#Garage door emergency release

[unitedgaragedoorrepairofmesa]

Smooth and Quiet Operation: Advantages of Belt-Driven Emergency Garage Doors

When faced with emergency situations regarding your garage door, the last thing you want to deal with is excessive noise and disruption. This is where belt-driven emergency garage doors come into play, offering a range of benefits that make them a preferred choice for homeowners seeking peace of mind and efficiency during urgent situations.

Noise Reduction: One of the primary advantages of belt-driven emergency garage doors is their quiet operation. The belt-driven mechanism significantly reduces the noise generated during the opening and closing of the garage door, making it ideal for late-night arrivals or early morning departures without disturbing household members or neighbors.

Smooth Performance: Belt-driven systems operate smoothly, providing consistent and reliable performance even during emergency situations. The smooth movement of the garage door ensures that it opens and closes seamlessly, minimizing the risk of unexpected stops or jams that can be a hassle during urgent moments.

Enhanced Safety Features: Belt-driven emergency garage doors often come equipped with advanced safety features, such as sensors and automatic reversal mechanisms. These features help prevent accidents and injuries by detecting obstructions in the door's path and reversing its operation to avoid potential harm.

Durability and Longevity: The materials used in belt-driven garage door systems, such as reinforced rubber or fiberglass belts, contribute to their durability and longevity. These components are designed to withstand heavy use and adverse weather conditions, ensuring that your garage door remains operational and reliable over an extended period.

Minimal Maintenance: Compared to other types of garage door openers, belt-driven systems require minimal maintenance. The absence of chains and metal-to-metal contact reduces the need for lubrication and adjustment, saving you time and effort in upkeep tasks.

Improved Aesthetics: Belt-driven emergency garage door systems are often sleek and compact, contributing to the overall aesthetic appeal of your garage space. The absence of bulky chains and noisy components allows for a cleaner and more streamlined look, enhancing the visual appeal of your property.

[pucksandpower]

Champagne Kisses

Lando Norris x Piastri!Reader

Summary: the taste of champagne has never been sweeter than when it’s being poured down your skin in celebration of your boyfriend … too bad your brother didn’t get the memo that these particular festivities were supposed to be private

Warnings: 18+ content

Note: congratulations to my favorite McLaren fan @struggling-with-drivers and all of the other Lando fans who have plenty of reason to celebrate tonight 🫶

The champagne sprays over the sweaty crowd as Lando holds the trophy aloft, a wide grin plastered across his face. This is the moment he’s dreamed of since he was a kid racing karts — his first Formula 1 win.

As the celebrations continue on the podium, Lando’s eyes scan the crowd of papaya below, landing on you watching with a proud smile. He gives you a subtle wink, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. You feel your cheeks flush hot.

Later, once the chaos has died down, you slip away from the McLaren garage and head towards the drivers’ rooms. Glancing around to make sure the coast is clear, you duck inside Lando’s room and lock the door behind you.

“Where’s my winner?” You call out in a singsong voice.

Lando emerges from the bathroom, a white towel slung low around his hips as water droplets cling to his toned torso. “Well, well. If it isn’t my gorgeous supportive girlfriend.” He crosses the room in a few strides, pulling you into a searing kiss.

You melt against him, tangling your fingers in his dampened curls. “I’m so proud of you, babe.”

Lando grins, resting his forehead against yours. “This calls for a celebration.”

He grabs the bottle of champagne leftover from the podium ceremony and pops the cork with a hiss. Taking a swig, he offers it to you. “Your turn, love.”

You accept the bottle, the bubbles tickling your throat as you drink deeply. Lando watches you with hooded eyes, licking his lips unconsciously.

Setting the bottle down, you sink to your knees in front of him. “Let me properly congratulate the newest race winner.”

Lando’s breath hitches as you mouth along the tented towel. “Oh f-fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”

You smirk up at him. “Not a bad way to go out though, right?”

Pushing the towel aside, you take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue along the silky shaft. Lando groans loudly, fisting a hand in your hair to guide your movements.

“Yes, just like that. God, you’re so good at this.”

You hollow your cheeks, increasing the suction as you bob your head rapidly. His hips snap forwards, driving himself deeper into your willing mouth.

“I’m so close already,” he pants, thrusting erratically. “I want to … can I?”

You just hum in agreement around him, sending delicious vibrations along his length. With a guttural groan, Lando’s release spills down your throat as his thighs tremble.

Pulling back, you swipe your thumb across the corner of your mouth with a satisfied smile. “Mmm, my favorite drink.”

Lando chuckles breathlessly, hauling you up into a filthy kiss, the tang of his arousal sharp on your lips. He grabs the bottle of champagne, tilting it against your lips.

“Open up, darling. Time for a little celebration of our own.”

Dutifully, you part your lips to accept the fizzy stream. It spills over your tongue and down your body, soaking through your clothes in cool rivulets. Lando’s eyes darken with lust as he drinks in the sight of you, sodden and panting.

“Look at you, all messy and debauched. Maybe I should get on the podium more often.”

With a wicked gleam, you shrug off your drenched dress, kicking away your shoes to stand in just your skimpy bra and underwear. “Keep winning and you can do whatever you want to me, champ.”

Lando growls, the bottle forgotten as he crashes his mouth against yours hungrily. You moan into the kiss, nails raking down the tanned planes of his back.

He walks you backwards until your thighs hit the couch, tumbling down with you cradled beneath him. The plush fabric squelches beneath your damp bodies as Lando grinds his rapidly re-hardening length against you shamelessly.

You whine at the delicious friction, arching up to meet his thrusts. “Don’t tease me, Lando.”

“Not a chance,” he murmurs, dragging his teeth along the sensitive column of your throat.

His rough palms cup your breasts, kneading the soft mounds through the flimsy lace. You gasp at the sparks of pleasure, digging your nails into the flexing muscles of his biceps.

Impatiently, you hook a leg around his waist to urge him closer. The scrap of material covering your core does little to dull the scorching heat of him pressing insistently against your slick folds.

“Please, Lando,” you beg shamelessly. “I need you inside me.”

With a groan, he tugs your underwear aside and thrusts home in one slick motion. You both moan loudly at the feeling of being joined so intimately once more.

Lando starts a punishing pace, hips snapping forwards as his cock drives into your fluttering depths over and over. You cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders and leaving crescent marks in the tender skin as euphoric cries spill from your lips.

“God, you feel so good wrapped around me,” Lando pants, dropping his forehead against yours. “My gorgeous, perfect girl. Always ready for me, yeah?”

“Always,” you gasp out between moans. “Only for you, Lando. My race winner.”

He captures your lips in a bruising kiss, all teeth and desperation as his thrusts grow sloppy and erratic. With a final cry, you shatter around his thickness, clenching down hard enough to drag Lando over the edge too.

You clutch at each other through the haze, trembling and sated as your breathing slowly evens out. Lando peppers lazy kisses across your face, tangling his fingers in your sweat-damp hair.

“Love you so much,” he mumbles against your skin. “Can’t believe I get to have you.”

You smile dopily up at him. “Sap. I love you too, my future champion.”

A loud bang at the door startles you both, Lando instinctively rolling to shield you with his body. The handle jiggles fruitlessly before a familiar Australian accent calls out.

“Oi, Lando! You in there, mate? Let me in, I want to celebrate!”

Lando freezes above you, eyes going comically wide. “Oh shit ...” he whispers. “It’s Oscar!”

“Lando?” Oscar’s voice comes again, sharper this time. “Everything okay? Open up!”

You look at Lando in panic, clothes and coverings hopelessly askew. The doorknob rattles more insistently as Oscar tries to force his way in.

“Just one second!” Lando shouts back, grabbing the towel to wrap around his waist as he crosses to the door. He cracks it open a fraction. “Hey mate, what’s up?”

Oscar doesn’t wait for an invitation, shoving his way inside with a wide grin. “Don’t ‘what’s up’ me, you little shit! My teammate finally got a win, time to get messy!”

He stops short, brows shooting up as he takes in the state of disarray. Lando tugs the towel more securely around his hips as Oscar’s gaze lands on your disheveled, half-naked form sprawled on the couch.

You hold your breath, suddenly very aware of your compromising position and state of undress. Lando follows Oscar’s line of sight, wincing as he turns back slowly.

The two teammates stare at each other for a beat before Oscar breaks the silence.

“Is that my fucking sister?”

“Oscar, I can explain-” Lando starts, hands raised placatingly.

But Oscar is already stalking forward, fury etched across his face. “You sick bastard! My teammate and my twin sister?”

He grabs Lando by the shoulders, shoving him back against the wall hard. “I’m going to make sure you never have kids, you piece of shit!”

You scramble upright, clutching your bra to your chest. “Oscar, stop!” You plead, rushing over to insert yourself between the fuming teammates. “It’s not what you think.”

Oscar scoffs, not releasing his grip on Lando’s shoulders. “Not what I think? He had you half-naked and covered in … is that champagne?”

You wince at his disgusted tone. “We’re together, Oscar. We have been for months.”

“Months?” Oscar looks between you and Lando, comprehension and rage warring on his features. “You’ve been sneaking around with my teammate this whole time? Behind my back?”

Lando finally finds his voice. “Look, mate, I didn’t mean any disrespect. You know how much I care about your sister.”

“Care about her?” Oscar laughs bitterly. “Is that what you call bending her over after races? Treating her like some ...”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you snap, anger flaring. “I’m not some conquest, Oscar. I love him.”

Oscar’s eyes widen at your admission, looking almost wounded. Lando takes your hand, squeezing it tightly as he meets Oscar’s hard stare.

“It’s true,” Lando says quietly. “We’re crazy about each other. Have been for ages.”

“This is … messed up,” Oscar runs a hand through his hair, regarding you both warily. “As teammates, we can’t let this impact the team.”

“It won’t,” you insist. “We’ve kept it professional so far.”

Oscar grimaces as his eyes rake over your state of undress and the clear signs of your activities. “Evidently.”

An awkward silence stretches between you before Lando speaks up again.

“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you sooner. We wanted to, but ...”

“But what?” Oscar demands. “You thought I’d be thrilled my baby sister was sneaking around shagging my teammate?”

You open your mouth to retort but Lando cuts you off, stepping closer to Oscar.

“I know how it looks, and the situation’s not ideal. But I swear on everything, I would never hurt her or disrespect your family like that.” His eyes are deadly serious as he holds Oscar’s stare. “You have to know how much she means to me.”

Oscar’s jaw tenses mulishly for a long moment before he exhales a harsh breath. “If you break her heart, I’ll make sure you can never drive a car again, let alone race one,” he growls.

A hesitant smile tugs at Lando’s lips as you feel relief wash over you. “Deal, mate.”

“Now get some bloody clothes on,” Oscar grimaces, waving a hand vaguely in your direction as he turns away. “Jesus, you two are rank.”

You huff out a laugh, pulling Lando in for a quick kiss before grabbing your discarded clothes.

As Oscar fiddles with the champagne bottle, refusing to tear his eyes away from the ceiling, you share a look with Lando, hearts swelling with love and hope for whatever the future may bring.

Lando Nowins is no more.

[championgaragedoorrepair]

Although garage door openers are usually reliable, they are not fault-proof. No matter what’s the make or model, the quality of the manufacturing process or how well you maintain the equipment, garage doors and openers will break down from time to time. While over time there are typical signs that a garage door is ageing and needs to be maintained, some breakdowns may happen abruptly and without a warning.

[slocumjoe]

what the companions get canceled for

Ada; thinks lost and found is a freebie box, will walk into your home if the garage door is open and try to haggle for your shit

Cait; The new Giddyup Buttercups just released, a riot broke out in the store, she emerged the winner. because, y'know. she was fighting moms and their children

Codsworth; assault (ferociously wiping bbq sauce off a strangers face)

Curie; chasing anti-vax protesters with disease samples on q-tips

Danse; slurs

Deacon; the most insane kin drama you have ever seen unfold

Dogmeat; peed on a prized show poodle at the park

Gage; exotic animal ownership and driving a truck that is holding on with duct tape and a prayer. no one finds out about the...other things

Hancock; went to Nuka World, popped some bad, expired chems, and spent a week living in the walls of the attractions, planning an assassination on Cappy

MacCready; chasing anti-vax protesters with knives

Nick; exiled by the Italian community for how he makes spaghetti in the microwave (he's a busy man, it's convenient, it tastes the same, what's the fuss about?)

Old Longfellow; sport hunter

Strong; rushes the stage at a production of Cats and attacks the actors ("Bustopher Jones~, is not skin and bones~, in fact, he's remarkably fa—AAAAAAAAAA–")

Piper; the most insane twitter political hot take thread you have ever seen unfold

Preston; broke HOA rules to start a community garden and sicced children on the HOA board members

X6-88; the only HOA board member that's willing to throw children into traffic if it means digging up Preston's illegal green beans

[atombombbibunny]

Love In An Elevator - Austin Butler x Y/N 18+

Summary: A game of 20 questions while stuck in an elevator can only go well, right?

Pairings: Austin Butler - Y/N

AN: Hi hi this is my first super smutty thing I've ever written so sorry if its crap, also its unedited cause i just want it out already.

Warnings: Please please please! If you are not over 18 DNI, I do check and I do block. unprotected sex (stay safe plz) handjob, breeding kink? some smutty questions.

words: 2738

Love in an elevator

The first time you had sex it was sweet and slow; it was passionate and hot. He showed you what to do, how to move, he played music in the background and lit candles

The second time was the complete opposite.

You were leaving your apartment with your friend Austin, the two of you decided to meet up early at your place before going to see some other friends. Once you got into the elevator you pressed the button for the garage. “I’m telling you we’re only two blocks from the place.” Austin argued as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his whole body against the wall. The doors closed while you rolled your eyes. “And I’m telling you, its way too hot outside for me to walk anywhere.” The elevator began to move.

Austin sucked his teeth and scoffed at your dramatics. Before you had a chance to remind him of the time, he dragged you to Disneyland on the hottest day of the year causing you to pass out the elevator lurched before coming to a complete stop. Austin stood his calm demeanor gone.

“Oh you have got to be kidding.” You groaned, you continued to press the emergency button whilst taking your phone out of your purse, only to be met with no service. “Oh my god, this is like something out of a movie.” You sighed rubbing a hand on your face, trying to hold back your panic.

Austin touched your arm getting you to stop mashing the button that rang out an annoying ring. “Hey, hey, its going to be alright. You hit that button at least 50 times.” You let out a light laugh. “I’m sure someone is on their way." He reassured.

You released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding and dropped your shoulders. “You’re right, you’re right.” You agreed. Austin stepped around the whole elevator, you silently moved out of his way as he sized the small space up.

“Wanna play 20 questions?” You tilted your head and raised and eyebrow. “What are we 14?” Austin began to sit on the floor. “No.” He dragged out. “But we will be here for a bit, and it will kill some time.” He motioned for you to sit across from him. You sighed and sat down crossing your legs. “You start.” You ordered as you looked around the small enclosure.

Austin went back to being calm in an attempt to keep you calm and relaxed. “Alright, what your biggest fear?” You laughed as you motioned around you. “This.” Austin stuck out his lip and pouted slightly, you chuckled. “Oh course being with you helps.” Austin smirked before nodding towards you. “You’re turn.”

It went like this for a while, asking the basic clean questions before the two of you ran out of niceties. Austin was a lot more sexually active than you, that didn’t mean you weren’t dirty minded. “You’re telling me you’ve never gotten off to a movie scene?” You gaped; Austin shook his head while laughing. “No, was I supposed to, am I not truly a man?”

You giggled. “Come on, wedding crashers had some steamy scenes” You announced before realizing what you were saying, a smirk spread across Austin’s face. “Was that on yours?” Your face completely flushed. “Is that the question for your turn?” You asked hoping he would drop it. “No.” Austin said all to quickly. “what’s your definition of great sex?” you could feel your face getting hotter, maybe it was just getting hot in this small space, you could see a tinge of red on Austin’s cheeks as well. You swallowed hard before letting the truth slide out. “Well, I’ve only really had sex once.” You mutter as you look away.

You weren’t very open about your sexual activity, not many friends knew you were a virgin till a year ago, and that though you enjoyed the sex you felt like you wasted that time. The previous man hurt you terrible not long later. You knew virginity was something created to keep girls from having a lot of sex, but you still thought it was a special occasion, only to get your heart shattered.

Austin continued to open and close his mouth; you knew you made things awkward, but he was the one who asked.

“Same question?” You asked attempting to fill the silence but also unable to think of a new question. Austin stammered for a second before answering. “I guess, I love passion that turns into burning skin and all you can hear is each others breathing, touching each other everywhere you can grab.” His eyes burned into your face as you watched him explain, you breath became heavy, and you wanted to curse being stuck in the elevator but couldn’t.

“Dirty talk is a good addition as well.” He joked his eyes filling with a smile, you let out a laugh. You were happy he was the one to break the thick tension that was building. You checked your phone to see it had already been an hour. “When it someone going to get here?” You muttered putting your phone back, your heart began to pound. “What if no one comes?” You looked at Austin to see him already shifting to sit next to you. “Whoa, its okay. These things take time, we’ll be alright.” He placed his hand over yours.

