you yourself feel oh so ruined by having him talk like this. He may not be inside of you right now, but hearing him talk about how happy he is to please you feels as if he was scrambling your insides with his cock. It makes walking in those heels difficult because all you want to do is fall to your knees while his cock is under you and you are on his lap, naked. 

"So you wanna be open for me?" you repeat, tracing his legs until you reach his sensitive crotch area.

Jungkook rolls his hips up and exhales shakily.  

"Why don’t we make it a little easier?" you suggest as you reach for a bottle of lube. You open it and let a gracious amount trickle all over his balls and ass. Goosebumps cover his skin at the sensation.

"Ah", Jungkook lets out, squirming his hips. 

"It's cold, I know. But it'll warm up real soon", you assure him, placing the bottle aside for now. 

You connect your gloved hands with his body, rubbing the lube all over his parts most sensitive. You make sure that some gets on his cock too, jerking it off slowly while your left fingers massage along the chain. 

"Fuck", he lets out in a whisper and a glance at his face lets you know that he was in heaven right now. His eyes are closed, his lips are parted. He looks so handsome when you touch him.

You connect your fingers with his rim and apply a little pressure. Jungkook's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He exhales with a sound rattling in his throat. 

"Are you nervous? I'm sure your poor, tight rim isn’t ready for the stretch at all", you taunt all while running your gloved hand up and down his veiny shaft. 

"I, I…" he resorts to sighing sweetly, rolling his head to the side. 

"Mhm. Don’t worry, I’m going to be careful", you say and insert your pointer finger into him.

His eyes open, his lower back lifts from the mattress. 

"Hhm", he lets out, retorting to squeaking out sounds afterwards. 

You are feeling him up, searching for the beads. You find them, tickling them with your fingertip.

"Found them", you say, pushing against them, "there they are. Oh? They shifted so far up. Can you feel that? Can you feel how deep your greedy asshole swallowed them?" 

Jungkook groans, closing his eyes after allowing them to roll back. 

"Oh, getting them out will be a task. It’s like you don’t even want to give them up", you taunt, pushing and probing against them until Jungkook wants to scream. 

You are right. He is tight. He is so, so tight. Your finger shouldn’t feel that thick right now, but it does. It feels oh so thick. Slick as well. Slick from the lube and the latex. That combination feels like fire on his skin.

"Fuck", he has to curse again, shuddering when you pull out. He clenches around nothing, aching for another feel of your finger. 

"Enough playing around. Let's see if we can help you get rid of that terrible burden", you say, twisting your finger in the chain to pull. 

"Oh, oh god", Jungkook tenses up.

"Relax, I can’t pull it out like that", you say, trying a second time. 

"Fuck, I'm trying", he says and exhales, relaxing his muscles as he does. 

"There we go, that’s better. Oh look at that, here comes the first one", you say and just as Jungkook feels that deep, deep stretch you twist your gloved hand around his cockhead. 

"A-ah", Jungkook croaks, clenching around the ball desperately. It heightens just how intensely he feels the stretch. 

A wet sound. Immense pressure. Then nothing. Jungkook shudders, croaking out a weak moan.

"Look at that", you rasp, chuckling tauntingly, "you were quite the fighter, but we are done. First one is out." 

He mewls. 

"Mhm, I know. Ready for the second one?" 

"So ready", he rasps, trying and failing to roll his hips up. 

The tug is rough but placed with care. Oh, you know exactly what you are doing. Jungkook is shuddering, trying and failing to buck his hips up. That spreader bar…it’s making wiggling around so difficult.

“Holy fuck”, he whispers. The toy feels so big.

“Not long anymore, don’t give up now toy”, you encourage him with a twist of your wrist.

Jungkook reacts in a shudder and an involuntary clench of his lower abs. The lubed up ball slips out of his ass, leaving him oh so empty.

“See? Easy”, your voice is saccharine, lulling Jungkook into the aching need to be good.

“Again my Queen”, he begs, “please wanna be so open.”

“I can see that you’re getting sluttier for me”, you taunt, rewarding his cock with a squeeze of your fingers. You run your thumb right along his frenulum when you begin tugging at the chain again.

Your eyes are locked on him. The lube is covering the chain oh so well, wet and glimmering in the lights. It is mesmerising just how it moves in his hole as you pull it out. How something so delicate houses just something so big. You can see it coming, feel it too as Jungkook begins throbbing in your hand again.

More and more his pink hole is stretching. More and more he opens up for you.

Jungkook’s breath hitches.

The ball slips out hastily, leaving behind a terribly sensitive looking hole and a shaking Jungkook.

“That’s it”, you rasp, placing the anal beads on the mattress, “now you are all empty.”

You feed his hole two of your fingers as a reward, scissoring them to get a good feel of how open he is for you.

“B-break”, he croaks.

“Break”, you repeat, retreating your hands instantly, “want to be let down too?”

“No just”, he takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut. Another deep breath then a curse, “I wanna fucking cum”, he whines.

You laugh, touching him instantly.

“Now that is not a reason to need a break, toy. Come now, I’ve taught you better than this”, you play with his cock in an almost punishing manner, torturing his hole with deep thrusts right out of your wrist, “you wanna cum? Then do a better job at holding back.”

“Fuck, you’re so cruel”, he keens, stretching his arms above his head for something to grip onto.

Something.

Please anything.

His fingers find nothing than the sticky fabric of the covers. They try to twist it as best as possible. It makes a tiny squeaking sound. It is almost inaudible in the room, nothing but background noise. After all, why would he concentrate on something as miniscule as fabric sounds now that the familiar buzzing of his favourite vibrator is making the air around him shake?

You watch how he twists more of the fabric, how his chest begins heaving up and down in almost ragged breaths, how his eyes seem to scrunch closed.

