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little-writing-drabbles · 7 months

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Ask: N/A

Type: × reader

Word Count: 2,571

Reader: GN

TW: reader is in an established relationship, insinuated nsfw through a story, knife mentioned even if it's fake, chasing people with knife, insinuated cutting people with same knife, reader is into the knife stuff, did two sweeps of spell check but that doesn't mean it's proofread, lmk if I missed anything

A/N: HEY WHAT'S UP. GUESS WHO'S NOT DEAD? ME. I'm hoping I'll get off my ass and actually write stuff to post here. I'm working on stuff I swear I'm just always stuck thinking about writing, thinking about oc/making new ones, and when I DO write I get a great idea for something else. It's rough.

"Otto come watch movies with me!" You rushed out of your shared bedroom with your boyfriend. Zooming past the man who was typing away at his computer with a textbook open on one side, and a notebook on the other as you went straight into the kitchen. He didn't respond for a small while as you searched the cupboards for the microwavable popcorn you kept stashed up. "Otto?" you stopped your search temporarily to look over to the man who stopped his typing once he felt your eyes on him.

His shoulders visibly tensed, "Uhm, can't. I have my paper to write, remember?" You rolled your eyes a little and went back to your search. He relaxed once you looked away and he sighed a little, "Besides you only wanna watch horror movies." He resumed his typing.

"Well duh!" You suddenly appeared in front of him and slammed your hands on the small round table he was working at. The loud slam and shaking of the table made Otto jump back in his chair. He looked up at you with a slightly frightened face, "It's October, which means I can EXCLUSIVELY watch horror movies." Otto's fright slipped away and his eyebrows furrowed together as he stared at you.

"You do that anyways- '' You stood up straight and stuck a hand out to hush him.

"Hush Otto!" You spoke dramatically and playfully as you made your way back to the small kitchen and Otto watched you and we went. His eyes followed you as he rested his head on the back of his hand.

"When does Jace come back?" Otto didn't really care about that, but he wanted to keep talking to you, using anything to keep hearing your voice. You looked up towards the clock hanging on the wall and stared at its hands for a second.

"He should be out now, if not soon." You kept staring at the clock, your train of thought slowly derailing from your popcorn. "Oh! Speaking of Jace actually," you reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone, looking for his name in your contacts. "I should call him, maybe he knows where the popcorn is." Otto looked back to his computer.

"Didn't you eat it all?"

"Hush Otto." You said once again and he rolled his eyes. You held your phone up to your ear and listened to it ring as you leaned against the counter. After a few rings he picked up.

"Hey baby what's up?" Jace spoke after a second, you could faintly hear a car door opening through the sound of wind the phone was picking up.

You got straight to the point, "Hey Jace do you know where the popcorn is?" You stare down at your mismatched socks while you listen to Jace get into his car and close the door. The harsh sounds of wind died down immediately.

"You ate it all babe that was the last box. I just got in my car, but do you want me to stop by the store and get more?"

"Please! oh and bring some soda too." With a bounce in each quick step, you went over to Otto and leaned against the wall next to him, watching him work. Otto stopped for a second, taking a fake look at his notebook while he adjusted to your stare.

"Alright, is Otto there?" You could hear Jace start the car.

"Yea he finally got here." You pat his shoulder a little before leaning against him. "He said he missed his bus so he had to wait for the next one." You leaned even more into him and used your free hand to boop his freckled nose. Otto felt his face flush and he stiffen his shoulders so you both wouldn't lean too far and fall over.

Otto mumbled to himself, "you don't need to tell him I missed the bus."

"Does he want anything?" You brought your attention back to your boyfriend who was sitting silently on the other side of the phone.

You nudged Otto slightly, just enough to get his attention and he hummed a response. "Want anything from the store?"

"No thanks." A short answer.

"He doesn't want anything."

"Ok, I'll stop by the store then." You picked up a faint seat belt click.

"K, love you."

"Love you too." You hung up and looked down at your phone with a small smile. Moving away from Otto, you laid down on the couch, hanging your legs over the armrest and mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Otto rubbed his face with his hands as he leaned back in his chair for a second before looking back to his half done paper, eyes lazily going over all the words.

The silence in the room didn’t feel right for Otto. You and him both had been friends for a long time and quiet moments like this were usually his favorite. Moments where you just had each other's company and that was all you needed, but now it felt tainted as you patiently waited for Jace to come home. Jace was a kind person, Otto was there when you both started talking, he was there with you after your dates with Jace so you could tell him all about him, and he was there when you told him you and Jace had made it official. Otto remembers that day and that small splinter of pain he felt in his chest when you told him. He would never say anything to you, or mention the feeling he has. He knew deep down that you and Jace were perfect from one another and your happiness was all he really cared about. Otto knew his place and he would stay in it as long as he could stick around.

While Otto was lost in thought, Jace had come home. Opening the door with grocery bags hanging from his arm as you quickly walked up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “How was work?” You asked cheerfully as you brought the grocery bag into the small kitchen and Jace shrugged as he took his shoes off.

“Fine, nothing really happened.” You nodded while you searched the bags for your popcorn. “That was work wise, I saw some pretty interesting things happening with the regulars.” Jace looked at you and turned your head to him, interested in the lives of other people like a soap opera.

“What happened?” You held your popcorn to your chest as you urged him to continue and he laughed before turning to Otto and giving him a small wave.

“Hey Otto.” He said and waited for a response. Nothing, Otto sat on the chair, staring unblinking at his computer and rubbing his shoulder. “Otto?” Jace called to him again and walked closer to the table, staring at his glazed over eyes before looking up at you. “He ok?” You shrugged.

“He was writing his paper this entire time.” You began putting the groceries in their rightful places while you prepared your popcorn in the microwave. Jace looked towards Otto again and walked behind him to read his paper, leaning over his shoulder as he did so, skimming over the words. Jace stood upright again and looked down at Otto and slowly raised a hand to reach over to the shoulder he was rubbing and hovered over it, mirroring it with his other hand.

“AAHH!” Making a loud noise as he clamped his hands down on Otto’s shoulders with a small shake instantly broughting him back to reality as he jumped in his chair and looked around wildly. Jace let go of his shoulders and laughed to himself at Otto’s reaction. Unamused, Otto huffed and rested his head down on the textbook as he watched Jace laugh. “Don’t give me that face, I'm sorry but you scare so easily.” Otto stayed silent as you walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of freshly popped microwavable popcorn and stood in between both of them.

