wonderment collar

The Soccer Player - Pt. 4

quick note: THIS ISN’T EDITED sorry if there’s something wrong, you can message me and i’ll take a look! thanks for reading :)  part one part two part three part five part six part seven 

The ride in the elevator consisted of Calum pinning you against a wall, hands on either side of your head-yours roaming the skin beneath his shirt- as he hungrily kissed you. You were relieved getting on to find it was empty. You let out a groan as the elevator dinged again, signaling you were on the tenth floor: your floor.

“Come on,” You gripped his hand and lead him out of the elevator, stopping at the access door to your hall. You stuck your ID card against the sensor and it beeped and the door clicked unlocked. You pulled it open and moved to your door, sticking your key inside the lock quickly. Charlie had a class right now and it just started, being noon now, so you had the room to yourselves.

He moved into the room when you opened the door, shutting it behind him. “I’ve never been in here before.” He commented as he looked around.

“It isn’t much.” You said, setting your keys down and immediately kissing him again. He responded quickly, beginning to push you backwards before breaking apart with a confused look on his face.

“Which bed is yours?” You laughed as you pointed to the one behind you. He hastily nodded, not even a full nod, just a quick half-nod, before catching your lips in another kiss. This time he walked you backwards more confidently, to what he knew now was your bed. When the back of your legs hit the bed he broke apart again, panting out of his plump lips.

He reached behind him to the back of his hoodie and pulled it up over his head and let it fall to the ground beside his feet. Your fingers came to the hem of his shirt, looking up into his eyes for a green light. He smirked down at you and you took that as a yes, pulling it up and helping it off of him.

He was gorgeous. Beautiful tan skin and tattoos and toned stomach. Your eyes wondered from his collar bones, where you thought to leave a few marks, down to his chest, where you thought to leave a few more. “Stop staring, you’re making me blush.” He said in a cocky tone. You pushed his chest lightly as he let out a laugh, leaning down to kiss you again. It was sweet and short, but his intentions remained the same. His fingers came to the button of your jeans, unbuttoning them and unzipping the zipper.

You kicked off your Vans before pushing them down and using your feet to get them off completely. He watched with a small smile as you struggled to pull them off without using your hands, holding you steady. You looked back up at him, giggling as you were without pants and he was shirtless. “We did that differently.” You commented and he shrugged.

“We’ll do a lot of things differently,” And suddenly he stuck his hand in your panties, causing you to gasp and hold onto his shoulders for balance. He rubbed your clit, watching your lips part and eyes close with a smirk on his face. “You like that?” He hummed.

“Y-yes.” You breathed out, breath hitching in your throat as his fingers moved further down.

“You want my fingers, baby?” You could tell that he was enjoying you enjoying him.

“Yes, Cal.” You leaned your head forward, resting your forehead on his chest, kissing the skin lightly. As he pushed his finger into you, you gasped, attaching your lips to his chest and sucking.

“Marking me up already.” He snickered, as he thrust his finger in and out, palm rubbing against your clit. You let out a soft moan, forgetting about the hickey, instead focusing on the pure bliss.

“Another.” You mumbled against his skin and he complied, adding his middle finger. You let out another moan, a little bit louder this time, breathing it out against his chest. You moved your hand down his chest and torso, trailing his happy trail and stopping just above the hem of his skinny jeans.

Delicately, you slid your hand across his bulge, barely giving it any friction. His fingers moved quicker, clearly wanting more. You did the same, softly sliding your hand over his hard on, pressing a kiss to his skin where the new hickey was. “Don’t be a tease, baby.” His hot breath hit the top of your head and you replied with another, slower, kiss.

You dragged your hand back up over his jeans and sunk your hand into his pants, palming him through his boxers. He let out a loud moan at the sudden contact, fingers pausing for a moment before picking up the pace again. “Another.” You drawled and he listened, lost in his paradise to make a cocky comment. He just slipped in another finger as yours slipped into his boxers, wrapping around his hard dick.

“Fuck.” He cursed as you began to move slowly up and down his length, rubbing your thumb over his tip. You decided, after a few more moments like that, that you’d had enough and it was his turn. You pulled your hand out, him groaning, and stood up straight again. He took his hand out of your panties, sticking his fingers in his mouth, eyes stuck on yours as you watched.