He was a bit scared inside, but it would never be something he’d show. He needed to keep you relaxed.  

You closed your eyes and tried to breathe properly to calm your heart rate.

“You’ve really only had sex once?” you heard Austin ask beside you, you opened one eye to look at him. “What? Why is that so bad?” Austin raised his hands removing it from your hand. “Woah, never said it was.” He defended. “Its just.” You cocked and eyebrow at him. “Just?” Austin motioned to you. “You’re you.” You opened both eyes to laugh at him. “What does that even mean?” You argued.

Austin let out a light chuckle. “Come one Y/N, you’ve seen you in a mirror, right?” You felt your heart beat a little faster, this time for a different reason. “Shut up.” You mock laughing still. “I’m serious, but whatever don’t take the compliment. Your turn.” He said attempting to get back to the game.

You glanced around the elevator. “Ever do it in an elevator?” Austin threw his head back in laughter. “No.” You smiled at him. “What about in public in general?” He shook his head at you. “That’s two questions, you’re breaking the rules.” You snickered “We’re also way past 20 questions, I think the rules don’t apply anymore.” Austin smiled at you before dropping his head. “Yeah, in public I have.”

His answer wasn’t exactly expected, it had a tingle run up your spine. “Where?” you breathed out, Austin turned to face you to see your shocked but curious expression. He wanted to taunt you for your curiosity but decided against it. “It was just a bathroom on a set once.” You nodded like you could relate to him. “I think it would be pretty interesting to do it in an elevator though.” He added and your stomach flipped. “Yeah?” You could barely contain yourself with his answer, crossing your legs over each other.

“Yeah.” He looked around before he landed back on you, you couldn’t help yourself as you closed the small space between the two of you, your lips landing on his. It wasn’t the perfect kiss, his mouth was slightly open, but God his lips were as soft as always you dreamed.

You pulled back shocked at your own actions. “Austin, I-“ Your lips were quickly pulled into a hard kiss, his hands reaching to rest on your cheeks. His lips covered yours as he held you close to him; your mind was swirling.

“Austin.” You muttered on his lips in between kisses, he hummed. “What are we doing?” You asked, barely a whisper. “What come natural.” He answered before lightly nipping at your bottom lip, you shuddered at the bite, you weren’t fully aware of your movements till you were crawling into his lap straddling him.

“We’re being stupid.” You say inching as close to him as possible. His hands landed on your hips, gripping you hard as his lips moved from your jaw to your neck. “Can’t argue with that.” He growled against your sensitive skin causing you to gasp, your hands gripped his wrists and your hips ground down against him.

Austin let out a low groan at the feeling of your grinding on his, his head resting against your shoulder, his hands moved with you encouraging you to continue. You could feel how hard he was through his jeans, and you couldn’t help the small moan the escaped your lips, feeling yourself get wet at the knowledge that you were the one doing this to him.

“Y/N” He muttered against your shoulder. You pulled back to take him in, his lips were red and swollen, his hair a mess and his eyes were darker. Your heart pounded in your chest as you pulled your shirt off, his eyes widened as he took you in, on hand leaving your hip to massage your breast, his fingers grazing inside to swipe your nipple, you head fell back at the feeling of his fingers.

His other and moved to the button of your shorts, all you could do was watch and it popped open, you lifted your let instinctively helping him in the process of sliding it of your leg. Your breath was heavy as you lowered your hands to undo his pants, fiddling with the button and zipper. Austin watched you this time completely taken in by your movements before his hand landed in your hair, pushing you back to his lips, it was heavy his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You gripped his shirt tightly as you rested your core back against his member.

It was pulsating against you causing you to moan into your kiss, you pulled back from him your confidence growing slightly as you pulled back his waistband, setting his cock free. It was big, bigger than what you had, had in the past. It twitched and all you could do was stare at it. Austin was breathless as his finger looped into your panties and pulled them down.

Lifting you let once more allowing them to slide down one leg, you looked at him, his pupils were blown as you placed your hand around his large shaft, he hissed at the contact at first before letting his head fall back on the wall. “Y/N. fuck.” He groaned, you began to slide your hand up and down. You wanted nothing more but to taste him, but you didn’t know how much time you had with him in here. You leaned back up to position yourself over him but before you could move to much Austin’s thumb moved to press against your clit.

You let out a loud moan from the feeling of his finger on your bundle of nerves, one finger slid between your wet lips. “Fuck, you’re this wet for me?” he asked, your head dropped forward, his other hand cupped your still covered breast, his fingers fighting to get in to roll your nipple in between his fingers. “Oh god.” You groaned out your teeth clenching together in pleasure. Your voice was barely a whisper as you leaned towards his ear. “Austin, fuck me.” You begged as you forced your hips forward guiding his cock through your slick folds, you could feel his precum slid over you.

Austin let out a guttural groan as he positioned himself at your entrance, he paused for a second, capturing you lips with his once more as he placed a hand on your lower back, moving you to press onto him. You feel as his tip slide into you, your wall clenching around him as you let out a whine, trying to adjust to his size. “Austin.” You gasp.

Austin pressed gentle kisses into the hot skin of your neck. “Mm, I know.” He was trying to comfort you, his mind going blank as you sunk onto him slowly. “Fuck, you’re really tight.” His hand moved from you back, back your waist were he squeezed hard. You sink a bit more, taking in a sharp breath realizing he’s still not fully in you. “Hurts a bit.” You muttered, the pleasure luckily being more than the pain.

“Not used to such a big cock hey?” you felt yourself clench at his words. “N-no” you respond, your hands tightly gripped his shirt as he finally bottomed out inside you, you both let out breath moans, your hand running up into his hair and gripping it. “Oh fuck.” Austin utterers feeling you tighten against him. He wants nothing more but to go animalistic on you, but he holds back.

You let out a needy whine as you attempt to move. “Help me, Austin.” You plead the coil in your stomach tightening at the full feeling. Austin lifts you up a bit as he slides down to the ground a bit more before gripping your hips with both hands, almost lifting you completely off of him before handing you slide back down. The feeling of him completely filling you out almost becomes unbearable as he moves you slowly a few more times.

Soon he thrusts up into you, meeting you as you slide down his cock. You throw your head back in complete pleasure as he hits a spot that feelings like heaven, he beings to speed up his movements till all you can hear is the slapping of skin as your breasts bounce with each thrust. You close your eyes gripping at his chest. “Talk to me.” You cry. Austin groans at your request, his fingers squeezing you tighter, most likely leaving bruises. “Fuck, you’re doing so good.” He tells you, his tip kissing your cervix sending a bit a of pain down your back, only making you love this more.

“You were made to take my cock; your pussy was made just for me.” He says thrusting into you harder, losing his control and fucking up into you as hard as he can. You can barely keep track of your breathing. “Wanna cum in this pussy, wanted to for so fucking long.” He confesses catching you off guard as you watch his eyes fill with lust, the bright blue of his eyes almost completely gone. “Austin.” You whisper as you feel yourself tighten around him. “P-please cum in me.” You beg, the coil feels so tight like it will burst at any second. Austin groans loudly and growls at your acceptance, his thumb finds his way to your clit again rubbing shapes against you.

You let out a scream as you body shakes. “A-Austin, God. I’m going to cum.” Austin’s hand slides up to your ribs, his hand exploring every inch of you. “Yes baby, cum on my cock.” With his permission you lose yourself in your orgasm as it tips over, your hands bundle as your knuckles turn white, you whole body spasms as constant waves hit your cunt, you feel yourself pulse around his cock only bringing you more pleasure. Austin loses himself at the feeling of you cumming around him and his thrust begin to get messier but harder, you swear you can feel him in your stomach as he presses himself into you as much as possible. Hot streaks fill your pussy as his cock pulses in you, “God dammit baby.” He growls as he empties himself into your cunt.

Almost like magic the elevator surges and begins to move again, you quickly climbed off of Austin, dressing yourself as he laid there attempting to get his breathing steady, you could feel his cum sliding down your leg as you stood up. Austin quickly did his pants back up as the elevator continued to move down. He stood before cornering you to press soft kisses against your lips and ears.

The doors finally opened to the garage but before you could move to leave Austin pressed the button to your floor. “If you think I’m done with you already, you’re out of your mind.” He growled into your ear as the doors closed once more.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Truly Desperate: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: (6) After a girl's night with Wanda, you message Loki for a late-night rendezvous in the underground garage. (w/c 2.5k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Language. Smut. Alcohol consumption (full consent). Soft Dom! Loki. Edging. Denial. Dirty Talk. PV/Oral Sex. Established/Secret relationship.

“I know you’re getting some. I just know it…” Wanda slurred, emptying the last dregs of the wine bottle into her glass. “Just because you’re getting off on that perfectly constructed cock every night…” you rolled your eyes, hoping the sarcasm was convincing. Wanda’s hand pawed at your cheek as she swayed slightly, an attempt at a coy smile dancing on her lips, “I might be drunk, Y/N... but I’m not wrong.” She leant back on the sofa, swirling her wine like a brandy. Her arched eyebrows rose in self-assurance as she regarded you suspiciously, “and I think I know who it is...you naughty girl.” Your stomach twisted. The warm butterflies of tipsiness became sparrow wings beating to be free. Wanda was your best friend, but once the lid was open there was no closing it. What was that old saying? You couldn't un-milk a cow? Well, it was true. And you certainly couldn't un-fuck a god.

“I bet he’s amazing in bed…” she narrowed her gaze as she said it, searching your face unsubtly for clues. “I bet he’s very eager to please…” Bravery soared in your chest at the thought of sharing your delicious secret, the alcohol in your blood making you want to give her all the gory details she craved. You drained your glass. The words were on the tip of your tongue. Wanda, I’m fucking Loki Laufeyson. “It’s Steve, isn’t it.” she said confidently, taking a sip of wine. You spluttered with shock as she began to laugh, her eyebrows rising again as she waited for confirmation. “Wanda, I am not fucking Steve fucking Rogers...oh my god…are you crazy?” you squealed, brushing wine droplets from your bare legs. She hummed, releasing a tiddly giggle as she fell back again against the sofa, “well...someone should” she said thoughtfully, stumbling over her words. “Oh, speaking of– wait until I tell you what Vis did in bed last week. You’re not going to believe this…” –

After forty minutes, and another glass of wine, you had messaged Loki. Twenty minutes, garage it had said. With pleasure he’d replied. You tugged at your dress, the loose jersey brushing against your thighs as you made your way down the stairs to the base of the Tower, a sprawling space brimming with every imaginable vehicle. It was past one a.m and the hallways had been deserted. Cool air breezed under your dress as you pulled open the side-door leading to the back of the subterranean maze. You passed Bucky’s motorbike strewn haphazardly, smirking at how dangerously close it was parked to Steve’s vintage chevy. “Good morning.” Loki purred from the shadows, emerging with his cheekbones cutting sharply in the barely lit space. You squealed, skipping over to where he had leant against the wall. “Someone’s in a good mood" he drawled quietly, "Happy to see me?”

“Alllllways…” you sang, sliding your hands around his waist. Loki’s brow furrowed, his eyes searching yours, “Y/N are you...intoxicated?” You looked up at him coyly, pinching your thumb and forefinger together as he pursed his lips disapprovingly. "I don’t think this is a good idea…” he murmured as you grasped at his collar.

“Loki, I’m fine! Wanda had most of it -I’m just a little tipsy...” you said, kissing up to his ear, releasing a short moan before biting his earlobe, “...and horny.” He looked at you intently, his big, beautiful eyes laced with concern. “If you feel unwell, or you wish to end things...tell me.” he said firmly. You giggled before stopping abruptly under his penetrating stare, pressing your fingers to your lips, “Yes, sir. Understood...sir.” you murmured, straight-faced. “Very well” he said, his concerns satisfied, “I have a surprise for you. I thought after the last near miss down here we would benefit from a small upgrade.” A black key fob appeared with a flick of his hand, his thumb pressing it as the heavy sound of doors unlocking briefly thundered in the empty garage. Your eyes widened as you sourced the noise. “The armoured truck?” you said, mouth gaping as he nodded smugly. “I procured the entry mechanism from operations this morning after our...encounter in the showers. Bulletproof. Bombproof. Soundproof” he winked. “When you say procured…” you said, narrowing your eyes at Loki who shrugged, his eyebrows slanting innocently. “Stole? Yes.” he said expectantly, noting your disapproval with a wave of his hand. “Well, they have prevented any of my enchantments taking hold within the building, so I don’t see how I was left with any choice.” You shook your head, sidling over to him and sliding your palms up his chest. “Let’s stay out here, it was really hot last time…” you said, edging him towards the wall. “Darling, last time you were forced to imitate a choking fit with my cock buried inside you when my brother came through that very side-door…” You smiled. He was so hot when he faked disapproval. “You love it” you growled, emboldened by the tingling warmth in your blood as you watched his eyebrows rise in amusement. “You love all the sneaking around and the clandestine fucking, you love it...you fucking love it don’t you? You bad boy...”

“That’s no way to talk to a prince, love" he said softly, warning peppering his tone as you raised one knee to his hip, willing him to relent. Love. You had said that word a lot just now, hadn't you. Did you mean to do that? And he had said it too. Just once. Hadn’t he? Your stomach flipped. Loki’s fingers snaked to grip your bare thigh against his hip, skirting his hand further up the hem of your dress. A growl rumbled in his throat, his intense stare darkening with lust. You bit your lip, his eyes following its progress as you drew it gently between your teeth.

“Nornnns darling…” he groaned, before slipping his tongue greedily into your mouth. Your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, the familiar metal fastenings coming away easily under your touch. “Uhhhhh, Y/N…” he moaned against your cheek, your hand curling around his length, gliding gently from root to tip, “you really are a little god-slut aren’t you.”

“Only for you... sir” you whispered, as you guided his straining cock between your legs. You rubbed him gently against your wet entrance, watching his eyes light up with anticipation. “No panties? Good girl” he murmured warmly, “you’re learning.” Loki’s hands found their way to your waist, lifting you to wrap both legs around his hips. Through desperate kisses you realised you were in motion before your back lowered to meet cool metal. You let out a sharp sigh as the god’s cock finally filled you. Two days had been too long. Far too long. You arched your back to meet his first thrust, a needy moan from your lips filling the still air. Loki held your hips steady, his torso straight as he watched his manhood disappear inside your tight, wet cunt. So ready for him. Always so ready for him. He exhaled deeply; the walls of your channel flexing to settle against his thick girth. Waves of pleasure rolled as he watched your hips rise and fall to meet his slow rhythm. As he pleasured you. Serviced you. Fucked you on the hood of Rogers prize car.

“Uhhhhhh...you take my cock so well, darling...do you k-know that?” he moaned through strained breaths. The sight of you keening into him against the carefully polished metal. Your pathetic little dress all dishevelled around your hips. It was making him feral. “Godssss….yessss oh.fuck.yes.” He really had been saving himself. Your mind flashed to his dirty whispers in your ear this morning. How he stroked himself to you. Bringing himself to the edge. Those hands mercilessly pleasuring his own cock to thoughts of you together. But I didn’t cum, he’d said. I’m saving it all for you. “Oh darling...that’s it” he groaned loudly, as you tightened the grip of your legs, pulling him closer. Needy whines flew higher from your lips with every flourish of his hips as he guided you fluidly back and forth. You couldn’t take your eyes from him as he towered above.

His head was thrown back, dark hair sprawled against his shoulders. His eyes were closed, brows raised as he felt every incandescent moment of pleasure your willing body gave him. As you watched, Loki’s mouth dropped open, panting dirty phrases to the concrete ceiling; savouring his Valhalla buried between your open thighs. His smouldering gaze lowered. With one agonisingly delicious curve of his hips he slowly bottomed out, bending to hover over your sprawled torso. “Do you remember what I told you in the showers, kitten?” he whispered, barely audible over the thumping blood in your ears. You nodded feverishly, willing him to continue his ravishment of your sodden core. Orgasms bestowed by Loki were addictive, like nothing else. Nothing compared. You moaned in frustration as he shook his head.

“Remind me, darling…” he goaded, withdrawing every pulsating inch of himself as slowly as he had entered.

He wrapped his hands around your calves, drawing them forward and hoisting your legs over his thick forearms, trapping them solidly in the crook. You slid further down the bonnet of Steve’s chevy with a squeak, the metal tugging against your dampening skin. The realisation of how exposed you were washed over you. Legs spread wide as the god of mischief railed you against the captain’s favourite toy. If someone came through that door, thick concrete walls or not...there would be no choking your way out of this one. You propped yourself up on your elbows, attempting to diffuse his games with a sultry stare. Your gaze drew up Loki’s tight torso. Creases of rippling muscles outlined against his shirt with every breath. His chiselled jaw was set, that mighty cock rubbing teasingly at your entrance as he awaited your response. You weren’t going to win. Your breath hitched as he rubbed his manhood against your clit. “You said you were s-saving it for me…” you whispered, suddenly shy. He cocked an eyebrow, licking his lips as his regal gaze narrowed; “And?” “Delaying...your...g-gratification, fuckkk-”

He breached you. An inch, nothing more. You clenched around the tip; head falling back as your hips attempted to thrust upward.