“You know that sound don’t you?” you ask him sweetly, touching his inner thigh with the toy. You draw slow circles on it, basking in all the goosebumps and shivers that elicits from him.

He nods his head vigorously, clenching around your digits.

“You also know what that means, don’t you?”

He nods his head again.

“Then tell me.”

“I, I can’t cum without your p-permission.”

Jungkook can’t see it, but your lips are curling into an almost menacing smile. Your eyes gain a certain fire to them. Dark and taunting. You lift your head just slightly, looking down at your eager toy with pride in your chest.

“Good job, he remembers the rules. Let’s see if he can actually obey them.”

You slip your fingers out only to replace them with the thick shaft of the vibrator. Jungkook’s hole swallows it up in one go.

“Holy fuck, my Queen you’re literally- fuck”, he gasps then moans and for the first time tonight he actually tugs on his restraints. With eager wiggles of his hips and jerks of his knees he is fighting them, making the bondage rings clatter.

“Oh? Look at you fighting” you laugh, “it seems your prostate is very sensitive.”

Jungkook answers you in a throaty moan. His fingers twist more of the fabric.

“That’s exactly how I like my toys”, you say and once you are sure that the toy will stay inside of him without slipping out, you step back.

For just a few seconds let him rest. Just for a little bit you watch him as he twitches and squirms and trembles. His thighs, thick from muscle, are shaking, fighting the restraints fruitlessly. His toes are tensing and wiggling each time he is trying to roll his ankles just to fail. His cock, oh his pretty cock, so red and swollen, throbs between his thighs, leaking stringy arousal which gets smeared all over his trimmed pubes and plumb balls.

He groans then. Loud and drawn out.

Click.

You turned the vibrator off for now, giving his body a break.

“Fuck, thank.”

“Don’t thank me too soon. This is only to make sure that you don’t disobey me. You’ll thank me now, but hate me later”, you say, rounding the bed.

You keep a safe grasp around your remote as you climb on top, calling Jungkook’s attention by touching his sweaty stomach.

He peels his heavy eyelids open, rolling his head to the side in order to look at you. His gaze is hazy, his lips can’t seem to close as shaky breaths swirl over his tongue.

“Ready for your other test?” you ask.

Jungkook fixes the position of his head so he would be resting on the back of it. He swallows, no, gulps. Then a tilt back, revealing his chiseled neck to your eyes.

“So ready”, he rasps, licking his lips in anticipation.

“Such a good toy”, you praise and turn the vibrations back on.

Jungkook gasps, furrows his brows, parts his lips. His conviction to impress you with his tongue is crumbling, all he wants to do is moan for you. But he can’t. He can hear you undress and watch you climb on top him.

He flutters his lashes at you, groaning when you trip all over his face now that you are right above him. It lands on his nose and parts of his cheeks. Hot and wet, seeping out your pussy like the sweetest nectar. Jungkook is trembling at the scent and the view. He really hit the jackpot, didn’t he?

“Like the view?” you taunt, wiggling your hips.

“Yeah”, he croaks.

You place your hands on his stomach for support.

“Then get useful.”

You sit down on him, smothering him with your cunt so deeply Jungkook can do nothing more than groan and mewl. He is struggling for a few moments, trying to find a rhythm. His lips are eager to suck and kiss while his tongue is oh so greedy for a taste. It is a messy battle. One that his eager tongue wins in the end. With fast flicks and hungry curls it feasts on your pussy.

“Good, very good, toy”, you praise, “make your hands useful too.”

Almost clumsily he grips you, no, gropes you. Your legs first then up to your hips, your waist and down your legs again. His touch is strong. His fingers have one sole goal, digging themselves into your soft flesh as deeply as possible. You want him to be useful? He will. He will be so fucking useful that you will feel his touch even hours after he stopped giving it to you.

You make it harder then by swallowing his cock in its entirety.

Jungkook rips his eyes open, mewls into you. He can’t. Breathe. Function. Think. Exist. You decide. It is all of them. Jungkook is feeling weak. Having his cock down your throat was his defeat.

“Toy”, your harsh voice tugs him back, “keep that tongue moving will you?”

Jungkook whimpers, squeezing tears out of his glassy eyes. He tries to move again, curl it against your entrance, lick your folds, grind it against your clit. He hasn’t even noticed that he stopped, not when you fucked his cock so good and not when his prostate is close to bursting from the vibrations.

He hopes with the painful mewl he lets out that you’ll know.

I’m going to fucking cum.

He hopes you’ll know. He is literally begging for it.

Please, just one break.

Jungkook whimpers, pressing your pussy closer while his temples are getting wet from his streaming tears.

Please, I don’t want to disobey you.

Your throat closes around his cockhead. Hard and tight.

Jungkook actually scratches down your lower back and buttocks, leaving behind a burning sensation.

Click.

The pain is fiery. He was so close that getting his high denied feels like torture right now. Just one second earlier and he would have thanked you. Now? Now he is left fighting the spreader bar while his cock is throbbing in fresh air and his hole is clenching desperately.

You lift your pussy from his face, wanting to give him a moment of air. Jungkook however, pulls you right back, sobbing into you while his mouth is frenching your cunt. This is his prayer for mercy, his way of trying to convince you to please start the vibrator again. Snotty, teary-eyed and covered in your juices he is begging for more even if seconds earlier he begged for less of it.

“You’re fucking amazing”, you press out and moan loudly. Your thumb grazes the power button on the remote. One gentle push and the soft buzz of the vibrator is ringing in the air. Jungkook moans into your pussy, pressing you closer. His arms are wrapped around you, caging in your thighs, which gives you the perfect feel of his thick muscles flexing and relaxing as he is giving you the best tongue fuck ever. His hands, clammy and hot are resting on your lower back, fingertips tickling the beginning of your ass while every so often tensing enough that you can feel his nails scratch over your skin. 