“Take off your pants.” You said. His wet fingers came down to undo the button and zipper. He kicked off his boots and slid off his pants. You pushed him down onto the bed, beginning to take off your shirt as he propped himself up on his elbows, watching.
Your shirt fell to the ground on his, exposing your bra and chest. His hands came up to cup your breasts, catching you off guard when he sat up and reached behind your back and expertly fast unclipped your bra. He threw your bra to the ground and pulled you down to straddle him, attaching his plump lips to your nipples and sucking harshly. As much as you enjoyed it, you wanted to please him now. You gently pushed at his cheeks with your hands and slid off of his lap.

You kneeled before him, now leaning on his elbows again. He watched with lust-filled eyes as your hands slowly trailed up his thighs to his boxers. You brushed over his boner before reaching for the elastic band of his boxers and pulling it down. He lifted his butt to help you slide them off, falling back down on the bed when they were past his thighs.

His dick sprang up and his hand wrapped around it, pumping it a few times before you pushed it away. “No touching.” You said in a sultry voice, looking up at him through your eyelashes while discarding of the boxers. He whined at this and waited patiently for you to touch him.

You slowly sat up on your knees, pulling your hair back into a pony tail. “Baby, come onn.” He pleaded, abiding by your rule and not liking it. You giggled as you complied, wrapping your hand around his length. He let out a choked moan, causing you to smirk as you rubbed your thumb over the tip.

You decided not to tease him, as he hadn’t teased you. He was taken aback when you attached your lips to his tip and moved down, letting out a gasp. The taste of precum became apparent as you worked, the whole time he was a moaning mess beneath you. High-pitched whines were your favorite noise, you decided, that he made, egging you on.

“You’re too good at this.” He huffed out, eyes shut and head lulled to the side. You pulled off.

“Is that a bad thing?” You asked, working him with your hand as you waited for his response.

“I can’t decide.” He mumbled, enjoying your touch. With that you kissed his tip and took away your hand.

“Maybe I’m better at something else.” You said as you straddled him, grinding your hips down. He let out a loud moan and you slapped your hand over his lips, giggling. He licked your palm and you rolled your eyes. “I just had your dick in my mouth, you think that your tongue freaks me out?” His eyes crinkled with laughter as you removed your hand.

He came up to kiss you, cupping your cheek with one hand. It was sweet until you ground your hips down, your panties against his dick. “You’re so wet, I can feel you through your panties.” He mumbled into your lips.

“You’ve got yourself to blame for that.” You smiled. He suddenly flipped you over so he was on top and working on taking off your panties. He took them off successfully and got up, going to his jeans. He dug through one of the pockets and took out his wallet, smiling as he found a condom. You scoffed, of course he had that. He dropped your panties, his pants and wallet back down and came back to you.

He ripped off the top of the package, taking out the condom and rolled it onto his length. He spit onto his hand and rubbed it up and down his length, coming back to you with wide open legs and hands ready to scratch up his back. “Are you sure?” He asked, a note of seriousness in his voice.

“I’m positive.” You leaned up to kiss him, giving him an award winning smile. He returned his own before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in. Your eyes scrunched up in discomfort.

“Should I pull out?” He asked, hands gripping your waist.

“No, no. You’re good.” You opened your eyes as the pain subsided and he began to move. He found a good pace and you closed your eyes as he came down to press his lips against your neck. You wound your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders.

“Fuuck.” He breathed against your neck. “You feel so good, baby.” He praised as he nipped the skin where his lips were resting gently. You let out a moan at his words. “You like that? You like it when I talk dirty to you?” His words only added to the build up, making it come faster.

“Oh, fuck.” You cursed as he hit a new spot, hands kneading your ass at the same time. Your hands came up to his hair, gripping and tugging at the dark curls. He moaned when you pulled his hair and you smirked. “Didn’t picture you to like your hair pulled.” You hummed, more focused on the pleasure.

“I could like anything if you were doing it to me.” His words made your heart fill with something other than lust. A few more moments passed, the room only filled with heavy breathing.

“Let me ride you.” You said, playing with his hair and he quickly pulled out to flip over. You climbed on top of him and sank onto his length, earning moans from both of you. You began to bounce up and down.

“You look so good like that,” He hummed, eyes racking your body. This made your hips work faster, grinding down onto him. He let out a loud, sudden moan at your action. “Fu-ck. I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing shit like that.” His hands wrapped around your waist, holding tightly.

It only took a few more minutes of this to have you both reaching your highs. Your walls clenching around him as you came sent him over the edge. He came into the condom, moaning your name and squeezing your ass.

You slid off of him and laid beside his sweaty body, your own drenched to match. He sat up, pulled off the condom and tied it. He threw it in the basket beside your desk and you decided you’d have to cover that before Charlie got home. Fuck-Charlie.