“And?” he purred again, tauntingly. You squirmed beneath him, trying to force yourself further down his cock. His palms pressed against the backs of your thighs, keeping you in your place like the good girl you were. “You were desperate...making yourself ahhhh- desperate…” He slid into you further, not even a quarter of his hard length gently pulsing inside your channel, grazing every sizzling nerve. His hips swayed gently at your entrance. Making you wait. You fell back against the car bonnet with a dramatic thud, hands over your face. Loki chuckled darkly, pausing for effect with a sharp intake of breath. “And?” The back of your hand pressed against your forehead as you moaned beneath him, thrashing with frustration as he held you steady. How could he feel this good? How could anything feel this good? The god was silent, a thoughtful smile curling at the edges of his lips. Between your needy whines, the only sound you could hear was a soft slurp of friction as the tip of his cock dipped teasingly between your dripping folds. You took a shaky breath, brow creasing as you recalled his words through the haze of whirling need. “Y-you said...you were...w-were going to fill me with your hot...hot..uhhhh...hot cum-” you groaned; your back arching off the bonnet as he delivered another tantalising inch before halting. “That was all...that was it! Loki!” you whined loudly, fists falling with a thud against the metal; deliverance snatched away. You looked up at your teasing lover with pleading eyes, his amusement palpable as his fingertips gripped your needy flesh.

“So hasty, pet...” he tutted, biting his lip as he circled his hips; making your eyes roll back. You felt him begin to thumb your exposed clit, cool skin sliding effortlessly against the wet slick of your mess. It was slow; calculated. It was perfection.

“I don’t think you’re quite desperate enough yet...” he said, the stoicism of his words shuddering across your skin. Your gaze travelled reluctantly upwards, meeting his. You had been on the verge of orgasm for what felt like an hour. He couldn’t be serious. In a flash, Loki slid his half-sheathed cock from your body and sank to his knees. Before you could protest, his tongue began lapping at your entrance; the heavenly feeling cascading in debilitating waves. “Oh Lokiiiii…” you hissed, spreading your arms across the car hood to steady you. He chuckled against your delicate folds before drawing them between his lips, sucking you gently. Words struggled to form between heavy sighs, gyrating against his face buried deep between your legs.

He released muffled moans below you, those large hands pushing your thighs higher to reach the back of your slit. Every swirl was a fresh plateau of excruciating pleasure. You could feel your climax rising again, the soft stripe of his tongue against your centre rocking you closer; you were coming, you were com- “Are you truly desperate now, darling? " he murmured coyly as he surfaced; rising and planting his palms on either side of your sprawled body as you slid ungracefully down the bonnet. "Are you as desperate for me as I am for you? As I have been for days?" he muttered darkly, hoisting you to your original position. Your legs folded around his hips as you pathetically moaned his name. It was begging. You were begging. “Say it. Say the words, pet…” he goaded, rubbing his thick cock against your devastatingly wet entrance, slick with his enthusiasm. “I’m desperate, Loki.” you groaned through gritted teeth, staring up at him as you clutched his shirt in your fist. His cheekbones flashed in the gloom as he smirked knowingly.

“Yes, you are Agent. Aren’t you?” You shivered, his commanding tone demolishing the last of your restraint. You tugged his shirt roughly, sealing his lips to yours with a hungry kiss. Finally, mercifully...he filled you, bottoming out as he let out a breathy moan of your name. His thrusts were primal; the pound from his strong hips jutting you backwards against the polished surface with every snap. You pulled him closer, feeling his body tighten as he pressed his forehead to yours. “Godsss, Y/N... what you do to me with your games” he muttered between animalistic groans. “Don’t stop, Loki...please...don’t…” you whined as your allusive climax crested for a third time. Loki’s pants grew louder, hair falling over your face as he encased you, his torso flush against your chest. You came with a strangled cry, louder than you intended; the intensity shaking your spent body.

Loki followed with a staggered intake of breath; his face scrunched in pleasure as he finally emptied inside you. He bit his lip as a tremor rolled through him, thighs trembling as his deep, rapturous groan reverberated to every corner of the concrete ceiling. His forehead pressed against your shoulder as you both caught your breath, the scent of sex heavy in the air. You felt a thick stream of Loki's seed slide from you as he withdrew, pooling between your thighs on the polished car bonnet. Steve would not be impressed. “If I didn’t know better darling, I’d say you wanted to be caught…” he said, tucking a strand of damp hair behind your ear before tucking himself inside his trousers. You smiled shyly, the heady mix of sex and wine catching up with you as you rose, wrapping your arms over his shoulders. “Do you mind if I stay in your room tonight?” you whispered. “Of course, darling” he murmured against your hair, “my bed is always open to you. You know that.” The fluttering in your chest became faster, nerves twisting in your belly as you began over-analysing his words.

It wasn’t the thought of Thor breaking down the door to discover you in Loki’s arms that made you afraid. Or the clandestine walk to and from the elevators. Always separate. Always wary.

You looked up at him, praying that your eyes didn’t betray the unbidden feelings burning through your blood.

His bed was open, yes. But was his heart?

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Clash | jjk (Mature) Ch. 7

Chapter 7 is here! I hope you enjoy! Thank you again for all of the love and support you have all shown Clash. I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Slice of Life | Neighbors

{Summary:} You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself.

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Enemies to Lovers, Hostility, Mild Angst, Sexual Tension, Banter, Smut, Mild Degradation, Sexual Content, Prank Wars, Unprotected Sex , Awkward Tension, Fluff, Oral Sex, Teasing, Blood, Peril, Car Accident, Elements of Cheating (This list will be updated as each part gets released)

The bright flashing light of the emergency personnel begins to fade as Jungkook’s BMW pulls away from the spine-chilling scene of the motor vehicle accident. The drivers of both vehicles had already been transferred to the nearest hospital and traffic was finally starting to weave around the mess of scrap metal and busted vehicles still being cleaned off the road. You fail to realize that since Jungkook returned to the car, you’ve been holding your breath, feeling your anxiety slowly simmer back down at the realization that you were both safely on your way home. “Was that Taehyung?” You finally speak as you sigh in relief, shifting your gaze toward Jungkook as he sat quite stiffly in the driver’s seat.

Jungkook’s jaw was tense as he cautiously maneuvered toward the nearest exit, his eyes staying glued to the road in front of him. “Yeah, He’s on tonight.” You nod at his response, letting your gaze drop to your hands that are tucked between your legs.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook’s voice was laced with concern as he finally spares you a glance, his eyes exposing his protective demeanor.

For a moment, you contemplate your answer. You had never witnessed a car accident before and seeing someone helpless on the ground, tethering off the edge of life and death only seemed to make it that much more real and vulnerable. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You offer him a soft smile, hoping it’ll do its job of reassuring him that you’re mentally doing fine. “I’m glad everyone was okay.”

Jungkook’s grip tightens around his steering wheel as he glances in his mirrors, turning onto the large commercial street that leads down toward your apartments. “Me too.” He let out a long sigh, thankful for the reality that no one lost their life due to someone’s carelessness to double-check before merging into another lane.

“I bet you see that all the time.” You mention nervously, unable to imagine what dreadful sights Jungkook witnesses every time he clocks in for work.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, letting the joints crack as he turns to face you with a broken stare. “That…and worse.” His words are haunting as a chill courses through your limbs. You feel content at the sight of your complex, watching as the parking garage door lifts open as Jungkook’s car approaches the entrance.

“Thank you for tonight.” You make sure to add as he skillfully pulls into a parking spot, thankful to see his eyes lighten from the darkened gloom that was entrapping him since the accident.

He grins as he places the car in park, finding your eyes with his. “I should be thanking you. It’s not often I get served a dose of humble pie.” He’s referring back to your victory on the track, causing the tension to vanish once as you smack your lips together, rolling your eyes as you unbuckle your seat.

As you enter the lobby and venture toward the elevators, Jungkook holds out his arm to keep the elevator doors from closing, motioning for you to enter as you quickly find your way toward the back of the elevator. You lean into the rail, watching as your date clicks the seventh floor. “You were amazing tonight.” You compliment him, your voice a soft hush as his large doe eyes find yours. He is almost surprised to hear you say such things.

“Thanks.” His lips pull into the hint of a smile, as he glances down at his attire. His plaid button-down was discarded into the dumpster of the parking garage while traces of blood were visible on the fabric of the white tank top adorning his toned abdomen. His hair has been tousled in the wind of the busy highway and even though he looks completely disheveled, you still find yourself immensely attracted to him. “I’m a mess.” He chuckles, glancing down at his body as he holds his arms out to better examine himself.

You laugh lightheartedly, thankful to see Jungkook less serious than he was on the drive home. “Comes with the territory of saving lives.” You feel your heart flip within your chest as Jungkook’s eyes met yours, his features softening from the reality of your presence.

“Still up for a nightcap?” Jungkook watches you carefully as if he’s expecting you to say no. The truth is, while the recent events of your evening might have been terrifying and unexpected, you couldn’t imagine going back home to face your thoughts alone.

“Yeah.” You answer softly, watching as he steps closer to you, his hand reaching out to caress your face. You hold your breath, anticipating the warmth of his touch as he leans forward. Jungkook catches himself, pulling his hand away before he can touch you, remembering that he should probably shower before having any more physical contact.

The tone of the elevator interrupts the moment as he turns to lead the way to his apartment. You follow behind him, watching as he searches his pocket for his keys. “I should take a shower first.” He glances back at you as he fiddles with the door handle, offering you a questioning stare. “Mind waiting?”

You shrug your shoulders as you hold your purse in front of you. The least you could do was wait for him to clean up after everything he’s done tonight. “Of course not.” You smile brightly, which only elicits a content grin from your neighbor. Jungkook pushes open his front door, gesturing for you to enter before him as he leans in to flip on the nearest light switch. You shyly squeeze past him, letting your eye wander over the landscape of his apartment as you take in the minimalistic decor.

Jungkook moves around you, taking his shoes off at the door before shifting about to turn on more lighting. You quickly copy him, removing your Converse and leaving them there before exploring more of the entryway. You smile as you watch him, admiring how clean his apartment is despite the collection of random items placed about the space.

“Make yourself comfort.” He offers, moving into his bedroom as he switches on a small gray box, beams of multicolored lights dancing across the walls as the ambient lighting creates a pleasant environment. He moves towards his closet, locating a dresser as he retrieves a plain t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts.

You hesitantly walk into his room, your curiosity taking over as you snoop around to glance at all of the things collected on his shelves. You notice a few Marvel items, video games, and music albums displayed, giving a few insights into some of the things he enjoys. “Nice place.” You hum happily, taking a seat on the edge of his large bed.

Jungkook peaks his head out from the bathroom, feeling completely wrecked by the sight of you sitting on his bed. He lets out a slight groan as he bites the metal of his piercing on the inside of his lip, accepting the fact that you’d look sinful spread across his sheets. He shakes off his imagination, pulling off his tank top before rolling it into a ball and tossing it into the trash given the blood stains. “Feel free to play music or turn on the tv.”

Your jaw practically drops open as Jungkook offers you a delicious view of his muscles, your mind going fuzzy from the sight as he moves his hands down toward the button of his jeans. Your eyes shamelessly follow his hands, noticing the carving of his muscles lubriciously pointing down towards his manhood. You chew on the inside of your cheek, feeling your body ignite in a raging inferno that can only be tamed by Jungkook’s touch.

“Y/n?” Jungkook’s voice painfully drags you from your lustful trance, blinking off your surprise as you shift your eyes back up to his. “Did you hear me?”

For a moment, you can’t remember what he said, your mind short-circuiting as you try to retrace the last things you might have heard. You hear him chuckle softly before unbuttoning his jeans, pointing towards the television and speaker. “You can turn them on.” He adds, before stepping back into the bathroom. “I won’t take long.”

You nod weakly, offering him a bashful smile as you watch the bathroom door close between you. You let out a sigh of frustration, practically palming yourself in the face for being so obvious about your attraction. You shift your weight to one side as you pull your phone from your back pocket, deciding to distract yourself in hopes of cooling off. As you tap your screen, it illuminates indicating a few missed texts from Roxanne.

As you go to tap open her messages, you hear the water turn on, the sound accompanied by Jungkook’s soft humming. You turn off your phone as you listen to his heavenly voice singing through the wooden door, getting hypnotized by the comforting sound. Your eyes follow the slow pulse of lights against his wall, enjoying the mood lighting which only seems to stir your desire to be intimate with Jungkook.

You nervously bite your lip, remembering how you cheated this man out of an orgasm in his own car. Despite the feud you created between you both, you recognize that Jungkook is genuinely a good man and any woman would be lucky to find themselves waiting for him to shower while casually sitting on his bed.

As your thoughts circle back to memories of Jungkook’s body, you begin to wonder what he looks like currently, naked beneath a stream of running water. You feel your cheeks burn at the thought of him soaked and vulnerable for your hands to trail down his body. You smirk mischievously as you imagine him groaning and tossing his head back from your treatment, singing your praise as you threaten to finish what you started in his car that rainy day.

You boldly decide to stand, moving your hands to your waist as you unbutton your own jeans, pulling them down the length of your legs before draping them across a gaming chair near the edge of his room. You quickly remove your panties, hiding them beneath the denim as you slip out of your cropped sweater and bra. You feel completely exposed as you begin to question your decisions. What if Jungkook wants to be alone, cleaning up after a stressful encounter? What if he rejects your advances?

The countless worries plague your mind as you cross your arms over your chest to hide your indecency, questioning your intentions. You fight with yourself, letting your desires take over as you timidly step toward the bathroom, opening the door slowly not to startle Jungkook.

Jungkook hears the click of the door, frantically turning toward the source of the sound as he catches a glimpse of your body on full display. He passes his hands across his face, pushing his hair back and clearing the water from his eyes as he processes the reality that you are standing naked on the opposite side of the shower door. His silence gives you all the confidence you need as you pull open the glass door, the steam clearing from the cool air as you get a salacious view of Jungkook’s body.

“What are you doing, princess?” His voice is almost a growl as if he’s the big bad wolf on the prowl for his little red riding hood, desperate for a taste. A shiver courses through your limbs as you hesitantly step into the shower, closing the door behind you as turn to face the man stalking you from behind the veil of water.

You bite your lip, refusing to let your eyes shift from his gaze as it pins you to a metaphorical wall. “I thought you could use some company.” You can feel your brain going dumb at the sight of his body beneath the stream of water, his muscles flexing against the warmth as he steps toward you. You feel the water run down your hair, trailing down your shoulders and breasts as you stand fearlessly before him, ready for whatever behavior he has in store.

Jungkook pants as he steps closer toward you, his tattooed hand gently trailing up your chest as his fingers grip around your throat, pressing you back against the tile wall as he hovers his lips just barely above your own. “You shouldn’t have come in here.” He groans, pressing his body against yours as the contact between your bare skin causes you to let out a gasp of surprise. He’s holding you firmly but gently, taking caution to read your reactions as you practically crumble before him. He keeps his hand snug around your neck before placing his free hand against the tile just beside your head, caging you between him and the wall as he leans in to brush his lips against the shell of your ear. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you all damn night.”

You feel your mouth run dry, completely parched for whatever sweet nectar Jungkook has to offer as you squeeze your thighs together, desperately spreading your palms across the tile in an attempt to stabilize yourself. You gulp back your arousal, helplessly searching for your will to speak as Jungkook continues to render you speechless. You go to speak until Jungkook lifts his thumb from around your neck, dragging it gently across your bottom lip as he slides his hand across the column of your throat until he’s caressing the back of your head.

A gasp jumps through the barrier of your lips as Jungkook grips his fingers through your hair, the tension of the strands and the swift movement of him pulling your head forward causes you to squeak in surprise. You feel his forehead press into yours, his eyes exposing the torment he’s clearly enduring every second he isn’t getting intoxicated by your affection.

“What makes you think I want to fuck you?” Your frontal lobe finally resumes normal functioning as your stubbornness hijacks any remaining rationality you have left, narrowing your eyes to challenge him yet again. “I just wanted to clean off.” Your excuse is complete bullshit, something Jungkook instantly recognizes as he pulls you closer, boldly smothering your lips with his as he extracts a long, drawn-out moan from you.

“Jungkook-” Your efforts to speak are rapidly muffled by his lips, his piercing dragging against your lip as his teeth bite down as if a warning to keep your mouth shut. You desperately attempt to catch your breath between his kiss and the running water threatening to drown you if Jungkook’s affection didn’t do the job first. Your arms act like the limbs of a marionette being manipulated by the puppeteer that is Jungkook, wrapping around his neck as you arch your body off the wall to allow your chest to press into his toned abdomen.

Jungkook groans from the contact, his lips trailing down the column of your neck as he ventures down your torso, his hands shamelessly sliding down your shoulders to grope your perky mounds as his teeth sink into the fleshy part of your breast. “JK…” You try to speak again between ragged breaths, your body shivering from his intentional love bites.

“Y/n…” He huffs against your skin, anger flashing across his pupils as he lifts his head back to the level of your eyes. “If you don’t shut up and let me fuck you…” He threatens as he presses his forehead against yours once again, his expression completely wrecked as he brings both of his hands down your side to grip the meat of your hips tightly. “I’ll pound you through the damn wall.”