“That’s it, keep going. Just keep going”, you encourage him, taking him back inside your wet mouth.

You weren’t actually planning on sucking him off, but sitting so on top of your favourite throne made you want to give him the best and sloppiest blowjob he has ever gotten. He just looks way too good when he is so exposed in that perfect spreader bar.

You sink down on him, gagging not because you have to but because you want to. And because gagging makes you drool oh so much around him that it runs all over his dark pubes and swollen balls and that sight is one to get addicted to.

With your gloved fingers wrapped around the base of his hard cock, you stick your tongue out just to let the spit trip all over him. Wet and stringy it webs itself all around his pink cockhead before winding down his veiny shaft.

“So fucking messy”, you growl, “you’re looking like such a slut.”

Jungkook fucking mewls underneath you, sucking on your pussy with such eagerness on could believe he wanted to swallow you whole.

Click.

The vibrations stop. His sucking stops, replaced by trembling lips and a faltering tongue.

You watch with sparkling eyes as his cock throbs and how his precum joins your saliva. Now you have him where you want him. Fucking soiled by both of your juices. Wet and ready for another taste. You gather the slip with your fingers and begin jerking off his shaft. The latex glides over his skin easily, covered oh so prettily in your spit and his desperation.

Click.

Jungkook’s entire body jerks underneath you, his nails leave deep scratches down your lower back, his lips quiver before taking on their rhythm again.

To make matters even more difficult for him, you take his weeping cockhead back into your mouth, sucking on it until your cheeks are falling in. Your hand obviously still jerks of his pulsating shaft, going in synch with the bops of your head.

This is it. This is the kind of sloppy blowjob your perfect sextoy deserves. All of your skills and tricks. Jungkook may know just how well you can suck his cock, but that doesn’t mean that you always dish out your entire skills whenever you go down on him. No, the entire range is reserved for special nights, the kind of nights which you want to stay as the wettest memories in his mind. The kind of memories which will whisper to him, haunt him, torture him in the most inappropriate situations until he can’t take it anymore and the only relief he can find is right between your legs.

Tonight is such a night. It may have started off as a boring Plus One dinner situation, but that doesn’t mean that it has to end that way. After all, having to spend oh so many hours next to Jungkook is his tailored suit with his hair perfectly styled and his neck smelling of his cologne has left you so fucking needy that you want to scream. The dinner may have been boring, but Jungkook still looked so attractive handling all those difficult business decisions and maybe that is also why you secretly love being his Plus One to such evenings. Because Jungkook is hot when he works and he is even hotter when you can get him all worked up in his business clothes.

“Fucking shit”, you groan, breaking away from his throbbing cock now that you have to throw your head back, “Jungkook you fucking slut, urgh fuck”, you growl, squeezing your eyes shut.

With eager madness in your grip you jerk him off. It should motivate him to keep going, but makes him twitch oh so desperately. His voice sounds broken, vibrating against your pussy. He is sucking on your clit, drowning in your taste. 

"Yes fuck", you groan, grinding back into him, "you're such a good toy. Fuck. Now." 

Jungkook expected you to cum, however he didn’t expect you to squirt all over his face. He isn’t complaining, on the contrary, he is weeping in gratefulness, licking and kissing your weeping cunt until even the last of your deep trembles have shook your entire body.

He is aching because despite just how out of control you seemed, you remembered to turn off the vibrator, knowing very well that having you orgasm is one of the biggest triggers for him. So Jungkook is left burning up in desperation as you cum all over his face while he is dancing on the edge.

You roll off of him after your high, turning quickly just to twist his soaked hair.

“You perfect, fucking toy”, your voice sounds demonic, your pupils are blow out racing over his wet features, “look at you. You look like such a slut.”

Jungkook gasps for air, feeling dizzy from the tug.

You lift the remote into his field of vision and make him watch as you turn the vibrator on again.

“Ah”, he lets out.

Higher. Jungkook watches in both panic and gratefulness as you turn the vibrator on the second setting.

The third.

The fourth.

“Oh- oh, oh, oh, please”, he squeaks out.

His face is contorting into a grimace of total desperation. The rings are creaking and groaning now that his legs are wiggling oh so much.

“I want you to cum. Now.”

Jungkook rips his mouth open and cums.

You feel it on your face because Jungkook manages to shoot his cum so far up, it not only covers his entire sweaty torso but your face and collarbones as well.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck”, the chant is endless, becoming more and more pitiful when that sweet fire of pleasure turns into the clawing fire of overstimulation, “fuck, oh fuck, fuck, ah, ah, fuck, ah”, he is squeaking, sounding helpless.

“Again”, you growl, wrapping your hand around his cock while twisting his hair, “you slut are going to cum until you're milked dry.”

Jungkook chokes on his sob, managing to spill his drool all over his chin like a messy toy. It is the best view you have ever had the honour to look at.

One twist of your gloved hand around his blush cockhead and Jungkook does what he is meant to do.

Orgasm.

Hard and long.

He drools, shakes, cries. Words? They don’t exist in his vocabulary anymore. He is dumb, stupid, brainless right now. Nothing but a vessel for cum and the enjoyment you gain out of seeing him suffer.

And so it happens that Jungkook orgasms a third time with a broken wail of your name and his fingernails almost breaking through the fabric of the covers. And so it happens that you jerk him off and let his prostate throb against the harsh vibrations until his cock stops leaking his creamy cum and in return leaks the translucent goodness of too much stimulation. It covers most of his lower stomach, but reaches far up to his collarbones as well.

“Yes”, you growl.

"Pleasnfneplease", Jungkook is weeping like a little boy, shaking uncontrollably until finally – oh fucking finally – you stop the vibrations.