“You shouldn’t scare him if he doesn’t like it.” You looked towards Otto who sat up again, “I have to agree though it was kinda funny and you do scare easily.” You gave a genuine smile and Otto rolled his eyes before going back to writing his paper.

“Come on! Otto knows I’m just playing with him a little, no hard feelings, right Ottie?” Jace looked around you and gave Otto a bright smile. Otto shot him a glance.

“Please don’t call me Ottie.”

“Can I call you Ottie?” He glanced up at you.

“I rather you didn’t.” You shrugged and sat down on the couch. “Jace, weren't you gonna tell Y/N about what happened with the regulars at work?” Jace smiled as he looked at Otto.

“I am, why? Interested in listening in?” Otto shrugged as he looked at Jace.

“Just making sure you don't forget.” You put your bowl down on the coffee table and turned around, leaning on the back pillows, facing them both.

“Otto your just as nosey as me, own it.” Otto looked at you before looking back up to Jace.

“Ok, so I am interested, what of it?” Otto spoke softly, rubbing the back of his head as he looked away from Jace. He laughed as walked up to Otto and gently patted his shoulder.

“There's nothing wrong with that.” Jace moved away from Otto and towards the small hallway, “Although, storytime will have to wait, I’m gonna shower really quick.” Jace walked into the bedroom to collect his things and you stared at Otto.

“Come work on your paper on the couch, the table has to be uncomfortable now.” You pat the couch and Otto stretches his back and arms before standing up. He closed his books and yawned before grabbing his computer and walked over to sit on the couch with you. “Let’s watch a movie, which one do you wanna watch?” You looked over to him as the tv turned on and Otto rubbed an arm.

“Hocus Pocus.” You frowned.

“No, not that one, pick something else.” You whined a little and Otto laughed. “Oh right I forgot you don’t even watch horror movies.” Otto placed a hand on his chest followed by a false gasp.

“I’ll have you know I do watch halloween movies.”

“Horror and halloween aren’t the same thing.” You looked towards the small hallway where Jace stood still making sure he had everything. “Oh Jace!” You grabbed his attention and he turned to you, “pick a movie.” Jace gave it some thought.

“It waits.” He said quickly before slipping into the bathroom to take his shower. Otto yawned again as he watched you look for the movie.

“I heard Frightful Nights is opening up soon.” You looked at Otto excitedly and nodded.

“Yes! Jace told me the other day.”

“Is he gonna be in it this year?”

“I think so yeah, why wanna go see him in action?” Otto felt a run up his spine.

“No, I'm ok.” You sighed as you turned to the tv again.

“You should come with me, getting out of your comfort zone would do you some good.” Otto rubbed his neck and shrugged, “have you given it any thought since last year?” You turned to look at him again and made eye contact. “Have you?”

“A little bit, I don’t know.” You opened your mouth to speak but the sound of the bathroom door opened again revealing Jace who was fully clothed and had a towel on his wet hair.

“That was a fast shower.” Your comment bounced off of Jace as he sat down on the couch and you immediately snuggled up to him. “So what happened at work?” Jace laughed and rubbed the towel into his hair to collect more of the water.

“So there's this couple right? They go to the gym all the time, they’re always together but, apparently,” Jace lowered his voice as he leaned forwards, as if there were more people in the apartment than just you three. “She’s been cheating on him with another regular and I only found out because they were doing unsavory things in the locker room.” You and Otto stared at Jace with mouths hung open.

“No way.” Otto leaned his head back and Jace nodded quickly.

“Fucking yeah way, they were in the ladies locker room, my coworker was called in to take care of it.” You laughed and fell back against Otto who covered his face with his hands. “Oh oh! It gets even crazier, they were kicked out and the boyfriend was waiting right there so when they walked out in towels and shit and the boyfriend got pissed and started throwing hands.” You laughed wildly as you covered your mouth and Otto looked on in disbelief.

“What did you do?” Otto rested his hands on his neck and Jace rubbed his temples, laughing to himself a little.

“I had to pry them apart, some guy who was working out nearby even got up and helped eventually.” Jace shook his head and looked to the ceiling and rubbed his face, “So I heard you guys talking about Frightful Nights?” Jace looked at you and you nodded, still leaning against Otto.

“Oh yeah! Are you gonna be in it this year?” Jace nodded. “What are you gonna be?”

“I don’t know what exactly it is yet but I think I’m getting a knife with my costume.” Jace shrugged as he scratched his neck, thinking about what role he would play this year.

“What so your gonna like, chase people and hold the knife up to cut them and stuff?” Jace looked at you and hummed a little as he thought.

“Yeah probably.”

“Mmm hot.”

“Ew! Y/N! Gross! I’m right here!” You laughed as you sat up, getting yourself comfortable on the couch before looking over to your boyfriend.

“Can you get me tickets again this year?”

“Of course I can baby, when have I not?” Jace smiled at you as he reached over and held one of your hands, “how many? Just one?” He tilted his head to the side.

“Two this time actually.” Otto looked at you confused.

“Two? Why two?” You turned around and returned the confused look.

“The other tickets for you.” Both Jace and Otto gave you a shocked look, “you’re coming with me aren’t you?” You looked at him confused.

“I, well uhm, I never, I don’t remember saying that.” Otto looked down at the computer in his lap and nervously began typing away again. You dropped your shoulders as you nudged Otto to look at you again, putting your hands together in front of your chest.

“Come on, come with me this year, please?” Otto looked over to you and looked into your eyes, staring for a second before looking past you at Jace to get his opinion. He shrugged a little.

“I’m just getting you guys the tickets, it’s your call.” Otto sighed as he looked down at his paper for a second before looking back at you.

“Fine.” Your face lit up, “just this year.” You threw your arms around Otto and pulled him into a tight hug before letting him go.

“You’re gonna have so much fun I swear.” Otto smiled nervously and nodded as you turned your attention back to the tv, feeling giddy with excitement for your favorite time of year.