The moment the last syllable leaves his lips, he’s latched back onto your lips, violating your mouth with his tongue as his fingers dig deeper into your sides as he effortlessly lifts you from the ground, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. You choke back a moan as you feel his hardened cock probing at the inside of your thigh, feeling dizzy already and he hasn’t even entered you yet. “Oh my….” You whimper weakly against his lips. “JK, please!”

Jungkook smirks against your mouth, hearing your sweat pleas as he presses his hips forward to tease you further. “That's right, Princess.” He groans, feeling his resolve crumble as he adjusts you in his arms to align your center with his dripping and eager tip. The strength of his arms hold you up until you feel him drop you onto his dick, impaling you to the hilt as a loud moaned scream breaks the confinement of your lips. “Let me hear how good I fuck you.”

You can hardly catch your breath, gasping through your muffled moans as you smother your face into the crook of his neck, desperately clinging your limbs around his body as he begins to bounce you on his cock. The sound of the running water does nothing to conceal the scandalous sound of your bodies smacking together as Jungkook’s length buries deep within your core, pressing deliciously against your cervix.

Jungkook presses his lips together, his features scrunching from the strain of his body as he compensates for your weight. The look alone leaves your body trembling for more, enamored by his athleticism as he continues to balance you against him. You move your hands up to the back of his head, clawing your fingers into that lovable overgrown mullet as you tug his head back. Jungkook lets out a hiss as he steps forward, pressing your back into the tile as the rough material molds over your shoulder blades.

You release your grip on his hair as your body begins to slide down the surface, the steam and water only creating a slippery environment as your hands press into the side of the shower to keep you up. Jungkook is thankful for the break on his muscles, moving his hands down to your ass as he rotates your hips back, dragging his length from the warmth of your vagina before slamming back into you.

The salacious position he has you pinned in allows him to reach a new depth, filling you to the brim as his cock twitches from the stimulation, his eyes reflecting the same expression as a rabid animal. “Fuck, Y/n.” He pants as he continues to pound into you, his eyes devouring the sight of your blissed-out expression as your helpless moans fuel his motivation to fuck you harder and faster. “You’re so damn perfect…”

His praise leaves you floating on cloud nine as you attempt to move your hips in sync with his, the pressure causing your pleasure to build deep within your stomach. “Oh shit…” You cry out, becoming nothing more than a sobbing mess as you feel your undoing rapidly approaching. “JK!” You shriek, feeling helpless as your orgasm rips through you, an embarrassing amount of liquid gushing from your center as Jungkook groans in satisfaction.

Your body convulses around him, the strength in your arms giving way as Jungkook catches your limp body, refusing to stop pumping himself into you to help you ride out the waves of your orgasm. “Almost there, Y/n.” He bites down on his bottom lip, his teeth unforgivingly pressing against his piercing as his cock swells with the anticipation of his sweet release. “Ah, fuck yes.” Jungkook grunts as your vagina constricts around him to the continuous stimulation, milking him for all of his worth. A guttural sound escapes his lips as his forehead drops to your shoulder, hot ropes of his seed shooting deep inside your uterus.

There is a moment of stillness as Jungkook holds you in place, panting against you as he finally lets your legs drop, despite their inability to keep you upright. You wince slightly from the overstimulation as his penis drags from inside you, gasping as Jungkook adjusts the angle of the shower head to douse you both in the hot liquid. It does its job of washing away the evidence of your sinful activities with Jungkook as he leans forward to press an oddly gentle kiss to your lips.

You sigh contently from the tender affection, feeling comforted by the warmth of the shower stream and Jungkook’s soft kiss. “You were amazing.” You admit timidly, biting your bottom lip as your legs finally allow you to hold your own weight. Jungkook grins at you proudly, chuckling softly as he moves his hands to flatten your wet strands of hair.

“Yeah, you’ve already said that tonight.” He teases, watching your bliss and gratification morph into an annoyed roll of your eyes. The small hint of sass is enough to drive him mad as he leans in to place a passionate kiss against your lips. “Don’t be a brat.”

You tilt your head in annoyance, his soft kisses preventing you from being frustrated with him. “Don’t be an ass.” You counter, feeling your heart flutter at the childlike smile that stretches across his features causing his cheeks to swell against his eyes, exposing his genuine happiness.

“Turn around.” His voice is surprisingly romantic, the tone dipping lower as if rich molasses while his hands caress your hips, gently guiding you to turn away from him. Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion as you hear some rustling from beside him. It doesn’t take long before you feel soft material smooth against the back of your shoulder as it moves down the length of your back.

You soon realize that the texture is similar to a sponge, feeling the suds of Jungkook’s soap alongside the gentle drag as he selflessly begins to clean off your body. You feel a shiver crawl up your spine from the affectionate gesture, tilting your head to the side as he brings the material back up to rub against your opposite shoulder.

A moan of relaxation threatens to reveal itself as you close your eyes, enjoying the rare moment of having someone tend to you so sweetly, feeling your cheeks heat from the blush creeping on your complexion. “JK…you don’t have to…” You’re silenced almost immediately as Jungkook steps closer to your body, wrapping an arm around your waist as he presses a kiss onto your shoulder. You whine as his lips leave your skin, shuddering once feeling them press against the shell of your ear.

“I want to.” His voice is uncharacteristically sweet, leaving you a blushing mess as you fight the infectious smile from creeping onto your face, nodding in agreement as you let yourself float in the serenity of his entrancing euphoria.

You let Jungkook’s hands travel along your body, feeling yourself begin to gently sway along with the glide of his palms, hearing his chuckle softly in your ear as he travels dangerously close to the juncture between your hips. He smirks as you suck in a breath, imagining all of the ways Jungkook has ever touched you as it threatens to send you into another toe-curling orgasm.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you are?” He whispers as he brings a hand up to move your hair across your back over to one shoulder, exposing the back of your neck for him to press open-mouth kisses across the surface. You roll your head to the side, happily allowing him access to your body in whatever way he desires as you hum in response.

He lets the water wash away the soap as he hangs the sponge back up, letting his hand sprawl across your stomach as he pulls you against him. You glance back at him over your shoulder as he slides his fingers down to cup your heat, a strangled gasp escaping your lips as he presses his finger against your clit. “You look even more beautiful when you cum.” He adds completely unashamed as your body convulses from his touch.

Your mind spins from the sensitivity, knowing it wouldn’t take much for him to seduce you into another round of sex. You bravely turn to face Jungkook, immediately noticing the darkened stare behind his pupils as he begins to entertain another moment of weakness in ogling your body. You chew on the inside of your cheek, nervously reaching for the sponge as you swirl your pointer finger in a circle, gesturing for him to turn around.

Jungkook hums in excitement as he follows your direction, turning to face the opposite side of the large shower. You reach out for his bottle of soap, squeezing some of the liquid onto the soft material before turning your attention to the details of his back. Your eyes instantly follow the curves of his body, practically drooling at the sight of his muscles so perfectly chiseled as you gently run the soap down his back. You feel his muscles relax at your touch, taking the opportunity to examine the details of his tattoo sleeve from a different angle.

Jungkook groans contently from your touch as your fingertips brush against his shoulder blades. “You’re not bad looking yourself.” You grin as you use your free hand to pass against his shoulder to better help smooth the soap across the canvas of his skin.

“That’s it?” He complains, quickly turning around to face you as he engages you in a friendly stare-down. “Only not so bad looking?” He adds, staring down at you intimidatingly as you move your attention to washing the surface of his pectoral muscles.

You peer up through your eyelashes as you challenge his bravado, a small hint of a smirk exposing itself on the corner of your mouth. “You have a big enough ego as it is.” You tease, knowing that Jungkook was nothing more than a man to admire. Despite your newfound admiration for your neighbor, you weren’t about to gravel at his feet as if he was a god, even though he definitely looked like one.

Jungkook steps closer to you, diminishing your proximity as he brings a hand up to cup your cheek. “You know, I’m only an ass around you.” He grins smugly, before leaning forward to capture your lips with his. He sighs at the contact, pulling away ever so slightly before pressing another soft kiss upon them.

You smile against his kiss as you pull away, exposing your giddiness as you try to maintain a calm, collected composure. “Oh? And when I’m not there, what exactly are you?”

Jungkook holds out his arms confidently gesturing to himself with a cocky deposition. “Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.” You blink, listening to Jungkook list all of these random titles as you’re features morph into confusion.

“What?”

Jungkook’s smile disappears as he suddenly becomes shockingly serious. “Iron Man?” He questions, gauging your understanding of the reference he just provided you as you shrug your shoulders in even more confusion.

“Is that a quote from the movie?” You inquire given that you’ve never actually seen the movie in its entirety.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook practically chokes on his shock as he steps back to eye you up and down. “Have you not seen Iron Man?”

You shrug once more, which seems to set off Jungkook as he brushes his hands through his hair to adjust the wet strands from hanging in his face. He reaches past you, turning off the faucet as he turns to snatch a towel from the towel rail. “Alright, I’m getting you that drink and we’re watching it.”

You happily accept the towel now that you’re standing in the absence of the heat from the water, shivering slightly from the cool air of his apartment. “Seriously?” You laugh, finding his actions endearing as he quickly moves about to find himself another towel.

“Oh, I’m dead serious.” He retaliates as he steps out of the shower, drying himself off with a renewed sense of urgency.

You can’t help but laugh, finding this side of Jungkook insanely comical as you watch him tug on his boxers as he tries not to fall over. “Jungkook, at least let me go get some clean clothes…”

“No bother.” He interrupts, offering you his oversized t-shirt. “You can borrow mine.” He smiles widely as he takes the moment to take in the sight of your naked body as you wrap the towel around yourself to conceal the view from him. “I’m sure it looks better on you anyway.”

Your cheeks brighten to a deeper shade of crimson as you bite your lip from his comment, hating the fact that he knows exactly what to say to cause your heart to summersault within your chest. “Okay, fine.” You smile, stepping out of the shower to join him. “You win…this time.”

—

The warmth of the morning sun kisses your skin as it seeps through the curtains of Jungkook's bedroom, causing you to stir from your slumber. You let your limbs elongate as you stretch your tired muscles, startling yourself as your hand brushes against a solid figure beside you. Your eyes snap open, finding the tranquil expression of Jungkook resting soundly as your head rests gently against his bicep and pectoral muscles.

You can’t help but admire his features, enjoying his soft snores as you notice a small cylindrical pillow beneath his neck, allowing his spine to curve around the plush material. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the bright lighting around you, bringing your hands up to rub the tiredness from your corneas as Jungkook’s masculine aroma swirls around you.

It’s not your usual, waking beside such a handsome man, knowing that he seems equally as attracted to you as you are to him. The thought of this becoming a regular occurrence causes butterflies to flutter in your stomach, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. Your thoughts reel through the events of the previous evening, recalling your adventurous date and the severity of watching Jungkook spring into action to help during a car accident. It doesn’t take long for your memory to shift to thoughts of Jungkook in the shower, remembering your daring decision to join him beneath the stream of warm water.

You bring your fingertips to your lips, still feeling the tingle of Jungkook’s affection as you vividly recall the sensation of his cold metallic piercing molding over your mouth with the warmth of his supple lips. You shift in your position, turning your body to face your sleeping neighbor beside you. It’s amusing to you how a relationship that was filled with pranks and animosity suddenly morphed into one of admiration and excitement.

The television screen on the opposite side of his bedroom was still illuminated, the browser for Disney Plus still open as it displayed the title screen for the movie Iron Man. You distinctly recall your evening sprawled about on his bed, tilting your head toward his nightstand to see a few beer bottles remaining from your nightcap. You remember Jungkook’s childlike glee as he watched your reactions to the film, laughing and teasing you along the way as well as stealing some kisses before you both inevitably fell asleep.

Your moments of reminiscing are soon cut short as Jungkook’s soft snores subside, a low groan rumbling in his chest as his hand gently moves to caress your hip. His touch sends a jolt of electricity through your body as his peaceful expression turns into a satisfied grin when he too realizes that you’ve fallen asleep together.

“Morning, Princess.” He smiles brightly, his teeth glistening white as he moves a hand up to brush your hair from your face. You close your eyes as you press your face into his palm, letting a sigh escape your lips as you fight a smile from tugging at your lips.

“Good morning.” You hum happily, completely entranced by his details. Your eyes settle on the metal of his piercing, letting your pupil’s gaze lower to find a small freckle tucked beneath his bottom lip. You watch him lay flat on his back as he glances up at the ceiling, still waking up from his slumber.

Jungkook lets out another soft groan as his sleep threatens to pull him back under, leaving you to examine more of the fine attributes of his features. Your line of sight hovers over the small scar on his left cheek as you bravely decide to reach out and brush your fingertips over the imperfection, curiosity bubbling over as you gently bite your bottom lip. “Did you get this on the job?”

As your fingers feel the slight indentation of his skin against the scar, you hear a chuckle rumble within his chest cavity as he tilts his head back in your direction. “No.” He grins, running his hand along your back as you curl your body into his, keeping yourself up with your elbow. “It’s not that interesting of a story actually.”

You raise your eyebrows in curiosity, letting them scrunch from your pondering expression as you adjust yourself to peer down at him. “I have time.” You tease, waiting to hear the story behind such a distinct feature of his appearance.

Jungkook brought his opposite hand up to smooth his hair down in order to tame the flyaways from his bedhead as he squints his eyes against the sun. “My brother and I got into an argument over a computer.” He stated plainly, watching your reaction cautiously as if expecting to see disappointment invade your expression.

You shrug your shoulders as you lay back down, resting your head against his chest. “Wow, you’re right, that wasn’t interesting.” You tease, avoiding his glare that clearly pierces into the side of your skull.

It’s as if your words cast away Jungkook’s fatigue as he skillfully and athletically rolls on top of you, caging you beneath him as an arm rests on either side of your head. “Don’t be a brat.” He hisses as you gasp slightly from the sudden change in position, your soft sound muffled by Jungkook’s lips as he leans down to capture your lips in a surprisingly tender kiss. You feel your muscles relax from the affection, melting into his mattress as your body suddenly craves to be smothered beneath him.

You move your arms up around his neck, smiling against his lips as you deepen the kiss with every intention of getting your morning fix of Jeon Jungkook. Your actions are only encouraged as Jungkook allows his body to press against you, releasing an arm to trail his hand along your legs and waist. Your lips become a tangle of metal and tongue as Jungkook’s innocent soft kiss transforms into a desperate crave for your taste.

Jungkook’s hand trails against the bottom seams of his oversized shirt that’s draped across your body, his fingers tickling the skin of your thigh as you arch your back from the stimulation. His digits tread dangerously close to the inner part of your thigh, causing a shiver to course through your body as you continue to make out with him shamelessly, moving your fingers to grab ahold of the bottom strands of his hair that hang just at his neck.

You’re satisfied with the deep grutal sound that erupts from his chest as you tug, feeling his hips press into you as something hard pokes against the crevice between your thigh and heat. You gasp at the sensation of his hard dick ready for your attention, moaning at the thought of feeling him inside you once again. Your wall pulses at the excitement as if the ghost of his length sparks an insatiable heat between your legs.

“JK.” You grumble against his lips as he moves his attention to kissing your neck, sucking the skin shamelessly without fear of leaving marks from his rough treatment. Your mind swirls from his attention, leaving you grasping at his hair and bare torso, the flex of his muscle deliciously reminding you of what it feels like to have him strain above you.

Jungkook releases your neck from his affection, trailing his lips down to the collar of his shirt before lifting off your skin to find your eyes. “I knew this would look better on you.” He comments as his teeth snap against the collar, tugging the fabric down to expose more of your neck as he sits up on his shins before moving to pin your arms down by your head.

All you can do is await his treatment, finding yourself trapped as he hovers his lips over various parts of your body, teasing you as you struggle beneath him. “Let me touch you…please.” You plea, your hands desperate to paw at him, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you once again.

“Don’t move.” He threatens, leaning forward to hover his face just above yours. You feel the pressure of his stare as he communicates his serious command, releasing his grip on your wrist to move his attention to your panties. You can feel his fingers claw against the waistband as you move your arms to grab at him. Before Jungkook can slide the fabric down your legs, he moves to pin your arms back towards your head, a low warning growl reverberating from his chest as he leans forward to press his forehead against yours. “I said…don’t move.” A shudder rakes through your body as you gulp back your arousal and stubbornness, fighting a smile as Jungkook smoothly slides the undergarments from around your waist.

Buzz

As he goes to pull his boxers down, you hear a loud series of vibrations coming from the comforter beside you, noticing the illumination of Jungkook’s phone screen. From your position, you can only make out that it’s a phone call coming from a number that wasn’t saved in his phone. To your surprise, Jungkook doesn’t care about the device one bit as he turns his attention back onto you, grabbing your hips as he pulls your body to slide against the sheets to be closer to him.