"Holy fuck!" he yelps, hitting the mattress with his head, "fuck, fuck. Fuck."

A deep groan follows, his arms slack against the sheets, his fingers lose their grip.

"There we go", you soothe him, "now you're all done."

You set his cock down gently, soothing him by running your hands right through the mess he made on his torso.

“Take a deep breath”, you tell him, knowing very well that Jungkook is currently forgetting to breathe.

He does so sparsely, convulsing in a tremor of his body.

“Can you talk to me?” you speak to him slowly, smoothing through his hair.

“Barely”, he croaks.

“That’s fine, can you listen?”

“Yeah.”

“Try to keep breathing and relax. I will first take out the vibe and then undo the restraints. I’ll go slow so don’t worry.”

He nods his head, fluttering his closed eyelids.

You work slowly and carefully. You may have acted like the cruel Queen during the play, but once those roles drop you want to make sure that he can come down as safely as possible. Because tonight was a special night and special nights leave Jungkook so deep in subspace that going anything but slow would seriously mess him up.

You speak to him softly as you place his legs down, running your hands along them until he knows that he is safe and sound and that he is allowed to move if he feels the need to do so. He does. He just kind of stretches them out before letting them plop down and therefore tangle over the edge of the bed.

After taking off your gloves it is time to clean him up. Jungkook needs to feel your real, unaltered touch in order to come back safely. The gloves would only be counterproductive right now. He needs your hands and soft palms and you are so happy to give them to him as you wipe down the mess he made.

The last step of getting him back safely is running your fingers through his hair until he finally feels ready enough to open his eyes.

And like always after a special night those eyes are filled with tears and immense love. You exchange a fond smile and then like always you cup his cheek.

“How are you doing?”

“Safe”, he whispers.

“You are”, you promise him, caressing his cheekbone, “you know that you did amazing right now, don’t you?”

He nods his head, blushing.

“Good boy”, you praise, kissing his sweaty forehead, “now, tell me. Any aches I haven’t taken care of yet? Something else you need?”

“Nothing hurts”, he assures you and sighs, “holy fuck, thank you. This was amazing."

You smile, “I had so much fun too.”

“Mommy”, he reaches for your hand.

“Yes, Bunny?”

“Can we take a bath together, please?”

“Of course, everything my Bunny needs.”

You wrap him in his aftercare bathrobe, guiding him to the bathroom while he is hugging you with wobbly knees. The bath is prepared quickly and just moments later Jungkook is sitting between your legs while you rub shampoo into his hair and kiss his neck until the water turns cold. You help him dry off and blow dry his hair for him, keeping it fluffy and messy which earns him one big smooch on his lips. 

Then you feed him a few nuts to gain back a little bit of energy and share two bottles of water with him and after brushing your teeth together it is finally time for Jungkook to find his safe sleeping space in your arms.

You are matching. Linen pyjamas with long pants but short sleeved shirts. Jungkook is currently nestled into your chest, inhaling the scent of you while you comb your fingers through his soft hair.

His thumb is playing with his wedding ring mindlessly, twirling it on his ring finger. He looks at it for a second, smiling, then he snuggles into you, closing his eyes in the process.

He falls asleep after whispering an “I love you” to you and listening to you answering him with a hushed “I love you too, so much”.​​

#jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook oneshot #jungkook scenario #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #sub!jungkook #ceo!jungkook #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts oneshot #bts scenario #bts x reader #bts x you #sub!bts #ceo!bts #bangtan smut #bangtan fanfic #bangtan fanfiction #bangtan oneshot #bangtan scenario #bangtan x reader #bangtan x you #sub!bangtan #fanfic: aaol

[serene-sun]

Some rain ghoul hc’s

He’s exactly like foo fighters from Jjba like he ALWAYS carry’s a big ass cup or bottle of water around with him or he will shrivel up and it will not be good…

Baby boy fell asleep on the bus without taking a long (soaking water) shower and woke up at 4 am DRY AS SAND. he RAN to the kitchen and drank straight from the sink, it woke Swiss and aether up, and it takes a bomb to wake Swiss up.

“Damn boy you thirsty” Swiss would tease, his hair a mess, standing in the kitchen half naked still confused of what’s going on.

Their abilities vanish every solar eclipse, and it suuuuuucks for rain. He hates feeling dry, he hates having an itchy scalp and now his skin gets all soggy and wrinkly while swimming, plus he has to actually swim above water!! He remembers the first time, it was awful, he drank too much water and it hurt his tummy so much :(

#serene sun nocontext #the band ghost #ghost band #serene sun writes #the band ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #ghost band fic #rain ghoul x reader #rain ghoul headcanons

[howdoyousleep3]

GUYSSSSSSSSSS ITS CURRENTLY 4:30AM IN ITALY AND IVE BEEN SCREAMING SINCE APPROXIMATELY 2

WAREHOUSE DADDY POPPED THE QUESTION

ALLOW ME TO TELL THE STORY SETTLE IN KIDDOS 💕

ok so we went up to bed around like midnight but we were still up we were just watching movies n stuff right, right and then i went to take a shower

so here i am, minding my sweet ass business doing my nighttime routine and i am telling warehouse daddy dumb ass corny dad jokes and i’m like cracking tf up and i’m just cheesing at him in the mirror bc he hates dad jokes and each one i tell him is worse than the one before 😭

anyways, he tells me he’ll be right back and i’m like okaaaaaaaay and i finish up the skin care and what not, turn off the lights in the bathroom and when it tuRN AROUND THIS BITCH WAS DOWN ON ONE FUCKING KNEE AND HE STARTS TALKING ABOUT HOW IVE CHANGED HIS LIFE AND HE LOCES RHAT HIS PARENTS AND SIBLING LOVE ME AS MUCH AS HE DOES AND A BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF THAT IS JUST MUSHY ABD SWEET AND IM LIKE “SHUT UP YOU SAP AND ASK ME”

AND HE FUCKING DID. YALL IM A SCREAMING CRYING MESS OML

MAMA ATTACH THE RINGGGG (i have old people hands ok 😭 i’m nice and wrinkly)

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONEEEEE

-🍑 THE ENGAGED SIMP

LITERALLY CRYING, I CANNOT BELIEVE IT 😭😭😭 THE PERFECT CHRISTMAS PRESENT 😭😭😭 I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH!!!!