“Oh my God, what time is it?” You asked, sitting up wide-eyed.

He got up to get his phone and looked back at you. “Nearly one, why?”

“Charlie will be home soon. You need to go.” You quickly got up and began to hand him his boxers. He took them and slipped them on while laughing at you.

“You don’t want to show me off to the family?” He joked.

“Calum, she’ll never let it go if she finds out I slept with you.” He chuckled, shrugging on his jeans and throwing on the t-shirt you handed him. You were putting on your bra as he stuffed his wallet and phone in his back pocket.

“Well, I’m not too far down the hall if you ever wanna do that again.” He smirked at you, picking up your panties. He looked you in the eye as he put them in his back pocket as well. “I’ll be keeping these.”

You rolled your eyes, putting on some new panties, shorts and shirt. “Okay, they’re all yours, you’ve got to go.” You pushed him towards the door, stumbling into him over your shoes.

“I need those.” He laughed. You moved aside so he could slip on his shoes again and then he stood back up, looking down at you. He trailed his hand up your arm. “So, are you all mine too?”
You scoffed. “Go!” You opened the door and shoved him out of it. He almost fell, but regained balance.

“No one’s ever gotten rid of me that fast. But there’s a first time for everything. See you around, princess.” He sent you a wink before going off down the hall, a lazy smile on his face. He didn’t know it, but his comment about you being all his had refilled your chest with adrenaline all over again. You closed the door, sighing to yourself.

Maybe this would end in heartbreak, but you’d have fun while doing it at least.



at the hannibal auction back in april, i won the collar hannibal wears in season 3 when he’s all naked and trussed up like a naughty piggy at muskrat farm

the day i received it in the post i set it up on my dining table with some dry flowers i had lying around (i’m not a fancy person, i’m just a lazy shit who doesn’t throw away their flowers when they start getting old and crispy) and took some ~nice pics~, but then it went back in its box until i could make a permanent home for it

i bought this very smart glass display cabinet from ikea a few months ago, and i was going to try and use the dead flowers i had to make some sort of fancy display thing like i did before, but then i happened across this shop selling the most amazing flower-decorated animal skulls. they had a bunch of ready-made skulls to purchase (even a muskrat skull, and i was tempted), but i contacted the owner and commissioned this hannibal-themed deer skull. she’d never seen the show before but i sent her some pics and yelled about how great it was, and she produced this beautiful work of art~ she even put on feathers for the ravenstag  👌

anyway, should you be in the market for a very hannibalesque centre piece/objet d’art/thing to mount on your wall, i would highly recommend paying the shop a visit on etsy. she’s also in the past made very lovely floral antler hair clips, and i was sorely tempted to buy one in addition to the skull

and now the best part of the story: thanks to my commission, the shop owner started watching the show (and loved it)

yanablumka  asked:

Top 5 Shoma`s shirts!

god where do i begin, there is simply too much beauty to choose from!! i’m going to interpret this as costumes in general, not only shirts, because there are some wonderful onesies i simply can’t exclude.

1. what are those even supposed to be? giant nails? WHAT IS THAT PATTERN. WHY DOES THIS SHIRT EXIST

2. glittery butterfly over sheer fabric with fur on the collars because why not!!


4. this is…a lot. like. wow. this is a lot.

5. garbage green over shiny garbage bag pants; shoma just wants to tell the world that he is the #1 dai-stanning trash

i should make a photoset of all of shoma’s costumes one day because there are SO MANY MORE that must be shared. truly he is an icon of figure skating fashion. #shomasuglyshirtemporium


Everywhere she goes, people turn their heads, she’s a knockout!

Local dad demoted to lame dad upon return of the last son of krypton.

Also, overall deep regrets about forming a league of super-powered peoples.

Bruce is probably the butt of jokes HAHA this poor onion
Honestly this was an excuse to draw each one of them bc who needs to study. 

pedipediplz  asked:

Hi huskyhuddle! I followed you for a while on my old tumblr and then got off the site for a while, but now I'm back! Anywayssssssss, I'm getting a sheepadoodle puppy soon and was wondering how wide the collars you get for your babies are?

Welcome back!! Our collars tend to be 1.5-2 inches! the wider the collar is the easier it is on their necks and throats if they pull or yank. We have a ton of collars from mendota, collar town, olly dog, some ella’s lead collars, howling dog alaska, k9creations, I think thats the majority of them! Although collars I never attach leads to (they just act as tag collars) we do 1 inch, like our olly dog/mendota/HDA collars.

