#added bonus is they both seem like good dudes off the ice (that are at least somewhat socially liberal--RARE in hockeys) so its easy to

[yikesharringrove]

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Chapter 6

Winds Change

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Five days.

They had five days left together.

Billy tried not to think about it, but it was kinda hard to ignore.

Stalls were already being taken down, fair games being packed up into large shipping trucks to take across the country.

One of Max’s beloved funnel cake stalls had already met the way of the shipping container. She was pissed.

And yet, Billy and Steve did their best to pretend like the rodeo wasn’t coming down around them.

A perfect symbolism for their fling, or whatever, crashing down everywhere they look.

Billy spent days in Steve’s sweaty little airstream, brushing his fingers over that muscular body, calling him a hick and a horse girl and every other fake insult he could think of.

And Steve spent all that time lacing his fingers with Billy’s, winking at him from his place on top of one of his three gorgeous mares as he did victory lap after victory lap, roping calves in under ten seconds, slamming Billy against the walls of the airstream, adrenaline from the stunt still pumping through him.

The field saw them exercising Steve’s horses, taking a ratty blanket out there in the middle of the night to watch the stars.

And it was stupid, Billy pretending that this was more than just. A convenience.

Steve was on his knees, and Billy threaded his hands into that thick hair, tugging it this way and that, the way he’s learned Steve likes after some weeks of mewling whines.

Billy was backed up against the gate of the makeshift paddock, shielded by the prying eyes of the other rodeo workers by the long-set sun and the sounds of the day’s crowds filtering out of the grounds.

Steve pushed down, taking Billy’s cock all the way in his throat, breathing heavily through his nose, the nose currently pressed flat against Billy’s pelvis.

Steve was a champion at a few things: calf roping, horse riding, and dick sucking.

He pulled off Billy’s dick with a slurp, rolling his tongue along the head, humming slightly as he did. His eyes were dark, staring up at Billy, something like a smirk sparking in them as Billy fell apart.

He took a breath, ready to move back in and finish Billy off when there were footsteps.

“Steve! I gotta check Loretta’s hock.”

They both froze, Steve’s eyes going wide with shock, his lips still stretched around the cock in his mouth.

Billy had yet to meet Jim Hopper, the horse specialist that watched out for Steve’s three mares.

He guesses he was about to meet the man right about now.

Steve yanked his face off Billy’s cock with an unmistakable slurping sound that made Billy’s face go bright fuckin’ red. Billy fumbled with the fly on his shorts, and Steve took charge, roughly pulling the button closed and the zip up. It was a miracle he didn’t catch any skin with the quick action.

Steve was on his feet as Jim rounded the edge of the fencing, eyeing the two of them standing far too close, Billy’s face red and full of guilt. Jim raised a hand, his eyes closing as he breathed heavily out his nose.

“I don’t wanna know. Just let me take a look at your girl.”

Steve shrugged, acting like this whole ordeal was just another day at the rodeo.

Maybe it is, Billy’s brain supplied.

They were so fucking. Obvious. Billy could just drop dead right there on the grass.

Jim was a big dude. Beefy and broad, his face was clearly weather-beaten. Well, what of his face wasn’t covered with a graying beard and mustache. His left cheek pudged out slightly with what Billy realized was chewing tobacco when he spit casually at his feet.

“This is Billy. I told you about him,” Steve said with a smirk.

And Billy just about had a heart attack when Steve made a big show of wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, smirkin’ like the devil.

“Yeah, kid, I’m just here for Letty.”

The horses had been allocated to the horsebox for the night, as it was much warmer in there for them. Not that it was cold in San Diego at night, but still. Steve worried. Billy thought it was cute.

Steve led Jim off towards the box, clapping him once on the shoulder as he passed, making Jim groan and spit a dollop of yellow-brown saliva after Steve.

Billy felt like he was about to turn into some thick hot liquid shame when Jim gave him a bit of a once-over, raising one thick eyebrow at him. Jim’s mustache twitched, and he spit to the side before turning on his heel, following Steve to the horses.

Billy has never been more mortified in his life.

Steve’s mentioned Jim a lot. He always calls him Hop. Said Steve himself gave him that nickname. Billy has kinda sussed out that Jim is something like a pseudo-dad to Steve. The one to teach him how to really care for the horses. The one to teach him to properly tie a calf.

All the shit that Steve was made of, Jim taught him.

Billy had put together that Jim’s daughter was the one Max was scampering about the grounds with. Steve said he had adopted Elle when she was about seven.