#askK #peach the simp #warehouse daddy update #I AM BESIDE MYSELF 😭😭😭

[runninriot]

Inspired by the prompt Love is staying in bed for five extra minutes because you can’t tear yourself away from them just yet by @starryeyedjanai for @steddielovemonth day 16

give me five more minutes and I’ll give you forever

wc: 1715 | rated: T | tags: Rockstar Eddie Munson, Regular Guy Steve Harrington, established relationship, they’re in their 40s, Eddie is counting his blessings, love affirmations, fluff

There are a few things in his life Eddie considers to be a blessing.

It isn’t his career, although he’s beyond grateful for being able to make make music for a living. To have played hundreds of shows with his band, his friends that have been there from the start, in front of thousands of people who love what they do. To have travelled the world, seeing all these amazing places he never could’ve dreamed of.

It isn’t the fact that he got Wayne out of the trailer park. Bought him that little house his uncle didn’t want because he didn’t know ‘what to do with all that space’ – that he still managed to fill to the brim with his stupid hats and his silly mugs. Made it a hideout for his grandchildren (Dustin’s boy and Max and Lucas’ little girl who he spoils rotten whenever they come to visit) and even a shelter for the stray cats Wayne hates creeping around the neighbourhood but always leaves out a treat for out on the front porch because he worries they’ll starve if he doesn’t.

It’s not even the fact that Eddie survived – he could’ve accepted his fate, wouldn’t have known what he’d miss if he hadn’t escaped Death’s grip. If evil had won after all and the world had actually ended.

But it hadn’t. He didn’t. Eddie's alive.

And for whatever reason destiny decided to flip his world upside down once more. Granted him peace, and fame, and love like he’d made a deal with the Devil.

It didn’t happen over night, though, had been a struggle to get back on his feet - to fight the allegations of him being a murderer. To go through physical therapy after weeks bound to a hospital bed. To accept that things would eventually get better even when it seemed like the pain would never go away and the nightmares would never stop recurring.

But it did and they had.

Because Eddie had something to fight for.

Because he had someone by his side, always ready to kick his ass whenever he thought about giving up.

Steve was there all along. Helped him through the worst of it. Stayed with him through his darkest days.

A true blessing, is having Steve in his life.

It’s the simplicity of the life they’ve created together. To spend time between touring in the comfort of their home. It is falling asleep with Steve’s taste on his lips after missing him for too long while he was out on the road. It’s waking up in his partner’s arms with nowhere else to be and nothing else to do.

A true blessing is watching Steve in his sleep, when the morning sun breaks through the blinds, covering Steve’s skin in a golden light.

It is wrapping his arms tighter around Steve just to feel, just to be.

It’s moments like this, right here, right now, that make him feel like the luckiest man on earth.

   “Morning, baby,” Steve mumbles against his chest as Eddie presses a kiss to his temple.

   “Morning, darling. Sleep well?”

Steve breathes out a content sigh and pulls Eddie closer.

   “Mhm. Always better when you’re here.”

Eddie had been gone for almost two months, travelling Europe with his band for the last time.

After more than 20 year of making music together, they have collectively decided to take a bow and leave the stage for good after this tour. They’ve accomplished everything they had ever wanted, decided to leave on a high note before they’re old, and wrinkly, and grey. [‘What do you mean I am already grey, Gareth? At least I still have hair, not like Jeff.’]

Eddie is turning 43 next month, had loosely promised Steve he would stop touring at 40, when they moved in together 17 years ago, shortly after Corroded Coffin had signed their record deal. But Steve never complained, never made Eddie choose between music and him. He supported Eddie in every way possible, even when things were hard at times.

They’ve been through a lot together, defying the odds with an abundance of love for each other. Through tick and thin and all that stuff – it wasn’t always easy, they had to work for it. Keep working for it because their relationship is nothing they take for granted.

Steve has been his rock all those years, has stood by his side no matter what. Now it’s time for Eddie to finally make true to his promise.

No more missing out on birthdays or other small or big mile stones. No more lonely nights, no more hushed phone calls curled up in a bunk on the tour bus. No more tears or fights when the physical distance made it seem like they were slowly drifting apart.

Sure, he’ll miss it, the touring, the people, the adrenaline pumping through his blood after every show. It won’t be easy to become accustomed to this new life, this stillness, but it’ll be worth it.

They’ve got a few more gigs across the country before the grand finale, the very special farewell show in Indy – all of them already sold out, which is still crazy to believe if Eddie thinks about how things had started out for them all those years ago. When they were still green, and stupid, and too naive to deal with the struggles of the music industry.

Eddie has grown a lot since then, knows his worth and what he’s good at. He will stick to song writing and producing, will never stop making music but he’ll be here, home, with Steve.

   “Ugh, I don’t wanna get up.”

Steve unfurls his sleepy body from Eddie, stretches his arms and legs, and yawns.

   “Why get up then? Let’s stay in bed.” Eddie props himself up on his elbow, head on his hand, looking at Steve with hearts in his eyes and a thrumming drum in his heart.

   “Babe, did you forget? I got practice today. Game’s next week and the team needs to be in top form.”