Once both undergarments have been tossed to the side, you feel Jungkook slide his hands up your body beneath the fabric of his shirt as he boldly sticks his head underneath the fabric to press kisses along your torso. You’re left practically squirming to touch him as you watch his head disappear beneath the shirt, obscuring your vision, leaving you blind to his actions as you feel his lips travel lower and lower down your abdomen.

Just as Jungkook reaches your love handles, you let out a squeak from the ticklish sensation of his teeth grazing your skin as he places a few love bites against the fleshy part of your hips. You let your eyes roll back as you melt further into the sheets, the cool sensation of them doing little to tame the inferno igniting across your limbs.

Buzz

Your moment of bliss is once again interrupted by the repetitive buzzing of Jungkook’s cell phone, your eyes searching for his as you wonder if this time he’ll stop and take the call. “JK?” When he doesn’t listen to you, you push up on your elbows, pressing your thighs together to get his attention. “JK.”

“Y/n!” He groans, crawling back out from beneath your shirt as he climbs his way back over your body, stopping only when his face is just above yours. “Stop interrupting me.” He threatens once again, his eyes dark and wild with agitation.

Buzz

Buzz

As a few more vibrations come through the phone, Jungkook finally decides to pay attention to his device as he reaches across you to grab it from the corner of the bed. You watch him in curiosity before noticing his eyes widen, a look of complete shock and horror invading his face. “Shit.” He curses under his breath, studying the screen for another moment before rolling off of you and standing up as he quickly types away, responding to someone.

“Everything okay?” Your tone can’t help but expose your worry as you quickly sit up, watching Jungkook put his phone down as he turns to quickly retrieve clothes from his closet.

“Yeah, It’s fine,” Jungkook speaks half-heartedly as he quickly turns on the shower, letting the water run to get hot as he collects everything he might need for the day. “Y/n, I’m so sorry. I have to go.”

His words throw you for a loop as you sit perched on his bed, your legs crossed and your hands tucked between them. “What?” You watch him carefully, noticing him grab everyday clothes versus his work uniform, so clearly he wasn’t late for work.

“I forgot I had plans…” He starts to explain, setting everything down on the bathroom counter as you hear another vibration from beside you. You glance down at the screen, noticing the same number on the incoming text message. “I have to go.”

I look forward to seeing you again.

Your heart sinks to your stomach from the incoming message, your mind suddenly spirals with insecurities. Who the hell was messaging him and who did he have plans with? You feel your frustration bubbling in your stomach as you desperately try to collect yourself while also crawling out of his bed to pull off his shirt and put your clothes back on. “Right now?”

Jungkook moves toward you as you question his sudden urgency, and offers you an apologetic smile. “Yes.” Before helping grab your purse and belongings, he stops you in your tracks, pulling you closer to him to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “Yesterday was amazing”, He admits, smiling his famous bunny smile as his cheeks swell against his eyes. “I’ll talk to you soon?” He offers, his eyes searching your stare to make sure you are okay before escorting you to his door.

“Yeah.” Your voice is soft as you take steps toward his door, still trying to process everything. “Thank you again, for everything.” You add, making sure to cover your bases given he paid for everything on your date, not to mention sparing a few beers to share with you for a nightcap.

Jungkook grins as he opens the front door, unlocking the mechanism before offering you another apologetic glance for having you leave so suddenly. You comply, stepping out into the hallway as you pull your keys from your purse. “My pleasure, Princess.” Jungkook’s voice is low as if a purr as you exchange a few glances of admiration.

Your worry is suddenly completely annihilated as he bites his bottom lip, leaning into his door frame to watch you walk away to the door directly beside his. “You owe me.” You tease, narrowing your eyes as your point your keys at him accusingly.

Instead of retaliating, his eyes darken as if he’s happy to provide such compensation. “Oh, you couldn’t handle what I have in store for you later.” He licks his bottom lip lecherously as a heat stirs within you, your legs trembling from the implication. Before you can respond, he remembers that the shower is going and points back into his apartment, offering that same regretful stare. “I have to go. See you later.”

With that, you watch him disappear behind his door, leaving you to your thoughts as you step into your apartment that hasn’t been inhabited all night. You switch on the light, placing your belongings on the counter as you take another moment to process the recent events. While you felt a little better about the situation, you still couldn’t help but wonder why Jungkook needed to run off so quickly. You let out a sigh, settling for the numerous thoughts of what he could possibly be up to now.

—

After your thrilling date with Jungkook, you utilize your day off to accomplish all of your tedious weekly tasks. You took the time to venture off to the grocery store, restocking your refrigerator and pantry before turning your attention to paying all of your bills. You expected to hear from Jungkook at some point throughout the day but became disheartened as more and more of the day dragged on without a single text. The day wasn’t over for you as you began cleaning the entirety of your apartment, finishing with your laundry.

As the evening settled, you found yourself sitting on the edge of your bed as you plucked various pieces of clothing from the laundry basket beside you, folding each item carefully before forming piles across the top of your duvet. Your television displayed your favorite series as the episodes looped automatically, creating the perfect background noise as you continue your task.

You glance over at your phone resting beside your thigh, chewing the inside of your cheek as you tap the screen in hopes of seeing the name asshole with a text message on your display. Your heart sinks in your stomach at the realization that he still hasn’t reached out, leaving you to ponder back to the way your morning with him abruptly ended.

I look forward to seeing you again.

The text message you witnessed on his phone haunts your subconscious as you desperately try not to think back on the trauma from your past. Your efforts are to no avail as memories of your ex flood your mind, leaving you with recollections of the moment you discovered he was unfaithful. Thankfully, you and Jungkook aren’t in a relationship, honestly you just went on one amazing date. Surely he wouldn’t be dating more than one woman at a time, right?

You shake your head of your thoughts as you finish folding the last pieces of your laundry, plucking a pile from the bed as you stand to venture toward the dresser to arrange them in their proper drawer. As you approach the piece of furniture tucked against the bedroom wall that you share with Jungkook, you hear his laughter echoing through the drywall, discovering he is also currently in his bedroom. As you put away the clothes, you decide to reach out to him first, contemplating giving him a hard time and telling him to be quiet since his boisterous energy could be heard from your apartment.

You smile at thoughts of his possible response, pushing the top drawer shut before turning to walk back toward your phone. You stop dead in your tracks as another voice resonates from beyond the wall, this time resembling a much higher pitch, clearly the voice of a woman. You feel as if a freight train just rammed into you as you pause in your steps, moving back toward the wall before pressing the shell of your ear to the surface. Your fears are confirmed as you make out the muffled voices of both Jungkook and another female. No wonder he hasn’t messaged you all day, he was too busy with his plans.

“Fucking asshole.” You hiss under your breath, assuming the worse as you turn your attention back onto to chore. You feel anger bubbling within you as you swiftly finish off the laundry, leaving your bedroom toward your kitchen, and seeking out one of the fruity rum beverages in your refrigerator. You huff in annoyance as you open the door, grabbing the chilled bottle before grabbing a tea towel to help gain leverage on the bottle cap as you twist it off.

It doesn’t take long for you to drink half of the bottle, thankful for the burn of the alcohol as you hear your text tone go off from the other room. You contemplate whether or not you should rush over to check if it’s from Jungkook. As you deliberate, you hear voices from outside your door as the hallway only elevates the sound of their conversation. You take a few steps closer, making out Jungkook’s voice as well as shuffled footsteps of more than one person.

“I’ll text you after work.” You hear Jungkook say, as the footsteps become more distant, not hearing anyone’s voice in response to his words.

You grumble under your breath as you tip your rum bottle back to your lips, taking another swig of the sweet liquor. You finally decide to return to your room, letting your body fall into your plush mattress as you set your bottle down on your nightstand. You curl up to one of your pillows as you finally seek out your phone, noticing Roxanne’s contact appear on the screen.

It’s an immediate wave of disappointment once you realize it indeed wasn’t Jungkook reaching out to you, leaving you with more suspense and curiosity about the situation. You let your head fall back on your pillow with a groan, hoping an evening of rest would help bring clarity to this conflicting situation.

—

The following day, you endure another dreadful day at work as you mindlessly go through the motions, desperately trying not to think about Jungkook. Once you’ve returned home, you ponder if you’ll run into your unruly neighbor, your bitterness returning towards him. You haven’t heard from him since yesterday morning, feeling completely overwhelmed by the sudden whirlwind that has knocked you off of your feet. You knew he worked the night shift and that you should probably give him the benefit of the doubt, however, all the evidence pointed to some questionable activity.

You glance at yourself in the mirror as you observe your figure, nitpicking the way your leggings accentuate your hips and your tank top exposes your form. You let your features scrunch in frustration as you let out a groan of irritation, hoping that a trip to the gym would help relieve some stress given you haven’t gone since your dynamic with Jungkook shifted.

As you walk past your kitchen, you grab your phone and keys from the counter, tossing them into your gym bag as you move to snag your bottle from beside the refrigerator. You toss it carelessly into your bag as you exit into the hallway, your eyes instinctually shifting toward Jungkook’s door despite your fizzing rage. You feel yourself pout as you fight off a whimper, angry that you care so much about what this man is up to. Just a few weeks ago you wanted nothing to do with him, and now the thought of him possibly being interested in anyone else has you practically ripping at the seams.

You finally rip your stare away from the empty threshold of his apartment, slugging your way to the elevator as you fight the teetering of your emotions dangling you from the cliffs of your rationality. As you wait for the elevator to reach your floor, you grasp the small compartment containing your AirPods as you take one, and shove it into your ears, desperate to distract yourself with your favorite playlist.

You tug your phone from your bag as you pop your case back in, scrolling to your Spotify as you tap your gym bops playlist to get your adrenaline pumping. As the elevator tone is hardly audible in your available ear, you watch the doors open, subconsciously holding your breath as if expecting to see Jungkook on the other side.

The empty elevator cart reminds you of just how silly you’re being, becoming annoyed with yourself for being so eager to possibly run into Jungkook. It’s a painful reminder of just how into him you’ve become, which only adds to your crippling anger.

The ride down to the lobby is quick as you focus on a Chase Atlantic song blaring in your eardrum. You strut down the long hallway toward the gym as you feel yourself suddenly becoming eager to run on the treadmill.

As you pass the floor-length windows looking into the gym, you turn to enter the large space only to find you are not alone. You spot a man with familiar features, his lip piercing and distinct tattoos catching your eye as his muscles flex beneath his muscle top. His body looks amazing with the glisten of sweat and the exposed limbs, however, it doesn’t draw your attention as much as his hair. You notice Jungkook’s long overgrown mullet is now more evenly chopped, his hair still long and hanging just above his eyes, yet the drenched strands seem far shorter than you’re used to.

Jungkook’s face is scrunched together as his jaw tenses with each pull of the row machine, the strain of his features evident as he catches sight of you in the mirrors beside him. He lets the row machine retract back to its dormant state as he stands from his position, offering you an excited smile.

“Princess! What a surprise.” He beams as your irritation finally bubbles over from seeing him in person since everything that’s transpired after your date. You offer him a deadly glare, watching his glee turn into utter confusion as you storm toward the floor mat in the far corner of the space. You let your bag drop from your shoulder as you pluck your water bottle from its confinements, taking a swig of water to cool yourself off.

As you adjust yourself on the mat to begin stretching, you notice Jungkook grab a small towel that was draped against the rowing machine, wiping his face to soak up his sweat. “What’s got your panties in a twist?” He snarls in your direction, unamused by your less-than-civil greeting. You try to ignore him, bending forward to stretch the muscles in your legs as you lunge from side to side.

Jungkook takes your attitude as a challenge, stalking toward you as he finds your gaze. “Being a brat, are we?” He continues, poking your inner bear as you helplessly try to avoid snapping at him. You take a deep breath, removing your earbud before reaching for your case in the side pocket of your gym bag.

“Being an ass?” You argue back, offering him a sarcastic grin as you watch his eyes darken from your sudden hostility.

You stand to meet his stare, grabbing your water bottle as you gently twist open the top to take another sip. Jungkook presses his tongue on the inside of his cheek, visibly restraining himself from chewing into your bad manners. “What the fuck is your problem today?” His voice is sharp, sending an instant chill down your spine. Your reaction causes Jungkook’s demeanor to soften, glad to see you’re still most submissive under his treatment. “Need me to put you in your place again?” He teases, raising a brow salaciously as you smack your lips in irritation.

“No, you’ve been far too busy for that.” You bitterly retaliate as you watch his face blanch in confusion. Your patience has run its course as you angrily step toward him, pushing your palms into his chest as the tight band of your anger finally snaps. “I heard you and your guest yesterday.” You seeth, remembering the moment you realized Jungkook was with another woman the night prior.

Jungkook was still visibly processing your accusation as you push past him. Jungkook turns to grab your arm gently, twirling you back in his direction as he tries to prevent you from storming out on him. “What are you talking about?”

“I heard you with some girl.” Your voice explodes as you snatch your arm away from him. “And you have the nerve to ask me out again. I’m not looking to fuck around, JK.” Your voice cracks as you fight off your building trauma, all the distrusting memories from your ex resurfacing in your heart.

Jungkook’s eyes illuminate by the revelation of your words, finally connecting your accusations to his activities from the previous day. His features soften as he reaches back out toward you, trying to reassure you that your insecurities are misled. “Y/n, let me explain.”

Your jaw tightens as you feel yourself wanting to hear him out, turning rapidly on your heel to avoid the conversation as you quickly make your way out of the gym. You need some fresh air, feeling yourself swirl with emotions as you bulldoze your way outside as the cool evening air hits your skin. The pool patio is barren, and residents are clearly not utilizing the space since the sunset. There is still small traces of color swirling into the dark sky as twilight slowly disappears.

The calm reflections of the water reflecting against the Edison bulbs strung across the patio leaves you sighing away your agitation, desperately grasping to whatever tranquil surroundings could prevent you from storming back in to give Jungkook an earful. The luminescent glow of the pool from its interior lighting only aids in casting a peaceful serenity that is soon disturbed by a hand grabbing your shoulder to spin you around.

You’re met with Jungkook’s annoyed snarl, his jaw tense as he offers you one last opportunity to let him explain. “Stop being a fucking brat and listen for a minute.” He growls which only spurs your annoyance, pulling away from him to keep walking away.

Suddenly, your feet lift off the ground as Jungkook’s fingers grip your waist, lugging you over his shoulder as he starts walking toward the edge of the pool. You gasp in protest, smacking your hands against his back as he effortlessly tosses you into the chilly water, your attire becoming drenched the minute you hit the surface. Your lungs fill with the chlorinated water, leaving you completely puzzled that Jungkook would dare throw you in the pool after everything.

Your head breaks the surface as you cough up the water that surged toward your lungs, offering him a death stare as your hair clings to your head. “Fuck you, JK.” You seeth, brushing your hands over your face to clear your hair from your field of view.

“You looked like you needed to cool off.” He offers with a shrug of his shoulders, a smug smirk tugging at his mouth as he leans down to crouch by the edge of the pool. “Finished being a bitch?” He tilts his head with his inquiry, causing you to groan from his persistence as you smack your hands down against the surface of the water, admitting your defeat.

“I’m not a bitch.” You snap, crossing your arms in front of your chest as your eyes drop from his view, refusing to make eye contact with him. Jungkook doesn’t take your gesture lightly, becoming increasingly agitated by your attitude, standing to remove his shoes before crouching back down and placing a palm against the ground, twisting his body as he jumps into the water with a splash.

Your eyes widen from his actions, surprised to see him jump in after you as he takes long purposeful strokes toward you as he pushes his way against the pressure of the water. You hesitate, wondering if you should back up or swim away. Before you can even make up your mind, Jungkook has his arm wrapped around your waist as he aggressively pulls you into him, crashing his lips against yours to silence whatever protest you may have.

At first, you push your hands against his chest to create distance between you, but his strength is overpowering, keeping you pinned to him as his infectious kiss slowly melts your struggle as you accept his invasive affection. Before you know it, his tongue is breaking the barrier of your lips as he begins passionately making out with you, successfully extracting a moan from your vocal cords as you feel his toned muscles beneath his soaked clothes.

You gasp for air as he finally releases you from his treatment, causing your head to spin more than it previously was. Within seconds, Jungkook’s hand latches around your chin, forcing you to look at him as he presses his forehead against yours. “Listen very carefully.” His voice is threatening, paired with the same intensity as you muster up the courage to stare into his eyes that are sternly piercing into you. “I don’t know what you think happened, but I was with Taehyung and his sister.” He explains, his voice sharp with intent as you process his words.

“But you…” Before you can speak, Jungkook tightens his grip on your jaw just enough to remind you to listen but not enough to cause you pain.

“I was late to the airport. I was supposed to go with Taehyung to pick her up.” He proceeds to explain as your cheeks ignite in embarrassment. “The woman you heard in my apartment yesterday, that was her.” Jungkook narrows his eyes at you, slightly amused to find that you were so jealous at the thought of him flirting with another woman. “And since you jumped to conclusions like a complete psychopath…” He releases your jaw, moving his hands to your waist to keep warm from the contact of your body pressed against his. “You should know Taehyung was also at my apartment, or did you fail to eavesdrop long enough to hear his voice too?”