Big Bad Destiel miniseries

decided to compile it so it would be easier to read. Here’s all four parts.

based on m-arci-a​ ‘s Red Riding Hood AU. please don’t repost without permission from either of us.


Everything was quiet.

You expect a forest to be full of sounds; the birds singing for attention and food, the rodents scurrying in various states of foraging and playing. Castiel loved the trees around his own house, as his mother would always make up ridiculous stories concerning birds that were really angels and squirrels that could talk. He had expected the woods around his grandmother’s house to be just as serene, almost as religious, even. But he supposed there was nothing else to be expected of a place that was rumored to have wolves in it.

His mother had always told him as a child that she wanted her mother to move in with her, for her own safety. But his grandmother had a strong will and a thick shotgun, and she would be damned if she moved out of the old house that her father had built as a gift to her late husband in marriage. At this age, he was old enough to venture into the woods, but his mother had nothing warm for him to wear and had dressed him - unfortunately - in her own red petticoats, because “red was a holy color and would keep him safe from harm.” Now that his grandmother was sick, it was only fair that he take care of her as she had taken care of both of them so often.

His shoes were soft and quiet upon the gentle soil, though the rich dirt was frighteningly dark. The light was fading into a soft twilight, and the sun was still lingering, but would not dwell for much longer. The plan had been for him to take the food, stay overnight, and venture home in the morning once his granny was taken care of.

This train of thought was promptly interrupted by a large, warm body colliding with his and sending him and his basket tumbling to the ground underneath his assailant. He let out a shriek fit to wake the dead, squirming and fighting uselessly from beneath red and white cotton and lace. “H-Help!” was his immediate cry, eyes squeezing shut when a hand clapped to his mouth. A deep, throaty voice startled him into cracking that blue gaze open again. He had expected threats, or insults, but instead came,

“Dude, dude, chill! Your pitch is hurting my ears.

The last word was almost whined, and the stranger sat on his lap sulking like a spoiled child, looking down at him before gently taking his hand off of pretty lips. A goofy smile adorned chapped lips and swiveled brown ears atop his head to focus back on him.

Wait, what?

Castiel was sure it had been a hallucination, but as he squinted foggily, he was quite sure they were real - a pair of wolf ears atop the boy’s head. They looked… fluffy. Surprising himself, he reached out to pet one, and the stranger responded with a deep rumble from his chest. “Oh… hey. Easy there, buddy.”

Castiel pulled back, uncertain, and frowned up at him before hugging his basket close to preserve the food inside. “Are you going to hurt me?” he asked suspiciously.

“Er… no! But you have food, and I haven’t been able to catch anything…”

The stranger pulled the perfect puppy dog face, taking advantage of it in lieu of a lack of fierceness. Castiel sighed, fishing out one of the sandwiches and handing it to him. The boy perked up, snatching it up and wolfing it down. In between bites, he snarfed out, “Mmm… I’m Dean, by the way.”

A giggle bubbled from Cas’ lips. “Hi, Dean. I’m Castiel.” He pushed himself up from the dirt and out from under Dean, brushing soil from the petticoats with a sigh. “I’m sorry to leave you, but…”

Dean sulked. “Where are you going? It’s dangerous at night~” He then puffed up his chest, as if he was really the danger he spoke of. Castiel doubted it, honestly. Despite Dean’s size and brutish build, his face was too puppy-like and his demeanor was innocent. “To my grandmother’s. She’s sick.”

This caught Dean’s interest.

“Oh, you mean the old woman in the cottage? She feeds me sometimes! She’s pretty nice,” he laughed out, sounding quite proud of himself. Castiel adjusted his collar nervously, wondering why his grandmother had never mentioned this. “Yeah… and I’m a bit lost.”

The wolf’s eyes brightened. “Ooh! I know where it is. Follow me!”

He was off before Castiel could argue, and the boy thought it best to follow. Cas was quite sure this wasn’t what his mother had meant by wolves, but he wasn’t complaining.

Dean was cuter, anyway. 

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Dean’s breath catches in his throat when he sees you, dressed to the nines for the charity ball the two of you are about to crash. He tugs at his collar, wondering when the hell it got so hot all of a sudden. A bead of sweat drips down the back of his neck.

“You ready?” you ask when you reach him, tucking your pistol into the holster on your thigh. Dean follows the movement, eyes trailing up your leg until your skin is covered by fabric.