#oc #oc x reader #character introduction #scare actor oc #scaredy cat oc #Jace #Otto

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Scare actor reader: Love your costume! Where'd you get all the fake blood from

Slasher Yan: Your Ex

Reader, increasingly nervous: I-I don't have an ex?...

Slasher Yan: Do now.. or maybe a burglar but what are the odds of two people breaking in at once

#Scare actor reader #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere slasher x reader

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ghouljams · 7 months

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ah, i realize ive been liking a lot of your posts at an alarming rate IM VERY SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO IYGRWGFHERU i took a break from tumblr and have just spent the day catching up on everything i missed (my bad:( ) BUT WOW SCRUMPTIOUS AS ALWAYS THANK YIU FOR THE FOOD GODBLESS HOLY FUCK. YOUR KNIGHT N PRINCESS AU GOT ME SOBBING ITS SO WELL WRITTEN I WANT TO SCREAM (1fae1 and viking!soap still has me bouncing your writing is SO insnae oh my god AND THE DEMON DARLINGS? i was having SUCH a blast bingeing) BUT. still standing on the hill of goose being my favourite god im so in love with her WITCH IS A CLOSE SECOND please please just one chance... 🧎 🧎 🧎 (i get disembowelled) im like, so serious about this. your goose x reader fics are my favourite fucking thing in the world. goose (and on occasion witch, ...i think im just very gay) is the only one that can make me squeal and giggle and run laps around my room you dont understand the visceral squealing that was happening. the cod men? yea im hyperfixated but like ehhh🙄 mid. just some guys. some dudes. got me straight faced no expression i read for mindless entertainment. (/hj) LMDEFOIGRJGRTUGTOGFEWFER BUT GOOSE?? IM BARKING IM MEOWING ANYTHING PLEASE JSUT ONE CHANCE IM CRAWLING ON MY KNEES ARRURRYRGHRRRR 👹 👹 👹 👹 (so sorry for being abnormal in your ask box im done now 😔)

Be abnormal in my inbox I'm loving it. I'll write some Goose x reader just for you my love(and for me)

The only thing worse than Halloween in the city is Halloween in the country. There seems to be nothing these people enjoy more than scaring the hell out of the city folk unlucky enough to wander into their "haunted trail" or "corn maze of doom." Popular attractions that boasted what looked like startlingly real entrails, and over excited ranch hands revving chainsaws at anyone that walked too close. It's the best, you would spend every weekend out here if you could. Especially if it means getting a peak at the real attraction.

You've seen more than one person posting on social media about one specific corn maze's "killer". The mask is nothing special, one of those blank white party masks, but the bursts of laughter and physicality of the woman under it? You were a little smitten.

Smitten enough to be leisurely as you wander the maze. You're properly spooked by the glowing eyes in the corn, the growing sense of unease as you come across blood splatters and viscera, even the other scare actors jumping out to make you run for the next turn. Still, none of them are who you're looking for. You're not quite paying attention to the maze, you don't think you're lost, but you're starting to worry you'll get out before you ever meet your favorite scare.

You shouldn't have been.

You turn away from your fifth dead end and come face to face with her. Everything about her is curated to inspire danger, her clothing ripped and splattered with blood, the grimy mask leaving just enough room for her eyes to shine through it, down to the butcher's knife clutched in her hand. Deep crimson liquid drips off the startlingly realistic blade and onto her boots. Her posture makes you feel like you're staring down a wild animal, her movements unnatural as she takes a step towards you.

Despite all of that your heart skips a beat for a reason so far from fear you're actually a little worried about your mental state. You're frozen at the sight of her, unsure how to drag out this moment. You want to say something. Fuck what do you say to a scare actor you're more than a little in love with?

"You're supposed to run sugar," She tells you, tipping her head to one side. You giggle nervously at the affection, watching her flip the knife in her hand. She hums, hunching her shoulders to tip her head further, looking at you sideways. "It's no fun if you don't run, you want this to be fun don't you?" You nod, you think she wants you to say yes and you desperately want to do what she wants. "Then go on baby," She presses, straightening to her full height, "run."

She stands to the side as you sprint past her, you feel the wick of metal against your leg. When you look down your pant leg has a fresh cut right at your thigh. That's a real fucking knife. Christ, that's a real knife. Why does that make you so excited?

You glance behind you and she's gone. Your disappointment is short lived, you're forced to stop short by her cleaver cutting through the tall stalks of corn on your left. Her eyes wild with excitement as you start to wonder if this is maybe... not a haunted corn maze. She flips her knife and swings at you. You duck with a sharp yelp and take off running again. You don't bother checking behind you again, you take turns quick and haphazardly. You hear the 'shick' of her knife as she cuts the air behind you and you know she's on your tail.

Your heart pounds in your chest, your breath heaving as you run. Despite the adrenaline you can't help responding to her wild laughter with some of your own. You're having fun. Really terrifying fun, but fun none the less.

You turn into a dead end and stop short, just as you feel fingers grab the back of your neck. Your pursuer tugs you back against her chest, the edge of her knife pressing tantalizingly against your throat.

"Well that was unlucky," She tells you, low and sweet against your ear. The plastic of her mask hardly dampens the feeling of her words. You shiver, careful of her blade as you swallow.

"Fuck you're hot," You blurt out, adrenaline making you significantly less eloquent than you would have liked. You cringe a little. She snorts.

"That right?" Her fingers drift from gripping your neck to your hair, scratching your scalp before grabbing tight at the base. The ache of it is pleasantly sharp, you get the feeling that this isn't part of the scare. "Always fun when y'all come through," She breathes, talking to herself. You press back against her, feel her slot her knee between your legs as you do. You were just trying to put some distance between yourself and the edge of the knife, but this feels like something totally different. "You want me to slice you baby?" She patronizes, barely a whisper against your ear.

"No," You grit, although...

"No," She coos, "You want mean Goose to fuck you, right?"

"I'm not supposed to play with my food," She stands, "so call me once you get your head on. Probably won't be workin' by then."

She nods your head for you, careful of her knife, before pushing you to the ground. You scramble to crawl away from her, turning onto your back when you hear her crouch. She pushes her mask up with a wicked grin, still holding all the intent you'd been running from. This feels more dangerous than her knife. Something about her teeth, the way they're bared for you, sets you on edge. You think it's seeing her face, that makes this feel more real.