Your face practically goes white at his confession, realizing that your paranoia and jealousy created a monster that jumped to conclusions, assuming Jungkook was nothing more than just another player. “JK…I’m sorry.” Your voice is barely audible as you hang your head in shame. “I shouldn’t have…”

Jungkook releases his hold on your waist, swimming a few inches away from you before dunking his head underneath the water, brushing his own hair out of his face as he slicks the damp strands back. You can’t help but ogle at his appearance, his drenched body deliciously displayed beneath the wet fabric of his white muscle top. The glow of the pool flatters his features, causing you immense regret as you realize that you falsely accused a genuinely good guy.

You turn away from him, feeling a slight shiver as you hug your arms around yourself, unable to process words to express your guilt. Thankfully, Jungkook finds the situation more amusing than upsetting as he swims back up to you, twisting your body to face his as he leans in to press another endearing kiss to your lips. “You were that jealous, huh?” He beams, his eyes wide as they glimmer with amusement.

There is something about the cocky grin on his face that infuriates you, but the truth behind the last few days seems to wash it all away as you happily accept his attention. “I didn’t know what to think” You admit, knowing your past relationship didn’t help your thoughts on the matter.

Jungkook chuckles as he pulls you into him, dropping his hand to your ass as he uses the weightlessness of the water to effortlessly guide your legs around his waist. “What do you think I think about all day? You really believe I don’t think about your ass and tits every chance I get?”

Your face flushes a deep shade of crimson as he compliments your physique in a manner that has your legs tightening around him. “Princess, I don’t plan on seeing anyone else.” His words seal your fate as you pull his lips onto yours, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting yourself indulge in another passionate kiss as you admit your undeniable feelings for Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook gently sways you both in the water as your kiss deepens, passionately making out with him as he fights off an erection. You grip your hands around the strands of hair closest to his neck, sighing at the realization that it’s now shorter for you to grab. “You cut your hair?” You pull away from his lips, taking in his new appearance as you realize his hair isn’t that much shorter, but it’s definitely more uniform and less choppy. You can hardly call it an overgrown mullet anymore.

“Yeah.” He smiles, pressing kisses into your jaw as he moves back to capture your bottom lip between his teeth. “It was annoying me, so I cut some off.”

You purr as you twirl your fingers around one of the strands, grinning as you pull away from him, watching him chase after you. “You’re still handsome.” You admit, watching his eyes sparkle from your compliment.

“And you’re still a brat.” He adds, giving you a questioning glare as you shrink beneath his stare. Typically you’d retaliate, but given that you falsely accused him of fucking around with another woman, you figure you’ll let him get away with it, just this once.

“You still like me.” You gauge his response, watching his eyes darken as he moves slowly around the pool with you latched around him.

He offers you a serious gaze, smiling ever so slightly as he processes his words. “I do.” His voice is soft, instantly causing your stomach to flutter with butterflies at his confession. “It’ll be the death of me though.”

“Ha, Ha.” Your sarcastic tone has Jungkook lifting you up to sit against the edge of the pool, nestling himself between your thighs as he silences you with another kiss. You smile against his lips, letting yourself drown in the comfort of his affection as you both breathe a sigh of relief.

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So for the Top Gun Songfic Fest I originally wrote like 10k words of pure whump until I realized not only was it not finished, but it wouldn't fit into the 5k word limit, so I had to write something new. This is a snippet from the original whump fest, trigger warnings for what initially appears to be a suicide attempt, but actually isn't.

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When Ron pulled up to Pete’s house, the driveway was empty. Tom’s car was gone, and Goose’s old Bronco, that Pete had been taking care of for Bradley to drive when he was older, lived in the garage with Pete’s bike. The house was dark, which was to be expected at two in the morning, but when Ron knocked, there was no response. He knocked again, harder this time, hoping that he would see Pete hurrying down the hall, exhausted and pissed at him for being woken at such a late hour, but Pete didn’t come. Ron fumbled with his keys.

He found the key to the house after only a moment, given to him for emergencies, but Ron had taken to carrying it with his own when Tom had left for Virginia. He was supposed to only be gone for three weeks, but three had turned into five a couple days ago and Ron felt himself wearing thinner and thinner with every moment Tom was gone. Pete was unraveling and struggling to hide it, but Ron could see through him. He fumbled with the locks, then pushed open the door.

“Pete?” He called inside, his voice raised. He shut the door behind him and locked it again, pausing to listen to the house around him, hardly daring to breathe. A choked, gasping sob met his ears, a weak cry sounding just after. They were both muffled, far away from Ron, sounding through doors and thin walls. “Pete?”

He rushed deeper into the house, his hand on the wall, he navigated the darkness with wide eyes, rushing towards the master bedroom at the back of the house. The bed was empty when he made it inside, the blankets askew like Pete had rushed from them in a hurry. Inside, he could hear Pete gasping, wheezing around sobs and soft cries of pain. The bathroom door was open and Ron practically ran for it. 

He flipped on the light as soon as he entered and his stomach plunged down to his toes, terror flooding him so fast he almost felt nauseous. On the bathroom counter was an orange bottle of prescription medication, the cap missing, the contents spilled out over the counter. There was vomit in the toilet, the acid stench filling the bathroom air. The little trash can had been knocked over, the floor mats askew and curled on the tiles, laying on his side and clutching his leg as he sobbed, was Pete Mitchell.

“Oh my god.” The words rushed out of Ron’s mouth. For a moment, he was paralyzed and still, then he lunged forward, snatching the bottle from the counter and throwing himself down at Pete’s side. Ron reached out to grab Pete’s shoulder and his friend flinched so hard he hit his head into the shower door behind him. Ron hardly noticed in his panic.

He held the empty bottle in front of Pete, gripping his shoulder tight. His hands were shaking.

“Pete, Pete, tell me you didn’t take these.” He felt like he was pleading, his mind rioting through scenarios. He needed to call an ambulance, get Pete to the hospital before the medication could kill him, he needed to call Tom, he needed to— “Tell me you didn’t—”

But Pete said nothing, his eyes shut tight against the light, his hands still wrapped around his thigh on either side of the gash on his leg, the wound in its last stages of healing.

“Pete, look at me.” His voice came out like a demand, a little shake of Pete’s shoulder and another sob broke out of Pete’s chest. Ron watched him curl in on himself even further. “Did you take—”

“I didn’t take them!” Pete cut him off, his voice a high cry, muffled as he shoved his head into his knees, his bare shoulders shaking under his sobs. “I didn’t—”

“Okay,” he breathed, “okay, I’m sorry.” He loosened his grip on Pete’s shoulder, his panic suddenly releasing the vice grip it had on his lungs. Still, Ron felt it simmering in his veins, and he didn’t let go of Pete’s shoulder.

Dressed only in boxers, there were goosebumps on Pete’s skin, and Ron watched as he shook and sobbed. Ron watched him shift, drawing his left knee to his chest and wrapping his arms around his leg so tight his muscles flexed. Ron ran his hand over Pete’s back, reaching up to hold the back of his head, letting his fingers slip into Pete’s hair. Tears forced themselves out of Pete’s eyes and Ron felt his throat tighten, watching him choke down a gasp.

Ron turned over the bottle in his hand, reading the label. Prescription pain medication, he realized, likely prescribed to Pete for the injury he was hugging now, the deep gash in his thigh that nearly had him bleed out in Ron’s arms a little more than a month ago.

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Hi @tdutchartist! And Merry Christmas! I was your @gtavfest secret santa <3

I had so much fun writing this inspired by your celebration prompt! I hope you like it!

Title: Sneaking Beers

Words: 3,870

Ship: Michael x Trevor (My first time writing Trikey! I love reading it but have never been confident in my ability to write it, so I hope you enjoy!)

Summary: The boys go out for one (definitely only one) drink to celebrate a successful job. Drunkenness ensues.

No one had turned the lights on in the motel room. And as the sun had sunk, it found the windows – rosy, prying fingers of light forced through cracks – and painted the walls a sultry orange. But no one was there to witness the warm golden hour and it quickly faded to gloom. And no one turned on the lights

So that it was sitting dark; slipped into night without any acknowledgment of the march of time. No recognition of the day that had passed for all the – no doubt – innumerable creatures who inhabited the economical room. The rats in the walls; the cockroaches beneath the bath; the microbes growing between the sheets. This last should certainly have been afforded some kind of celebration for seeing in a new sunset. Given how short their lives were.

But what no one tells you, is that the question – you know the one. The one that goes If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is around to hear it. You know. That one?

Yeah.

That question is only important, or even interesting, because we assume the no one – the one who isn’t around to hear – must be human.

No one cares, or thinks about, empty motel rooms.

There must be people in them to make them interesting. To make a story.

So, let’s add some.

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This is not an empty motel room.

This is an emphatically not empty storage lock up.

Not empty because it contains a car. And not empty because that car contains three dark clad figures.

Their faces are covered by masks – ridiculous, plastic clown masks – and they sit in the car, in the dark. They are listening to sirens outside.

Muffled by the shuttered door of the lockup, the sirens nonetheless grow louder. And louder still.

And then, once more, louder.

Then they receded.

A breath was released. Not by any of the figures in the car. No, they were far too experienced by now to hold their breath for the LSPD. They released no puff of relieved air when the patrol cars fled past without a care in the world.

By the universe then. The breath released.

As though the universe gave a shit.

Or at least, it never had before to the man who climbed out of the motionless vehicle first, yanking off the claustrophobic mask first and tossing it in the back seat. It hit the man sitting there who made a wordless noise of disapproval. Michael De Santa, nee Townley, pulled his phone from his pocket as he levered himself out of the passenger side seat. He squinted in the blinding blue light, and it took a moment for him to find the number. It rang only a couple of times.

‘Hey, Lest,’ he said into the hand piece, keeping his back to the car. ‘Yeah, we got it. Pretty easy actually. Maybe too easy. Ground forces seem to have lost us, but you mind checking they don’t got a bird in the area before we come out of here with our asses hanging out?’

A pause and then Michael said, ‘Okay. Thanks.’

He turned back to find his two accomplices had emerged from the car as well. Franklin was leaning with his arms folded on the roof – he’d taken his mask off too. The third had left his on.

Michael found the plastic eyes – with the dark holes cut out for sight – disconcerting. He looked instead at Franklin. ‘So?’ the younger man asked. ‘We good?’

Michael shrugged before saying, ‘Apparently. No more units in the area and Lester said-’

The rest of his sentence was drowned out by a whoop that filled the confined space of the garage. The third man finally ripped off the mask and Michael didn’t think what lay beneath was any easier to look at.

The lock up was hot in the early evening sun, but it was more than just that which drew the sweat from Trevor’s brow. Beneath the heavy structure, eyes glinted. Deceptively keen, deceptively clever eyes. But the grin the spread across his face, that showed all his teeth, was genuine – as much as it was chemically fuelled. Natural and synthetic.

Adrenalin and speed.

‘Lester said,’ Michael repeated loudly, avoiding looking too long at his old running buddy, ‘we should be good to leave the stuff here. Someone will come by and pick it up and we’ll get paid once it’s been verified.’

‘And we got a guarantee on that?’ Franklin asked, eyes narrowed. ‘Like, it’s for definite.’

‘What are you expecting, kid? A pro forma? Guy said he’d pay us on delivery. We gotta take him at his word.’

Trevor scoffed loudly. ‘And we all know what a man’s word means to you, Mikey.’

 This earned him a look – albeit short lived. ‘For now,’ Michael continued doggedly, ‘let’s all go home; keep quiet; and see what happens.’

Franklin nodded, but Trevor was blocking the exit. ‘Oooooor,’ he drawled, placing his feet wide and raising his hands to point at them. ‘We could not be total fucking pussies. Go out. Get a few drinks.’ His movements became more energetic as he spoke, more erratic. ‘Fucking celebrate, man! We’ve done a good, long day’s work here. Least we can do is get some beers in.’

Michael looked doubtful, but Franklin was already nodding. ‘Sure, dog. I could use a fucking drink.’

‘Alright!’ Trevor’s hands clapped together – the sound echoed off the wall. ‘Mikey? Come on, sugartits. You owe me a drink.’

‘I don’t know, T. Amanda is-’

‘Fuck Amanda!’

‘Watch it, T.’ The look Michael gave him was dangerous, but at least he was looking at him.

Trevor’s smile grew.

‘Come on,’ he wheedled. ‘One fucking drink. Just to toast our success. Come on. One.’

---

Six, Michael thought, looking down at the heavy-bottomed glass on the table. It shifted before his eyes, splashing amber liquid. No. Seven?

And Michael was laughing. Genuinely, belly-clutching, wiping tears away, laughing. Laughing like he hadn’t in years.

Because Trevor was telling stories.

There were many things about Trevor that were utterly clear to the naked human eye. Many aspects of his personality that made themselves known to even the most obtuse observer. That he hadn’t bathed in a number of months; that some substance stronger than caffeine was fuelling him; that he was dangerous.

But as clear as all these things were, there was still – even Michael must admit – much about him that was unexpected. And one of these hidden attributes, one that was making itself known tonight, was that he was a great storyteller.

‘So the guy – headless chicken in hand – looks at Michael. And Michael’s walking like he’s just shit his pants with all this cash stuffed down the back of his jeans.’ Pausing, Trevor pointed a finger at Franklin, and said, ‘Now, if there'd been a dye pack in this take, that'd’ve been quite a show.’

‘Man, fuck you,’ Franklin said, but he was laughing too.

‘I don’t know how we'd have explained that one.’

Trevor’s eyes slipped to Michael, who shrugged and suggested, ‘Explosive diarrhoea.’

‘Always did say you were full of shit, Mike. But, as it was, we never even got that far. Because before we could even ask if he had a phone we could use, he turns to us and goes-' Trevor’s voice ratcheted up an octave, taking on an exaggerated yokel twang that was completely out of character with where the story was actually set ‘- Hold on just one gosh-darn minute! I know you fel- Bang!’

The table shuddered, ice clinking in glass, as Trevor drove his fist into the surface.

‘Mikey shoots the poor old guy. Straight through the fucking chicken in his hands. Chest cavity explodes. Blood and fucking feathers everywhere!’

Not laughing any more, Franklin looked at Michael, sitting in the booth beside him. Michael shrugged again.

He knew the ending to this story.

‘Then, this man,’ Trevor continued, indicating Michael once more. ‘This man, who has just mowed down droves of pigs; who has just massacred some poor, innocent old farmer. This man steps up to the body, looks down at the gory sight, and says-'

Trevor stopped, hands held out to Michael like a showman presenting his finest act. Looking down at his drink and unable to hide the wry smile creeping across his face, Michael concluded the tale.

‘Poor chicken.’

Trevor was the only one who laughed. Head thrown back and loud enough that, even in the crowded bar, he drew some irritated looks. It was the type of place that, ten years ago, would have been considered a dive. But after a celebrity was spotted slumming it and trying to pass for a normal human being, it had experienced a brief period of trendiness – during which it had exchanged its real grit for the faux stuff. The kind that made you feel like you were somewhere with an edge, while you rubbed elbows almost exclusively with finance bros.

And though the celebrities had long since moved on to other, harder to find spots, their pictures still adorned the walls amidst the store-bought, easily consumed knickknacks of Vinewood glitz and glamour. The bar desperately clinging to their five minutes in the sun. That they had allowed Trevor on the premises was a sign that things were returning to the natural equilibrium though. Already Michael could see the nervousness settling in. Young men in suits looking uncomfortable as their favourite dive bar became just a little too realistically gritty.

Though, Michael was perhaps being unfair on them. After all, Trevor was too gritty for most people.

Grit ingrained so deep within the pores of his skin it would never come off.

‘Yo,’ Franklin said. ‘For real?’ He was looking at Michael with a perturbation he hadn’t in a long while.

‘Look, kid, it’s not what you think. The guy was a retired cop. He knew me from back in the day. Plus he was a prick. Used to beat the ever-loving shit outta his wife. Everyone knew.’

‘As if you gave a fuck about his wife,’ Trevor barked.

Franklin felt the conversation needed some steering. ‘What happened to the chicken?’

Michael looked to Trevor who shrugged and said, ‘Made a mean pot pie.’

With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Franklin slipped out of the booth and said, ‘Sure, dog. Was the chicken you put in the pie.’

‘What are you implying, Frankie?’

‘I ain’t implying nothin’, man. You may be inferring some shit, but I ain’t implying nothing.’ He gave the older man a look that was entirely innocent. ‘I’mma hit the pool table. You dogs wanna join?’

‘Nah.’ Michael burped. ‘I stand up right now I’m gon’ end up on my ass.’

‘Trevor?’

‘You go ahead, kid. I’m quite comfortable where I am.’

Michael heard Franklin walk away and concentrated on the table in front of him. The wood grain was flowing water – streaming across the surface in a rippled wave. He blinked and realised his excuse to Franklin had been truer than he'd thought.

It took an effort to raise his gaze and he wished he hadn’t. Because it was only to find Trevor’s on him. Those dark eyes that could glint no matter how dull the light was – like they contained it. Like a log in a burned low fire, black and cracked on the outside but still a scintillating, fluid inferno within. They lit a fire beneath Michael’s skin.

And it sparked his temper.

‘The fuck do you want?’ he snapped before he could stop himself.

