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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔

Pairing: environmentalist! jungkook x college student! reader

Series: 1/2

Word Count: 9.6k

Content Warning: practically cottage core, readers dog is a little ‘bitchy’ get it?, age gap (reader is 21, jungkook is 27), lots of nature, skinny dipping, reader is a tease, flowers as a love language, gardening, mutual pining, suggestive themes, tattooed! reader, pierced! reader, nerd talk, improper use of limes and honey, mentions of long-distance relationship, lots of plant-talk.

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A filthy make out sesh, food play?, soft dom! jk, manhandling, grinding, dry humping, big dick! jk, penetrative sex, jungkook trying his best to be a gentleman, sex during a thunderstorm, unprotected sex (don’t be like them).

Of all the months in the year, June was definitely your favourite. What wasn’t there to love? Finally digging up your shorts and bathing suits from the drawer they’d been abandoned in upon the arrival of September. Eating cool treats under the hot sun. Not to mention, the perfect weather. Not too hot that you can’t walk a meter without breaking a sweat but still warm enough to wear shorts.

Best of all, June was when you would drive 3 hours south to Somerset and stay with your parents for the summer. Your parents’ Somerset home was one of two that they owned but it was definitely their favourite. Why wouldn’t it be?

Somerset is a suburb that’s been abundantly blessed with beautiful forestry that shaded over a number of neighbourhoods including your own but not in a way that blocked out the sun. Because once those first hot rays of golden sunshine beamed down on the community, it was practically tradition for everyone to head down to the lake for a swim.

At the end of the summer is the Summer Palooza. There’s great music, even better food, swimming and all kinds of activities for people of all ages to enjoy. Once the chaos of the day passed, the night would be filled with lights, blankets and watching the fireworks light up the sky.

You were already smiling just from pulling up onto your parents’ driveway. You loved it here. If only Taffy felt the same way.

Taffy is the 8-month-old cairn terrier that you bought not long ago as you had gotten a little lonely during the holidays. The minute she became part of your life, you would never live to see a dull day again, nor a stress-free one at that.

When she wasn’t parading around the house with one of your boots in her mouth, she was digging up dirt anytime she had the chance.

This meant lots of running when you took her on walks, hoping the owners didn’t see your dog assault their lawn. You had given up on writing apology letters after the first seven incidents. Your hand was beginning to cramp.

Even though the two of you got along well most of the time, it was moments like these when your heads bashed. Some people couldn’t imagine not getting along with their own dogs. Meanwhile, you didn’t have that much difficulty when it came down to it.

“Don’t growl at me.” You bickered with the terrier who was locked behind the bars of her cage, but still, the sound of her objection scared you a little. “We’re going to stay here for the next three months, trust me, you’re going to love it.” You wondered if anyone could hear you talking to her as if she were an actual human. Was that weird?

Whatever, you didn’t care. She was just as petty, emotional and stubborn as a real human. She made that very clear when the first thing she did after being let out was run to the other side of the living room, far away from you.

“She’s just the cutest thing,” Your mom gushes as her eyes followed Taffy’s fluffy body as she was on the move around the house. “To you,” You mumbled under your breath as you eyed her wheat-coloured fur bounce in the wind as she hopped up the stairs.

You let yourself get comfortable in the soft cushions of your parents’ couch. You talked about your drive over, and how things were with Taffy which naturally led to you bringing up how many times you considered giving her away. Your father found it quite amusing but you weren’t laughing.

“It’s not funny dad. She doesn’t listen to me, and she’s ungrateful--” you stopped talking as you caught onto a shared look between your parents.

“What was that?” you point between them and they try to shrug it off.

“No no, what was that look you gave each other.” You insisted you picked on an exchange between them and would not rest until they came clean.

“Nothing! Just sounds like you found a dog who’s just like you.” you objected, swearing up and down that you were nothing alike. Suddenly you stopped your rant, realizing you were defending yourself against the comparison between you and your own dog.

You had a long drive up, maybe the fatigue was finally catching up to you. It must be since you were yawning for the 4th time in the last 15 minutes. You decided it was time for a ‘nap’.

It was that same nap that consumed you for the next 13 hours, and you’re sure you could’ve slept longer if it weren’t for your mother waking you up. “Y/n, wake up.”

There were only two things you hated in this world. Ketchup and being woken up. Naturally, you turned your body away from your mother’s voice, pulling the sheets over your head while you were at it. Then, she did the unthinkable. The covers were ripped from your body entirely and all at once.

Your eyes shot open and your body shivered as the air conditioning was beginning to make contact with your bare skin. You sat up slowly, eyeing your mother down with death in your eyes.

“It’s Taffy.” You were filled with dread.

---

In nothing but your shorts and tank top, you slipped on your dad's slides before you followed your mom outside. You first noticed the stunning hues of orange that striped over the sky as the sun was beginning to rise.

Part of you thought you’d have to walk a little further out to see this grand revelation that was so important that your mother felt the need to wake you up from your nap, but you could see more than enough from the porch.

Holes everywhere.

But not on your parent’s side of the grass. Oh no, of course not. It’s like she purposely dug up the neighbour's lawn because that’s what would get you in deep shit.

But wait, it gets better. There was a beautiful arrangement of various plants along the neighbour's driveway until now that is. The soil was now littered with chewed leaves and torn petals.

You don’t smoke but you felt that today was the best day to get into the habit.

“Taffy did all this? By herself?” Your finger pointed loosely towards the terrorized grass. Your mom hums in agreement from behind you. Your face was full of shock, disbelief, awe, basically, any word that could describe your bewilderment at the situation.

“She must’ve gotten out last night. I was going to take her for a walk this morning but clearly, she beat me to it.” Your mom explains as the two of you walk back into the house.

“So what are you going to tell them?” your arms unconsciously folded over your chest as you questioned your mother about her next steps. “Me? Oh, honey, Taffy is your dog. Your responsibility.”

“What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, sorry that my dog absolutely annihilated your property, here’s $1000, please don’t sue me?’’’ Comedy was not your intention, yet your mother laughed anyways.

“Mom!” You whined, practically stomping your feet out of stress. “This is serious! What am I supposed to do? I don’t have that kind of money laying around..” Your thoughts trail off, a mischievous smile briefly appearing on your face before vanishing.

“Y’know, you look so pretty today.” You continue to compliment your mother’s attire, “And your face is looking more and more youthful by the day--” Your mother swatted your fingers away from her face.

“We’re not paying for the damages, Y/n, but nice try.” She smiles, now it was her pinching your cheeks. With one last comforting touch to your upper arm, your mom was going back upstairs. Slowly, your vision panned over to the dog who was sleeping soundly in her little bed.

‘Should’ve given you away when I had the chance’, you think.

----

It was a little past noon and you knew your neighbours were having a heart attack right about now and who were you to interrupt someone during a medical emergency, you should probably just push it off till later, or never, never works for you.

You could see it happening vividly. The old lady takes a mere two steps outside and suddenly grabs her chest before collapsing. God. You couldn’t believe it.

“Y/n, did you tell them yet.?” Now your dad was the one asking as he came down to the kitchen, making himself lunch. “Not yet, I’m going to shower first.” Secretly you hoped you too, would drop dead in the shower to avoid what was to come.

Stopping yourself at your front door, you opened your bank account for sentimental purposes. You were going to miss having money in here. With one deep breath, you made the short journey over to the neighbours.

You had only spoken to them a handful of times over the last decade since your parents had bought the house here. With a quick ring of the doorbell you contemplated running back inside, you could still make it.

You heard footsteps approaching the door, there was no going back now.

Ready to see the old lady with no more than 12 years left in her lifespan to welcome you but that’s not what your eyes were met with at all. Currently face-to-chest with undoubtedly the finest man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

The man was wearing a black long-sleeve button-up that strained over his broad shoulders with the top two buttons undone, teasing the visibly large pecs that lay beneath his shirt. He wore black slacks that were held up by a belt that hinted at his small waist.

“How can I help you?” He smiles warmly.

“You’re not old.” Is the first thing you say.

“I’m Jungkook, nice to meet you too?” He introduces himself, maintaining his quirked brow at your odd statement.

“No- I’m sorry. Obviously, you’re not old, I was just expecting you to be old-- I’m Y/n, I live next door..” You needed to compose yourself, you came here for a reason. You took a deep breath as you looked him dead in the eyes for the first time.

“I recently got a new dog who can’t seem to keep her paws out of the ground so she’s the one to blame for destroying your plants. I’m so sorry, if there’s anything I can do--” It wasn’t until Jungkook told you to breathe did you realize you had tried to say everything in one breath.

You inhaled. Then exhaled.

“Can I show you something?” His question seemed to have been mostly rhetorical as he was already making his way towards the gate between your houses that led to his backyard.

Once it was opened he stepped to the side, allowing you to walk through and you could just about feel your heart fall out of your ass at the sight.

More holes.

More dead flowers.

More money.

You were afraid to look at the man behind you, but you did anyways. His arms were crossed, and you felt sick. “How much is this going to cost me?” You didn’t even want to know.

“Well, with the damage done to the 30-year-old bonsai alone, that’s around eight thousand--”

Your vision went black. Suddenly you couldn’t hear or see. Unconsciously your left eye twitched and you felt like you were foaming at the mouth. He just kept talking and talking, the costs just kept going and going. You never even heard the final amount, the only thing you could hear were the voices in your head telling you to kill that little cairn terrier once you got home.

“Unless..”

Unless?! There was an unless? This was your way out. There was no way you would pass it up. Whatever it was, it couldn’t possibly be worse than selling your limbs just to afford the price of one bonsai.

“Yes! I’ll do it.”

“Great, so I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You don’t even know what he said. You completely blanked out. You tilted your head to the side. “Yes, of course, I’ll be there. For what, again?” Now he looked a little confused.

“To re-plant?” He mirrors your tilted head.

God.

At this moment you hoped Taffy would do what she was good at and dig a hole deep enough for you to crawl in and die.

“Taffy!” You shout the minute you walk through the door. Enter the energetic dog who came bouncing down the steps at the sound of your voice. She circled your feet and you fought the urge to kick her, but even you knew you would regret that.

She seemed to have been in a really good mood today and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, her energy was contagious.

“No! I’m mad at you.” You remind yourself as you kick off your slides and make your way into the house with her following behind you, this time with a toy in her mouth, wanting you to play.

“Not now.” Ignoring her, you take a seat at the kitchen table where your dad was working on some documents with focus. You sat in front of him quietly with a pout, hoping he’d notice you.

You sigh.

No response.

You sigh a little louder.

He flips over the next paper, still ignoring you.

You sigh even louder.

Slamming his pen down on the table, he gives you his undivided attention.

“What is it.”

“Nothing, except for the fact Taffy just cost me like fifteen thousand dollars in property damages.” Your father was silent. He too was in shock like you were earlier.

“He’s charging you that much!?” You shake your head, “No, he’s making me help him re-plant everything that Taffy ruined instead. That’s so unfair.” You complained. Your father couldn’t believe you were complaining about such a reasonable repercussion.

Maybe you needed this.

He goes back to filling out his papers and ignoring you.

“Dad!” You tried getting his attention again but you knew you had lost it for good this time. Instead, you decided to give in and play with Taffy. “Fine.” You take the rubber ball from her jaws, “I’ll play with you, but I won’t forgive you.” You toss it elsewhere watching her run after it.

---

The next morning you found yourself disappointed to see that you hadn’t died in your sleep. That means you actually had to go gardening for the next 6 hours. You were left perplexed once you got out of the shower. Staring at your closet, unsure what one would wear to garden.

You settled on capris and a t-shirt that you didn’t care to get dirty. With one last look in the mirror, you said goodbye to your happiness and made your way next door.

“Good morning,” He greets you the minute you make your way down the steps of your porch. You weren’t surprised to see he had already gotten started on the front lawn, a bag of grass seed on his right and a trowel in his gloved hands.

“Here, I got you gloves.” He hands you a pair of burgundy gardening gloves to match his green ones. “Thanks.” You stood awkwardly as you watched him return to his previous position on the ground.

“Have you gardened before?” He asks, looking up at you from where he knelt on the grass. You nodded, “Not a lot, only a few times with my mom growing up.” He smiles.

“Well, maybe now you can practice a little more. I think gardening is one of those things that don’t really seem to be all that exciting at first but you find yourself doing it and enjoying it more over time, y’know?” Humming along with a plastered smile on your face.

You? Enjoying gardening? Good one.

“Would you mind just taking this trowel and using it to raise all of the lifted-up patches of grass, then I'll add some seeds once you’re done, we can water and we’ll be done for the first part.”

When he says it like that, it sounded like you’d be finished in no time. Never in a million years could you have anticipated that it would keep you preoccupied for the next three hours. At least Jungkook wasn’t the worst person to talk to.

You didn’t talk much in the beginning, not sure if it was because you both were total strangers or because he was devastatingly attractive. Maybe a mix of both.

Just when another period of silence fell over the two of you, your parents were seen leaving your house, waving to the both of you before getting in the car and leaving to god knows where.

“I’ve seen your parents a few times, but I don’t remember seeing you.” Jungkook prayed he didn’t come off as creepy, he was simply curious to know where you’d been these last 4 months since he’d moved in. He’s sure he would’ve remembered you.

“Ah, yeah. I live about 3 hours north of here in Pineley, for school.” Jungkook knew he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t surprised to hear you were still in school.

“Oh really? What are you studying?”

“Just economics, I kind of hate it though, only one more year to go, then I’ll finally be done.” Jungkook was doing his best to crunch the numbers in his head.

Assuming that you graduated high school when you were 18... so 3 years later... You’re 21?

God, you’re 21.

He’s 27 and you’re 21.

Does he find you attractive? Yes, obviously. Who wouldn’t? Has he thought about you since the moment you met yesterday? Of course, but that stops now.

“But enough about me, what about you? The last time I was here, there was an old lady living here.” He chuckles, “So that explains the ‘old’ comment yesterday.” Your face flushes red as you continued to pat down the grass seeds in their rightful places.

“New job, you know how that goes.” You nod with a smile, patting down the last patch of grass, and you realized you were done. “I think that’s it.” He announces, dropping his trowel down the grass, and giving the lawn a lookover.

“It certainly isn’t as pretty as it used to be but once the new grass comes in it’ll look better.” He stands, offering you his hand to help you stand as well. You do your best to swat at the butterflies in your stomach from his gesture.

“Do you want something to drink? I have some inside.”

Now that you think about it, you were quite thirsty.

“That would be great actually, thanks.” you appreciate his kind gesture, standing awkwardly on the lawn not sure what to do until you see his head pop out of the doorway. “Y/n, you coming?”

His house looked nothing like yours. Everything was so, clean. Not to say that your house was dirty by any means but there was something about his selection of colours and arrangement of furniture that made everything so sleek and neat.

He definitely owned more plants than the average person, you also couldn’t help but notice how cool it was in here, but not to the point that it made you shiver, more so a refreshing feeling.

After the both of you washed your hands, he led you to the kitchen and invited you to have a seat on the stool behind his marble island. “You don’t have any allergies, do you?” Your eyebrows raised at his question.

“Allergies? I thought I was just coming here for some water?” You felt more than accomplished to see him laugh even though it was a genuine question.

“You’re helping me with a pretty big task, I think you deserve better than just water.” Anything he said after that fell on deaf ears, your brain was too caught up with his flattery. Maybe gardening wouldn’t be so bad after all.

You were intrigued to watch him pull out a wooden knife instead of a typical steel one. “Is all of your cutlery made of wood?” You were being sarcastic, poking fun at him. What you weren’t expecting was to see him pull open a drawer that revealed various assortments of cutlery all made from wood.

“It is actually.” Now he was the one laughing.

“Why?” Strumming your nails on the counter as you watched him roll up his sleeves for the first time today. Suddenly your palms were open and planted on the surface, bracing yourself. The sleeve of tattoos on his right arm knocked you breathless. Deep breaths in. Deep breaths out.

“Well, because--Are you alright?” He checks in, you looked like you were overheating, and you had to convince him and yourself that you were just fine.

Even if he wasn’t convinced, he decides to let it go and continues preparing your drinks. Turning his back to you as he opened his fridge. You should’ve suspected he had more tattoos aside from the lotus you spotted behind his ear earlier.

“As you were saying,” Prompting him to finish what he was saying earlier, “Yeah, for starters, wood handles heat better, they’re antibacterial but most importantly it’s eco-friendly. We’ve done so much damage to the earth already, so why not do things a little differently, y’know?”