You recognize her. Goose. She helped jump your car when it died in town. She'd seemed so nice. She tugs a slip of paper from her back pocket and tosses it towards you.

#x reader #oc x reader #oc: goose #this barbie is going to fucking get u #kink tags #knifeplay #pred/prey dynamics #slasher!Goose #I guess?????#grrrrrrrrr I want her so fucking bad #f!oc #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #ghoul speaks #Goose you can do whatever you want forever #is she really a scare actor or is she gonna kill you idk #I don't CARE fucking slice and dice me goose

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florenceisfalling · 5 months

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giselle - the ghost

seemingly dealing with a case of cotard's delusion, giselle perceives herself strangely: sometimes as a doll or angel, but always as dead. she spends most of her time with her dear anneliese, playing games or telling stories, hosting tea parties or dress-up days. among the insane company she keeps, she is assumed to be irrational, though harmless. but with the gaps in her memory - and her asylum records - alongside her uncanny behavior, some who encounter her believe she really is a lingering specter after all.

this darling is inspired by, and created in collaboration with, my own darling @wecametobealonetogether <3

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chimerical-serenity · 7 months

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I take 1 year to draw stuff, enjoy Iliana Slithers (mostly) actor au doodles Au by @/frillsand

#welcome home oc #welcome home actor au #welcome home au #Now its time to talk in my tags #I was too lazy to color it #I hate some of these doodles but the hugs are so cute #Ili loves hugs #I imagine she talks with wally and home rarely #she's scared of wally tbh #she doesnt really know how to feel about home because shes sure its a prop but it feels like its sentient and it kinda scares her #other than that I like to also imagine she likes to put accessories on the actors and whoever lets her #she wishes she had feathers or hair or fur but she's just a fleece puppet

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pastriibunz · 3 months

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ABSTINENCE CAMP WATCHEDDDDDDD

FINALLY I CAN RELAX I WATCHED ALL THE NMTS I NEEDED TO WRITE NIGHTMARE KAIME🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

*realizes I have to watch the episode(s) with Miss Holloway in them so i can properly write her character in the episode(s) she’s in*

…shit.

#kai drew #oc #hatchetfield #kai in hatchetfield #nmt #nightmare time #nmk #nightmare kaime #dont get me wrong #i love the nightmare times I’ve watched!!!!#They’re all so silly :3 #HOWEVER #all the actors are too close to the camera for my liking and it’s scary :(#LIKE BACK UP JESUS #I DO NOT LIKE MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH YOU #EVEN IF ITS THROUGH A SCREEN #also I’m scared of (have a slight aversion to) 1 hr timestamps #Anything over 45 minutes I’m just like “🤨 why do you need to be that long”

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daisydevorak · 1 year

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New oc who dis? 👀

#my art #modern au #demi #yeah his name is demi #not arcana #my oc #i also got his work outfit if anyones interested #hes a scare actor #and a dad #technically hes a dilf #he IS a dilf #and I love him #he IS single if youre asking

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drkmatt3rstudio · 1 year

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OC | Beast Icons

So back in October I did some haunt acting again just for funsies, and this was the first time that I got to create my character. That made a world of difference in the fun I had with this experience, and here's this little icon I drew of my character Beast!

If you like my work and would like to support me, check out my links to my social media

instagram | facebook | shop website | buy me a ko-fi

#art #artist #my art #mine #original #original character #oc #oc art #digital #digital art #digital artist #haunt oc #haunt actor #scare actor #haunt character #scare character #icon #oc icon #original character art

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morticry · 1 year

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Tracy and Basil's first encounter, in a haunted house. Basil is 0.04 seconds from a broken nose but they get a boyfriend out of the ordeal. not so bad.

#tracy #basil #oc #original character #my art #artists on tumblr #illustration #ghosts #extended lore: Tracy drove them to the hospital #sparks!#Basil vouches for Tracy to NOT be banned from the haunted house for assaulting a scare actor #its fine #the end

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punchitime · 2 years

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More ✨memes✨ i made

Not nearly as much but still, memes are memes.

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#also for the last one i can confirm as a scare actor that that happens #I've been yelled at by so many karens because i scared them/their kids #and i instantly am confused every time because tf #punch out oc #sterling auclair #atlas auclair #💀 speaks #💀 back on their bs

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tandsss · 1 month

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Ok last post for tonight this is one of my scare acting characters i don't have a name for them yet but thought tumblr might appreciate.

#scare actor #scare acting #haunt #haunt actor #scare attraction #OC #haunt attraction #why do my hands look so small

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amberz-azylum · 5 months

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🎄𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘🎃

𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 :)

#cosplay #costume #Demon #Demon oc #Slider #haunt actor #haunt slider #scare slider #spooky #christmas #santa

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sparklingchim · 3 months

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you're losing me 02 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 5k

genre: angst, married couple, age gap, ceo jk, nepo baby oc, second chance romance

rating: 18+

warnings: pregnancy scare, mean possessive jungkook 😾, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, fingering, choking, oc gets her hands tied bc she's a brat ! ☝🏼, blowjob, cum eating, car sex, teasingg, tipsy oc, v vulnerable oc :(, dirty talk, daddy kink, crying, one boob bite methinks

summary: having a bit too much fun at chanyeol's halloween party, jungkook unexpectedly joins the party too.

a/n: it's finally here !! i hope u like it hihi <3

you're losing me masterlist

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Chanyeol never misses with his Halloween parties.

And usually, you never miss with your costumes too, but given the circumstance you’re glad to even attend.

Truthfully, it was entirely your own fault, and you hate to admit it because you had been extremely excited to wear your customised Barbie doll outfit, but one spill of your wine and the dress was disastrously ruined.

So you had to come up with a spontaneous Plan B.

You finally found usage for the small Victoria Secret wings from their special collection you received during a fashion show. Cinching a lace-embellished corset from Dolce & Gabbana, you paired it with a flirty ruffled miniskirt from Chanel. Your hair was crowned with crystal-embellished hairpins by Jennifer Behr. And oh, those satin heels by Jimmy Choo, adorned with dazzling crystals, added the perfect dose of sparkle to the outfit. You think you might’ve redefined last minute-magic.

“You’re trending on Twitter.”