Oh, right. Steve did tell him but Eddie had been too caught up in excitement over finally having the love of his life back in his arms that he didn’t really listen, was too busy showering him with kisses.

   “Ah, I see how it is. You just love your stupid students more than me.”

Eddie slumps down dramatically and drapes himself over Steve’s body – face tucked into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, arms wrapped around him, one leg hooked over both of Steve’s.

He’s not ready to let him get out of bed.

Steve wiggles and giggles and when Eddie starts to blow raspberries on the side of his neck, it turns into a full-on belly laugh.

   “STO-HOP! Eds, Eddie, stop! Oh God, you’re the worst!���

Steve tries to fight back, pushing Eddie’s face away with a hand on his forehead. When he manages to free himself, he tackles Eddie down by rolling them over. And before Eddie can try to move again, Steve straddles him, pins him down with his hands above his head. He leans down and Eddie expects a kiss but startles and squeals when Steve licks a long, wet stripe from his chin up to his cheek.

They’re laughing like little kids, carefree and stupid; probably too old for this kind of behaviour but-

Who the fuck cares?

Doesn’t matter how old he is, Eddie still feels like the foolish boy he was when he fell in love with the man on top of him. Still has the same butterflies in his gut like he did when he was 20.

He is still so head over heels in love with Steve and he’ll gladly make a fool of himself just to hear the pretty sound of his laughter.

Eddie wants to give him everything and more, wants to hold him forever, kiss him until his lips go numb.

   “I really gotta get up.” Steve glances at the clock on the night stand and back down at Eddie, smiling but with a hint of regret in his eyes.

   “Nooo, stay! Just a little bit longer. Just five more minutes, please?” Eddie gives him his best puppy eyes, knows it always makes Steve weak.

   “I’ll be late and then – because same rule goes for me as for the kids – I’ll have to do fucking push-ups in front of the whole team. Do you want me to embarrass myself in front of my students just so you can satisfy your needs for cuddles?” Steve asks, all fake-appalled and smug.

      “Mhm. Yeah, I think I can live with that.”

Steve releases the grip on Eddie’s wrist and pulls them to his own hips, prompting Eddie to wrap his arms around him before he leans down to kiss him.

They kiss soft and slow like they have all the time in the world. And Eddie wished they did, can’t get enough of the sound of Steve humming sweetly into every touch of their lips.

Eventually, they part and Eddie thinks Steve will get out of bed now, knows how much he hates to be late. But Steve doesn’t seem to mind this time, stays with his head resting on Eddie’s chest like he too doesn’t want to let go just yet.

   “I can never say no to you,” Steve says through a smile.

   “Never, huh?” Eddie asks, huffing out a nervous little laugh.

   “Never.”

Eddie’s chest tightens, feels suddenly too small for the size of his ever-growing, rapid-beating heart, overcome by the urge to-

He had this whole thing planned out for months now. It’s supposed to happen on their last show. Everyone is in on it, with flights already booked to get them all to Indy. Even the old folks from Hawkins will be there, obviously. He couldn’t do this without Wayne and Hop’s moral support (meaning they’d lovingly make fun of him for being a nervous wreck).

Max and Dustin will be so mad if he doesn’t stick to the plan they’ve helped create but-

   “Baby?” Eddie waits for Steve to look up at him, feels his heart in his throat like it’s trying to spill over his tongue.

And then it does.

   “Will you marry me?”

#steddielovemonth #day 16 #love is... #tumblr prompt #steddie fic #steddie fluff #eddie munson #steve harrington #established relationship

[tuliptyper]

Unique Features; AOT Men

quick lil hcs for what unique (and attractive) features i think the aot men have while i avoid my family lmao

let me know if you guys want different characters (including any of the girls)! thnx for reading and please leave a comment/reblog!

implied modern au setting

includes; Connie, Eren, Jean, Armin, Marco + Reiner

✾ Connie:

- acne scars on mostly his cheeks leading down to his jaw line <3

- probably gap teeth! <3

- grey hair (canon), i like to think that its a genetic thing and almost everyone/every guy in his family greys super young

- related to the grey hair thing, light eyebrows!

✾ Eren:

- big ass forehead <33

- long lashes + big, upturned eyes; his lashes are less pronounced because of his lighter hair color

✾ Armin:

- natural pout/heart-shaped lips <33 hes super hydrated to so you know theyre not chapped!

- bushier brows; not as thick as Erwins but he does have to maintain them and its very cute to watch because he gets super in the zone hehe

- thin hair; ik people typically hate having thin hair because it tends to be fragile, i like petting/stroking thinner hair because its so soft and easy to tossle about lmaoo (i have really fucking thick hair, my scalp gets so hot, not to mention i need to get it THINNED like every 2-3 months bc it gets so heavy)

✾ Reiner:

- higher body fat% / tummy chub! while he is muscular, he has a lovely layer of fat that adds to his frame and its just *chefs kiss*. men ESP with a little tummy pudge are so FIINNEEE

- stretch marks; more concentrated at the back of his knees, hips, shoulders and lower back. they're lighter than his skin tone and look like lighting bolts fr, they are so cool and gorgeous too

- shnoz bump (canon); i loooveeee bumpy, big, hooked, droopy, pointed, generally shapely noses! they're not only a display of cool heritage but also hot as fuck. i said my piece. (also imagine him telling you his embarrassing stories of getting into fights/knocking into walls that caused the bump while he bashfully rubs it WAAAA)

- boney, thinner fingers; 100% projection because i have boney (not skinny) fingers and i dont like how weirdly masculine my hands are. he probably has to get all his rings extended and gets shy when you play with them absentmindedly

✾ Marco:

- beauty spots/marks/moles; hes a moley boyy! has 13 and counting, probably. definitely searched up the meaning of each placement and felt so enlightened LMAO

- dennie-morgan folds/eczema wrinkles; hes got cute little wrinkles on his eyes that basically destroyed his aegyo sal (idk what it would be called in english other than under eye bags? puffy under eyes??) and made his eyelids more wrinkly

- yellow tinted/unbuffed nails, since he wears nail polish without a base coat and they get stained. but also theyre very strong since they haven't been buffed/thinned out!