Dean?” You’re peering up at him with concern and he realizes he has to say something.

“I - uh -” He swallows nervously, tongue darting out to moisten his lips. “You look good, Y/n.”

You blink once in surprise, lips pulling up into a radiant smile. “You clean up pretty well, too, Winchester.” 

Dean wonders if he’s imagining the faint blush in your cheeks.

“Well let’s get this over with,” you say finally, looping your arm through his. “The sooner gank this ghost, the sooner we can drink all the expensive wine.”

Push & Pull (Part II of II)

A/N: Part I can be read here! This was all written in one go so i’M SORRY IF IT’S BAD OTL

Pairing: You x Kai

Summary: When he thinks you like someone else

Warnings: slight!angst, jerk!Jongin

Jongin was angry.

At himself, at her, at stupid fucking Park Chanyeol - he didn’t even know anymore. All he knew was that she made him feel like a mess inside, and when he had overheard her confess to the tall, dorky idiot, something had snapped.

It wasn’t fair. Who was she to walk into his life, obliviously make him fall completely for her just to tear him up like that?

He knew, deep inside, that she wasn’t to be blamed. The way she felt wasn’t something she or Jongin could control, but he had never wanted anyone more than he wanted her, and he didn’t realize quite how much he had fallen for her until today.

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Dogblr Poll (well kinda)

What do you think of using an e-collar for recall training ? I have a trainer friend who relies on e collars for her own dogs recall. (This is not something she forces upon/ recommends to all clients)

** Pants’ recall was very natural and he doesn’t stray far ever. He was recall trained purely through positive reinforcement **

I am just wondering if an e collar is a good method for some dogs ? Or if you all think there is a better way? What do you do with a dog who is hard to recall?

My hound has a sticky recall at times but I would just walk the opposite direction and shed follow. She’s stubborn- won’t go far but wants to come back in her own terms. Like Pants is off leash often and has been since like 5 months. Jenny (the hound) didn’t have off leash privileges until she was 2 (in certain places) and she wasn’t great about it until she was 4.

anonymous asked:

Karasuno + Bokuto taking their crush to an aquarium for their date, and the crush who is usually calm and silent, is really cheerful because they love fish ? How would the boys handle the cuteness ?

me af

Daichi would find you so fucking adorable, holding your hand gently as you looked at all the fish and trying to look like he isn’t staring at you the whole time. Every time you smiled and laughed with joy at one of the fish he’d find his heart beating hard, overjoyed that he was getting to see you so carefree and happy. He’d probably really awkwardly tilt your chin up halfway through the tour, kissing you out of the blue because you just looked so damn beautiful he couldn’t help it. But fuck if it wasn’t the best kiss you’ve ever had.

Suga would find himself smiling along with you as you beamed at all the fishes, his heart almost beating out of his chest with happiness and slight nervousness. He’d hold your hand as you walked around to each tank, making sure to take in all of the fish, with him not minding because the longer he got to see you lit up in wonder like this the better. He’d be the nerd to buy the two of you matching bracelets from the gift store, probably one of those tacky seashell bracelets with cheesy writing like ‘soul’ ‘mates’ on each but he would treasure it like it was made of pure gold.

Asahi would feel his heart racing as he watched your eyes light up in wonder, pulling at his collar as he began to feel the heat crawl up his neck as he followed behind you. He blush tenfold when you’d take his hand in yours, dragging him off to the room and looking up at him in childish wonder, asking how amazing he thought the fishes were. He’d answer ‘beautiful’ without hesitation, not even realising what you’d asked, only staring right at you with a bashful smile.

Noya would be hyped on energy, getting just as excited as you over the fish even though at first when you suggested the two of you going to an aquarium he couldn’t help but to think of places he’d rather be going with you. He’d be so happy that you are enjoying yourself, taking tons of selfies of the two of you with the fish and just having a hell of a good time. He’d end up being so happy at where you’d decided to go, just staring at you in awe every time you showed that beautiful smile, almost dropping his ice cream onto the floor as he began to daydream.

Tanaka would be loving the bright smile you wore, his heart swelling with love as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and have you actually snuggle back into him with a small smile, giggling as you pointed out fish. He’d find himself blushing when you would tug on his hand whenever you wanted to go somewhere, following after you with your cardigan in hand because he’s a gentlemen, he isn’t gonna make you carry your own stuff. He’d even buy you a plush toy of your choice from the gift shop, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as you squealed and hugged him tightly, smiling up at him and almost overheating the boy boy as you told him you’re going to name your new friend ‘Ryu.’