As you sit on the couch, reaching down to retrieve the ping pong ball for Eunwoo turn at beer pong, Chanyeol abruptly shoves his phone in front of you. His screen is showing the trending page on Twitter.

“Didn’t realise my costume is that cute.” You look down on yourself. It’s a basic costume, but you would have thought that Chanyeol’s vampire look gained more attention.

“Your outfit’s cute, but everyone’s talking about what you posted on your Story,” Chanyeol remarks. He taps on your name trending and scrolls through a myriad of Tweets, with people reposting the picture.

“Oh.”

Eunwoo peeks over Chanyeol’s shoulder and reads the Tweets. He chuckles. “Everyone’s just talking about how hot we look.”

You giggle, swatting his arm.

You didn’t expect a little mirror pic creating chaos to this extent.

It was just a funny coincidence seeing Eunwoo dressed up in a matching costume to in a devil costume, complete with fitting horns and wings, creating an impromptu couple costume. It was his idea to take a picture.

You probably should have considered that Eunwoo is a rising idol and actor. Everyone adores him. And seeing him photographed next to a girl off-screen, especially when it’s not for a highly anticipated KBS drama, might not sit well with everyone.

“Has your hubby seen it?” Chanyeol asks.

You shrug. “I dunno. Maybe? He does regularly check what I post.” But he told you how busy he is today, so you’re not sure if he saw.

“Have you thought about my offer, by the way?” Eunwoo asks.

“What offer?” Chanyeol curiously chimes in.

“The lead role in my next drama. They're srill looking for an actress and honestly, I think ___ would be incredible for this one.”

Chanyeol’s eyes grow wide. “You two in a drama? That’s insane.”

“I’ve never tried acting. Not sure if I’d be any good,” you confess,

“I feel like you’re good at anything,” Chanyeol assures with a grin.

“I’ll think about it.”

They both resume playing beer pong with the others while you watch them as you drink.

As you take a sip from your drink, the weight of lingering gazes persists – less intense than in the beginning, yet a subtle scrutiny remains.

The curious looks undoubtedly trace back to the headlines two weeks ago, when pictures of Jungkook and you in his car near the gynaecologist’s building surfaced online. Captured in a vulnerable moment, perched on Jungkook’s lap with tears streaming down your face, you know how it must’ve looked like to the public.

You couldn’t stand those pictures making the rounds, especially with you in tears.

2 weeks ago

“You don’t need to worry.” Jungkook gently traces his thumb over the back of your hand.

You huff, frowning at your interlaced fingers. “But I do worry.”

“Love, if you are potentially-”

“Don’t say it!” you cut him off. “Hearing the word makes me more anxious.”

You hear him utter an exhausted sigh. “You said yourself that your period has been irregular in the past.”

“Yeah, minus the morning sickness.” Your tone is a bit sharp, maybe even sassy, and you don’t actually want it to come off that way and in another circumstance you’d feel guilty, but you’re too drained from your emotions and the conversation to care.

“But the tests you took were negative,” he tries again.

“It’s just plastic. I can’t trust it.”

You took countless of pregnancy tests weekly, filled up the bathroom bin with those stupid little things until you finally acquiesced to Jungkook’s persistent suggestion to schedule an appointment with your gynaecologist.

The slow traces on your hand come to a halt. His fingers lightly squeeze your chin, directing your gaze at him.

“I promise you, whatever the outcome is we’ll make the best of it.”

“I don’t understand how you’re able to stay calm,” you say, eyebrows arching at his composed demeanour.

In truth, this is an authentic depiction of your relationship dynamic. You deal with lots of anxiety, always have been, and Jungkook stands as the serene counterbalance – tranquil and calm, akin to a gentle, silent breeze sweeping over your arms just as it gets unbearably hot in summer and you’re out of options to cope with the temperature.

But this is concerning you both and you can’t grasp the ease with which he handles the plaguing situation.

“Either outcome won’t change anything drastically.”

You head turns to the side and your stare out the windscreen, a hint of pique evident as your tongue pokes your cheek.

“I don’t want a baby.” It’s barely a whisper under your breath. “But you want one.” Your eyes flutter back to him.

Thinking about it, it dawns on you that a potential pregnancy would undoubtedly bring joy to everyone in your life. Especially your dad, who has been eagerly anticipating it for years – bugging you about it almost every time you see him. However, at 24 you have dreams beyond motherhood. The thought of being tied down to it now fills you with a quiet sense of unease.

You know that Jungkook views it differently. It’s understandable; he is 31, and despite mutually agreeing to wait for a baby, for him it’s not the end of the world. His calm demeanour, shaped by having navigated through a previous marriage and bringing a wealth of life experience, contrasts with your apprehension.

Jungkook hesitates. “I do want a baby,” he confirms, a shadow of regretful longing crossing his face. “But it doesn’t matter. Whatever the result is, I will support it – I will support your decision.” Upon squeezing your bare thigh, he realises how cold you are. “Love, you’re freezing.” He fetches a fuzzy blanket from the backseat that he keeps there just for you. He tucks you under the comfy blanket.

“It’s ‘cause I’m scared,” you mumble, leaning back in your seat.

“Come here.” He softly anchors his hands on your hips and guides you to his lap. “It pains me to see you like this.” He wraps the blanket around you tighter. “You don’t wanna go in there and get this done quickly? Avoiding the inevitable messes with your headspace.”

“Just a few more minutes.”

Jungkook mindlessly cups your cheek, tatted knuckle skimming over your skin.

Maybe it’s the way he peers at you. With a gentle shimmer reflecting sheer fondness and poised to unfold the world at your feet, build a home for you wherever your finger points to without having to ask. Maybe it’s the way he is holding you to himself, his hands serving as a protective embrace, a shield warding off any harm that would dare come your way. Or maybe it’s the tall, daunting building on the side of the road, towering over you like a spectre of uncertainty.

But something brings tears to your eyes – making you grow smaller and younger and suddenly fragile.

“My love,” Jungkook utters tenderly. It fills you with warmth and so much love.

Worry contorts his face. His hand around you holds you tighter.

“I’m not gonna cry.” It serves more as a reassurance for yourself than for him.

“You know you can when you’re with me.”

You refuse, adamantly shaking your head. But when you lose control over the tears stinging your eyes, you bury your face into his neck.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, adding a small peck to your temple. “It’s okay to feel this way.”