That would explain all the plants. “So, I guess you take this global warming thing pretty seriously, huh?” His head tilts back while he lets out a fit of laughter. “I wouldn’t say that I take it lightly if that's what you’re asking.” He smiles as he skillfully peels the oranges with the knife.

You noticed that he put the discarded peels into a little electric composter he had on the corner of his counter. He was really serious about this earth thing. “I do what I can to reduce my carbon footprint. I had solar panels installed on the roof within the first few weeks of moving here, and I’m sure you noticed all the plants in here. They're quite useful since I don’t actually have air conditioning.”

Your eyes bulge out of your head, “No air conditioning? In Somerset? There’s a heatwave every other week in the peak of summer.” He shrugs, “Didn’t you notice how cool it was when you first walked in?” You nod slowly, curious to see where he was going with this.

“It’s thanks to the sansevierias, ficus elasticas and the aglaonemas I have around the house. When they go through their transpiration process they cool down the air at the same time.”

What.

Your severe confusion must’ve been visible enough to prompt Jungkook to dumb it down for you. “Think of it as when plants feel hot, they sweat and release water into the air which cools it down.”

“What are you some kind of plant freak?” He laughs, reaching for the manual juicer he had on his drying rack. “Environmental engineer actually, but plant freak works too.” You felt almost embarrassed for speaking. You decided to just focus on the freshly squeezed orange juice that was filling up your glasses.

“Enjoy.” He grins as he slid you your glass. Your taste buds were far from ready to handle the sweet yet tangy taste of the oranges. It was easily the best orange juice you’ve ever had in your life. “Oh my god.” He smiles, “Good right?”

“This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” You could not believe you were ranting about juice but there you were. “Would you believe me if I told you those oranges came from my backyard?”

“I would, honestly.”

---

It would be a lie if you said you weren’t a little disappointed to see how quickly the two of you had managed to finish replanting everything in the front yard. It’s been a few weeks and the two of you got along surprisingly well even though he was such a plant nerd.

You had a schedule, twice a week at 10 am you’d be at Jungkook’s door more excited than ever to garden. Something you never thought you’d say.

This morning you were taking Taffy for a walk because why not. It was a beautiful morning, damp grass from the rain the night before and the smell of petrichor still lingering in the air. “Good morning,” Nearly breaking your neck at the sound of Jungkook’s voice greeting you as you watched him approach his car but he stopped in his tracks when he noticed the leash in your hand and what it was attached to.

“Is this Taffy?” He points to the cairn terrier who was suddenly sitting pretty and wagging her tail. “The one and only.” He was already making his way over, making sure not to step on the grass that was growing in nicely.

“Can I pet her?” You were flattered that he had even asked in the first place. So used to children and even other adults just petting her without asking. “Of course.” You permit, watching his face light up as he ran his hand over her brown fur.

“How could something so cute cause so much damage.” It was a rhetorical question but you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing her under the bus, “Cute? This is all an act. The minute you get in your car I’m sure she’ll be 3 feet deep in someone else’s lawn.” The two of you laugh for a moment, falling into natural conversation until Jungkook realized that at this rate he was going to be late for work.

“I’ll see you later, Y/n.” His smile was so charming, so enchanting, so-- Taffy was already barking at you to start walking since Jungkook had already driven off.

“God it’s so hot.” The two of you laid sprawled out on the grass of Jungkook’s inconveniently large backyard. Jungkook had long given up on wearing long sleeves, now opting for simple t-shirts and cargo shorts.

“Maybe we should take a break?” Usually, you would take a break after 3 hours but it had only been an hour and a half so you were surprised to hear him propose such a thing but relieved at the same time.

Following the same routine as always once you go inside, washing your hands then reconvening in the kitchen for something to drink. After about three glasses of water, you were able to stabilize yourself in your seat.

“What’s next?” your curiosity prompts you to ask what the two of you would be doing once you returned outside. “I was hoping to start with the gardenias but I think they’re far beyond repair and we’ll have to buy more.” He leans forward on his folded arms, the closeness between your faces was getting to you.

You held your breath, eyes looking anywhere but his when you spoke. “We?” He backs up, standing back at full height. “Yeah, I thought maybe we could go pick up some more and hopefully by the time we’re back it’ll be a little cooler.”

“Sounds good.”

You had no idea joining Jungkook for a trip to the local greenhouse would turn into an entire tour. It was like every single flower and plant had a meaning.

“Do you just have the meaning of every flower imprinted in the back of your mind?” You cross your arms as Jungkook reached for the gardenias on the higher shelves. “Not every one, but I’m sure I know most.”

“This one?” Your index pointed to the calla lilies. “Beauty.”

“How about this.” Pivoting to focus on the opposite wall of flowers, quizzing him on the first flower you laid eyes on. “Health and prosperity.”

“Every flower really does have meaning behind it.” He hums in agreement, “I think that plants have a language of their own. That’s why bouquets are more than just flowers, they’re statements really.”

“I never really thought about it that way.”

“What about these?” You pointed to the red chrysanthemums that were so beautifully vibrant. “I love you.” It would be a lie to say the both of you didn’t freeze when you took in what he had said.

You were afraid to speak first. Thankfully you didn’t have to. Jungkook clears his throat. “That’s what red chrysanthemums mean.”

“Oh. Yeah, of course. Duh.” Awkward laughter erupts from your chest as you continued to walk by his side toward the checkout.

The beginning of the ride back was oddly quiet as opposed to the one on your way here which was filled with a sing-along and a lecture about the importance of compost.

Sunset was still a few hours away and the weather was still quite hot but it was a little cooler compared to earlier.

“Can we stop somewhere?” You broke the silence and Jungkook was quick to redirect the car to your request.

That’s how you found yourselves walking along Pacific Street. It’s like tourist central. it’s where all the popular shops and restaurants were found. Including Icee’s frozen dessert shop. It was easily one of your favourite spots in town.

You ordered a lime sherbet for yourself and a chocolate sundae for Jungkook.

“How did you know that’s what I wanted?” Jungkook leans down behind you and whispers in your ear. “Because you have 2 pints of chocolate fudge ice cream in your freezer,” You whisper back, watching the woman whisk herself around behind the counter preparing your orders.

“And how do you know what’s in my freezer,”

Your curiosity got the best of you. You wondered if he ate leaves for a living so when you found yourself alone in the kitchen when he went to use the bathroom you couldn’t help yourself.

“Oh! Would you look at that, our order’s ready.”

The two of you walked around town for a while. Now you were the one giving him a tour of the heart of Somerset. Sitting on the trunk of Jungkook’s car the two of you looked over the lake and the people down below you.

“Do you like it here?” With the gentle breeze softly blowing your curls in your face you looked over the lake, not looking at him as you spoke and he did the same. “I mean, the greenery is great, there’s a lot of parks and--”

You turn to face him, “Yeah and the carbon levels here are perfect blah blah blah, but do you like it here?” He grins at your teasing. “I do, yeah. The people here are just...” Neither of you realized how close your faces had gotten until your lips were millimetres apart. “..perfect.” he breathes out and you leaned in but he pulled away.

“Oh. I’m sorry I thought-” Your ears were red and you’re sure your face was too. “No, you’re right... It’s just. We can’t.” He sighs, looking away from you for a moment before looking you in the eyes once again. Your head tilted to the side confused, and he hated it when you did that.

It was so cute.

“Why not?” You ask.

“Because, you’re 21, I’m 27. I just don’t want you to do anything you’d regret.” Your heart warmed. At all times he had your best interest at heart.

“I know what I want, Jungkook.” Cautiously, you moved closer until you were as close as you were before. You weren’t really doing anything but you were driving him up the wall.

“Do you know what you want, Jungkook?” You were bad for him. So so bad. Everything in him was telling him this was a bad idea, but he threw caution to the wind the moment he pressed his lips against yours.

Taking your face in his hands as he kissed you, over and over again until you were left breathless. “Oh shit.” you breathe out and he just laughs. “Where did all that come from?” He leans back with a smug look, “Been wanting to do that for a month now.”

The cool breeze passed by again, bringing a weighted silence with it. Leaving that question in the air. It was all a matter of who was going to address the elephant in the room. Unsurprisingly, it was you. “Now what?”

“Nothing.” He says, and your heartbeat falters just a little. He must've noticed the change of expression on your face, “Nothing if you don’t want anything to change, but I’d be happy to see where this goes..” He struggled to look you in the eyes, not used to being the one under pressure.

“I’d like that.”

“And then he kissed me!” You felt like you were in high school again the way you were throwing yourself all over your bed and swinging your feet as you talked to your dog about your eventful night.

Taffy seemed to have been a little more excited than you were based on her endless barking. “I know right, and now we’re going to the Summer Palooza together.” Taf hopped up onto your bed with you and started to ambush you with licks and it made you laugh.

Even though she was a little monster, she was really like your best friend.

“You really do this for fun, every day?” You were developing a slight attitude, blame it on the heat. You enjoyed gardening when the temperature lets you, but days like these where you could see distorted waves of heat made you miserable.

Jungkook didn’t respond, he only smiled knowing you were just ranting. You felt as though you were melting. Sweat beading on your forehead from doing nothing, the hot sun beating down on your skin with no remorse.

“I’m taking a break.” It’d only been 30 minutes since you had begun gardening today but you couldn’t take it anymore. The moment you walked inside you regret making fun of Jungkook for his lack of air conditioning because those plants were doing a damned good job at cooling you down.

You’d begun to learn your way around his house after spending so much time here. You reached for a glass from the cupboard before pouring yourself a glass of water. Taking sips as if you hadn’t tasted water in days.

You let out a small gasp at the feeling of hands on your waist from behind you, “How can you make drinking water so attractive?” You cringed and pushed him away, “You’re so corny.” You snort before finishing off the rest.

“I wanna show you something,” He says it enticingly, as if what he was to show you would change your life forever. “I’m listening.” You stalk towards him slowly as he picked up his keys off the counter. “Up for a drive?” You grin.

“Y’know, when you asked me if I was up for a drive I didn’t know we’d be trekking through the forest.” You were complaining again and Jungkook could do nothing but roll his eyes. “We’re almost there, I promise.”

True to his words, only a few more minutes and you had arrived at your destination. The 10-minute walk was more than worth it. You were met with the sight of a gorgeous blue lake, it wasn’t the biggest but there were mini waterfalls sliding down the large rocks off to the side.

There was direct sunlight bouncing off the water and making everything seem brighter. “Woah..” You stepped towards it slowly. You were shaded by the forest for most of the way here so you didn’t feel as hot but now that you were out in the open again the heat was overwhelming.

Without thinking you stripped yourself off your top and bottoms, leaving you in just your underwear. “Care to join me?” You pivoted to face the man who was fighting off some of his most intrusive thoughts at the sight of your body.

He could only remain so calm, but the moment he laid eyes on the cherry blossom tattoo that stretched from your mid-thigh up to the underswell of your breast or the butterfly jewelry that dangled from your navel, he was done for.

He was going absolutely feral.

“fuck.” he mumbles, watching you dive in head first. He was feeling too much blood rush south but it didn’t make him think twice before stripping himself of his own shirt and shorts. In nothing but his boxers, he jumped in with you.

He swam towards you with the biggest grin on his face. “Feel better?” You shake your head as your hands moved below the water. “I’m still..” Your voice had dropped an octave and become more seductive, “quite hot.” You punctuated your sentence with the revelation of you holding your panties in the palm of your hand.

Surely you had to know what you were doing to him.

Jungkook feared he would drown.

You’re too distracting, and you only proved his point by stripping yourself of the last article of clothing you were wearing and tossing them onto the grass as well. Jungkook was doing his best to be respectful, never wanting to cross a line without your permission.

That’s how he found himself cross-eyed trying to stop his line of sight from falling. “It’s okay, you can look.” Even then he tried to be respectful and only look for a few seconds at a time but he was hopeless once you had taken his hand and pressed it against your chest.

As if it was second nature he gave it a light squeeze. He thanks the universe for his sharp hearing or else he would’ve missed the small whimper that escaped under your breath. “you drive me fucking insane.” Jungkook’s voice was low and guttural before he pulled you closer to him. Wasting no time to bring his lips to yours.

Kissing you deeply, as if his life depended on it. You were intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough. God, he was going to fucking miss you. It was a bitter thought he kept in the back of his head the more he felt himself getting used to having you around.

Fortunately, he didn’t let that gloomy thought ruin his mood as the two of you enjoyed your time together. Neither of you were expecting to spend two hours swimming but that’s exactly what you did until you couldn’t swim anymore.

The drive home was a wet one but it made the shower feel ten times more refreshing. With a towel still wrapped around your hair and in nothing but an oversized t-shirt you walked towards your bed and checked your phone.

It’s mission impossible trying not to smile at the sight of Jungkook’s name on your screen.

Jungkook: I had fun today ;)

“This is the last one,” Jungkook announces and you felt a little emotional as you watched him squeeze the plant out of its plastic container. It was a blue vervain flower. “Hopefully it rains soon, these ones need a lot of water.” He informs you and that’s when you realized it hadn’t rained in weeks which was a little unusual for a Somerset summer.

“Would you like to do the honours?” He offers you the pile of dirt with the sprouting plant. “Can we do it together?” His eyes crinkle at the sides with a smile. So, together, you planted the blue vervain.

“Are you sure we’re finished? We didn’t miss a spot?” You stand up abruptly, searching through the empty bags of soil and containers that once had sprouts in them. “Y/n, are you okay?”

You were fine. Wasn’t it normal to cry once you finished gardening?

“Yes, can’t you see? I’m clearly fine.” Your tearful eyes weren’t so convincing. You didn’t have to explain what was wrong, because he knew. This wasn’t about gardening. Without thinking he wrapped his arms around you, holding you and it only pulled more emotion out of you.

“I don’t want to leave you.” You mumble through broken cries into his shirt. “I know, but you can’t stay for me either.” He was right. Even though you had just met less than three months ago you grew attached to him so it made the thought of leaving him more difficult than it should be.

It was nearing sunset when Jungkook was doing nothing important at home when his phone buzzed on his coffee table.

He too, couldn’t stop a small smile from forming at your message.

Y/n: do you have limes?

Jungkook: Homegrown or store-bought? :)

You didn’t need any more small talk before you were already on your way over. That’s why Jungkook wasn’t surprised to hear the ring of his doorbell. Always happy to see you.

“Limes?” Jungkook brings up your odd request as he walked behind you towards the kitchen. “Yes, limes. I wanted a snack and we ran out, so now I’m here to take some of yours.” Jungkook did his best to keep his eyes off the way your hips swayed from the left to right with every step you took.

He leaned against the counter, watching you whiz around the kitchen. Grabbing the wooden knife you once judged him for but grew fond of and a lime. “Do you have any honey?” He points to the cupboard to your left.

Now that you had everything you needed, this was your favourite part. Slicing open the first lime in half, then again into thinner slices. You drizzled on just a little bit of honey onto the citron and bit onto it.

Jungkook looked horrified.

“Should I call someone for help?” You took it personally and objected. “It’s so good you have to try it.” You approached him with a honey-coated slice of lime but he immediately moved away from you to the other side of the island.

Jungkook’s place had dozens of big windows and skylights to welcome natural lighting as a replacement for regular lights. That’s how you noticed the clouds get progressively darker over the last 15 minutes but it wasn’t your concern at the moment.

What you needed was to get Jungkook to try your creation. “How about I kiss you instead?” He freezes with interest. “I’m listening.” With the simple beckoning of your index finger, he was standing in front of you.

“Open.” You instruct, holding the bottle of honey high enough so it would fall onto his tongue. Next, you squeeze a generous amount of lime juice on yours before grabbing Jungkook by his cheeks. Crashing your lips together, creating a deliciously sweet but sour taste between the two of you.

Your tongue swiped over his plump lower lip trying to savour the flavour and the kiss to the best of your ability but Jungkook was losing his self-control. His hands found themselves holding you at your hips, pulling your front to be flush against his, but he suddenly pulled away.

Your eyes were half-lidded, dark and full of lust; your lips beginning to swell a little from the previous attack they just endured. you looked like sex on legs and that’s why jungkook had to stop himself.

“What’s wrong?” he couldn’t believe you had the audacity to ask him such a thing. as if you didn’t know. “You. You’re plaguing my mind, y/n, and I’m afraid that once I start I can’t stop.” your teeth played with the plump flesh of your lip at his confession.

“then don’t stop.”

A clash of thunder roared in the sky.

Your clothes were scattered along the stairs leading up to Jungkook’s room which was massive if you might add. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t been up here yet.