His face gave something away when he said that. Making a look that said there was a story there, but Billy didn’t wanna ask.

It’s not his story to know.

Billy followed after them, keeping a wide enough berth from the pair that it was weird. He knew it was weird. But it was either this type of weird, or the weird of inserting himself into their conversation when Jim obviously knew what they had been doing seconds before he found them. Steve was about as subtle as a gun with those grass stains on his knees, wiping at his face like he needed to prove a point.

Billy lingered outside the horsebox.

Loretta had been lagging lately, and she startled whenever Steve laid a hand on her left leg.

Steve had just about sobbed when he told Billy he thinks she’s hurt herself.

Billy wished he had a cigarette right about now.

“Yeah, I think the poor girl’s just havin’ some inflammation. Probably tweaked her leg just right on the arena dirt.”

“Is she gonna be okay? What does she need?” Steve sounded more serious than Billy’s ever heard him. There was a weight to his voice that only reared up when Steve mentioned his father, a slight quiver in his words that made his anxiety palpable.

“She’s a tough one, Letty. Let her rest for about two weeks, only mild walking, and some ice at the end of the day wouldn’t hurt, either. We’ll talk after that and see if she needs anything more.”

There was something of a pause in the horsebox, and Billy held his breath, ignoring the fact that he was clearly eavesdropping now.

“You being careful with that boy?”

“‘Course I am.”

“Because I meant what I said last time. I’m not posing as your dad to get you an appointment at the clinic again-”

“ Jesus, Hop. I thought we agreed never to talk about that again, huh? And besides, I’m grown. I can make appointments for my own STD tests now. Plus, it was all fine.”

Billy nearly choked.

It’s not that he’s never had a scare before, and he and Steve were safe, but still.

“Good to hear, then. But you being careful ?” There was another silence from the box. One of the horses whinnied.

When Jim continued, it was with a much softer voice than before.

“I ain’t never seen you so attached before.”

The horse whinnied again, and Billy pictured Steve wrapping his arms around June’s neck and hugging her close.

“He’s under my skin now.” A scuff that sounded like Steve’s boot brushing against the hay-covered floor of the box. “First time I wasn’t ready for a fling to be over.”

Those words crashed into Billy’s gut, knocking all the wind out of him.

He suffocated on them, drowned in Steve’s melancholy voice as he said them.

First time I wasn’t ready for a fling to be over.

It stung at the same time it made Billy’s heart soar.

It hurt and it healed and it made Billy wanna throw up and lock Steve in his basement so he could never leave him.

Or maybe something less totally wacked-out and creepy.

“You know I love you like my own, but you gotta manage yourself. I ain’t judgin’, I just don’t wanna see you all hurt again.”

“Jeez, that was some real sappy shit there.” The mood shifted with Steve’s deflection, and Billy could hear footsteps leaving the horsebox.

He scrambled over to Steve’s little airstream, pretending he hadn’t been listening and freaking out over what he was hearing.

There was just. There was a whole lot to take in there.

Jim said he didn’t want to see Steve all hurt again, but also said he’s never seen Steve so attached before.

When had he been all hurt before if this was, in Steve’s words, the first time he wasn’t ready for a fling to be over?

And Billy didn’t want to hurt Steve, but it kinda, in a real shitty way, made him feel a little bit better that he wasn’t the only one ignoring the oncoming end out of sadness and a need to prolong whatever they had left.

That, and the added little bonus that Jim had once pretended to be Steve’s father to get him an STD test from a clinic.

Billy feels like he’s been punched in the face over and over again by that short conversation he heard. And he would know. He’s been decked in the kisser too many times to think about.

He leaned against the cold metal wall of the airstream as Steve came into view, Jim heading in the opposite direction towards the fairgrounds and the rodeo being shut down for the night.

Steve smiled at Billy, this soft, calm little thing that made the warm summer air even sweeter in Billy’s lungs and the words keep ringing through his head.

First time I wasn’t ready for a fling to be over.

He could see something in Steve, now that he knew what to look for.

How carefree and easy he seemed anytime he was around Billy, but those devastating moments when he seemed to bite his tongue against saying something more meaningful, or shied away from a briefly intimate touch.

Billy could finally see his own anxiety in Steve at their dwindling time together, and it broke his fucking heart.

Robin had warned Billy not to get attached. She told him Steve slept around and played the field and left before anyone could get in too deep.