The slow smile that unfurled across Trevor’s face was triumphant. ‘Nothin’.’

‘Then quit fuckin’ staring, creep.’

Trevor’s brow shot up. His grin was still amused, and it only pricked Michael’s nerves more. ‘Creep?’

‘Oh, fuck off.’

‘Didn’t realise it bothered you so much.’ There was a creak of cheap pleather as Trevor settled further back into his seat. ‘What, I’m not even allowed to look at you anymore?’

‘Not like this, man,’ Michael muttered. His fingers drummed on the table spanning between them, wood still shifting like sand. He could almost feel it beneath his fingertips.

That’s what they had exchanged it for, right?

What he had exchanged it for.

Fucking sand.

Fucking sand and fucking palm trees.

But he could smell snow.

‘You’ve been staring all day. It’s creepy.’

‘Only ‘cause you’ve been avoiding meeting my eye all day.’

Like a string pulled taut between them, Michael’s eyes sprung up and caught on level with Trevor’s. ‘I-‘ There was heat rising from the collar of his shirt. The AC in this stupid, pretentious dive was probably busted. ‘Like hell I have.’

Trevor’s head cocked to one side. He said nothing.

‘I haven’t,’ Michael insisted, though even to him it sounded unconvincing. ‘I-’ The lies melted on his tongue – dissolved in whisky and salt water – leaving only the truth. Still he hesitated over it. Less than honest at the best of times, Michael had always found it even more difficult where Trevor was concerned. So he took a breath before saying, ‘You look weird.’

Whatever Trevor had been expecting, this drew him up short. His brows crashed back down; fresh fuel to the fire. ‘What?’

Michael looked down again, back to the safety of his drink. He raised it to his mouth but didn’t drink yet. ‘I don’t like that you shaved your head,’ he slurred into the glass. His lips felt strange – swollen.

There was a pause and then. ‘I don’t like that you abandoned me for nine years.’

Bleary eyes found Trevor, grown around mournful frustration. ‘Can we hang out for once without you bringing that up?’

Another pause.

Michael didn’t look this time.

He couldn’t imagine a favourable response. But then Trevor said, ‘Sure, Mikey.’

Though he half suspected this to be Trevor’s intention, Michael looked up again nonetheless. But Trevor wasn’t watching him now. Face turned away, he was staring at the table. One elbow resting on the surface, he scratched at the back of his freshly shorn head.

Michael found himself watching the movement closely. The flex of his roughened fingers and the crease of skin stretched thin across bone, revealing every curve and line.

‘After all,’ Trevor continued after a moment. ‘It’s a celebration.’

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The strip club was a mistake.

Two blocks before they arrived at its door, Michael had already realised it was a mistake.

It had seemed like such a good idea when they’d left the bar.

But somewhere in the short walk between the two establishments, Michael had sobered up enough to rethink this decision. Still, he followed Trevor and Franklin inside regardless and – after a number of whiskey shots and a couple of private dances – it was back to being the best damn idea they’d ever had.

After all, like Trevor had said, it was a celebration.

And Michael felt like celebrating.

So much so, that he didn’t even care when – several hours and another, fresher number of whiskey shots later – he was all but carried outside by Trevor.

He didn’t care. No he didn’t care. Not at all.

It’s not like there hadn’t been nights in the past, many in fact, that had ended the exact same way. There was something familiar about it. Even now, nearly a decade later and untold pounds heavier, Trevor’s arm around his torso, strong as an iron beam, kept him up. Familiar. Almost comforting.

Not that he cared.

He didn’t care.

‘Ughhh,’ he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut against the assault of night air. ‘I’m gonna throw up.’

‘Let it all out, bud.’

Michael could feel the words pass from Trevor’s chest to his. ‘Or I’ll shit the bed.’

‘Let it all out.’

‘Ay.’ Franklin’s voice. The kid was still here? Shit. Had he said anything weird? Done anything? He hadn’t- Everything was spinning.

He remembered his eyes were still closed. But opening them didn’t help.

‘He gon’ be good?’ Franklin was asking. ‘He’s pretty drunk-’

‘Yeah, I’m drunk!’ Michael agreed enthusiastically – too loudly. ‘I’m fuckin’ drunk- mm’fuckin’… Bleeeeeh.’

The world heaved and for a terrifying, stomach-lurching moment Michael thought he’d fallen, but it was only Trevor readjusting his hold – pulling Michael’s arm more firmly over his shoulders. ‘He’s fine, kid,’ he assured Franklin easily. ‘I’ve seen him worse. He just needs a bed to sleep it off. I’ll get him home. He’ll be fine.’

Doubt softened Franklin’s voice. ‘Man, you sure?’

‘Trust me.’ Trevor’s was solid as wood. ‘I know him.’

‘I- I know me,’ Michael informed them. He added, in a quieter mumble, ‘I just don’t like me.’

Trevor met Franklin’s pointed look head on and said, ‘Ahh, he’s always saying that!’

And Franklin had to admit that was true. ‘Alright,’ he said, and the word trailed into oblivion. He remembered that he was far from sober himself and suddenly his bed was the most enticing thing he could imagine. And Trevor was sober – well, as sober as T ever got. He’d see them alright.

Right?

But Franklin’s head was spinning too fast now to properly answer that question. With a shake of his head, which he quickly regretted, he waved the two men, alongside his concern, away. ‘Whatever, man,’ he slurred as he stumbled away. ‘I’ll see you next time.’

‘Safe home, kid.’

‘S’f’ome,’ Michael echoed.

And then Michael blinked and Franklin was gone. And they’d teleported several blocks over. And Michael’s head felt like it had a tent peg buried in it. The kind he’d seen fathers teach their sons how to anchor into the ground in movies. Film fathers that took their sons camping. Not like his old man who’d left before teaching him anything approaching useful. Not like his stepfather who had taught him only how to take shit that didn’t belong to him – but never got around to imparting the secret of how to enjoy it.

Not like-

Michael’s feet – half walking, half dragging along the sidewalk – stopped.

Trevor stopped too. He looked over at Michael and their faces were discomfortingly close. ‘What’s up, buddy?’

‘Hey, T?’ Michael’s tongue felt twice its usual size and he had to concentrate on forming the words.

‘Yeah, M?’

‘Did your dad ever take you camping?’ His vision was still blurry, like looking through rippling water, but Michael thought Trevor was frowning.

‘Are you fucking kidding?’

‘Yes… No.’ He laughed through his nose. ‘I always wanted to take Jimmy. But I- I never did. I don’t know why. And now- now…’ He laughed again and, flinging his arms suddenly wide, knocking Trevor away, he gestured in an expansive circle around them. ‘Now, where would I take him? If he was even interested. An alley behind Vinewood Boulevard? A homeless camp under an overpass in Mission Row?’

There was no reply. After a moment, Michael noticed Trevor watching him – not with animosity, but something that might be called thoughtfulness. Michael, swaying on his feet, looked back at him belligerently. ‘What?’ he asked, his voice husky.

He could almost feel the whisky seeping from his pores. Sobriety crept over his limbs, injected by Trevor’s fierce look.

It felt hot. Like morphine in his veins.

‘What are you fucking looking at?’ he snapped.

Trevor stepped forward.

For the first time Michael noticed where they were. The alley was bare and quiet. Gas stains mottled dusty concrete and drains steamed with heavy fug. A half-hearted street light spread a soft glow across the deserted urban landscape. Warm orange light that caught Trevor’s eye.

Michael’s heart stuttered in his chest. He felt lightheaded.

Trevor was close now. And normally that would make Michael nervous. But whether it was the alcohol, or the residual high from pulling off the job, tonight it didn’t. For some reason. Tonight, Michael didn’t step back. Didn’t pull away. Didn’t put space between them.

Still Trevor said nothing. Only looked.

And those eyes – near hidden in the shadow of his heavy brow – were inescapable.

Growing up there had been few restraints in Michael’s life. So long as he didn’t annoy the adults in his life, they couldn’t give a shit what he got up to. So long as they didn’t have to see him, he could pretty much do as he pleased.

There had only been one hard rule.

Never take his stepdad’s beers.

And so, of course, Michael had begun sneaking them at a very early age. And though he could have found other ways to get booze, and though each bottle was a risk of getting the ever-loving shit beat out of him, he kept taking them.

Because it wasn’t about the beer. It wasn’t about getting drunk.

It was about the thrill.

And there and then, in that dingy alley in Los Santos, he felt like that kid again – carefully extracting a glass bottle from an open fridge. Praying that it didn’t clink against the others; or the door didn’t open behind him and his stepdad walk in; or his hitched breathing, deafening to his own ears, give him away.

Michael felt that same thrill now as he reached up and, without looking in those eyes, brushed his fingers against the shorn, bristly stubble on Trevor’s head. He could feel the hot skin, and beneath that thin barrier, his skull.

Heart in his throat and praying the bottles didn’t clink together, Michael asked, ‘Why did you do it?’

Trevor’s voice was low and gruff, and close enough to feel. ‘It was going anyway.’

Michael’s fingers moved, rubbing the strangely soft cranium. Trevor’s face changed, but Michael wasn’t looking to see it.

‘You don’t like it, huh?’

Michael shook his head.

But even he couldn’t be blind to the grin that spread wolfishly across Trevor’s features. ‘Yeah,’ Trevor said softly. ‘You do.’

When Trevor moved it was blurry – fuzzy like a film not quite in focus. And Michael wasn’t sure if – if he’d been sober – he’d have reacted differently. But, confused and cotton-headed, he didn’t draw back. And when Trevor’s mouth crashed onto his it was as teeth. As want and need and heavy desire.

It was as heat and pain. As razors and pleasure.

He didn’t pull away.

He didn’t pull away, he kissed him back.

And the heat and pain and desire and need – it wasn’t all on one side.

In the end it was Trevor who pulled them apart. Only to look – as he had been looking all night – at Michael and, breathless, say, ‘Motel?’

Michael could feel artificially cold air on his cheeks; could smell the contents of a fridge left too long. He nodded.

Bottles clinked.

And Trevor grinned.

‘After all,’ Michael said with his heavy tongue. ‘It is a celebration.’

---

No one had turned the lights on in the motel room. And as the sun had sunk, it found the windows – rosy, prying fingers of light forced through cracks – and painted the walls a sultry orange. But no one was there to witness the warm golden hour and it quickly faded to gloom. And no one turned on the lights

So that it was sitting dark; slipped into night without any acknowledgment of the march of time.

That is, until a key – fumbled in drunken fingers – scraped against the lock.

And the door opened.

[drcyrusbortel]

CyberGwen: Jumpoff Point

Ship: Gwen/Miles Summary: Not every universe has superpowers - but they all have heroes. Prototypical.

The Spider Man franchise is as of time of writing owned by Sony, Disney, and Marvel. This fan-fiction was written for personal amusement. It is set in an alternate historical universe. Divergences in history, technology, and built infrastructure are objects of merriment rather than cause for alarm. Additional artistic liberties are present for narrative purposes. 

=/=

1: "Jumpoff Point"

From her perch atop the vast concrete bulk of the parking garage, Gwen Stacy stared into the night. Behind her, a forest of sodium lamps bathed the NeoSuezmax ships, gantry cranes, and container stacks of the expansive Raritan Bay container terminal complex in an eerie orange glow - and turned the sky above a dull blood red. Before her - perfectly illuminated by light pollution - Staten Island sprawled, a bleak industrial landscape of truck lots, low industrial buildings, and warehouses stretching from the boundaries of the port to the hulking Manchurian War Memorial Parkway. 

“I guess we won’t be needing these, huh?” Beside her, Miles Morales fiddled with the straps on his night vision goggles before flipping them up and away, seemingly satisfied. 

“If you want to accidentally shoot me in the face, sure.” Gwen raised her binoculars, and centered them on their target - a run-down steel-roofed warehouse in a barren lot. 

The lanky Brooklynite shrugged. “Sorry… I mean, I…”

“Control, this is Ghost One. No activity. We are go.” Gwen barked into her microphone. 

A chorus of affirmatives came in over the radio. 

She turned to Miles, who withered under her gaze. “I’m sorry about…”

Gwen winced. I didn’t mean to… “I was kidding, Miles. You’re doing great. Just… keep those goggles on, okay.”

She donned her mask, harnessed her battledress to the rappelling cable, stepped over the ledge, and pushed the release. A dozen stories of concrete carpark flew past before she hit the brakes, landing on the ground with a thud. 

Miles took a deep breath, rubbed his palms, and followed her down, forcing down vomit as he kept his eyes on the ground. 

“A decade of counterinsurgency in Montreal and Buenos Aires and they still haven’t smoothed out that landing.” Miles grouched as they sprinted past rows of trucks and under a cyclone fence. Astride them, a pair of spiders - big Norinco military models twice their height - rolled noiselessly into position atop eight jointed wheels, their turrets bristling with autocannon and grenade launchers. 

Gwen drew her machine-pistol, and shouldered the folding stock. Miles checked his automatic shotgun, loaded to the gills with taser rounds. 

More shapes - rovers, tankettes, and battledress-clad gendarme - emerged from the darkness as they approached the warehouse, and Gwen frowned as the soft whine of an octocopter pierced the night. “Control, move your drones; you’ll wake up half the neighborhood.” 

The rusty chain-link fence fell away where it had been cut earlier, and the warehouse loomed large before them. 

A steel door opened into the night, and a man screamed in alarm before Gwen put a burst through his chest. 

“Peni, cut ‘em loose!”

Streams of grenades, trailing gas, arced across the lot, through windows, and into the aluminum-sided structure as the spiders opened up. 

A flash, a bang, and they were inside. Gwen put bursts into two men in respirators clutching their eyes, while Miles unloaded taser shells into wheezing, retching shapes. A single insurgent in flash goggles raised his muzzle towards Gwen - and exploded in a spray of autocannon fire. More shots rang out as the Agency assault teams fanned out through the warehouse, passing stacks of food and water, three dozen mattresses, and cases full of small arms and ammunition.

“Thanks for the overwatch, Peni.” 

“Anytime, guys. Sorry about the drones.” Peni said. 

 “We live and learn, Peni.” Gwen intoned. “Is this what we thought it was?”

“Well, we have a dozen perps, a cache of small arms, and what looks like a planning space. So far, we’ve gotten facial recognition off two of our prisoners, and yes, they’re both from Quebec. Mostly matches our intelligence on the target.” 

“There are forty cots here; we’re missing almost thirty bad guys.” Gwen observed. 

Miles whistled. “Gwen, check this out!” 

He leaned into a white twelve-meter container, pockmarked with autocannon scars and blackened with soot. “This setup is good. Look, you’ve got your low-field MRI, compact biochem-and-hemat diagnostics suite, general anesthetic support… there’s a whole surgical suite in here.”

“It’s… a mobile medical trailer. The sort they use for emergency response, military field hospitals, and charity cases.” She frowned. Where the heck had they gotten one of those? “Where’s the microbiology kit?” 

Miles inspected the blackened pile of scrap plastic and metal that had once housed a multiplex PCR assay, automated culture panel, and spectrometer. “Autocannon shell maybe?”

Gwen shook her head. “No, look at the scorch marks. They burned this before we got here.” She glanced around the container. “Computer’s gone too.”

“Well, if you were doing plastic surgery to avoid facial recognition software, I’m pretty sure you’d want your medical records pretty thoroughly deleted too.” He looked around the room. “This stuff seems pretty expensive for your run-of-the-mill terrorist.”

“We’ll get forensics to pack everything up. Whatever’s going on, it’s big.” Gwen sighed as she glanced at her watch. “Crap. Subway’ll be closed by the time we’re done with this.”

Miles gulped. “Maybe… you could crash at my place? It’s a straight shot down the highway from here…” 

Gwen tilted her head. 

He took a step back. “Just crash! I have a fold-out sofa-bed for guests! Or I could drive by your place and drop you off!”

Gwen’s expression softened. “Miles, it’s fine. Crashing at your place would be great. I could really use the extra rest.” She gave him a reassuring squeeze. “Thank you.”

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[jmrothwell]

20. “Please tell me that’s fake blood.” + Willex please? :D

It had been a while since the last time Willie had been to any Halloween parties or celebrations that weren’t run by the Club. Partly because most everyone he knew worked at the club, partly because his foster dad always conscripted him to help work the events. 

So he was pretty excited to be walking towards the Molina house. Prepared for a full night of cheesy Halloween movies and handing out candy to kids. A casual night spent with Alex and friends, no expectations from him. 

Well mostly no expectations from him. Julie had asked if he’d be willing to show up earlier in the day to help set up the last of the decorations. Evidently the Molinas liked to set up a sort of mini haunted house experience for the kids. 

Which Willie had to admit looked pretty impressive, even in the mid afternoon light. The whole front yard and house had been transformed and could easily fit into any ghost story. Ray cheerily greeted WIllie and redirected him to the back where the guys were. 

As Willie approached the studio doors he heard loud crashing and shouts from the guys. 

“Shit, I’m sorry Alex.” Reggie’s voice, rising in pitch, was the last clear thing Willie heard as he entered the garage.

He immediately froze at the sight before him. Alex was partially covered in a dark red liquid, dripping from his hair and shirt. A small puddle formed at the drummer’s feet. 