“Don’t like it,” you murmur into his now tears stained skin.

“But there’s no point in denying it.”

“There’s just...so much. All at once.” You lean back a bit, finger pointing right to your heart.

“I know, love.” He gingerly caresses your back. He softens at your trembling bottom lip, a piece of his own heart falling apart upon seeing you vulnerable on his lap. “I’ll carry everything you can’t, remember?” It’s a vow that formed the foundation of your shared existence. In the quiet assurance of his voice, he continues, “I’ll carry your worries, your fears, your doubts.” His promise is a soothing melody in the symphony of your shared moment. “As long as we talk – communicate properly, this won’t be difficult.”

“But we do talk,” you reply, scrunching your stuffy nose. “No?”

“Yeah, I know.” He nods, thumbing away the tear from the corner of your eye. “But I need you to be honest with me regarding this. No hiding your thoughts from me.”

“I won’t.”

“You’re ready now?” Jungkook asks. As much as he comforts you, traces of curiosity glimmer in his eyes.

“I think so.”

“There’s nothing to worry.” Jungkook smiles in that boyish and lovely way that it coaxes a weak smile on your face.

Jungkook had been right the whole time. You weren’t pregnant.

There had been nothing to worry.

You’re still in awe at how he never doubted his feeling. He just knew you weren’t pregnant – typical Jungkook, always has this uncanny grasp on things, like an innate ability.

Your gynaecologist attributed it to a lack of vitamins and advised better hydration.

Jungkook, feeling more than a tad guilty, bombards you with constant reminders to take your vitamins, drink and eat even more than he used to.

“Is that Jeon Jungkook?” A hushed female voice utters to the person beside her.

As you gaze upward, your eyes lock onto Jungkook in the back of the crowd. A flutter dances through your heart at the mere sight of him.

Jungkook’s presence demands every ounce of attention as people instantly recognise him. He’s draped entirely in black. His pants temptingly cling to his thighs, the buttons of his shirt straining across his chiselled chest and strong arms. His Rolex sits prettily around his wrist, it’s gleam harmonising with the brilliance of his wedding ring.

And you find it so funny, silly almost, because this is just Jungkook in his work attire, you see him like this every day, and yet people’s eyes morph into tiny hearts as he effortlessly strolls by, leaving a trail of heated admiration.

Sometimes Jungkook has a way of teasing your sanity. He turns your life into a whimsical romance, making you wonder if you’re living in a silly, sappy romance movie with the dreamiest guy as the lead. Because in this fleeting moment, the world around you dissolves into a blur, and you see nothing but him. Everyone fades, except him.

“Jungkook!” You stand up, a bit wobbly on your heels. He immediately wraps his hands around your sides.

“Hi, love.” He kisses you softly.

You missed his sweet, gentle voice when he talks to you.

He rakes a stare over you, one brow arched. “You’re already drunk? Who’s been giving you drinks?”

You deny his question with a dragged out “no”. “Just a bit tipsy – if even.” Before he can comment anything else regarding how many drinks you’ve already had, you ask, “Where’d you get these cute horns from?” Your hand reaches for the hairband with two attached red horns on them.

“Don’t know the brands name. Just a cheap store down the street from the company.”

You tilt your head as you ponder. “I don’t know of any cheap store close to the company.”

A ping pong ball rolls towards you on the floor. As you bend down to retrieve the ball, Jungkook’s hand pulls you back by the waist and he picks it up himself. His possessive hand travels to your butt and he slides his palm over the ruffles of your skirt.

“You’re not wearing any panties, are you?” he whispers into your ear. He throws the little ball towards the other end of the table. You shake your head, not really comprehending what he’s implying. Your more focused on how he effortlessly threw the ping pong ball straight into the cup.

“Yah, Jungkook! Come here, I need you in my team right now!” Chanyeol yells.

Jungkook lets out a humourless laugh. “Has Eunwoo not been good enough?”

Eunwoo sends a glare his way. “Chanyeol’s just taking everything too seriously.”

Jungkook rolls up his sleeve. “Too good that I’m also competitive.”

When Jungkook has enough of beer pong after carrying his team every round, he sits down next to you, pulling you to his lap.

You were just talking with Jisoo about the newest Dior collection, but she leaves the two of you alone with a knowing smile.

Jungkook swiftly takes the partially filled cup from your grasp and places it on the table. “You’ve had plenty to drink tonight.”

“I didn’t drink that much.” You don’t know exactly how much you drank because maybe you had too much to count, but you won’t tell him.

Jungkook cocks his head. He doesn’t need you to tell him to know.

“Get up.” His palms push your lower back.

“Huh?” You play with his necktie, leaning closer to his body. “For what?”

A crooked, entertained smirk crosses his face. “For what?” he scoffs.

His tatted arm snakes around you, his rolled-up sleeve flaunting the pretty inked lines adorning his skin. Jungkook grips you close to him. He angles your face down, his lips brushing over the sensitive part of your neck until he reaches your ear.

“Gonna fuck your brainless in my car. That’s why.”

His voice has got that pretty husky rasp you love so much. Tingles spread everywhere, especially your pussy. Jungkook sucks your earlobe between his teeth, and you think you can feel his smile when an unintended moan bubbles up your throat. You squirm in his lap.

“Someone’s got excited,” he teases as his hands run up your thigh, thumb disappearing underneath the white material of your skirt.

“Don’t.” Your fingers fly to his wrist. “There are people.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Now you care about people watching?”

Your lips pull together in a confused pout.

“You never notice, do you?” He decided against sneaking his finger further between your legs. Instead, he smoothens the hiked-up fabric of your skirt, though there is not much to adjust. It’s a skimpy skirt, it barely covers you.

“Notice what?” Your sparkly heels distract you and you move your feet around, watching every crystal glitter. “You’re being confusing, Koo.”

“I’m not being confusing,” he denies.

“Yes, you are.” You shift your gaze to him. A subtle crease appears between your brows. “You told me you didn’t have time for a silly Halloween party and yet you showed up.”

Jungkook dislikes seeing you upset. He really does. It creates this unexplainable feeling of protectiveness that sits right behind his rib – annoying and intolerable, coupled with a hint of guilt. But seeing your tipsy form upset delights him the tiniest bit.