Hinata would be so happy and so excited as he trailed behind you like a little puppy, watching you more intently than the fishes. His heart would be racing the whole time and he’d have a large smile on his face as you take his hand and drag him off to each corner of the aquarium, the bright smile not leaving your face even once. He’d be practically shouting in glee when he spoke to you, hyped up from seeing your excitement and blushing every time he got too much attention and when you’d laugh at him. By the end of the day he’d have had one of the best times of his life, draping his jumper over your shoulders as he walked you home, presenting you with a small fish charm that he’d bought for you in the gift store with pink cheeks and a shy smile.

Kageyama would spend half the date being red and crabby, feigning indifference as you smiled at him in a way that made him think of the sun coming out. But really he was blown away by you, finding himself falling for you even further as you stared at the fishes in childish wonder, entirely in your own world. He’d almost have a heart attack when you held his hand, spluttering to himself and blushing as he began to worry that his hands were sweaty or if he was holding too tight but when you smiled up at him, only kindness radiating in your eyes his breath would be caught in his throat and any bad thoughts dissipated, squeezing your hand gently as he went back to looking at the fish.

Tsukki would have been excited for your date but not really keen on the setting of it at first, wondering what you could possibly find so interesting about fishes. But when he saw you staring at the fish in wonder, your eyes practically lit up in awe he found himself breathing out in amazement, his heart rate picking up as you tugged him by the hand into all different directions. He’d find himself really enjoying looking at the fish too, especially the sharks as they have quite in common with some water dwelling dinosaurs, smiling awkwardly to himself every time you got over excited about the fish. 

Yamaguchi would be blushing as he trailed behind you awkwardly, feeling the heat consuming his face every time you would take his hand in yours subconsciously while you walked all the while pointing out pretty fish with a look of awe on your face. He’d be constantly trying to reprimand himself and tell himself to calm down but with how beautiful you looked every time you smiled he wouldn’t be able to help his heart rate picking up and his face feeling hot. When you pointed out a fish with a dotted pattern on its scales and squealed about how it looked like him, saying how cute it looked he’d really feel his face burning up, pulling you into his arms and resting his head on top of yours, burying his face into your hair to hide his blush.

Bokuto would just be ecstatic at how you were responding, squealing at cooing along with you at all of the fishes. When you gave super cute responses he wouldn’t be able to resist hugging you or pulling in close for a quick peck, not giving even the slightest fuck about the dirty looks he got from some people. By the end of the tour he’d want to ask if you wanted to go back in but seeing that you were still smiling without the fish around his heart would almost stop, realising that you were smiling for him in the same way. He’d get on his knees right there in the carpark, pulling you close to him and hugging your legs as he overwhelmed himself with emotion.

For The Time Being l ch.2

this story is set in an alternate universe where time has become the universal currency and people, born with a digital clock on their forearm, stop aging at the age of 20 

Chapter 1 l Chapter 2

Pairings: Jungkook x reader

Word: 3617

Genre: dystonian au / fluffy fluff / angst / maybe a bit of smut idk

Summary: where you fall into Jungkook’s grasp and there is no time for excape

A/N: A HUGE THANK YOU TO ALL YOU LOVELIES WHO ENJOYED READING CH.1 AND ASKED FOR MORE <333 tbh it was my first time writing fics so knowing a lot of you actually liked it means the world to me i’m flattered :D btw go watch nirvana in fire so gooddd

Being Jungkook’s personal assistant is like pioneering ventures up the same drastic slope over and over again, each step undermining aged old perseverance, only to find yourself tripping over a certain boulder and falling on your knees repeatedly, bruised and lone. The harder you try, the further away you are from the mountain peak, where he looks at you in haughty disdain as a display of the superiority naturally embroidered within the rich.

As far as you are concerned, there is nothing amicable about Jeon Jungkook. He speaks with a trained lifeless tone, his words laced with authority. He is always one step ahead of you, oblivious of your endeavour to catch up both in actions and in time. Eventually, you give up trying and succumb to this forced isolation. If he is not to pour his heart out to you and make your days easier, you need not ferret behind cold steel bars, risking your life for an unfeeling boy.

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Sorry just wondering , I saw this collar and I was wonder is this a custom order? Or was it something you’d restock? I just really wanted it if it wasn’t too much of a problem.

I can remake this or something very similar for you! Email us at dreamycraftshop@gmail.com with the subject “CUSTOM COLLAR REQUEST”.