Gently, he laid you down on his bed, leaving you to admire his body that was sculpted by the gods themselves. Broad shoulders, defined abs and those muscular thighs you so desperately wanted to ride, but maybe another day.

“You have no fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted this.” The feeling of his hot breath against the side of your neck gave you burning chills. With his arms on either side of you, he rolled his hips into yours and through his boxers alone you could feel his dick that was begging to be freed from its confines.

“I- I need you.” your breath hitched at the feeling of his lips sucking on a particular spot on your neck making you let out a breathless moan.

“You’ve got me. I’m all yours.” He reassures you before he locked your lips with his while skillfully removing your bra. you helped with the action by arching your back giving him full access to undo the clasps.

within seconds he was attacking your full breasts. licking over your nipples with desperation. your hand raised to gently run your fingers through his locks while your legs widened to make more room for the man between them.

soon his kisses began to move south but stopped at the ink that patterned your skin. the tattoo was in black and white since you felt the blossoms were pretty enough that they didn’t need colour. once jungkook was done with you he had managed to colour in every single blossom with sinful bruises.

jungkook’s room was probably the most susceptible to natural light as it had the biggest windows, giving the both of you a front-row view of the storm that pummeled the world outside, but that didn’t matter. nothing else mattered except this very moment.

now paying attention to the jewelry that was pierced into the skin above your belly button. jungkook let his fingers toy with it tauntingly, “a flower, hm?” your eyes were shut, too focused on keeping it together to respond.

“Pretty sure the last time I saw this little thing it was a butterfly, wasn’t it?” your body froze once you felt the pads of jungkook’s fingers touching your clothed core. you didn’t respond.

“I asked you a question didn’t I?” he applied a sadistic amount of pressure to your clit, knowing it was just enough to get your attention but not enough to give you what you were looking for.

“yes.” you breathed out, finally opening your eyes to see he was staring right back at you. “why did you change it? I thought you loved butterflies.” he was mocking you. using your words against you from a discussion you had a few days ago. he knows why you changed it.

“you know why,” as if he was ignoring you he continued to rid you of your underwear leaving you completely bare. “no, I don’t think I do. refresh my memory.” the moment you felt his big and calloused hands gripping your thighs you felt you may never speak again.

Every touch, every whisper, every look he gave you left you on fire and wanting more. “you. I did it for you.” jungkook’s wicked grin was the last thing you saw before your eyes shut as he pulled you to the edge of the bed, with your ankles hanging over his shoulders and his nose against your dripping core.

a flash of lightning lit up the room briefly before it relied on the dim lighting of two naturally scented candles he had lit a little before you came over. “look at you, dripping wet and I’ve barely touched you.”

“please,” you whimpered and he was so weak. he couldn’t deny you for long, you had no idea how much of a hold you had on him. wasting no time, he licked a flat stripe up your cunt and it took everything in you not to scream, including closing your legs on his head.

there was no other place jungkook would rather be than between the soft flesh of your thighs but if he wanted to eat you out until you cried he’d need a little more space.

he pried your legs open once more and you were already shaking. placing a comforting hand on your abdomen he tried to calm you down, “you gotta relax baby, I've got you.”

you were helpless, unable to do anything but grab fistfuls of his organic cotton bedsheets as his tongue assaulted your poor pussy. “f-feels so good.” you whined, beginning to roll your hips against his face.

quickly you felt the heat begin to build in your core with the skillful use of his tongue. “jungkook-!” your vision became distorted as your body was overwhelmed with pleasure, but jungkook didn’t stop. he lapped up every last drop of your orgasm on his tongue before bringing a kiss to your lips.

jungkook was fucking filthy and you loved it.

“I need you,” already one step ahead of you, jungkook was stripping himself of his boxers. in one swift motion jungkook was flipping you onto your stomach and lining himself up with the entrance to your sopping cunt.

you had barely gotten a chance to see and admire his dick but for a brief moment, you did it and had your breath hitching in your throat. you knew you would struggle to stand tomorrow. “you ready, baby?” he checks in with you and you decided to answer with actions.

arching your back and pushing your ass towards him gave him all the answers he needed. “god, y/n. you’re going to be the death of me.” he groans, inching in slowly giving you time to adjust to his large size. A size you knew would take a while to get used to.

he continued to slide in until he eventually bottomed out and your two bodies were connected. you were squirming nonstop beneath him as if trying to escape, body so overwhelmingly full. “just relax,” he whispers near your ear and plants a reassuring kiss on the side of your neck.

doing as told you to relax your muscles and jungkook could immediately feel the difference. “that’s it, you’re taking me so well.” you smile into the pillows at his praises until your mouth fell open with erotic moans once he began to pound into you.

“fuck.” gruff and low moans fell from jungkook’s lips frequently. you never took him to be the kind to make much noise during sex but you were more than pleasantly proven wrong. his sounds only added to the speed at which you were approaching your climax.

“oh shitt, jungkook, I’m gonna-” this time you really did scream at the added pleasure from the friction you felt as jungkook mercilessly rubbed your clit. “me too, baby. me too. just hold it a little longer.” you couldn’t. it was impossible but you tried to hold it for as long as you could.

“cum.” you didn’t have to be told twice. your arms went limp, no longer able to hold you up as you were pushed over the edge and came with jungkook following closely behind. his hips losing their consistency and becoming erratic before you felt him painting your insides with his cum.

“oh shit..” the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing and even heavier rain as it bounced off the glass of his windows. “at least it rained.” your voice sounded weak from all the screaming you’d done.

your body was weak but your brain couldn’t seem to understand that as you watched jungkook whiz around the room with heart eyes. he looked like the epitome of sex and sin. the waves of his hair falling over his face loosely as some were stuck to the sweat on his forehead.

the size of his muscles distracting but not distracting enough to consume your attention away from the tattoos that covered the entirety of his right arm. before you could drool over him any longer he was already making his way toward you with a warm cloth to help clean you up.

Once the necessary post-sex priorities had been taken care of, the two of you were left cuddling in Jungkook's bed. He had one hand behind his head and the other on your waist as you laid your head on his chest.

Jungkook didn’t want to ruin anything with you but he was a strong believer in communication. This is why he brought up the sombre thought that plagued his mind for the majority of the summer. “When do you leave?” your head sunk along with his chest as he exhaled heavily.

You pick your head up to make eye contact, “Is this your way of kicking me out?” His eyes bulged. “No, never. I mean when do you have to go back to Pineley?” Now it was your turn to sigh. Putting your head back to where it was before, beginning to draw small circles on his pecs.

“Thursday.”

“Oh.”

That was three days away.

“yeah.”

This conversation suddenly made your lips feel chapped, “do you have any chapstick?”

“middle drawer,” he replies, prompting you to roll away from him and check the instructed drawer. Looking for a small tube, instead, you found a journal of sorts. “What’s this?”

Jungkook sits up with a defeated look on his face. “It’s a present. For you, actually.” Your ears perk at that. “For me?” He nods, “Open it. I was going to give it to you the day you leave but I suppose now works.” The book is still unopened, you tilt your head to the side, confused.

God, you were so fucking cute.

“Why not just give it to me at the Palooza?” He sucks in a breath of air through his teeth, “About that. I got sucked into some board meeting that day with some important people like state officials and whatever, but I tried to get out of it, believe me.”

Holding one of his hands in yours, you reassured him that everything was fine. “That sounds like a pretty big deal. It’d be silly for you to blow it off for some dumb event.”

“It’s not some dumb event and you know it. You talked about the Palooza as if it were heaven on earth, and I was looking forward to going with you.” Your heart swelled. “Yeah, I mean, there’s always next year,” you say and it causes Jungkook to grin.

“Next year? You sure you won’t forget about me by then?” Playfully you sent a hit to his chest, “Don’t say that. I’m gonna open my present and forget you even said that.” Admittedly he was a little nervous. He wasn’t the best at gift-giving, never knew what exactly to get people.

Your eyes scanned over the pages as you flipped through them. It was like a flower dictionary. It had all kinds of meanings for all kinds of flowers, but there was something personal about the way the journal was put together.

The paper had a little more texture than you were used to seeing, it must’ve been recycled; but the way the string held together the pages at the top through unevenly sized holes made you wonder.

“Jungkook, did you make this yourself?” His face was red. “Yeah, I know it’s a little lame but I--” Leaving the book on your lap before you pulled him close by his face and pressed your lips to his, pulling away with a smile. “I love it.”

“Remember to give us a call when you get back, alright?” You hugged your parents tight as they helped load your car will all the stuff you brought

“I will.” You smile waving goodbye to them as you stood near your car and your parents made their way inside. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t secretly hoping to see Jungkook one last time before you left.

That’s why you were so delighted to see him step out his front door, but not empty-handed. A bouquet of flowers accessorized his right hand as he made his way toward you.

“You’re here,” Smiling with nothing but teeth as he stopped in front of you.

“I had to see you before you left, I didn’t want to interrupt.” He gestures to your house which your parents had just walked into. “I got these for you,” Handing you the bouquet of arranged flowers that consisted of pink carnations and white clovers.

You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time reading Jungkook’s little flower dictionary he had given you which explains why his bouquet nearly moved you to tears just from looking at it.

You remembered what he had told you in the greenhouse all those weeks ago.

“I think that plants have a language of their own. That’s why bouquets are more than just flowers, they’re statements really.”

Pink Carnations: Gratitude, I’ll never forget you.

White Clovers: Think of me.

“It’ll be impossible to forget you.” Your bodies moved on their own accord. He wrapped his arms around you and yours doing the same, even with the bouquet in hand. It was as if neither of you wanted to pull away but you knew you needed to go.

“I’ll see you at the next Palooza.” your heart hurt a little to see the sad smile he had on. “Sure, but if you're able to squeeze me into that tight schedule of yours, maybe you could come to visit sometime?” You were nervous, you were proposing more than just Jungkook visiting you in Pineley.

“Like, long distance?” The arch of his brow told you everything you needed to know and you were regretting opening your mouth in the first place, “If you’re up for it?” You begin to make your way toward the driver's side of the car, thanking him for opening it for you.

Carefully placing the flowers on the passenger seat with Taffy in the back. “I’m certainly willing to try.” There was the grin you were hoping to see on him before you left. Closing the door, and strapping on your seatbelt, Jungkook stepped to the side of the driveway giving you the space you needed to pull out, but you stopped parallel to the sidewalk.

“See you in Pineley?”

“See you in Pineley.” He smiles, waving you goodbye before you drove off.

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brucewaynehater101 · 4 months

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Recently my mind has been plagued with ideas about things Tim could be other than human and what would both fit him and make an interesting story. I believe I might have found something that suits him rather well.

Tim has always been a strange child, always silent and always watching. Learning everything he can about everyone he has to interact with so that he can best make sure every interaction goes in his favor. He learned his manipulation from his Mother after all. She was the very best at it so he will be the very best too. She nor his "father" have watched over him since he was very small, after all they are creatures that do not raise their own young. Her returning to see him every few months, teaching him how to hide what he is and how to defend himself, *and* making sure he has food and shelter is far, far more than most of his species could ever even dream of. Janet is their version of Best Mom In The Universe, even if she's horrifyingly neglectful by Human Standards.

As for how Jack treats Tim, he doesn't. After all, once they were married and she had everything, she didn't need him anymore. Jack died before Tim was even conceived and the current Jack is nothing more than a husk, a living puppet that his mother walks around with as a shield to keep herself safe from prying eyes and questions. Perfect for keeping her cover as Just A Human. She has taught Tim how to do this same thing using small animals from the garden (and making sure he eats them after. He's still a growing boy who needs to eat after all) si that one day he can have a few living puppets of his own.

Tim does not tell anyone he isn't human, as per his mother's instructions. After all, he shares quite a few traits with a type of creature that humans *hate* and actively go out of their way to kill. Well, most do.

As he grows and ages as Robin, he never let's anything slip, he can't afford to let them know. He knows that Bruce doesn't trust magic in Gothem (or at least, Tim thinks that's the truth) and even if he did, the others have shown a distaste for the creature that he shares so much with. Especially Alfred and Dick, the later of which he has verbally claimed to *hate*. Given, one of them was in his hair when he yelled this but it still stung quite deeply and Alfred works hard to make sure that not a single trace of them can be found anywhere in the manor, even scolding Tim once for letting so much proof of their existence pile up in the corners of his room. But Tim doesn't blame him either, Alfred's job is to keep the house clean after all.

Eventually he must come clean though and what a way it is. Bruce has been working a case with Constantine about people going missing in Gothem. Turns out, everyone who has was some kind of magical creature and the people doing it are likely poachers. The others have been informed of the case so that they can report anything they know or anyone they know who could be a target. Tim doesn't say anything, instead keeping a closer eye on those he does know. He would never, ever sell out another creature. He would rather die.

A week later, an attempted raid on the poachers goes wrong and ends up with Jason, Tim, Bruce, and Damian all captured by the poachers. Tim is the last to wake up and when he does, the poachers are discussing what kind of undead Jason is, scanning the tied up vigilante with a device that simply says again, "subject, magical. Type, undead. Futher information, unknown."

At this point Tim realizes he's the only one not tied up. He's also the only one in a cage. He tries to pretend to be asleep but the one watching him says, "look who's awake. You know, we had bets on how many of you Bats were part of the magical community. Seems like I won the bet since only you and Red Hood over there are. Don't bother trying to lie your way out, our scanner can see through your Glamor spell, no matter how powerful it is. And this?" They hold up a small remote control with about a dozen buttons on it, "this does a wonderful little thing where it makes a specific pitch at a specific volume that causes Magical Creatures to drop their Glamor Spells or Shifts. Luckily it's nothing more than mildly annoying to humans."

A button is pressed before anyone can ask questions and the remove makes a loud, buzzing sound. It's not painful for the trio who are tied up, but Tim? Tim is shaking and writhing and *screaming* with both hands pressed over his ears. He is rolling back and forth across the ground as he screams for the person to stop, just *stop*. Bruce is almost free when he freezes upon realizing something. There aren't two tear tracks on his sons face. There's a lot. A pair of eyes have opened on his cheek bones and above his eyebrows and a smaller pair between them. Tim has gotten much paler and his canines have turned long and sharp like his nails. Tim rolls onto his stomach and curls up as best he can, screaming as there is a cracking sound. A long spindly, spider like leg shoots out of his side and slams into the floor, curling up in pain like the rest of Tim's limbs.

When the device is finally turned off, Tim is laying on his side, wheezing in pain and his legs are gone. In their place is the body of a giant spider which has sharp points at the tips of its legs instead of the regular spider feet. Tim has 8 eyes and is totally limp as he tries to recover. The Poacher simply laughs, "A Jorōgumo, a real master of puppets you are. But weak without them. God, your kind is so rare, you'll fetch us the price of at least 4 normal monsters. Add in you're a famous vigilante and we could break a few million dollars off *just* you."

Tim glares weakly at them and hisses softly. He knows the numbers are true. It's the secondary reason he never told anyone. He knew he would either get squished or sold off. How he just needs to figure out how to escape from Gothem before Bruce can confront him on this. He doesn't want to explain.

Aww... was he collecting little spiders and getting upset when his family kept expressing their hatred/distaste for them? Did he have to hear them talk about how creepy their eyes are, their weird abundance of legs, and how disgusting their overall being is before he excused himself to stare in a mirror and compare the similarities?

Does he dare to meet their eyes after the reveal, or does he fear finding the look of revulsion?

Also, would he find comfort in knitting, crochet, and weaving? Is his house full of hand-made blankets?

Anyways, enjoyed what you have and would definitely read more

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!!#dc au

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wittlesissyb4by · 4 months

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It was such a pathetic sight. Ryan was squishing in his chair, crinkling in his ridiculous diaper, and blowing raspberries between bites of mushy carrots.

I can’t believe how far he’s come, or, rather, how far he’s fallen. Ryan used to be a pompous, chauvinistic asshole who got a little too big for his own britches. If he wasn’t trying to impress his holier than thou attitude upon anyone he could in public, he was doing it at home with me. I was beneath him. I was nothing but a 50’s housewife expected to cook, clean, and pick-up after him. Oh, and to be there to please his tiny dick for almost a full 30-seconds…

I was tired of it, sick of being nothing but a vending machine for him to call on, only to be left thankless and underappreciated. Things had to change.

So, I started off small, slipping various hormones and chemicals into the food I was ordered to cook for him every night. When he was sleeping, I’d put on a little hypnosis for him to listen to after I popped my earmuffs in.