“Please tell me that’s fake blood.” Willie’s voice came out small and strained, having temporarily forgotten how to breathe. 

Alex’s blue eyes locked onto his, and his small eye roll released the tension Willie was holding in his shoulders. “Yeah, at least I hope it all is.” Alex shot a glare up to the small loft where Luke and Reggie were. 

Willie hadn’t even noticed they were up there. Now that he was actually looking around he could see the plastic fake blood container, a large crack running along its side, at Alex’s feet.  He felt a little silly for not seeing it earlier

“I said I was sorry,” Reggie whined, as he precariously leaned over the edge of the railing to look at Alex below him. 

Luke’s feet thundered down the stairs as he ran to the bathroom at the back of the studio cursing the entire way. Which Willie fully understood as he saw the fake blood spill grow and creep towards the rugs. He quickly dashed over and began to kick them out the way, didn’t need to risk them getting stained. 

Once he felt the rugs were safe he turned to face Alex, who was standing like a poorly built scarecrow. Arms raised away from his torso, an uncomfortable grimace written all over his. 

After Luke emerged with a bucket of sudsy water from the bathroom, Willie grabbed one of Alex’s hands. “Come on Hot Dog, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He guided the stiff Alex, as he heard Luke yell at Reggie to help him clean before Julie came out and spotted the mess. Willie got a chuckle out of that, of course they’d worry about Julie’s reaction more than Ray’s.

“I’m sorry to say, I think your shirt is ruined.” Willie gravely spoke as he placed a hand on Alex’s shoulder. He hoped it came across as the teasing he aimed for. 

Alex’s chuckle and small smile told him he succeeded, his own smile splitting his face. A smill that morphed once Alex pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a semi toned chest. Willie realized in that moment that he hadn’t seen Alex shirtless before. 

“Shame, I really liked this one.” Alex mimicked Willie’s earlier grave tone. Then the blonde rolled his shoulders with a grimace as he eyed himself in the mirror. “You think everyone would be ok if I took a quick shower? I’d like to stop feeling so sticky.”

“Oh yeah, totally understandable.” Willie nodded sagely as he shuffled backwards out of the bathroom. His eyes still on shirtless smirking Alex. Willie shot a thumb behind him as he lingered in the doorway, “I’ll go see if Ray has some clothes he can lend you.”

Willie closed the door and turned to see Reggie and Luke had paused in their cleaning efforts. The two of them shooting him knowing, shit-eating grins, which fell at the sound of Julie’s, “What the heck?”

With a quick salute to Julie, Willie fled the studio. Reggie’s explanation of accidentally kicking the container of fake blood onto Alex faded away As Willie ran up the backyard’s stone steps. If the first 10 minutes were anything to go by, this was going to be a really entertaining evening.

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Autumn Prompts

[bestgorillazpoll]

hello gorillaz nation!!

because i have far too much time on my hands, i thought it would be fun to make a poll for gorillaz songs, pitting them against each other in a fight to the death until the one true best gorillaz song emerges victorious.

this poll is made up of 150 songs total, comprised of every song from the main 7 albums, as well as the fall, d-sides, some songs from g-sides, and the various EPs and side songs that have been released throughout the years. it does not, however, include laika come home, or any live or remixed versions of songs already featured on the poll.

this poll will not include a bracket system, because i don't want to. after every round is completed, the remaining songs will be once again sorted into new randomised pairs, to try and make things as fair as possible.

round one will be released in several parts across multiple days, to make things less overwhelming for both myself and all of you. whenever possible, I will include a screenshot of lyrics from both songs on each poll, in case anyone is unfamiliar with the songs and/or their titles.

find the current song matchups below! i'll see you all at the beginning of round one.

5/4 vs. 911

Intro (Demon Days) vs. Hallelujah Money

The Swagga vs. Captain Chicken

Interlude: The Elephant vs. The Joplin Spider

White Light vs. Bill Murray

MLS vs. Out of Body

Spitting out the Demons vs. Simplicity

Pirate Jet vs. Andromeda

Sweepstakes vs. Rock the House

Tomorrow Comes Today vs. Punk

Welcome to the World of the Plastic Beach vs. Revolving Doors

Detroit vs. Humility

Momentary Bliss vs. Strobelite

The Lost Chord vs. Some Kind of Nature

Interlude: New World vs. Momentz

Tranz vs. Phoner to Arizona

Sex Muder Party vs. Last Living Souls

Chalk Tablet Towers vs. The Apprentice

Superfast Jellyfish vs. Fire Coming out of the Monkey's Head

We Got The Power vs. The Sounder

Charger vs. Dirty Harry

M1 A1 vs. Empire Ants

Plastic Beach vs. All Alone

Feel Good Inc vs. Idaho

O Green World vs. Halfway to the Halfway House

Ticker Tape vs. The Tired Influencer

Cracker Island vs. California and the Slipping of the Sun

Silent Running vs. How Far?

Déja Vu vs. Little Pink Plastic Bags

Stop the Dams vs. Let Me Out

Every Planet We Reach Is Dead vs. Controllah

Carnival vs. Possession Island

Ascension vs. Glitter Freeze

Rockit vs. Double Bass

12D3 vs. Désolé

Aries vs. Interlude: The Non-Conformist Oath

68 State vs. The Pink Phantom

The Parish of Space Dust vs. Baby Queen

Submission vs. Interlude: Elevator Going Up

Skinny Ape vs. Dracula

Meanwhile vs. Busted and Blue

Sleeping Powder vs. Kansas

Stylo vs. Magic City

Man Research (Clapper) vs. One Percent

Sorcererz vs. Hip Albatross

Amarillo vs. Kids with Guns

Doncamatic vs. DARE

Hong Kong vs. Highway (Under Construction)

Saturn Barz vs. The Valley of the Pagans

White Flag vs. Slow Country

El Mañana vs. Hollywood

To Binge vs. Interlude: Penthouse

Strange Timez vs. Oil

Jimmy Jimmy vs. Broken

Fire Flies vs. Aspen Forest

Orchestral Intro (Plastic Beach) vs. Tarantula

Friday 13th vs. Sound Check (Gravity)

New Gold vs. Opium

Circle of Friendz vs. We Are Happy Landfill

New Genius (Brother) vs. She's My Collar

Clint Eastwood vs. Re-Hash

The Snake in Dallas vs. Starshine

Murdoc Is God vs. Ghost Train

Demon Days vs. Lake Zurich

People vs. DoYaThing

Bobby in Phoenix vs. November Has Come

Tormenta vs. Garage Palace

Pac-Man vs. 19-2000

Hongkongaton vs. Left Hand Suzuki Method

Shy-Town vs. Cloud of Unknowing

Don't Get Lost in Heaven vs. Seattle Yodel

With Love To An Ex vs. Interlude: Talk Radio

Dead Butterflies vs. Severed Head

Souk Eye vs. Faust

Rhinestone Eyes vs. Crockadillaz

[obstinaterixatrix]

had a dream where me & someone else got arrested (but not by police, by some kind of facility) and I was really pissed off by the concept of paying them to be released that I just broke out by sneaking into a place that had an emergency release latch that would open all the doors in the facility and climbed down the tunnel and stealthed my way to the garage which was swarming with employees but I just jumped down levels until I was out. I think I was supposed to help the other person out too but I just left. then I woke up bc my alarm clock went off so I turned it off and went to sleep and had another dream.

the second dream was me and sister and another group accidentally ending up in an alternate universe (I think it started out as a survivalist thing with a different cast) and it was about us ending up at our estranged aunt’s really big house which she didn’t have in our universe, and our estranged aunt was somehow addie and willie’s sister but also dad was there and it was modern times, but the MOST IMPORTANT part of the dream was me and sister were like ‘wait if this is an alternate universe, what’s the status of wise guys here’ and we looked it up and it actually got a full musical costumes and sets and everything so we were watching clips (one of them had nathan lane holding a real live bird???) (it started peeing on the stage) (another one of them had victor garber singing a song titled ‘sweet arson’ and I was like ‘oh that must be based on sweet madness’ but it was a different song from the musical that was sung by someone else except the lyrics were changed for willie) (also there was an antagonist in the musical? some family rival that helped their sister leave the family) (he gave her coins that let her. rail grind. like putting it on her shoes and hands so she could travel on rails.) (specifically 9 coins???) (also when we mentioned the alternate universe thing she was like ‘oh yeah sometimes certain spaces get weird so we know we have to go by teleporter because otherwise it’ll take a long time and we don’t know where we’d end up’) (the antagonist in the musical had some fire thing, he did a trick where he put fire in the palm of both hands and lit 3 candles. he was missing a finger but I don’t know if that was musical antagonist or irl guy.) ANYWAY I was like okay so what if we just. didn’t go back to our universe. for like a week. I want to go to the theater on film and tape archive to watch this universe’s wise guys and maybe our alternate selves put in the request so we wouldn’t have to request permission we could just go to new york and watch it.

[abdulrimaazuk]

Why Won't Your Garage Door Open? Discover Simple Solutions

Introduction

A malfunctioning garage door can be frustrating and inconvenient. It's essential to understand why your garage door may not be opening properly and explore simple solutions to resolve the issue. This article will discuss common reasons behind a non-functioning garage door and provide easy-to-implement solutions to get your door back on track.

 Power Interruption

 One of the most common reasons your garage door won't open is a power interruption. Ensure that the opener is plugged in and that the circuit breaker or fuse controlling the garage door opener has not tripped. In case of a power outage, use the emergency release cord to disengage the opener and manually open the door. Once power is restored, reconnect the opener and test the door's operation.

 Dead Batteries

 Another simple explanation for a garage door failing to open is dead batteries in the remote control or wall-mounted keypad. Replace the batteries and test if the door functions properly. If the door still doesn't open, ensure that the remote control or keypad is programmed correctly according to the manufacturer's instructions. Reprogramming may be necessary to establish the connection between the opener and the control devices.

 Obstructed Photo Eye

 Garage doors equipped with photo-eye sensors have a safety feature to prevent closure if an object or person is blocking the door's path. If the sensors are dirty or misaligned, they may prevent the door from opening. Inspect the sensors and clean any dirt or debris using a soft cloth. Adjust the sensors to ensure they are facing each other and properly aligned. This simple adjustment often resolves the issue and allows the door to open.

 Broken Springs or Cables

 Faulty or broken springs and cables are common culprits for a non-functioning garage door. If you notice that the door is not opening smoothly or is stuck in one position, it's possible that the springs or cables have snapped or become loose. Due to the high tension involved, repairing or replacing these components should be done by a professional garage door technician. Contact a reliable service provider to assess and fix the issue to avoid potential accidents or further damage to the door.

 Conclusion

 A Garage Door Service that refuses to open can disrupt your daily routine, but many issues have simple solutions. Check for power interruptions, replace dead batteries, ensure proper programming, and inspect and clean photo-eye sensors. However, if you suspect broken springs or cables, it's important to seek professional assistance. Remember to prioritize safety and maintenance to keep your garage door in optimal working condition.

[legendarygaragedoorscalgary]

Garage Door Service in Calgary: Keeping Your Door in Top Shape

We all know how crucial a garage door is in our homes. It not only provides easy access to your car, but it also enhances your home's curb appeal and increases its value. With a dependable and working garage door, we can rest assured that our garage is impenetrable and our property remains a sight in the neighborhood.

However, like any other mechanical device, garage doors require regular maintenance and service to ensure they operate safely and reliably. We fail to continue this practice, especially during the times when we’re comfortably using our garage doors. Little do we know, the lack of maintenance can be one of the causes our doors can age pretty quickly, showing signs of wear and tear earlier than supposed to. In this blog, we’ll discuss the importance of garage door service, what it entails, and the benefits of professional service in Calgary.

Why Garage Door Service Is Important

Often, we may think that the knowledge we have of garage doors is enough to perform maintenance and repair services. But, it is important for us to reiterate that regular garage door service is essential for several reasons. First, it helps keep your door in top working condition, reducing the risk of breakdowns and malfunctions. Professional garage door services perform tune-up services to keep your garage door operating to its highest standards. Second, it ensures that your garage door operates safely, preventing accidents and injuries. Garage door services are accountable of the working environment and the overall result of your garage door repair, which is why you can expect high-quality repair and safe place for your garage door to be fixed or installed.  Third, a garage door service helps extend the life of your garage door, saving you money on repairs and replacement. If you’re tempted to do DIY fixes on your garage door, it’s always better to check the pricing of the professionals first so you can have a better idea of where o invest your money in.

What Garage Door Service Entails

Garage door service involves several important tasks, including:

Visual inspection: A trained technician will visually inspect your garage door for signs of wear and tear, such as cracks, rust, and bent parts. It is necessary for homeowners and garage door owners to observe and inspect their garage doors at least twice a year. This can help quickly identify the problem or possible damage in your garage door.

Lubrication: Moving parts such as rollers, hinges, and springs require regular lubrication to reduce friction and prevent wear. It is important to note that not all types of grease would make a good lubricant for your garage door. Look for a lithium or silicone-based lubricant for a smoother operation and a cleaner garage door.

Balance test: A balance test checks if your garage door is properly balanced and adjusted. An unbalanced door can cause excessive wear and tear on your opener and motor. This can be easily identified by a falling or abruptly opening garage door, even when your garage door opener is disconnected and you’re using in manual mode. 

Safety check: A safety check ensures that your garage door's safety features are working correctly. These features include the auto-reverse function, photoelectric sensors, and emergency release.

Benefits of Professional Garage Door Service

While some garage door maintenance tasks can be done by the homeowner, it's recommended to hire a professional for comprehensive garage door service. Professional garage door technicians usually go through extensive training and experience to provide you the best service you can have despite a key-related issue.  Here are some benefits of hiring a professional garage door service in Calgary:

Expertise: A professional technician has the expertise and knowledge needed to identify potential issues and provide effective solutions. If you’re working with a senior professional or garage door technician, you can be confident that they know what they’re doing and can give you the perfect garage door for your family.

Safety: Garage door service involves working with heavy and dangerous equipment. A professional technician has the necessary tools and safety equipment to avoid accidents and injuries. DIY enthusiasts can prepare the needed tools and materials, and allow the repairmen to give additional suggestions or opinions.

Cost-effective: Regular garage door service can prevent costly repairs and replacement, saving you money in the long run.

Warranty: Professional garage door service companies offer warranties on their work and parts, giving you peace of mind knowing that your door is in good hands.

In conclusion, garage door service is an essential aspect of maintaining your home's safety and functionality. It's recommended to hire a professional garage door service in Calgary to ensure that your garage door is in top working condition, operates safely, and lasts for years to come. With their expertise, tools, and safety precautions, a professional can help you save money and avoid potential accidents. Call Legendary Garage Door Repair now for all kinds of garage door service you might need!

[the-garage-door-technician]

Garage Door Security: How to Prevent Break-Ins and Protect Your Home

Garage doors are a common point of entry for burglars, making garage door security a crucial aspect of home safety. Fortunately, there are several steps homeowners can take to prevent break-ins and protect their homes. In this article, we will discuss some effective ways to secure your garage door.

Install a Deadbolt Lock

One of the simplest ways to secure your garage door is to install a deadbolt lock. This type of lock adds an extra layer of security to your garage door and makes it much more difficult for burglars to gain access. Deadbolt locks are available at most hardware stores and can be installed easily by a professional or experienced DIYer.

Secure the Emergency Release

The emergency release is a cord that hangs from the garage door opener mechanism and allows you to manually open the door in case of a power outage. Unfortunately, this cord can also be used by burglars to gain access to your garage. To prevent this, you can secure the emergency release with a zip tie or lock. This will prevent burglars from being able to pull the cord and open the door.

Add a Garage Door Sensor

A garage door sensor is a device that alerts you when your garage door is opened. This can be particularly useful when you are away from home or asleep. Garage door sensors are relatively inexpensive and can be easily installed by most homeowners.

Upgrade Your Garage Door Opener

If your garage door opener is old or outdated, it may be time to upgrade to a newer model with enhanced security features. Look for garage door openers that have rolling code technology, which changes the access code every time the door is opened. This makes it much more difficult for burglars to hack into your garage door opener and gain access to your home.

Install Security Cameras

Security cameras can be an effective deterrent against burglars and can also help you identify perpetrators if a break-in does occur. Install cameras on the exterior of your home, including near the garage door. Make sure the cameras are visible to deter burglars and choose a high-quality camera system that records clear video footage.

Keep Your Garage Door Closed

One of the simplest ways to prevent break-ins is to keep your garage door closed at all times, even when you are home. This will help prevent burglars from being able to see inside and identify valuable items or weaknesses in your security system.

Reinforce Your Garage Door

If your garage door is old or weak, it may be vulnerable to forced entry. To reinforce your garage door, you can install a steel bar or a reinforced lock bar. These will make it much more difficult for burglars to break through the door.

Conclusion

Garage door security is an essential aspect of home safety that should not be overlooked. By following these tips, homeowners can greatly reduce the risk of break-ins and protect their homes and belongings. Remember to always keep your garage door closed, upgrade your security system when necessary, and seek professional assistance when needed.

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