“I was able to finish off early,” he explains. “Thought I’d join you, ‘cause you wanted me to.”

“And you were pretty mean to Eunwoo.”

“He can fuck off. I really don’t care about him.” His tongue peaks out as he swipes it over his bottom lip, teeth biting at the skin with furrowed brows.

“You’re such a meanie sometimes.” You run your fingers over his eyebrows, relaxing them.

“Want me to show you how mean I can be?” He tilts his head, a challenging glint in his eyes.

“You can’t be mean to me,” you say, shaking your head as your fingers settle on his broad shoulders. “Been good today.”

“You’ve been driving me insane tonight.”

“Me? What did I do?”

Jungkook rises to his feet with you, and you stagger a little at the sudden movement, but he keeps a safe arm around you. “Always so clueless,” he mumbles as he leads you through the crowd.

“___!” someone yells your name.

You stop when you see Karina rushing towards you.

“I’ve been looking for you all night!” She hands you a drink

You look at her through apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m leaving already. I’ll see you soon!”

Jungkook takes the drink from you after you had a sip and downs the whole thing. He tosses the cup into a near trashcan as you step out of the house.

“Oh, no. I told Eunwoo I’d give him my number,” you remember. “Lemme go back.”

But Jungkook’s hand on the small of your back remains firm.

“He’s not stupid. He’ll find a way to contact your manager.” Jungkook is pissed and you’re not quite sure if you heard it right, but you think he adds a small “Doesn’t need my wife’s number.”.

“Can you imagine me in a drama?” You giggle as you think about it. “Would you watch it?” You turn your head. “You don’t like watching dramas.”

“Of course, I’d watch it. Immediately.”

Your eyes spark up and Jungkook wants to have this image of your forever ingrained in his memory. A literal angel staring at him as if he was the one that hung up the stars.

You stumble over your heels when you refuse to look ahead, pretty eyes still admiring him. “Careful, love.” He quickly steadies you.

He unlocks his car when you reach it and opens the door to the backseat for you. But instead, you pull open the passenger door and bend over to open the glove compartment.

“Are there condoms left here?”

You search for the familiar package, but Jungkook hurriedly pulls you back, shutting it closed along with the car door.

“Nothing left,” he replies. “Get in the backseat.”

As you get into the car and settle on your back, you ponder, “Didn’t realise how many times we’ve fucked in the car.”

You're not particularly interested in cars, but in rare – or apparently not so rare – moments like these, you appreciate the spaciousness of Jungkook’s G-Wagon.

Before Jungkook joins you in the car, he scans the surroundings, vigilant for any lingering onlookers. He doesn’t need you on the front page of every media outlet again. You’ve had enough of that lately, and that darn Instagram Story of yours likely fuelled the gossip mill again.

Jungkook barely uses social media. You’re the only reason he has the apps on his phone. He doesn’t follow anyone except you, only has your notifications on. During a short break he mindlessly clicked on the Instagram notification, expecting a cute picture of your angel outfit – you had texted him complaining about your ruined Barbie dress and he suggested you could use the angel wings he once saw you carrying into your wardrobe.

Safe to stay he expected everything, but a picture with fucking Eunwoo wearing fucking matching costumes.

As hours passed by, his anger didn’t simmer; instead, it prompted his decision to make a swift trip to the dollar store and join you at the party.

“You tend to conveniently forget when you’re a needy brat.”

“It’s ´cause I’m not a brat,” you reply with a huff, yanking at his tie. “Just a bit needy sometimes.”

“Hmm, just a bit needy?” His knuckle follows along your jaw, teasing you with his gentle touches and the mock sympathy seeping from his tone.

You look so cute lying here for him, with the angel wings peeking from your sides and the little sparkly pins adorning your hair. He just wants to fuck you silly.

You nod pliantly. An innocent smile blossoms on your face.

Jungkook’s hand disappears under the ruffles of your skirt, middle finger sliding over your pussy. You gasp, body twitching at the sudden touch.

“So wet already?” he sneers. “All for me?”

You grind your pussy against him, hungry for more.

“And so greedy for me.” He spreads your pussy lips, gently rubbing the pad of his finger over your sensitive clit. Jungkook moves your skirt up and an immediate glint surfaces in his eyes. “So pretty.” He slips two fingers in, smirking when you shake beneath him. “Baby’s sensitive, huh?”

He pumps his fingers into you and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. The alcohol running through your veins heightens your sensitivity to his touch. Everywhere he touches leaves a shimmering trail of tingles, enveloping your body in a cloud of euphoria, a sensation both fuzzy and dreamy.

“I want you.” You reach for his cock, but Jungkook seizes your wrist.

“Did I say you could touch?” His voice drips with condescension.

You weakly shake your head, a frustrated whine accompanying it.

“Use your big girl words.” His fingers stop moving and he completely removes them when you remain silent. “C’mon,” he urges, growing more impatient.

“No, you didn’t,” you sulk. Even dare to look at him through a frown.

“You don’t get to do anything," he tells you. He loses hie tie, wraps it around your wrist in a swift, practiced motion and ties them above your head. “Just lie there and look pretty for me.” He pulls his pants and briefs down, stroking his hard cock before he teasingly nudges his tip against your clit.

You watch him play with your pussy and you’re unable to keep the desperate moans from leaving your mouth, eagerly waiting until he aligns his cock to your entrance, slowly filling you up with his entire length. A throaty moan reverberates when he’s all the way in.

“Pussy’s so good at taking me.”

A gasp leaves your mouth as he stretches you out. “So good,” you mumble.

Jungkook waits until he knows you’re used to h is size before he starts moving his hips.

Your tits move in the confines of your corset. Jungkook’s head dips down and you feel his tongue slide over the swell of your boobs that peek out, teeth slightly grazing over your skin.

“Don’t bite,” you utter between moans.

But Jungkook does exactly that. Even sucks on your skin a little bit.

“You think you have a say on anything?” His hand squeezes your face. Traces of petulance lie in your eyes. His other hand grips your hips, fingers buried in your skin to fuck you fast.

It’s almost ridiculous how fast Jungkook gets you to your high. He knows exactly what to do to get your walls clamp around his cock, begging him to give you just a little bit more to push you off the edge.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, eyes falling closed as you the pleasure builds up in your tummy.