The effects were gradual at first. He started complaining about his nipples hurting. I’d find wet stains in his underwear, and he’d whimper and whine about the tiniest things (okay, maybe that wasn’t much different than before…). Soon I noticed him constantly needing to have something in his mouth. It started out with just his fingernails, then a toothpick, a plastic cap, and–when I started taking those away and he’d (literally) cry–he would resort to sucking his thumb.

He was actually giggling with delight when I brought home a pacifier. That was when things really started kicking in. He’d come home from work with wet underpants, and would wake up in soaking sheets. So, obviously, it was time for diapers. He protested at first, but soon I’d come into the living room to find him humping and crinkling on the floor, drooling all over his thumb. Where he used to bark at me to bring him a beer when he got home, he was now begging and pleading for a bottle of ‘milkies’ with his wittle baby voice.

He learned to address me as Mommy, to say ‘pweez’ and thank you for every little thing. He even agreed to let me bring home other guys. Real men for me to play with. There was a time where he’d try to act all macho in front of other men, now he’d get on his knees and suck their dick if I told him it was his ‘ba ba’ for the day.

He has no problem dressing like a girl, in fact, he kind of throws a fit if all his pink tutu’s and rompers are dirty and he has to wear a blue onesie. I used to let him hump his huggies as much as his little heart desired, I’d rather him pump his pitiful load into pampers instead of my pussy while I pretend to enjoy it–but then I took that away as well. He still whines and cries sometimes for me to let him out of his chastity cage for ‘cum cums’, but those are a thing of the past now.

It’s funny, he used to think he was so smart, he’d belittle everyone around him for not knowing the most random of facts. Now? He’s practically a braindead, bimbo baby. I mean, look at him. He’s blowing raspberries with muck in his mouth and drooling down his bib, smiling the whole time. He doesn’t seem to mind that he’s sitting in a heavily soiled diaper, in fact, he’s mushing around in it like a happy piggie playing in the mud.

I wonder if he understands that all of his money is now in my account. Sure, I’ll drop the hypnosis and send him out to work, only to make him snap back into it as soon as he’s home so I can tape him back in a diaper. Ryan–or Rylie–as she’s now called, is not even close to a man anymore. Her little dick is caged and diapered, right where it belongs. Now excuse me while I shovel more slop into her babbling mouth.

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angel-of-the-moons · 10 months

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I need to make a request where dom!reader pegs sub!Johnny Cage, I need him so bad its not even funny anymore

Pegging Johnny? In my house? It's more likely than you think!

Fresh Act

Johnny Cage x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, smut, sex toys, pegging, cumshot, Johnny whines when he's pegged you can't change my mind, slight spanking, recording, mentions of handcuffs, plugs, vibrators, fisting

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: pls don't look at me because of those tags asdfghjkl

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Johnny Cage was many things. An actor, a fighter, a champion, and now a director.

But there was one thing you knew he was that you were sure nobody else did--even his ex-wife, Cris--was that Johnny Cage was a bottom.

The energy this man exuded, the charisma and confidence would make anybody think that he was the boss in the bedroom.

But nope.

It was you.

Oh, how Johnny loved it when you would cuff his hands to the bed and just edge him for hours, especially if you straddled his thighs while he had a plug in--a pretty little shiny one with a cute green gem in the base--and you had some sort of vibrating implement to his cock.

Double that if you used one of those vibrating stroking toys.

But something you hadn't even thought about, surprisingly... was pegging. Let alone filming the two of you while you did it. You'd heard too many horror stories of celebrity sex tapes being leaked online and you weren't sure you could handle the thought of you (and Johnny) in such a vulnerable position.

The tabloids would eat you both up.

But having Johnny sit at the edge of your bed, shirtless, wearing sweats that hung far too low on his hips, sporting a rather happy and aching erection; and in his hand was a strap and a harness he ordered online, his phone in the other.

"So... Like. Cris would never humor me with this sort of thing. She didn't like it, but I thought if I brought it up with you..." He said.

And, god, his face has the cutest, most ridiculous set of puppy dog eyes he's tried with you yet. He almost made you cave instantly.

Almost.

"Johnny." You sigh, rubbing your forehead as you looked down at him. "Honey, I mean the dildo is one thing, but the camera?"

"Okay, I can totally take this." He said, shaking said object in his hand.

He changes it up and wiggles his phone instead, now. "And this? The video will just be for me n' you, Kitten. I promise. I'm really just gonna keep it when I need you but you're not with me. Like on set."

You couldn't help but chuckle at him with a huff. Yeah, of course he masturbated while on set. Johnny was the kind of guy to do that, after all.

"And how do you know you can take it, hm?" You ask, pointing to the dildo.

He makes a sideways grin and tilts his head, looking off to the side. "Well..."

"Johnny..."

"Okay, okay!" He laughed, leaning back on his elbows, his sweats stretching and emphasizing the outline of his dick. Your eyes flicked down his body to eye it for a few seconds, and the way his grin widened irritated you.

He was getting uppity with you again, trying to push your buttons. And you knew it.

You knew he knew it.

You cross your arms and narrow your eyes at him, pushing your breasts up just a bit.

"So, you know how I've been stressed about the new scenes on set? Yeah, so I've been experimenting with this and, well... I mean it's a bit bigger than the one I use--"

"So what I'm hearing is you've been keeping toys a secret from me." Your finger begins to tap your arm impatiently.

The way his eyes nervously dart around as he struggles to find words sends a delicious thrill through your body.

"Er, well, I..." He coughs. "Well don't think of it as hiding so much as... er. Waiting to surprise you?"

You scoff and slowly crawl over him, your leg between his thighs and intentionally pressing against his throbbing cock.

You apply a bit of pressure and tilt your head, your expression cold and calculating as he bites his lip and breathes hard through his nose.

"Sounds to me like you're making excuses." You state flatly.

The bobbing of his throat sealed his fate.

"Safeword?"

"Peaches."

"Want me to push it?" You ask, your hand sliding over his thigh, the tip of your thumb just barely tracing the side of his cock.

"Not tonight, but if I get overwhelmed I'll tell you." He says, licking his bottom lip as your thumb pressed against him with more pressure.

You slowly grin at him. "You said I can't push it, so I won't hurt you. But seriously, let me know if it's too much."

"I will, babe." He says as you kiss his lips softly.

"Kay. Now get naked and on all fours."

"Fffuuuck...." He groaned deeply.

"Johnny..." You say, your voice lashing with ice.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good boy." You purr. "Now do what I said or I'll just cockwarm you all night with no relief."

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Being with Johnny had allowed an inner demon of yours to come out. One you had no idea you were keeping locked up inside of you.

And boy, did she crave topping and dominating someone. And Johnny was more than happy to be that someone.

Setting up the camera took a bit of time, you let Johnny get up when you were struggling with positioning and lighting. After all, you wanted the both of you to look good in your homemade sex tape.

Once you were both satisfied with the way it was set up, you had Johnny get back into position, his cock jutting out between his legs, twitching and proud, his thighs were tense with excitement and his balls were nice and heavy from the edging you gave him.

Maybe next time you'd put him in a band, or a nice tight cock ring while you did this to him.

Next time.

Right now you had your bottom lip sucked between your teeth, chewing on it as you watched him shake with anticipation.

You palm his ass cheek firmly, giving him a soft squeeze; the latex on your fingers squeaking softly. "Now, Johnny... Here's a few rules. You have to keep yourself propped up. You're not allowed to touch yourself. I'll let you know when you can cum. If you do it before I say..."

You reach and squeeze his balls softly, earning a shaky whimper from him.

"I'm putting you in a Cage, Johnny." You grin maliciously. "Understood?"

The way his head shook had your heart yearning to just pull him back and kiss him stupid.

But already he was forgetting the game.

You give him another squeeze, just barely above pain.

"Johnny..." You scold.

"Yes ma'am." He wheezed.

You release him and give his ass an affectionate pat. "Good boy."

You hum as you grab the bottles of lube--one of several-- from the heating pad you had them resting on. There was one thing you knew almost nobody liked, and that was cold lube.

And it was always good to have a ton of lube on hand. No matter what, every time you think you have enough, you use more. For everyone's comfort.

And despite Johnny's assurances that he's had a dildo up his ass before, you wanted to have all your bases covered. You didn't want to hurt him unless he wanted it. Spanking or slapping or biting was one thing, but fucking his ass with inadequate levels of lube or prep could result in a hospital trip in the worst case scenario...

You popped the cap and spread his cheeks, slowly dribbling the clear liquid straight down onto his asshole, using one finger to tease the puckered flesh with an idle hum still in your voice as he sucked in a tight breath as your gloves finger massaged his tight, velvety walls.

You both agreed that for this situation, it was smart to wear some latex gloves so your nails wouldn't scratch his delicate insides. After all, even you used gloves when you fingered yourself, sometimes; having claws scratching up your lady bits was uncomfortable and could lead to infections.

"You good, Johnny?" You ask him gently.

"Y-yeah." He whimpered and quickly corrected himself. "Yes, ma'am. Ugh. You..."

He dropped his head and his upper body heaved with heavy breaths as he composed himself.

"You can use more than one."

Your brow quirked and you smiled impishly. "You want me to?"

"Please."

"Okay, baby." You murmur, pulling your finger out of his ass and holding your hand up, dripping a copious amount of lube on your first three fingers. You didn't want him too tight when you fucked him with the strap, and besides... teasing him was always part of your game.

Sometimes you wanted him so strung out he would cum from a puff of air. You wouldn't go so far tonight, you wanted him to cum on that hefty silicone dick of yours.

The groan that came from his throat as you eased your fingers inside of him made your clit twitch against the straining leather of the harness, your wet cunt already causing some nice slippery friction that stimulated you, too.

Johnny had thought of everything for this, he had the harness designed custom just for you and him, he had it made so if you wanted, you could have a vibrator stuck into a pouch in the front to stimulate your clit alongside the soft bump that rubbed against you with every movement you made, making your nipples pebble and goosebumps raise along your skin.

You twisted and pressed your fingers in every angle you could manage until Johnny collapsed down onto his elbows with a small moan.

You halt your fingers entirely and pull them out until just the tips of them remained inside, frowning down at your mega-star boyfriend.

"Johnny..."

He swallowed audibly and hauled himself back up onto shaky palms, his shoulders tense from the strain and effort.

And he thought planking was hard...

"That's my boy." You chuckle, thrusting your fingers back inside, curling them in a "come hither" manner, stroking his walls gently and oh so sweetly.

You bite your lip and move your hips closer, until your strap on was pressed against the underside of his cock and balls, giving external stimulation as you fucked his ass with your hand.

You were tempted to see if he could take the whole thing, but like your earlier thoughts you saved that idea for later.

You twist your hand downward as you look at the phone you and Johnny had set up, facing you with the front-facing camera, the ring light illuminating you two wonderfully. The energy of your bedroom and the candles lit provided a gorgeous backdrop for this; and the way you could actually see how Johnny looked on all fours, his eyes squeezed shut and biting his lip in concentration as sweat dripped down his forehead made your hips thrust against his in an automatic reaction.

He made a short gasp as your silicone cock grinded against his, pressing against his full balls while your fingers angled down, dangerously close to his prostate but not close enough to give hime spine-tingling relief.

You made a mental note to buy a custom stroker that you could shove alongside his cock, next time. You'd love to see him on his back as you grounded and stroked your cock alongside his, watching him come in thick ropes up his well-toned abs... maybe you'd have him lick your toy clean afterwards.

God, he was your inner demon's muse. He was so good at giving you ideas with just those pathetic little moans and whimpers of his.

"Look at you," You coo down at him. "Taking my hand so good."

You knew he could probably cum just like this, lazily stroking his hips against you, his cock sliding against yours as your fingers pumped in and out of him, stretching his hole out nice and wide for you.

But no, if he was gonna cum, it was gonna be while you fucked him hard with that goddamn strap-on he wanted so badly.

You pulled away all at once without warning, his ass twitching and empty at the loss of you. He looked over his shoulder at you, not voicing his question--because he knew he'd be punished if he got impatient--and his brows were creased pathetically in a silent plea for you to continue.

You acted like you didn't notice, humming a little tune as you poured what was left of the bottle of lube you were using on the dildo. You grabbed another warmed up bottle and applied more, stroking it with your fingers, trailing over the life-like silicone; the veins prominent and the foreskin creased as you pulled back like a real cock.

Fuck, you almost wished you had one, just to know how he'd feel all snug around you.

You rolled your hips into your touch, giving yourself some friction and making small moans--some for show, some genuine--as your clit bumped and rolled against the raised indent on the inside of the harness, more slick gushing from your wanting cunt.

You barely glimpsed at him out of the corner of your eyes, looking at him as he watched you, his eyes practically glistening with tears as he watched you slowly get yourself off, leaving him bereft and craving.

You were merciful and turned back to him, pouring more lube into his ass that was still clenching around air, waiting for you.

You pressed the tip against him, relishing in how his whole body seemed to go still as death as he waited.

But nothing happened.

You tapped the head of the toy against his waiting hole, "Remember. Use the safeword, and if you cum before I say, you're in trouble."

"Yes ma'am." He sighed, his voice watery and knees weak. "Please."

"Alright." You say, your tongue clicking as you press harder, the tip popping right into his asshole with wondrous ease, making you moan involuntarily at the mere sight as his hands bunched the expensive sheets, his cock leaking fresh, heavy drops of his precum.

"Fuck." He groaned as you eased in, inch by torturous inch.

"Doing s' good for me, baby." You praise as the toy is swallowed by his hungry body. "Takin' my cock so good. Next time I'm gonna have you ride it, m'kay?"

"Yes--fuck--please." He whined loudly, his spine arching and head tipping back as you finally bottomed out.

You rested there, letting the weight of the strap rest in his guts, getting snug and comfortable as his insides contorted around its shape, committing it to memory.

Cris was fucking stupid for not doing this to him. He was fucking gorgeous all split open and trembling for you, his muscles quivering as your spread your hand, palm down and fingers splayed while you slid it up his back, feeling just how sweaty he got.

"Gonna start moving." You tell him as you pull back; not quite as slow as when you were pushing in, but you were being gentle for him.

Just this once.

After that? Fuck, you were relentless.

You would roll your hips like you did when you rode his cock, gyrating and slapping against his ass as the stimulation from the harness pushed you closer and closer to your own orgasm while you fucked him.

You drove in and in, and in and in more and more, the tip of the dildo stabbing him in a way that he never managed on his own. God, Johnny wanted to badly to grip and tug his cock, to stroke himself so he could just cum already, but he remembered your rules and your promise to really make him suffer if he did what you expressly told him he couldn't.

All he could do was mumble and babble things almost incoherently, rolling his hips back against yours, his ass slapping audibly against your sweaty skin, the sound of your false cock lewd and wet as you buried yourself again and again, pile-driving the air out of his lungs with every punch of your hips.

"Fuck." You whined softly, feeling the flames of your own release began to creep up your spine, your blood turning to molten lava as the friction from the harness against the swollen bud of your clit makes your nerves light up and your brain almost forget what you were doing as you mindlessly chase your own release; your puffy lips and slick cunt gushing so much it feels like you could drown him if his face were in-between your legs, the clear, sticky juices dripping down your thighs as your hips snap up against his while you cum, your hands gripped tight on his hips to ground yourself.

As the haze of your orgasm ebbed and your hot slick dribbled down the skin of your inner thighs, you remember that you were buried all the way inside of Johnny's ass.

You smile, feeling a little guilty that you got so consumed in the moment that you'd neglected and forgot all about your whimpering and squirming boyfriend beneath you.

He hasn't said the safeword yet, and he has been good. Almost unusually, for him, to behave so well in bed. Sometimes he lived for your little punishments.

So, you decided to extend the olive branch of mercy yet again as you pull out, and angle your hips so you can press the tip against his prostate.

"Go on ahead 'n cum for me, baby." You coo at him, your voice becoming only slightly rough as you plowed full steam into his ass, relishing in the noises he made as he rocked shamelessly against you, the sweetest most pathetic noises coming from his cute lips alongside your name.

When Johnny Cage cums, he does so with his entire body, trembling, gripping, thrusting, arching... He does it all, puts his whole body into the effort of letting you know that he's at his limit and you've brought him there.

Hot, thick ropes of white shoot from the weeping and sensitive tip of his cock as you help him ride it out, smiling in amusement as he essentially rides you from below as he collapses his upper body down against the pillows, drooling just a little bit as his brain slowly kicks back on.

You could swear you could hear the dial-up internet sounds coming from his mind as you pull the dildo out of him.

"That good, huh?" You tease playfully.