✾ Jean:

- wavy/type 2 hair that only ever showed when he started growing out his mullet. very french, very cute, 11/10

- amber eyes. his stare is intense but not intimidating <3 hes the only neurotypical man i would give eye contact to 💅

#aot #aot headcanons #aot x reader #reiner braun #marco bott #marco bodt #jean kirschstein #jean kirstein #armin arlert #eren jaeger #eren jeager #eren yaeger #eren yeager #connie springer #x reader #snk #eren headcanons #armin headcanons #jean headcanons #connie headcanons #hcs #my writing

[the-knucklesverse]

Deep Thoughts

something something Boom is feeling bad about himself because he's not smart in his world. Dark sees an opportunity - if this idiot is starting to recognize his failing, this may be something he can use to his advantage.

He slithers up to Boom and starts whispering in his ear, reinforcing the idea that his friends there aren't REALLY his friends, and that the other Knux's don't REALLY understand what he's going through

It's making Boom feel so much worse, because when Dark says it, it's giving his thoughts validity. Dark's just about to go in for what he hopes is the final push to get Boom to draw on the ME's energy, when he's hit with an ice cold stream of water.

~~~~~

"I'm gonna muzzle you and chain you to that corner if I see you slithering around the others like a demented slug again, Dark," Callie said as she came over to them. She gave Dark another squirt with her Super Soaker. "Get your ass back to your corner, you wrinkly crank."

Dark actually hissed at her, but returned to his corner of the Sanctuary. Callie hissed back, giving him another squirt as he retreated for good measure.

She turned to Boom, a little smile on her lips. "How's my Boomie? What was that overripe banana whispering in your ear, hmm?" She sat next to him, pressing her shoulder against his. "C'mon. Talk to me."

Boom shook his head, heaving a deep sigh. "Just telling me what I already know."

"Oh really? And what might that be?"

"That I'm an idiot. Back on my world, without the Master Emerald, I can't think straight. My brain . . ." He tapped his forehead with his fingers. "It's like it's all fuzzy. Like I'm dizzy all the time. I'm just . . . I'm stupid."

Callie considered this, leaning against him more. Physical touch was a good way to provide comfort to a Knuckles (at least to those comfortable with physical touch), so she made sure to keep contact with him as much as she could. "And this bothers you."

He turned to her, brow furrowed. "Of course it bothers me! Why wouldn't it? I'm a complete moron on my world! Wouldn't that bother you?"

"I guess it depends. Does it bother you while you're on your world?"

Boom blinked. He thought for a moment, before shaking his head. "No. But, idiot, remember? I'm too stupid to know how stupid I am."

"So it only bothers you when you're here. When you think back on how you act there. Right?"

"It's only when I'm here that I realize just how dumb I am there. It's embarrassing. My friends think I'm an idiot, and I prove them right every time I open my mouth."

"They must not like you, then." She shook her head. "If you're that dumb, they must hate hanging around you."

He jerked in her direction. "No! They . . . they like me. They invite me places and like hanging around me. I think."

"Then they must not trust you to help them when they need it. Like when they're fighting your Eggman. Probably run off and leave you behind because they know you'll just mess up and be more trouble than you're worth."

"No! We fight Eggman together all the time! I bash his bots something good, and we all work really well together."

"Hmmm," she said, furrowing her brow as she thought. "So then they're mean to you and like to see you mess up so they can laugh at you."

He gaped at her, brows pinched in upset. "Callie, my friends aren't mean! They don't laugh at me like that!"

She looked over at him, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Then why does it bother you if you're different there than you are here?"

"Because I can't think straight there! I can't focus or concentrate or put my thoughts in order like I can here!"

A little smile curled her lips. "Take it from someone who overthinks like it's her job. Sometimes it's nice to not have a bunch of thoughts rattling around in your head, being distracting and anxiety inducing and overall annoying when you're trying to do other things."

"That's not the point," he said, planting an elbow on his knee and perching his chin in his hand. "You don't understand."

"No, I understand. But I don't think you're looking at it the right way." She leaned against him a little more, placing a hand on his arm. "Boom, you have friends who care about you on your world. They don't seem to care that you're not the sharpest knife in the drawer. They love you for who you are. They accept you for who you are. That should matter for something."

He was quiet for a moment, before looking over at her. "Even if I'm dumb as a rock?"

She shrugged. "That's the Boom they know. That's the Boom they love. I know it bothers you, and I'm not saying it shouldn't. I'm just saying that as long as you're loved and cared for and accepted by your friends . . . maybe it’s okay that you’re different. They're there to take care of you, even if you're not at your best." She looked out over the Sanctuary, at the other Knuckleses. "And maybe you can take solace in the fact that when you're here, you are so smart and pulled together that you can take care of all of them."

The furrow in his brow smoothed, and he looked out at the other Knuckleses for a moment, before turning back to her. "You really think that?"

She smiled, pulling him toward her to press their foreheads together.

"I really think that. We all play different roles to different people in our lives. Back on your world, you need a little caring. But here, you take care of others. It's just the way things go."

He smiled, a little chuckle rumbling from his chest. "Yeah, I guess so." He reached up and cupped the back of her neck to pull her against him a little firmer. "Thanks, Mom."

"Anytime, sweetie."

~~ Qwerty

#knucklesverse #knucklesverse writing #sonic boom #boom knuckles #knuckles the echidna #callie macpherson #qwerty writing

[n1k41d0u]