But then Jungkook suddenly stops moving. You open your eyes to find Jungkook smirking at your trembling body, amused when a shaky breath escapes you.

“Why would you do that? I was close!”

He pulls his cock out, tapping it over your clit.

“Hmm, no idea why I would do that?” he asks, pushing his cock back into your pussy in one swift motion.

“I haven’t done anything,” you say meekly, staring at the way he slowly fucks you. He could make you cum so easily.

Jungkook sniffs a laugh. “Can’t recall anything bad you did?”

He picks up on his pace and you can’t think at all, barely able to shake your head as more breathless moans fly past your lips.

“Posting a couple costume picture online? Fuck, ___ what were you thinking?” He hooks his hands underneath your thighs, pulling them up to fuck deeper. “Wanted everyone talking about you two? Wanted to piss me off?”

“No,” you whine. “Didn't mean it that way. We- we didn’t plan on it at all. Just – when we saw each other it was really funny, and I just took a pic of it.” You’re a babbling mess at this point, the ability to form comprehensible sentences gone once Jungkook sticked his cock in you.

“I don’t fucking care,” he curses. “You know how people perceive this stuff.”

“You don’t... don’t think it was a silly coincidence?”

Jungkook is flush against you. Your nails dig into your palms at how deep his cock is buried in you.

“I should find it silly?” A deep glower settles on his face and in a sick, naughty way it turns you on, making your pussy involuntarily squeeze around his cock. “Fuck, ___, do you wanna cum at all?”

“No, please,” you fuss desperately. “Wanna cum.”

“Then start behaving. Quit being a brat.”

“I am good,” you try to convince him.

Jungkook shakes his head in dismissal. “Put on an angel costume and yet you’re such a dirty girl.”

While you may not encapsule the right persona regarding the angel outfit, Jungkook undoubtedly fucks you like the devil. So mean and selfish, teasing and cursing at you.

“Wanna be – wanna be good for daddy.”

“Yeah?” he breathes, hand travelling up your body until it reaches your throat. “Then don’t disappoint me.” With his shiny Rolex around his wrist, he wraps his fingers around you, squeezing the tiniest bit. You feel the familiar outline of his wedding ring press to your skin.

Your legs wrap around him and you try not to poke him with your heels, but tears obstruct your view and you can barely control yourself, the aching feeling to come undone is back in your tummy.

“Jungkook,” you utter between little desperate puffs. “Wanna cum so bad.”

“Only when I allow you to.” Jungkook looks down at your defeated, crushed face with a smug smirk. “Can do that, right? My wife’s capable of that, hmm?”

Your eyes flutter shut. A single tear rolls down the corner of your eye. “Yes, I – I can wait.”

“That’s my good girl.” He leans closer, whispering it into your ear. “Cock so good it’s making you cry, huh?” His lips press to the corner your eye and he kisses your tear away.

The more he talks and whispers dirty word into your ear, the harder it becomes to resist the temptation to pull yourself back and cum on his dick. But you want to be good for Jungkook, want to hear him praise you for being a patient girl.

“Slow down, please.” Your bound wrists unconsciously attempt to free themselves, but Jungkook’s knot is too tight for you to undo it. You’ll cum soon if he continues at this pace.

“Nuh-uh.” He denies firmly. “You can take it. Show me how good you are.” His fingers dig deeper into your throat and your eyes open again. His brows are furrowed, an angry flush tinting his cheeks. “That’s it. Look at me – look at me when you cum.”

It crosses your mind to secretly cum, but Jungkook’s got a knack for spotting your telltale signs, so it wouldn’t be that sneaky after all. You did try to do that once though. You couldn’t properly sit the next day.

Jungkook swipes his tongue over his thumb before he slips his hand between your legs and starts to slowly circle your clit. A devilish grin sparks up his face.

“You wanna cum so badly, don’t you?”

“Please.”

“Wanna cum all over my cock?” His thumb moves faster. “Make a little mess?”

“Yes,” you pant. Pleasure seeps through your entire body and the effort to ignore the feeling becomes so exhausting, more tears fill your eyes.

“Then cum for me,” Jungkook demands, keeping a gentle trace in his voice. His gaze remains on your face and he watches you with greedy eyes as you come undone beneath him.

It happens almost instantly, like a string that snapped. You’re body shakes as your orgasm rumbles through you and you’re so sensitive you want to yank his hand away fromyour clit, but Jungkook enjoys seeing your writhe way too much to stop playing with your nub.

Shaky breaths escape you. Jungkook fucks you slower now, still rolling his hips into you with precision to hit your sweet spot.

“Doing so good, love.” The hand on your throat moves to your face, swiping away the tears. “So good for me.”

And just as you’re about to tell him you’re too sensitive, Jungkook removes his finger from your clit and pulls his cock out. He sits down and pats your thigh. “Come here.”

Despite being tired from just cumming, you’re hungry for him just by the sight of Jungkook stroking his cock. You move to sit on your thighs, tied up hands on your lap.

Jungkook gathers your hair in his hand before he moves your head down. “Open wide,” he instructs, guiding his wet cock into your mouth.

You taste yourself on his dick as your slide your tongue around him. Jungkook is close to cumming. You can feel it in the way his he impatiently pushes your head further down his cock.

“Gonna cum in your mouth.” Tiny moans fill your ear and you take as much of him inside your mouth as you can. “Fuck, just like that.”

Your mouth fills with hot, salty cum and you continue bobbing your head up and down, getting every drop of it.

“Good girl.” Jungkook pulls you away from his cock. You swallow his load as you look at him. He hums approvingly. “Wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks, untying the know from your wrists. He rubs his fingers over the red marks.

“I’m fine. Didn’t hurt.” Your eyes close when he pecks your forehead.

After he pulls up his pants and briefs, Jungkook checks his phone. His fingers are quick as he types something.

“Who’s texting you at this hour,” you ask, curiously peeking over his arm.

“Just work. I left a bit abruptly.” He tucks his phone away before you can read anything.

Before more questions can leave your lips, he meets yours in a sweet kiss.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says, patting your hair to tame the mess on your head. “Once we’re home, I’m gonna give your ass the attention it hasn’t got yet.”

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