"So, so good." He groans, rolling onto his back, just off to the side of the mess he made in the satiny sheets.

You hum in acknowledgement as you undo the clasps and buckles of the harness, turning the heating pad with the lube off as you set the harness and toy atop it.

You lean down and grab Johnny by his jaw, bringing his lips to yours in a heavy, loving and desperate kiss as his hands smooth up your back and down again, kneading and pulling the cheeks of your ass apart.

"Mmh. Again?" You murmur against his lips.

"As much as I'd love to do that again, I need some time to warm up, Kitten." He chuckles at you.

"But I can do that while you sit on my face, right?"

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #johnny cage mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #johnny cage mk #🌙 answered

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jaredpadonlyyyy · 10 days

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𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐

• 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏, 𝙋𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏, 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙔, 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏

• 𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙉𝘼𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝟭𝟴 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬!

• 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙐𝙉𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙀𝙓 (𝘞𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴) 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙄𝙀, 𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙔/𝙉, 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂.

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Y/N was done with a hunt when the Winchester brothers asked her to meet them at a local bar to discuss over looking for Lucifer who had escaped his cage. Had had worked with them before, she had met them one time on a case about how dicks had gotten sick from ghost sickness as Bobby and the boys had put it. And 8 years later she still helped the boys here and there. But they especially needed her when it came to demons. Especially since it was her kind of thing. Unlike them. She was born into the life.

Since she can remember, she had learned how to use a gun and what goes how when it came to a certain type of supernatural creature. Her father had trained her. Her mother had died giving birth to her the day she was born. She was happy that in her case. Her father didn’t treat her any differently. He was a cold man. He helped people but the only person he really did care about, was his daughter. She was his world.

But unfortunately a hunt gone wrong and her father was dead and she was left alone in the world at the age of 16 years old. She had been jumping from home to home, until she was tired of all of it and she ran away. Since she was a hunter. Her father had taught her how to scam for credit cards and get fake ID’s. So she got a new identity and had a new age so she won’t get put into a foster home ever again in her lifetime. At the age of 18 years old. She was known as to be the most amazing hunter of there sending demons to hell, and killing all supernatural creatures.

She was damn good at her job. She never had time to settle down with anyone. Not a girl, and certainly not a guy. She’s a hunter with a prize on her head for she killed at lot of demons once the angle blades came into play. Demons were scared of her when they crossed paths. They knew who she was and what she did. No demon ever escaped her. All always dean on site. Only once had that happened to her. When she was 17 years old. She had gotten distracted by her girlfriend at the time, she was in danger used as bait to lore her in. She was almost killed in the process.

Currently Y/N had agreed to meet with the brothers in LA. They met. And the devil jumped into another vessel. They didn’t know who. Lucifer was gone now. So currently Y/N was moaning as she rides a groaning angel. His mouth wide open as he breathed in heavily gripping the sheets under him. “Fuck, aah!” She moaned as she leans forward and started to bounce on Castiel hard and fast. “I’m gonna, cum!” She gasped throwing her head back as she digs her nails into his chest. Shaking in pure pleasure

Riding out her high. She got off him and she started to kiss down his body. Castiel honestly thought he was in heaven. He’s been with another woman before but the way Y/N rode him was making him see the heavens. She reached down to his thick 9 inch dick. Licking his dick from his balls to his head making him squirm as her tongue swirled around his head.

“Ugh!” Castiel gritted his teeth as he leaned forward his eyes screwed shut. He lets out a very loud moan as she puts all of him into her mouth. Relaxing her throat so she wouldn’t gag. She started to bob her head as he grunted bucking his hips as he fucked her mouth with his thick cock. Y/N hummed sending vibrations throughout his whole body making his cock twitch. “Y/N I’m gonna—.” He moaned. “I’m gonna, fuck!” She lifted up her head making her throw himself back breathing heavily as he looked at her through hooded eyes. She went on top of him and sank down on him again making them both gasp

Castiel grabbed her hips as she moaned calling his name over and over again as he slammed his hips into her in a fast pace. “Oh god, Castiel! Aaah!!” She shook as he felt his dick start to twitch. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Castiel took her off of him as released. “Uuarghh!!!” He groaned so loudly as he cums in his hand his legs shaking in pure pleasure.

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This is really short because of the fact that I wanted to publish one. But I got to lazy at the end and didn’t really feel like going more into detail so enjoy!

If you have any requests lmk. I’ll see what I can do. Since I don’t really do stuff like this. I can try. The only things I don’t do. Are daddy kinks or wincest, or age gap or peeing kink. But other than that feel free. I☺️ ps. I’m a destiel shipper but I don’t write destiel smut sorry.

#supernatural #spnfandom #spn #castiel #castiel x reader #castiel x y/n #castiel smut #misha collins

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faghubby · 7 months

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Oh Husband

"Husband, why don't you kneel down here and make me cum" Dana smiled. I looked around quickly. She was sitting in one of the patio chairs drinking a glass of wine as I was picking weeds out of the flower beds.

"Dana?!" I said quietly with a stunned look.

"What? You know you want to. Must little chastity bitch" Dana replied. She spread her legs. Pulling up her dress she wore no panties. I kneeled on the stone patio and buried my face between her thighs. As I liked and sucked her pussy.

"Do you hope Bob peeks over the fence and sees you?" Dana teased. I felt the cage get even tighter as my dick tried to get hard but had no room to grow.

"Paul you would like everyone to know what a beta husband you are wouldn't you?" Dana continued. She played with my hair that she had made me grow out as I pleased her. I made her cum. I always made her cum with my tounge. As she did she just pushed me back and fixed her dress. She made a hand motion as if dismissing me. I went back to finish the flowers. Her juices all over my face.

Dana got up and walked over to me. She bent down and grabbed my ass.

"It would be so hot if you wore your little thong bikini while you worked in the yard. Get those tan lines even darker" Dana teased then went inside. I knew she was teasing. She had me go to a tanning salon once a week. She loved my femine tan lines. She wanted anyone who might see me without a shirt to know what a bitch I was.

It had been 7 years ago when she had learned what kind of man I really was. It had started innocent enough. Dana was being adventurous and while she was sucking my dick worked a finger in my ass. I went wild.

I begged her to do it again and then again. This led to inserting a toy in my ass. Then fucking me with a strapon. All within a few months time. This led to a discussion of a threesome. Another man. I was reluctant but agreed. We chose a stranger. After a search on fetish dating sites. Dana found someone. We chatted a few times and finally decided it was time and invited him to the house. We where both nervous. His name was Greg.

Greg took control as soon as he entered. He had Dana naked and bent over before either of us had time to question. He ordered me to strip. As he fucked Dana. Not have sex or make love he fucked her. His hand around her throat his thick 7 inch cock smashing into her at an amazing pace. He stopped at one point and made Dana suck his cock. Tasting her own juices. Before he went back to fucking her. He totally ignored me I didn't know what to do so u stood and watched. As he pumped his seed into her.

"Come clean my cock" he ordered me. I was still in awe and did what he said without hesitation.

"You faggot husband just needs a firm hand" he told Dana. He pushed me away.

"Clean your wife Bitch" he ordered me. Dana spread her legs and seemed even more excited as she watched me clean another man's cum from her well fucked pussy.

We talked at length about what had happened and what we both wanted. We both agreed to explore this more. Dana is one of those people who research everything. And she did that very thing. She soon learned about cuckolding, chastity, FLM, sissy, punishment and a whole lot more. We talked and experimented alot. Now we have three kids so somethings where just not possible but Dana found ways.

Like if she called me husband it was an order. And I was to call her princess when we played. She locked me in chastity pretty fast. Since I had a small penis anyway. I enjoyed it. Well kinda. I enjoyed having to ask to touch myself. I enjoyed Dana being in control of me. Dana also started dating. Telling most people that she was cheating on me.

We told the kids mom had gone back to school to further her education. The kids ranged from 11 to 16. So it was a good way for them not to question, mom's night classes or late study groups. Also since mom was back in school Dad picking up the slack around the house doing more chores. The further she pushed the more I wanted. So when she had me shave, and start wearing panties I didn't argue. She would keep me locked for months at a time. And peg my ass once a week. While she told me about her lovers and what they did to her. She would sometimes show me videos. I understood when I watched. I had never even tried to fuck her lime they did. Most where rough using her.

"Non of them have such a gentle tounge like yours though" Dana told me. The kids now grown or away at school Dana became more open about things. She had confessed to her two best friends a few years ago. But now she didn't mind if others found out.

She took me panty shopping, instead of buying them online. Even telling the sales girl they where for me. She would take me to dinner and order for me. Telling the waiter that I couldn't be trusted to stay on my diet. She openly flirted with people in front of me. Including several of our friends.

She even took me to a gay bar and had me suck the bartenders cock. On the drive ho,e she told me she would never let me inside her again after watching what I had done.

But now rumors got back to the kids. And we are having a family meeting tonight. I know Dana is going to tell them the truth. I just am scared of how they will react.

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the7thheroine · 10 months

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Treech x reader part 2/5

PART 5 IN THE WORKS

Omg cl didn’t expect to write two parts in one go😭

He was stupid. Snow had to be the dumbest academy student to enter the school. And now you were really regretting following him to meet the tributes.

As the train pulls into the station at least twenty peacekeepers are stood guard holding large guns with a determined yet, scary look on their face. As each tribute got off the train you began searching for your tribute, treech. The district 7 male.

You saw the district 3 pair, district 4 pair, and then eventually the district 7 pair. Lamina was being held up by a peacekeeper as she was ready to collapse from tears and exhaustion.

“Hello? Treech?” You call moving carefully over to the pair. He turns to you, his clothes seemed even more rugged and dirty, his hat placed tightly on his head, his eyes surrounded by deep dark bags, but the most noticeable feature was the look of hatred smeared his gorgeous face his hands still tightly clenched.

“What is some like you doing here?” He spits out glaring down at you moving to stand in front of Lamina protectively.

He’s got spunk, that would help him survive.

“My name is y/n L/n, I am your mentor. My job is-”

“I don’t need a mentor. I don’t need you.” He interrupts staring at you in disgust.

I raise a brow in suprise. Ouch. He seemed even more exhausted then before, I look over his shoulder seeing snow speaking to Lucy gray.He seemed to be more successful then you, reaching out to offer her a rose.

“I know you don’t like me, but in the end I’m not going to just, let you die. I’m going to help you, I swear.” I raise my hands to show I mean no harm.

“Did they tell you to say that? Try and make me nicer.” He rolls his eyes not meeting your eyes.

His face seemed to sour even more as three peace keepers appeared, two grabbing Treech, and another grabbing Lamina dragging them to a transportation van. He gets to pull away, fighting the arms of the peacekeepers as they manage to push him into the van.

I take a step forward but snow catches my arm.

“Wait.. wait until they all board and then..”

“And then?.”

“We’ll get on”

He says, a look of severity covers his pure face. Once the peacekeepers bring the male tribute from 12 into the van, snow grabs your arm yanking you to the van helping you in before the doors slam shut.

“You’re a prick, a stupid prick.” I murmur into snows ear as he stands in front of me shielding me from the tributes.

“You lost? Get in the wrong van?” One of the taller male tributes speak up, reaper was his name, you remember Clemensia being somewhat pleased with receiving him.

“No.. no I am in the right place.” Snow speaks up confidently straightening his back, his eyes meeting the tributes as he looks to Lucy gray.

Immediately the boy lunges grabbing snows collar, the other tributes rallying him on to kill us, do something to us, you could feel the vomit rising.

“What about the girl, she deserves it too.” Coral from district four snarls out rising to her feet, what surprised you was not snow defending you, but treech. He moves letting go of the roof of the van coming face to to face with coral.

“She’s my mentor. Don’t try it.” He snaps putting a hand on her shoulder forcing her to sit back down.

“I wouldn’t either, we do that we all die, he’s my mentor, I’ll need him” Lucy gray speaks up throwing daggers to reaper, who looks exasperated and lets him go.

You sigh in relief, god. If the tributes don’t kill snow, you will. You will chop his dick off.

Suddenly the van shakes, coming to a jolting stop.

“Why’d we stop?” the district 12 male calls out, but before anything could be said next, the van is tipping, dumping the tributes out and into some kind of a cage, no. A zoo.

As you crash land you feel a weight on top of you winding you.

“What the hell?!” You cry out shoving the mass of you, treech rolls away, landing on his back.

“What the hell prat!” He snaps sitting up grabbing his hat, he rises to his feet shakily looking around.

“Where are we..” he mutters turning to you, and offers a hand.

“Aren’t you a gentleman.” You quip sharply taking his hand and rolling your eyes.

“I don’t have to be.” He snarks.

You still hold onto his hand as you look around, “the zoo..” you whisper out.

“I’m sorry the what?” He says following your gaze to the bars.

“It’s.. well it’s where the tributes are taken and stored for the people in the Capitol..” you answer moving towards where the crowd of people stood.

“Wait. So.. we are like… animals?” He says pulling you backwards.

“… I suppose you are..” you answer turning to face him, his eyes are glassing over again, he was scared. For the first time since meeting him in person he didn’t look angry, or tired. He looked like a boy.

“It’s gonna be ok, treech I promise your gonna be ok.” You say giving his hand a squeeze moving closer to him.

“You don’t know that. You’re not going in the arena..” he sharply whispers before inhaling. “Who is that..”

You follow where he is looking only to see, Caesar flickerman, harassing poor old Lucy gray and snow.

“Well look over there! Another academy student. Hello! God can they hear me, hello! You.. yes you!” He begins to nag us to come over.

“Listen this is good, this is really good, if we do the interview especially now with him it’s going to look good for you and you will get some support in the games and from the public.” You say gently pulling his hand and moving it to take his arm.

“What are you doing?” He turns his nose up scrunching his nose as you take his arm.

“We need to act friendly, look I know you don’t like me, but we need to make an appearance that will please the people.”

“What about Lamina?” He says turning to look at his partner.

“Her mentor will be here soon, I promise you Treech she’s going to be fine.” You say trying to offer a comforting smile.

You move closer to where Mr Flickerman is stood with his microphone.

“Ah yes! If it isn’t the lovely vivacious Y/n L/n! Now how did you get in here with your little tribute!” He smiles flashily waving the microphone in yours and treeches face.

“Well, I went to meet my tribute.. and we ended up here!” I try and give a smile which comes out crooked.

“And what about you treech! That was quite a look you gave the camera at the reaping! Now, my question for you is your from the lumber district aren’t you?” He smiles cheekily and snarkily at treech.

“Yes, yes I am. I chopped wood every day with my father for almost 10 years.” He smiles warily turning his gaze to you as he checks if he’s performing properly.

You give him a small smile in return trying to give him confidence.

As Flickerman continues to harass Treech until he gets somewhat bored, he then turns away, not saying goodbye and heading to the next tribute.

You lean closer to treech to whisper into his ear, he takes note and moves slightly closer to you.

“I’ll bring you some food later ok? And water. Enough for you and Lamina ok?” I murmur before leaning away.

“That’s.. nice. Thanks.” He replies solemnly looking towards where Lamina was sat alone crying to herself.

“I am.. I am sorry, treech. I really am.” You say frowning as Lamina sits miserably.

“Me too, I’m sorry for being such an asshole. It’s just, it’s hard.” He says back stepping away from you. “I’ll see you later then.” He nods at you jogging towards Lamina.

Two peackeepers enter the cage, one grabbing you, and one grabbing snow, taking you out of the cage.

@ch8mpion here queen 😍

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✨️FEM MERCS HEADCANONS✨️ pt 3 SUPPORT

those would be mainly things directly influenced by the gender change, so like personality wise they are pretty much the same as the og

THE BIG FINALE W/ MEDIC, SNIPER AND SPY, oof this one's long and heavy...