Here's my favorite baki characters :-) (Disclaimer : I'm going to really express how I feel, so I hope I don't sound too weird..)

Number 1 : Gaia/Nomura

Look, I just think that this man is the cutest guy, like ever. Every single word he says, and the faces he makes. God. He's just too damn adorable. I just want to tell him that he's the best, and pamper him. He's the most perfect person. (I mean to both Gaia and Nomura.)

Number 2 : Orochi Doppo

Okay, first off, have you seen this man? Like WOW. Bro, you wouldn't believe how much I want to touch him. His fuckings tits, and ass are huge. (I have a thing for bara guys, if you couldn't tell.) Also, his relationship with his wife. UGH, THEY'RE SO CUTE TOGETHER.

Number 3 : Hanma Jack

Sigh.. You've also seen his tits. Huge. I hate when people write him like some kind of aggressive monster, when he's pretty docile (compared to other characters.) Or at least that's how I see it. I just wanna pet his head, and praise him, and comfort him. (He'll kill me, but it's okay.)

Number 4 : Shibukawa Gouki

Listen, I get that this man is like 75, but I CAN'T HELP BUT LIKE OLD DUDES. He's so cute, ugh. And he's so small, I wanna hold him, and cuddle him. HE ALSO HAS A CUTE LAUGH AAA- I know he's also super deadly, but how could it makes him more charming.

Number 5 : Spec

Errr.. So.. I can't really explain this one, but I can. Where do I begin? I know he's a violent guy, and what not, but otherwise I just think that seeing him smile (which is 98% of the time,) it makes me forget that he's a brute. He's just so silly, and cute. Old ass wrinkly guy. (Still adorable.)

My phone's at 9% help.

#baki dou #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #favorite characters #top 5 #random

[ronaan]

i started watching the movies (for the first time) after finishing reading the hobbit and lotr, and here is my take on the thirteen dwarves' design after seeing an unexpected journey:

thorin. why does he look like a model? it's not exactly uncanny valley (like a certain other drawf i will be mentioning later), but he still looks instantly out of place among most dwarves. i wish they at least did something wild to his beard. but he does look cool and my gay ass isn't immune to a hot guy, even if he probably shouldn't be hot, so i'll give you that. 6/10

balin. WHY IS HE SO FUCKING OLD? this feels like a hate crime. he is literally canonically younger than thorin, and he looks like he is one foot in the grave. like, i understand that they are both a little under 200 years old at this point, but pick a fucking struggle?? either make thorin look like an old wrinkly man as well, or make balin look younger. also, the design itself is boring as fuck. 2/10

bofur. this one is my favourite. he looks very cozy but also a little scary. he could be heading out the back with an axe to chop some wood for a nice little fireplace. he could also be an axe murderer. he's actually the sweetest dwarf you'll ever meet. he reminds me of my grandpa. 11/10

kíli. WHY THE FUCK IS HE YASSIFIED? he literally looks like what i imagined aragorn to look like while reading lotr. he barely has a beard, his hair is just... long. this is some fucking guy. not a dwarf. i do not care that he has a romance plot - you don't need to yassify a dwarf for him to be in a relationship with an elf, just ask gimli. 0/10

fíli. this is a solid design of a younger dwarf. he has more braids in his hair than i can count. he has a weird long ass mustache and it's also braided. i can see him growing into a more unhinged look that most dwarves clearly have as he becomes older. but i do feel like he was cleaned up a little for a lesser contrast between him and his brother. 7/10

ori. he looks very cute. his design instantly makes him stand out and i feel like i already know his personality just by looking at him (which is great for a trilogy with such a huge cast). he's a silly little dwarf. perhaps a little naive. must be protected. 10/10

nori. somehow, i feel like this was the last design they worked on. what is going on on that head. is he the inventor of middle earth hairspray? if he is, he's doing the worst possible thing he could with it. this isn't quirky or interesting - it just looks bad. the beard is kind of cool, but there is still something off with it. 4/10

dwalin. this guy is here to maim and kill. i feel like his haircut choice isn't even due to male pattern baldness. he just wanted as much hair as possible AND head tattoos. he found his look. he has a scar on his face. 10/10

glóin. i haven't seen lotr yet but i know what gimli looks like in the movies and the goal with gloin's design was clearly to make him look as much like gimli's dad as possible. this guy is already walking in his son's shadow, but i don't mind. overall, a solid dwarf look. i love the metal thingies in the beard. 8/10

dori. when i look at him, i have that "look at this distinguished gentleman" sound in my head. he's got a very intricate braiding situation going on in his hair, and i kinda love it. he has clip on piercings on both his ears and he has clearly constructed his whole look so he could show them off. 9/10

óin. we are evidently starting to run out of personalities, because this guy is also here primarily to maim and kill. to be fair, that's what a lot of dwarves are, so i'll allow it. i like the two giant beard braids - i'm pretty sure he has more facial hair than i have hair on my head, which is exactly the kind of impression a dwarf's beard should be giving. 7/10

bombur. he reminds me of obelix from the french cartoons. he has an entirely insane beard-works-as-a-moustache-extension situation going on as well as a huge circular braid which i can't even tell where that's coming from. it's a nice unique design. 8/10

bifur. he's got an orc axe stuck in his head. i forgot that was a detail in the book and i also did not understand what it was until i googled it. i thought it could just be an accessory choice. but i might just be stupid. i can, however, tell that he had an emo phase and he still meticulously dyes strands of his beard jet black, so he could have a trendy dark-and-silver look. 7/10

#i will never be over kili looking like that #this just isn't right #the hobbit #hobbit #middle earth #j.r.r. tolkien #archer speaks