*mentions of periods, pregnancy, conceiving and all of that, blame medic and spy, those two are fucked up, and descriptions of resentment towards ones child (it's really heavy but i dont know how to tag it help, i hope this is enough ;-;)*

medic - I like Ludwig as a surname, so she prefers to be called by that (I don't wanna search German names rn). she's bat shit crazy as og medic, so she too, didn't feel "challenged" in medical school and started doing not so legal surgeries. ok now, let's take the weird obsession that og medic has for uteruses but put it through a femminine lens. a woman with a god complex OBSESSED with the concept of reproduction and basically "creating life" is ten times more scary and menacing than the og. I firmly believe she made a procedure on herself to stop her period while keeping her ability to conceive. She just wanted to stop the pain and the bothering bleeding. so no projecting your period cramps on her, sorry 😔. she's one of the few mercs to shave, she cares about her appearance. she has a thoughtful hair and skin routine she's trying to pass to engie. medic and engie are besties. They do girls' nights in the medbay or in engie's lab in which they try to create life from scrap metal and spare body parts. Just girly things, don't worry about it. she needs 3 bottles of beer before starting to feel tipsy, she's not the best drink buddy because trying to keep up with her will most likely bring you comatose. everyone thinks she has big tits but actually, she has a big rib cage and little fat on her chest. She does not correct the others, though, she never showed her full body in the common shower. seeing the team fully naked does not bother her, she just sees future specimens, but others seeing her? that's embarrassing, that will NEVER happen.

sniper - ok, hear me out for the name, but I think Mildred would be cute, but she would prefer to be called Mindy, so her name would be Mindy Mundy. I'm a genius I know. anyway, like og sniper, she had a difficult childhood, always out of place, distant and isolated, like engie but 10 times worse. so she has EVEN WORSE care routine. no wait, correction, she DOES NOT take care of herself WHATSOEVER. she's a greasy, unkept woman with little to no care about her appearance. she has mid back length hair but she cut her front hair with scissors because they get in the way. she prefers to stay with no bra, she finds it restricting. she does sleep in the van and lived out of canned food every time she had work to do. obviously, when employed by RED she kept sleeping in the van but is grateful that heavy, scout and engie are able to cook really good meals, this kind of helped with her health. she knows how to skin animals and have great anatomical knowledge. she's neither shy or introverted, she just doesn't care about others and sometimes she's kinda of a dick, but if she actually talks to you it means that in some way she cares about you. she talks a lot with scout, even if they mainly tear each other apart, both verbally and, sometimes, physically. the fight is usually stopped by heavy or engie, the others either encourage it or do not care. she is a professional so she would never say it but she likes staying with the team, but she does say that the all have their use.

spy - uff.. ok. spy is a complicated one. an arrogant, stubborn, self centred femme fatale. she wear her mask (i'm sorry i don't remember how it's called T.T) that covers her face like og spy, but i want here to wear a neckerchief and sunglasses. she still wears a suit, but it's a woman's suit, so shorter jacket and some other small differences. the main problem with spy is that a relationship between father and son and a mother and daughter one it's REALLY DIFFERENT. if you are the one that suffered for 9 month to give birth to a human being you didn't want, you are not just gonna ignore her for the rest of her life, no, you gonna have pure hatred in you soul for your daughter… the maternal love is so easily obscured by this resentment against the child you feel ruined your life. spy's really spiteful and maybe even malicious against scout and the fact that Jenny keeps her in such high regard would only increase that love-hate sentiment. spy wants to have a loving relationship with her but she connected the very concept of her daughter to that profound hate she had for so much time that she started to loath herself. that hate towards Jenny became toward herself, but she won't admit it so she conceive that feeling behind her "disliking scout". a bond between a mother and their children is so deep that when severed in any way leaves such deep scars and may will never heal. and when your daughter sees you everyday but not her own mother, you know that wound for spy is open to the world to see. she isolates herself from the team to NEVER create a bond with anyone, she's always alone, she must know everything about others and make them scared of her, it's the only way she can keep control on her own emotion. if someone would find out ANYTHING about her she would feel vulnerable, if she bound with ANYONE she would be vulnerable, and she won't allow it. she won't never allow it again. but Jenny is the living manifestation of her vulnerability, the only time in her life in which she was happy, in love, but from where she fled the moment she had a physical representation of that. so no, she doesn't hate scout, she hates herself, she hates that she is vulnerable, that she can't be vulnerable, that she crave a loving relationship with her daughter and the consciousness she fucked everything up. her love for Jenny is so deep inside of her that is impossible to grasp, is at her very core but covered by millions of layers of hate and self loathing, all protected by the mask of a cocky and egoistic woman.

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makethatelevenrings · 2 years

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First Failure // D. Grayson x gn!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: blood, gun violence, canon typical violence, reader has thoughts that could be viewed as suicidal, self hatred, ANGST

Summary: The prequel to First Christmas, or, how Dick saved you.

This is part of the Assassin!verse that you can read here

The roof was solid under your feet, but it still felt like the world was shifting and sliding out from under you. Nightwing stood in front of you, his brow furrowed at your words.

“I failed the mission,” you repeated. One month out of the cages and your handlers were getting twitchy. They were recalling you for reprogramming and extra training and sending a new agent to take over your case. This would be your last chance. To do what, exactly, you weren’t sure.

You realized you were slipping four days earlier when your neighbor, a friendly guy named Dick Grayson, invited you over to join him and his little sister, Stephanie, for dinner and to watch a movie. The plot seemed so contrived and random, but you found yourself seated on the couch with your knees pulled up to your chest and your eyes fixed on the screen. The Princess Bride, they told you it was titled. By the end of the movie, Steph was fast asleep in between you and Dick, and you were horribly confused.

“Why would he go through all that trouble to save her? I mean, he practically died. She can’t be worth it that much.”

You could see him staring at you out of the corner of your eye so you rested your chin on your forearms and tilted your head towards him. The light of the TV flickered over his handsome face, those kind eyes and smile that seemed to be glued onto his face. He studied you and in that second, you felt for a brief moment that this was the life you were supposed to always have.

In all of the movies Dick had shown you, the main character always seemed to win in the end. Did your life feel like winning? Spending your days pacing the length of your cage until they let you out to train or study targets or sharpen your skills before being placed back into that cage with a measly bowl of watery soup? That was winning?

“What do you mean you failed the mission?” Nightwing asked. He stepped closer to you, his escrima sticks hanging loosely in his hands. You took an involuntary step back and he raised his hands to signal peace before he slid his weapons back into their holsters.

“You. You were my mission. I thought that was obvious.”

He huffed out a low laugh. “Yeah, I figured from the amount of times you tried to kill me. But you’re still here. Aren’t you going to keep trying?”

The black fabric of your balaclava and hood hid most of your face from view, but your eyes still peeked out from behind your mask. Tightening your hands into fists, you suddenly relaxed them and shook your head.

“I…I’ve been compromised,” you admitted. “I don’t know what’s going to happen to me, but I wanted you to know so you could be prepared.”

“Why?” The question was bordered with anger and maybe a tinge of sadness. “You’ve been trying to kill me for a month. Why tell me this?”

“Because they told me you were my target. That meant you did something to deserve death. But I have seen the way you take care of this city, these people, and I cannot conceive of a single reason as to why you should die by my hand.”

He faltered, his lips pursing, and you wished for just a moment that you could see underneath his mask and know the man that hid behind it. Was he as kind out of the suit as much as he was inside of it?

“Let me help you,” he finally said. “I know people. I can get you to safety, get you away from whoever is giving you orders, and I can get you your life back.”

A miserable moan escaped you. “There’s nothing for me to go back to, don’t you understand? This is all I know, this is all I’ll ever know.”

“You won’t survive.” His words reminded you of a quote from that movie Dick showed you. A small smile lifted your mask slightly and you shrugged.

“Nonsense. You only say that because no one ever has.”

“Please. Let me help you.” He said it so softly, with such desperation, that you wished you could take his outstretched hand and let him whisk you off into a new world. But that could never work.

“I can’t be saved, Nightwing. I can’t be redeemed.”

A glint of metal reflecting off of the numerous lights of Bludhaven caught your eye. Shit. They must have sent someone already to eliminate the threat.

Nightwing hadn’t appeared to notice the sniper rifle which meant he didn’t react when you hurtled yourself towards him and twisted your body to stand in between man and machine. A startled gasp escaped you as the bullet entered the fleshy part of your abdomen and you immediately fell to your knees as your body absorbed the shock. Fuck, you had been shot before but it hurt like a bitch everytime. Fucking hell, fucking damnit. You needed to move. Needed to get out of the line of fire.

Lying flat on the ground, you tried to shake off the ringing in your ears, but it seemed like your body was just intent on betraying you. Something grabbed your arm and you whirled around, aiming a knife for whoever touched you, but they quickly pulled away. You stumbled to your feet and clamped a hand down over your stomach before stumbling towards the edge of the roof. Inhaling deeply, you turned to look back at Nightwing one last time before you let yourself tip over the edge into the safety of your zip cord.

You practically fell into your apartment once you crawled to your fire escape. Briefly, you wondered what Dick was doing, but you brushed that thought away. By dawn, you would be dead or in a truck being transported to be tortured into submission by your handlers. There wasn’t time to think about the people you would leave behind.

Russet streaks and fingerprints marked the walls as you stumbled towards the bathroom. Your head was fuzzy from blood loss and black spots crowded in on the edges of your vision. Everything smelled and tasted vaguely of iron and your hand was soaked with your own blood.

Your knees gave out mere feet from the bathroom and you crawled on all fours to the cabinet that held your first aid kit. The sopping viscous liquid that coated your hand made it damn near impossible to open the wooden door and you nearly cried out in success when you were able to nudge it open.

“Pliers, pliers, pliers,” you chanted as you threw the massive bag down and began to sift through it. The adrenaline had worn off about now and fiery hot pain licked up through your side and into your lungs. Every breath felt like an elephant was sitting on your chest and your temples pounded with each thready heartbeat. You needed to get this damn bullet out and then you could pack the wound and apply pressure.

Was this all even worth it? What would happen if you succeeded in patching yourself up? You would just be sent back to kill again. The blood on your hands now was freshly painted by the same people who had sent you to do the same thing to others time and time again. If Nightwing was innocent, who’s to say your other victims weren’t unjustly murdered?

That’s who you were. An assassin. A machine. You were a gun loaded and pointed by your handlers. You were simply a weapon.

They wouldn’t cry if you bled out on this bathroom floor. They would simply toss your body into an unmarked grave and drive off to find some other child to snatch in the night and train into their perfect little soldier.

“Damnit,” you hissed under your breath as you fumbled with the zipper on the bag holding gauze patches. In a fit of rage, you threw the kit into the bedroom and watched as the various bags and first aid supplies scattered across your room before falling to the ground with a muted thud. Your chest heaved with wild, strained breaths and then you were sobbing. Shit, you were weeping.

The cries wracked your already weak body and you let yourself slip down until your cheek was pressed against the pool of blood that had gathered underneath you on the shoddily tiled floor. You pulled your knees up to your chest as best as you could, the fetal position they called it, and waited for the reaper to claim you.

A banging noise faintly registered in your mind, but you were too tired to consider who it was they sent after you. Perhaps they would be kind enough to toss a dandelion on your grave. You wondered for a moment what your headstone would read if you were graced with one.

Agent 2327. Failure. Killer.

“Hey, hey.” Someone was speaking. A hand slapped your cheek and you tried to open your eyes, but heavy weights were pulling you under. First things first, to the death, you recalled the quote from the movie. No. To the pain.

Everything was a fuzzy, blissful feeling. It was like waking up from the best dream, but then you realized with a start that you shouldn’t be waking up at all. You let your eyes adjust to the dim lighting in whatever room you were in and tried to take in your surroundings. A popcorn ceiling, a Black Canary poster on the wall…where the hell were you?

“You’re awake.”

You let your head fall to the side and met kind blue eyes. Dick Grayson sat beside you in a chair that didn’t look terribly comfortable, but he didn’t appear to be in any discomfort as he leaned in closer to you. It was then that you noticed the familiar black and blue uniform that you had been tailing for a month clinging to his body.

“You…” The words failed you and he offered you a small smile.

“Yeah, me.”

Why did he save you? You had been hunting him down and trying to kill him for the past month. Was this some kind of sick ploy for him to extract information from you? You knew he worked with Batman occasionally in Gotham. Was he going to turn you over to him?

But that wasn’t Nightwing. That wasn’t the hero you had watched over the past month. That wasn’t the man who snagged kittens out of trees, took down trafficking rings, and faced enhanced threats that tried to destroy his city. That wasn’t the Dick Grayson you had met either. Dick was kind, welcoming, and always made an effort to be…well, neighborly.

You had a choice to make here, but it looked fairly obvious what path you should take.

“Please help me,” you whispered. He leaned closer, his arm stretching out over your head and his thumb stroking along your temple. His eyes were hard and you missed the warmth that usually effused from them. Shutting your eyes, you waited to hear him reject you. To inform you of what he would do with you now that you were defenseless and broken before him. Would he send you to Arkham?

“You’re safe now,” Dick assured you. “I’m going to help you, I promise. You’re safe. You’ll never have to go back there.”

And for the first time in a long time, you truly believed that you were safe.

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kneelingshadowsalome · 1 year

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I'm just over here muttering to myself "I will not fall in love with König, I will not fall in love with König..." lol send help!!

But I'm super curious about something - do you think if König fully decided on an Engel being the only one for him, but then found out she was happy in a committed relationship (like there is no ~lover sneaking into her room, there's a straight-up other dude living in the house) does he try and get her to cheat? And when that doesn't work is it just straight to 'oh no, your husband's missing?? well he seemed pretty awful anyway, here let me cheer you up with some superior dick!'

Ohh I think there’s only one way this would go… (I’m so sorry everyone i should be caged)

Now. König gets absolutely torn apart inside because marriage is sacred and this woman is not his possession… And the only way to make her his is to get rid of the one who “owns” her. But how could he ever live with himself after that? It would be hell.

So at first, he does nothing. He even tries to leave her alone, leave them alone.

König bites his nails in the shadows and suffers in silence, heart aching and dick hard, raging on missions like an angered bear, trying to get over the one woman who he has in his delusional mind deemed to be the One and Only for him. In his heart he knows they belong together.

And any blind man can see that she's not truly happy with this man. So wouldn't it be a kindness and a grace to set her free...?

Engel is of course devastated, perhaps the marriage wasn’t exactly everything she has ever hoped for and the man was far too normal and lukewarm for her taste, but she was happy in her own way. His death ignites an even stronger love, now born of sorrow: every injustice in the world makes her heart big and heavy from bittersweet compassion, and she mourns his dead husband, gone far too soon, visits the fresh grave every day and cries without knowing that there is a man in the woods, watching her intently.

In the end, the selfish greed and what König calls love (c’mon man you haven’t even talked to this girl yet...) wins the battle of good and evil in his heart, and he does indeed get rid of the husband, as cleanly as possible. It’s his most merciful kill: no pain at all, just a few seconds before it’s over. He treats the corpse with the utmost respect and knows that from this day forward, he’s not only a monster; he’s pure evil.

Then he starts the hunt for his beloved… because if he can’t have her, then it has all been for nothing.

König sees what a devoted, sweet little widow Engel is, mourning her late husband as a good wife should. Her value only soars to the highest heights in his eyes, and when he finally approaches her in the graveyard, saying he likes long walks and sometimes wanders to this graveyard because it’s a pretty, quiet little place, his heart is already full of painful love for her.

One day she breaks into tears in front of him, and that’s his chance: he takes a step and closes her in a sturdy hug. Her big, wet eyes and helpless looks have already made his savior instinct go haywire, but as she quivers and cries there in his embrace, trying to hold on to him like she’s drowning in a sea of sorrow, it’s insanely challenging not to get a demanding erection that leaves him bloodless and faint in the head.

All he wants to do in this life is console her...

“My place is not far,” he offers her while stroking her hair gently, and she goes tense in his arms – a woman turned prey, sensing she’s in grave danger.

No no no, she’s getting away…

“It’s not good for you to be alone,” he adds, knowing he has blown it already with his enthusiasm.

“I… I don’t know…” the widow in his arms mutters through sniffles and tears. Then she tries to withdraw. “Is that… Do you have a knife in your pocket…?”

Fuck…

Think of something. Anything.

“Ja… I always carry a knife. It’s a, uh, big Austrian one. Would you like to see it?”

Scheisse… Women don’t want to see knives, you idiot—

“Um, yes... Yes I would. This may sound odd but... I love knives,” she withdraws, but only to look up at him with yearning and curiosity. Her soft little hands are still around him, and her eyes are sparkling… and this time not from tears.

#answered #yandere könig #lol oops

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denial-permanente · 2 years

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It's not about her

It is probably not a surprise that one of the most common questions we get is "How do I get my wife to lock me up? I keep explaining the benefits but she just doesn't get it" or something like that. It's probably because in order for her to get these "benefits" you want constant attention and rewards. It actually becomes more work for her.

There are all these websites and things that have the men convinced that being locked up is "all about her" when really it's obvious that it's "all about your penis". Once that cage goes on most of you are more focused on your dicks than ever. Yes, some men might wash a few dishes but all I hear (or read) is about how often you should be unlocked for "teasing" (a stupid idea in my opinion but that's another subject) or how to earn a come or other things like that.

The reason most of your wives try it out and then give up after a month is because so many of you become insufferable. Wash the dishes and do the laundry first before you ask your wives to try something that makes you more dick focused than ever.

I get a lot of questions about what kind of orgasm or unlocking schedule I had to train my husband. Or how often I allow him to come. Or how often I do... whatever. Look, schedules are not fun. Neither is a husband who is constantly whining about being unlocked. Those of you asking for this do not want a relationship, you want a sexual fantasy.

One of the sexiest things about what my husband I do is that he gave me the control to do this the way that I want. Yes, it went from long term to permanent, and it was totally my decision. The fact that it is difficult for him sometimes is the whole point! And the fact that he does it for me without complaint is what makes me feel powerful and in control.

Stop pretending that it's about her until you can really commit to serving your wives without worrying about what's in it for you.

#chastity question

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Broken Prism

Chapter 26

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: some violence

Summary: Jason goes to get YN back from the doctor

Notes: only 2 more chapters after this!

Jason knew he wouldn’t be mentally able to plan this mission, so he let Bruce handle it. Bruce studied the small office building they were holed up in, located in Lower Gotham and surrounded by other abandoned buildings. There were probably various squatting camps nearby, innocents they were trying to protect themselves behind. Bruce was going to go into the front, try to keep however many of those working with the doctor distracted while Tim and Dick slid in from side windows to assist. The doctor would most likely stay with YN in case any of them got through, he might have her in a trap. The intent was probably to kill her and see what Jason did so he would have to keep his composure at least a little bit, until she was safe and then all of the rage he felt was going to be released on those people. Bruce would have to deal with them all being dead before Jason left that building tonight.

As they were gearing up, keeping an eye on the tracker just in case YN moved Bruce approached Jason. He waited for acknowledgment and Jason could tell he was worried.

“Sorry Bruce, I’m not going to be your good little Robin tonight,” Jason said, throwing a glance at him. Bruce stared hard at him, still quiet. His favorite tactic, just stew in silence until Jason talked, let him hang himself with words somehow. Not this time, Jason just worked on reassembling his last gun.

“I cannot condone what you want to do to them,” Bruce said finally. Jason holstered his weapon and turned to face his mentor. “They should be arrested and let the justice system deal with them.”

“The justice system in this entire country is shit, in this city its worse,” Jason said. “I am going to kill all of them, take YN away to that cabin, and after getting her help to recover from this whole traumatic experience we will decide if we want to come back. If we come back, then Red Hood isn’t going to be a nice little follower of Batman. People will still die, think of it like this, you can deter the ones who only offend once. I’ll take out the ones that can’t seem to help but be bad. But that’s only if we come back.”

“You would really abandon Gotham?” Bruce asked. Jason rolled his eyes, grabbing his helmet.

“Gotham is important to me, but its not my lifeblood, YN is my lifeblood and if she never wants to set foot in this city of blood again then we won’t,” he said. “Now let’s go.”

The room you were being kept in was, in a word, terrifying. A cage sat in the corner that looked like had once contained a large animal, blood was dried all over it and some scraps of what might have been beef lay scattered on the ground around it. A chair was in the corner, spikes for the seat, straps to hold someone in place. It also seemed to be covered in dried blood. An operating table was in the center of the room with instruments on a stand next to it and they all were, you guessed it, covered in blood. This room was where evil was practiced and perfected. It made you sick. But the thing that scared you most was the noose hanging from the ceiling. That looked new, like it was meant for you. They had dressed you in a white dress, ethereal in its design, some kind of angel they were going to kill to bring out the demon in Jason. You wouldn’t let that happen. You grabbed a rusty looking bone saw from the stand in the room, holding it behind your back, ready for the next time someone came in. You hoped it wasn’t all of four of them, you could maybe take one or two, but all four and you would be hanging dead in minutes.

You knew something was happening when only Strange came into the room, looking frazzled. He grabbed you roughly, turning your body, pulling at the dress, ripping it a little, as he searched and finally found the small injection site on the back of your neck where you had forced Tim to implant the tracker. Once he turned you back to face him you struck with the bone saw, scrapping the dulled blade down his cheek. He cried out, backing up and grabbing at the gash, seeping blood everywhere. His eyes turned feral, and he came back at you. You once again swung the blade, but he was expecting it, grabbing your arm with one hand, the other sending a fist to your face. Your head snapped back at the impact, stars blinding you as pain seeped through your skull. He took this moment and gripped you under your arms, heaving you onto the table, jumping up himself. You recovered and started to scramble, trying to grab at him, pull him down, but he was using all his strength to stay on the operating table. He grabbed your hair, yanking your head back to punch you again, sending more pain blooming through your mind. You recovered faster this time, but he had already stood you up and had gotten the noose around your neck, tightening it. Your hands went to the rope, trying to get your fingers under the strands, yank it off, loosen it just a little, anything to stop the panic that was starting to grow in your nervous system.

“O, Red Hood, lovely to see you,” you heard the doctor say. Your eyes darted around until you realized Jason was behind you and Strange was holding your shoulders steady so you couldn’t turn. “O don’t come too close, this table isn’t very steady, one little push and she will break her pretty neck.”

“You know better than to do that. You kill her, I kill you, then you can’t finish your little study,” Jason said, the mechanical voice bringing you calm. It never occurred to you that Jason could lose. You had more faith in him than anyone else. You assumed that the others were around, probably taking care of the other three, but still, Jason was there, that was truly what made you feel safe. Strange stepped down from the table, leaving you hanging up there, still struggling to free yourself. You felt the table move a little as he pushed it with his foot.

“You may kill me, but you will kill everyone and everything if she dies. That barely suppressed rage brought on by the Lazarus Pit will consume you the moment your world turns gray, and you know you can’t bring her back,” the doctor said. Jason knew he was right. If he didn’t save YN, everything else was going to die with her. There was no point to a dark world without her in it. He wasn’t going to let that happen. He held up his gun and aimed it for Strange’s head.

“I can just shoot you, I’m sure your friends downstairs are already tied and up and ready for me to execute,” Jason said. Strange chuckled a little. He was arrogant, Jason could see that, maybe he thought that they would be joining him soon. Jason wasn’t an idiot, its why he had taken extra time to come up here. He had waited until Batman, Nightwing, and Robin had the other three under control and contained before he came here. Now he just wanted to end this.

“My friends downstairs may be neutralized, but that just means it will be easier for you to start your rage killing spree,” Strange said. He kicked his leg back, sending the table skittering across the room. YN dropped, Jason fired, the bullet hitting Strange between the eyes. He ran over to where she fell, expecting the world to be gray, feeling the rage already pushing to be let out. But that didn’t happen, her neck didn’t break. He hurried, pulling the table back and climbing up on it, getting her to stand. He saw that she had managed to get her fingers under the rope, making the impact of the fall less stressful on her neck, saving her. He panted, getting the noose off of her neck and pulling her close. She panted and looked at him.

“I didn’t mean it,” she said. Jason nodded. “After this…when what’s happened finally sets in, I’m sorry for how I’m going to be.” He nodded again. He helped her up and they walked down the stairs into the lobby of the office where Zsasz, Flamingo, and Stirk were tied up, Batman, Nightwing, and Robin watching them. Jason gently passed YN to Tim, who hugged her tight as Jason leveled his gun.

“Red Hood…” Batman tried to caution, but it was useless. Three shots, three dead murders and one still living. He looked at Bruce and saw the disappointment, but he didn’t care. If Bruce really thought that these men were able to be saved, or could be contained even, he was a fool and Jason wanted no part in his family. Bruce changed nothing, Jason still had control of North Gotham and it was the safest part of the city. What Jason did meant something and Bruce wasn’t going to stop him.

“Just keep my territory safe while I’m gone Batman, did a lot of work to lower the crime rate there,” Jason said. Bruce just nodded. “Come on YN, let’s get home, I’ll call Dr Thompkins.” This was going to be a long road but they would be alright, they were together, it would all be ok in the end.

#jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #redhood #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #brokenprism

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leightonfucker · 1 year

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Trans girl sydney thats all 🙏🙏🙏

yes yes yes a thousand times yes. as obsessed with impregnating and/or being impregnated by the accursed cisgender sydney as i can be, i really do think trans* sydney is peak sydney, and trans girl syd is my favorite.

i think of her so often. p!syd doesn't quite understand the concept of a chaser or fetishization, she's flattered people like her but gets dysphoric if they focus too much on her cock. squirms uncomfortably being called a futa or a femboy but is too shy to say anything to the contrary. having said that! if she weren't so sheltered, she'd delve into corruption pretty quick. she'd absolutely be on social media posting pics of herself in chokers and crop tops and miniskirts and striped thigh-highs, extolling the virtues of gock and galls. dom 4 money, likes having a little extra cash for herself; generally a sub-leaning switch irl, though she won't pass up the chance to commit acts of sadism or be on top n breed. the kinks don't go away, anon, not in the slightest.

she strikes me as pretty likely to be t4t, would at least prefer someone who's queer so they could relate to her struggles seeking acceptance in the temple. her parents were very kind and supportive, and jordan was as well, but other initiates weren't always so kind.

when she finally meets you, it's just... it's so refreshing, to have someone who completely and utterly accepts her as she is. she's not like kylar, who doesn't care for acceptance so long as you'll keep your holes open wide for him. sydney wants to be loved, and though she keeps her secrets held close to her chest at first, being able to open up to you about everything... it's like a dam breaking. she's so so so happy she has you.

sex with her isn't quite as complicated as it is with kylar. she has her kinks, sure, but she's perfectly happy to keep it vanilla so long as it's pleasing you, assuming you'd keep her pure. if you corrupt her, though, you're in for a treat. she's gonna try to get you pregnant even if it's not biologically possible. raw dick in whichever hole(s) you have when she feels up to it, toys in them when she doesn't. fond of tying you up and making you stroke her ego. maybe if you call her the most beautiful girl in the world again, she'll let you go? ah, no, she's gonna keep you there longer now, loves the sound and feel of you worshipping her, can't resist the urge make you put that mouth to work other ways too. yes, balls in your mouth, anon. balls in your mouth. cock in your mouth if you're eager enough. the mouthfeel, anon, think of the mouthfeel!

she shaves as best as she can manage before she gets the cage off, and if you keep her pure to her she's likely to keep doing so. she knows cis women have pubic hair too, but it makes her feel dainty and feminine, so she doesn't particularly want to quit doing it. c!syd isn't so picky, but she will make fun of you if you ask her to quit shaving. you into pubes, are you, you little perv? should she let her pit hair grow out as well? should she quit washing? girlsmell for you, anon? sniff it all up, okay?

whew, that was a long one! i'm a little low on writing juice now, so i'll just give some ending notes... i'm the fondest of corrupting sydney post-promise, honestly, so i imagine that whenever i write about c!syd. believe it or not, i've only done rite of defilement once, and it was on a throwaway save. with cheats, even.

that's all for now. fuck, you can really tell i love women. send in more asks, everyone, give me more gock fuel and maybe i'll poast.

#degrees of lewdity #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #suck her dick saturday #slight warning for:#misgendering

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Some good/bad/ugly (but not super ugly, I'm not a dick about it) thoughts on RWRB. Obvious spoilers.

The Good:

The cake. Different from the book in a few ways but so damn good and a really strong beginning for the film. Also, watch through the credits for a tiny post-credit cake moment.

Alex and Henry messaging back and forth and talking on the phone at the beginning. A perfect way to translate that to the screen, taking advantage of the visual medium. I laughed out loud multiple times during the segment and just really enjoyed watching it.

Zahra. All of her scenes. So good. Dare I say her relationship with Alex was the most developed in the film? Maybe. It was certainly my favorite.

The polo match was a lot of fun, too. Though brief, it was very much in-line with what was on the page and that was satisfying to watch.

The King. He's a very different character than Queen Mary and by casting Stephen Fry and refocusing the moment, it became layered and interesting. An implied foil for Henry. Probably one of the better changes from the book.

The Bad:

Nora and Bea don't have a lot to do. Nora certainly gets a little lost after the first part of the film, though she’s around. Bea doesn't really mean anything until the last half of the film. Neither of them really have any of the depth that their book counterparts had, which is a shame since they're so great on the page.

Percy (because I'm pretty sure he is never referred to as Pez in the film) is an absolutely nothing character. Surprised he wasn't cut, but they clearly wanted Henry to have a counterpart to match Alex's Nora. But he actually gets nothing at all to do.

Alex and Henry's Christmas phone call is gone, and they only really have one big moment of vulnerability before New Year's (the hospital closet), which kind of makes the big kiss feel unearned. They're definitely friendly by New Year's, so that's something.

We're told a lot about the cages that Alex and Henry find themselves in, but they're never clearly defined in the film (it's very tell, don't show), which makes the stakes of them breaking out to be together feel lower, at least to me. I wish we saw a little bit more of the world that they inhabit so that we could understand the risks, but instead it's all summarized in TV segments.

For me, Alex and Henry never really feel fully-realized, especially Henry, who doesn't get his big moments until the later half of the film. It's a shame, but none of their moments of sincerity felt truly earned. I don't know, there was some kind of barrier between me and them for the entire film, I struggled to feel for them outside of "oh that's cute" or "oh that's sad" or "oh how nice."

The Ugly (or, more accurately, things that still don't sit right with me 15 hours later):

Miguel. Oh, boy. I really, really don't understand the choice to include this original character. From the very beginning it's just very... what? And why? All of the leak and antagonism of the leak, instead of being contributed to the white conservative Republican was instead placed on a queer Latiné man with no depth and I'm just... so very very confused by this choice. Obviously it was to streamline a lot of the backstory and details of how the leak came to happen, but my god... I really don't even know. I don't know if Matthew will ever talk about his choices for this character, but I'd really like to hear them. Also, he's not Liam or Rafael Luna, not even close. A pity that comparison was even made at any point during promo because it's 100% not true.

We get maybe 3 mentions of Arthur, no sight of Catherine. In fact, while Catherine is an absent mother, it's not attributed to her grief at all, but more just that she'd rather be anywhere else than by her children? And Henry and Bea are both very resentful of that fact. And I was like... why are we doing that to Catherine? She doesn't deserve that writing.

So after the leak, we get the communications lockdown which makes it impossible for Alex and Henry to speak to each other. But the film decided to have Alex make his big public speech during that time, without having Henry by his side or without him even talking to Henry about it first, and I found that really really upsetting. That was one of my favorite parts of the book, that Alex got to Henry as quickly as he could and then they walked through the whole situation together, side-by-side, as a team, both consenting to the everything after their consent was ripped away from them because of the leak. The film didn't give them that and I really didn't like it at all.

I mean, there were other things, too (the big sex scene was in Paris and happened way too early in my opinion - not because of the sex itself, just how it was framed), but I'm really not interested in picking the film apart. It's an okay film. It's not a terrible way to spend 2 hours. All in all, it feels like a solid summary of the book with glimpses at a lot of the book moments that we love. That doesn't make it a bad film, just a straightforward, simple one. It was made to be palatable for a general audience and that's fine. There's a deeper and more complex story here, which we know from the book, but this film wasn't the place to tell it. It tells a version of it, and it does an okay job at it.

(But, like, I'll take a 5-6 episode mini-series one day so that we can get the fully complex Henry backstory and screen time that he deserves to have.)

Also, Taylor Zakhar Perez's bare ass is a 10 out of 10, would recommend. There will be plenty of gifs of that in the next day or two, and no one will be complaining about it.

Oh, the opening credits were cute too and had an early-2000s rom-com vibe, which was great!

#just some thoughts... not all positive #but certainly not hate either #no one lose their heads here #sometimes you just have to word vomit #rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #rwrb spoilers #spoilers #red white and royal blue spoilers

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voidsdamned · 4 months

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Wicked Natures - The Ghoul/OC (female character) Chapter Two

Summary: Bounty hunters are frequent customers at Mulholland's Saloon, and Rue's taken quite a shine to one gunslinger in particular: a cantankerous, old Ghoul in a tattered duster. Witness her unabashedly lust after him in all his irradiated glory (as we are all currently doing), as well as navigate the precarious relationship she unfortunately has with local law enforcement.

Minors, do not interact.

Content Warnings: second chapter gets a bit spicy. Filthy talk. Roughness. Light bondage. Dick sucking. Nudity. The Ghoul keeps his clothes on. The Ghoul is mean. The protagonist is down bad.

Again, I've been sharing this from Ao3, but I'm testing the formats still. Seems like Tumblr likes it better this way?

Enjoy.

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Chapter Two: Real Pretty

The house tucked away under the two oak trees is small, square, and faded blue, a lean-to shed built off the back of it (where her old, clawfoot tub rests) and a small porch on the front (where she has a splintering rocking chair and hanging plants she tries like hell to keep alive). The structure sits on a raised foundation of cinderblocks, and Rue occasionally has to pull dead animals from underneath it, as well as listen to whatever it was that dragged them down there kill the poor critters. It’s a small drawback, the killer creature has yet to target her, and the property has so many other great features.

Like the strong locks on the door and intact windows (a real boon out in post-war America). The floor only creaks a little bit, and the roof has no holes. Sometimes, the plumbing works, and the water’s fine to drink given the ground water source it draws from. She also has those lovely oaks outside that provide one of the few naturally shaded spots in Dust.

But, like everything else in Dust, the home belongs to Deck. When Rue and her Pa’s ranch went up in flames, the sheriff so kindly offered it to her, and Rue really thought it such a kindness back then. She’d lost everything, her entire livelihood had gone up in smoke, and she didn’t know what she was going to do or where she was going to go. The sheriff came to her rescue with a home and a job, and she’d thanked him up and down, promising she’d be on her feet soon. She’d pay him back somehow.

Rue didn’t know he’d make it hell to get back on them –that so many strings were attached. She didn’t know what kind of man he really was or what he’d done.

Most of the time, she feels like an animal he’s managed to cage. Especially when she’s around the back of the house and only has to look up to see him standing on his own front porch. His home doesn’t sit directly behind the one she squats in. No, it’s another half-mile or so out and a bit more to the west, but she knows he can see anything she gets up to outside. Can watch her comings and goings. She wouldn’t be surprised if he was watching right now, waiting for her to come home, but he and his boys must be down for the count. Else she’d be seeing Deck hurrying down the hill, magnum in hand.

The porch shakes minutely as she steps on it, and then a bit more when the Ghoul follows. She can almost feel him breathing down her neck as she fishes her key from her bag and lets him in, bidding him to, “Make yourself at home,” as she shuts and locks the door behind them.

The key goes back in her bag, and her bag onto a nail she’d hammered into the wall. She turns to find the Ghoul standing in the middle of the one room that makes up her house (well, there are technically two rooms, but the bathroom is not much bigger than a broom closet). His gaze picks around, but there’s honestly not much to see.

Her bed is against one wall, a small wardrobe beside it. A cobbled together kitchenette against the other, two barely-held-together chairs and a square table set before it. On the far wall is a lumpy, threadbare couch Rue prefers to her bed. The mattress always has a spring trying to pop out, and there’s only so much she can do with duct tape.

“There’s a bathroom if ya need it,” she tells the Ghoul, gesturing to the door hanging ajar by the kitchenette as she goes to the wardrobe.

Rue’s never been shy, and the gunslinger’s here for a reason. She strips off her work clothes like she always does, folding what’s clean enough to use again and tossing what she needs to wash in a small basket beside the wardrobe. All the caps in her pockets go into a large, glass jar on the other side. It slowly fills, and maybe one day she can use it for the half-baked plan rattling around in her head that she ultimately knows will fail.

Rue doesn't dwell on that, though. She lets the dark curls of her hair down from the ponytail she had them pulled up in, shaking them out and breathing a gentle sigh of pleasure. Relief. It always feels so great to let her hair down and have her tits out at the end of a long shift. Not another feeling in the world like it.

On particularly dark nights, she’d light the small, oil lamp that rests on the kitchen table, but the moon’s bright enough to illuminate the whole of her house –and the Ghoul who sits in the dead center of the couch.

His arms are tossed over the back. Legs spread wide. Shotgun resting just within reach. She can see it plainly that he watches her, curiously with his head slightly cocked. She can’t read much more on his face, not even with the moonglow on him, but she can read his body. Tenting trousers tell her he likes what he sees, and she can’t help but bite her lip when he reaches to adjust what’s hidden there.

The Ghoul curls two fingers at her. Rue goes to him, positioning herself between his spread legs. She stretches her arms above her head, getting on her tiptoes, and smiles down at him, at the way his eyes drink her in, noting that his cock twinges beneath the fabric of his trousers. She stretches a bit more, earning a soft, satisfactory pop from her back, and then her feet touch the ground.

“I’m pretty, huh?”

His dark eyes tick to her face. He tells her to turn around; she obeys. He follows the first order with a, “Hands behind your back.”

“Of course.”

She hears the couch shift and his boots hit the ground, and his body is so close to hers she can feel the heat off him. Feel the leather of his duster barely brushing against her skin. Fabric rustles. Something hits the floor. Rue waits patiently, grin stretching when she feels the coarse fibers of a length of rope encircle her wrists.

“Tie ‘em tight,” she bids. “I can wiggle outta most knots.”

The rope pulls and tightens, biting into her skin uncomfortably. Whatever knot he’s used is firm and uncompromising. Secure. “Not this one,” his voice is gruff and sure, breath fanning on her neck. He smells like whiskey.

Rue laughs, saying, “We’ll see,” in a sing-song tone.

He tells her, “You yap too much,” before ordering her to turn back around.

She does, watching him sink back onto the couch. He points to the ground, a clear indication for her to get on her knees.

Rue does so gladly, smiling at him still and not flinching when a leather-gloved hand snakes out to grab her harshly by the chin. Her head fills with the scent of gunpowder and cigarette smoke, and she can’t help but breathe it in deep. It makes her head hazy; her body warm. A coil winds in the pit of her, tightening bit by bit. Going white hot when the hand that holds her face so firmly jerks her closer.

“I still say you’re a liar.” He turns her face this way and that, fingers digging into her cheeks. “But, yeah, you’re a pretty one.”

Her face warms. She licks her smiling lips. “I knew it.”

Those fingers dig in harder, hard enough to finally hurt her. Thrill her. A gasp leaves her lips. Tears prick her eyes.

“There we go,” the Ghoul’s harsh tone takes on a husky shade, one that has Rue rubbing her thighs together. His grip eases, and then his hand travels up to her hair. “That’s real pretty.”

She thinks he twirls a curl around his finger, which might have been sweet if he didn’t immediately follow the motion up with a severe tug at her scalp as he gathers up a fistful of her hair. He’s violent about wrenching her head back, the movement sharply painful. Burning and pulling at the roots of her scalp. It has a small cry escaping Rue, the sound cut off when the Ghoul’s free hand grasps her chin. He forces two fingers into her mouth, and Rue’s first instinct is to suck them. To hold his gaze even though tears blur her vision.

A flash of genuine surprise briefly takes the Ghoul’s face, but it is fast replaced by dark amusement. “Shit,” he gives a rumbling, wicked chuckle, “you are into this, ain’tcha?”

Rue keeps sucking his fingers, unable to really tell him how into it she is. There’s likely to be a wet spot on the floor.

The gunslinger’s hand leaves her hair, and Rue would track its movements if she weren’t dead set on holding his gaze. Instead, she listens, picking up the jingle of his belt and the undoing of his zipper. His hand returns to her hair, once more fisting at her scalp, and the fingers she sucks upon are slowly removed from her mouth.

“Think I can put that mouth to better use.” And that hand at the back of her head pushes her down.

Rue finally breaks eye contact, grey gaze going to the proudly showing length of him. He’s a big man. Thick. And she aches at just the sight of him. At the way his free hand is wrapped around the base of his cock, holding firmly, pumping slowly. The tip twitches, and Rue twirls her tongue around it before taking him into her mouth.

There’s a tang to his skin. Salt and bitterness. The texture is rough and ridged, and Rue’s head swims at just the thought of what he would feel like inside her. The stretch and friction and heat. She can’t help but moan, and then hum her delight when the Ghoul’s fist tightens and a rough, breathy, “Fuck,” hisses out of him.

Rue wants a few more of those. She adjusts her position and angle as much as the hand at her head allows. She takes him deep as she can, wishing her hands were free so she could show the base of him and his balls some proper attention, but she works with what she has. Sucking. Licking. Teeth-grazing just a bit –and then a bit more when he growls. She thinks he likes it. No, she’s sure he does. Especially when his hips begin to buck and his hand won’t allow her to pull back even the slightest bit. Rue flattens her tongue, blinking away tears as he fucks himself deeper.

“Fuck. You got a mouth on ya. Fuckin’ tongue on ya.”

Her eyes tick up to his face. Bleary as it is, there’s heat in his half-lidded eyes, a cocky curl to his lips. She works harder for that ghost of a grin, trying to take him deeper. Trying not to gag on him. His prick regularly scrapes at her throat, and rough, senseless, absolutely filthy things come tumbling from him. His hips snap erratically. Tears run hot down her cheeks, but she feels so victorious. As if she won some grand prize when the Ghoul’s thick, hot, bitter spend hits the back of her throat.

Rue swallows it down, knowing she’ll need RadAway later but not caring the least bit. Rads are in everything, and right now, he’s her preferred source. She continues to suck and trace her tongue along him even once he’s spent, delighting in the shiver that racks its way through him. He tenses and swears, and the hand tangled in her hair rips her away to hold at arm’s length. His eyes are all over her face and body, beholding her as if she’s some strange creature. Like he’s not sure what just happened and doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do next –do with her.

Her chest heaves, and she smiles wildly at him, telling him, “Shoulda let me use my hands.”

He laughs at her, an actual laugh not edged by cruelty or mocking, and lets go his iron grip on her head. Without him steadying her, she falls back on her ass, but Rue hardly cares. She’s delighted to see him undone, to watch his chest rise and fall rapidly and have his searing gaze upon her.

“That why ya think Deck wants ya whorin’? He’d make a mint off you.”

It’s the least sexy thing he could have said, but it’s on par with what Rue knows of him. A dig at her to keep her low, but a… twisted kind of compliment. Her unreadable smile clings to her lips as she shakes her head and steadies herself, drawing her legs in so that she sits cross-legged.

“I ain’t ever touched the man,” she tells the Ghoul matter of fact-ly. “And he’d be fuckin’ frothin’ knowin’ what I just did.”

The Ghoul clicks his tongue, and the smile he dons is vicious. “So, then I’m a way to take a dig at him?”

He must think he’s figured her out again –that he’s part of some ploy on her part. A piece to be used. She supposes she can’t blame him for being so mistrustful. Not with the Wasteland being the way it is. He’s probably been played dozens of times by dozens of people. She’s facing the product of that.

Rue laughs and rolls her eyes. “Fuck no. I can’t just like you?”

He shakes his head. Rue’s smile dims a touch, the warmth she feels diminishing as she watches him tuck his half-hard cock away and stand, making quick work of sorting out his pants and belt.

“I ain’t stupid, sweetheart.” He rolls his shoulders and breathes a contented sigh. A subtle flick of the wrist, and a handful of caps spills onto her lap and clatters on the floor. “Thanks for the head.”

And just like that, the Ghoul is gone. Rue’s left staring after him, into the dark night through the door he leaves carelessly open in his wake.

Though her heart twists pitifully, painfully, she finds herself laughing. It’s a manic sound even to her own ears, and she clamps down on it quickly, shaking her head fiercely and hopping to her feet. The caps on her lap further scatter and roll.

She sways but presses towards the door to kick it closed, knowing she can’t just leave it open. Whatever the fuck lives under her house might just decide tonight’s the night, and she’s not the least bit equipped to fight it.

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Wiggling out of the ropes around her wrists takes Rue an hour, and once they hit the floor, she tosses herself in bed, frustrated and… unfulfilled. She really thought her night would go differently, that she would get some action from the bounty hunter she’s been fantasizing about for months. But no. She has to use her own damn hands, her imagination. And though the Ghoul had left her high and dry (or really wet rather), he did leave her with some good material to work with.

Despite the heartbreak of the night, Rue manages to sleep fitfully, and when she wakes, she goes about her day as she always does. Breakfast is whatever she has on hand (eggs, fried and lightly salted, and some toast). When she’s done and the dishes are clean, she starts on laundry: washing thoroughly and hanging it out to dry on a line strung from porch post to porch post. She washes herself in the tub out back, hiding from any prying eyes behind a ratty curtain. She tidies around her house a bit, picking up the caps the Ghoul had dropped on her lap. Temptation to keep them does briefly seize her, but it’s dirty money. She doesn’t want it. She ties the fistful she doesn’t even bother to count up in a swatch of fabric and tucks it into her skirt pocket where they’ll stay until the Ghoul breezes through again.

When noon rolls around, Rue starts towards Mulholland’s and finds anything and everything to do to delay her arrival.

The Hendersons have a whole mess of newly-hatched chicks, and the lovely older couple don’t mind when she pops up in their backyard to play and coo at them. They even let her feed them, and Rue can’t help but giggle when the chickens hop around her feet, trying to get at the grain in her hands. It’s even better when they go pecking at her palms to get after it.

Bell O’Neil has a new baby boy, and she’s out on her house’s front porch rocking him when Rue comes strolling by. The might-as-well-be-single mother flags her down, asking her to pretty please hold the tyke so she can get a bathroom break in. Rue obliges, taking the bundle of joy into her arms and the seat Bell vacates. She gently rocks the babbling baby, responding to his babytalk with nonsense of her own. When Bell comes back, Rue returns the boy to his mother, and she gets back to her walk.

Artie Merlowe, the man she’s apparently fighting for the title of Dust’s most… off individual, runs up to her as she passes by the old, blasted school house and rusted-to-hell flagpole he usually spends all day twirling around. He asks her what news she has. She tells him it’s not good. The Dust Devils have been congregating in large numbers around town, BUT it’s looking like rain. Their numbers will be diminished and scattered soon as it falls. He thanks her for her brave report. She salutes him in response before marching on.

All this makes her late for work, which is very standard for her and still somehow so very tiresome to Hal despite this going on for years. He asks her what slowed her down today, and she says she just had to go play with the Henderson’s chickens and help Bell. And Artie and she just had to have words –important stuff going on, on Dust’s frontlines and all. The barkeep shakes his head at her, telling her to put her stuff away and help Adel get the girls ready.

Rue spares Hal a salute and a, “Sir, yes sir!”

She stows her bag under the bar, and then takes the stairs to the second floor by twos where Adel –a fifty-something-year-old woman with the temperament and looks of viper– greets her with a narrow-eyed up-down and an aggravated sigh that spills forth a grey haze of cigarette smoke.

“Ugh. One of these days, Deck’ll listen to me when I say we gotta getcha outta those awful, fuckin’ clothes. You just look like a tater. A dumb, smiling, shapeless tater.”

Rue, personally, doesn’t see anything wrong with that. In fact, it’s a massive compliment to be compared to something so versatile and tasty. She wishes she had some potatoes right now. Mashed or baked with some butter and cream. Winnie over at Shade and Sundries fries them up real good, too.

Of course, Adel doesn’t like to hear all that, and the way Rue turns the jab around makes her more cross than anything, those already narrowed eyes becoming angry slits. She bats a hand at Rue forcefully, sentencing her to corset lacing duty –as well as tells her to keep her hands off the makeup unless she’s going to be serious with it.

Rue insists she is serious with it. Lara looks great with spiderwebs around her eyes, and Nina should have been born with fish scales they suit her so well. How are neither of those things sexy?

Adel blows cigarette smoke in Rue’s face and tells her to, “Lace. The. Fucking. Corsets.”

Rue laces the fucking corsets. She pops into every single room, lacing every single corset. She laces corsets already having been laced, and only Molly bothers to shoo her away, saying she doesn’t have time for Rue’s nonsense. And she swears to God dealing with her is like dealing with a concussed toddler.

The concussed toddler just smiles and lets Molly’s door slam in her face before whirling around to go back to Lara’s room to make sure her corset is fucking laced. Adel, either having sensed or seen Rue’s nonsense, seizes her, telling Rue to get her stupid ass downstairs. She obliges happily, taking her place behind the bar with Hal, Rina, and Yumi as they wait for their patrons to trickle in.

Hal diligently cleans a mug (and Rue’s pretty certain he only ever cleans that one to make people think he cleans the others). Yumi and Rina talk to one another in giggling whispers. Rue’s gaze fastens on the nearest window. She watches the street, the people moving to-and-fro, as a gentle drizzle begins to settle the dust.

For half a second, something rages in Rue’s chest. Something that wants her to run out into the rain and scream. Laugh. To spin around and dance like she’s lost her last ounce of sanity. To just flat out run and run and keep running, letting the rain wash away her tracks.

But Rue just leans into the bar, propping her chin upon a fist and staring blankly out of the cracked glass.

She wonders if the Ghoul is still in town.

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