But he wonders if Robin had warned Steve against the same thing. If she had told him that Billy was going to fuck and run. That leaving someone behind can sometimes hurt just as much as being left behind.

He hopes that if she hasn’t, she’ll be there for Steve. That she’ll pick him up and won’t let him break his own precious heart anymore.

“So, how’s Loretta?”

“She’ll be okay. Poor lady just needs some rest and some ice, and she’ll be feeling her best in a few weeks.”

Steve matched Billy’s stance, leaning against the trailer and tilting his face to the starry sky.

It was quiet out in the sea of trailers. Now that the spectators had all gone home for the night, the cheering crowds and amplified commentators weren’t reverberating through the open grass.

Instead, they could hear the rodeo animals that had been put in their nighttime areas. The many whineys and brays from different horses spread through the place.

The rodeo seemed so fucking magic to Billy.

Something like Heaven.

“I’m going soon.”

Billy doesn’t know why Steve said it.

They both knew that fact.

He thought they were both aggressively ignoring that fact.

“Yeah. You are.”

Billy didn’t know what to do with his hands.

He really didn’t want to have this conversation. Ever.

Because talking about it makes it real.

And God fucking forbid Steve breaks it off now and not in the allotted five days they still have to laugh and fuck and be free .

He pulled out his slightly crumpled pack of cigarettes, lighting one deftly.

Steve didn’t smoke. Said his grandpa died really horribly of lung cancer.

Billy knew this was going to be a serious talk when Steve didn’t make one of his usual snide remarks about Billy smoking.

“I just wanted. To be sure,” Steve trailed off, still looking at the spangled night sky. “We need to be on the same page.”

That we’re probably, most definitely, in love with one another but too stupid and too poorly timed and too tragic to say anything about it.

“I think we are.”

“Okay. Okay. Good. Because, I mean, I really don’t want to hurt you, and, like, our arrangement’s been the same since the beginning.”

Arrangement.

That word.

Arrangement.

It was a fucking ugly word for whatever beautiful thing they had between them.

Arrangement.

It made Billy feel cheap, and used, and so fucking stupid.

And feeling like that only meant one thing for Billy.

He got fucking mad.

“So, that’s it then. You’re done with me. Onto the next poor sucker in the next shitty town that’ll fuck you through the mattress and hold your hand until you decide you’re sick of ‘em. Great. It was so nice being your fucking whore. Thanks for the. Opportunity.”

He wished he chewed tobacco like Jim. He would spit a glob at Steve’s foot. Probably make it land right on those stupid fucking red cowboy boots.

Steve finally looked at Billy, his face scrunched up and those beautiful eyes of his looking somewhere between lost and hurt and angry and confused.

“Billy, that’s not what I-”

“No. No, Harrington, I fucking get it. You go town to town, and feed these fuckers a sob story about how hard it is for you to connect with people, and that you’re lonely and your dad sucks, and all this other bullshit. When really, you’re just an insecure asshole with intimacy problems who’s too fucking stupid to get a fucking GED.”

Fuck.

The second the words were out of his mouth, Billy knew he had gone way too fucking far.

Steve’s eyes flashed, and his face seemed to morph right in front of Billy’s eyes. He was closing himself off right where they stood. Getting ready to chuck Billy away and never see him again.

And Billy fucking deserved it.

“You’re calling me an insecure asshole with intimacy problems? The only friends you’ve got are coworkers that only pity you because they can see how fucking pathetic you are. You beg for scraps like a fucking dog and the second things get tough you ignore it, or get angry at it, like a stupid goddamn child . You think you’re so tough. That you’re the only one with problems . You’ve got your head so far up your own ass that you don’t realize that shit sucks all over, and that everyone is just as miserable as you are, we’re just able to fucking make something out of ourselves instead of wallowing in self-pity.”

Steve’s little speech left Billy feeling dumbfounded.

He was seething with a rage he had never felt in his life before. Anger at himself, and anger at Steve for being so fucking right. For letting all of Billy’s flaws and insecurities tumble out of his mouth like they were nothing.

He took a long drag from his cigarette, leaning forward to put it out against the door of the airstream, leaving a tiny circular ash print on the painted cow. It looked like a bullet wound on the poor thing.

It’s how Billy felt.

“I hope your horse fucking dies.”

It was childish.

It was so dumb, and childish, and Billy really doesn’t hope any horse anywhere dies, especially Steve’s three wonderful mares, but he’s feeling something he thinks he could call jilted, and he’s hurt and upset and genuinely at a loss.

He didn’t let Steve get another word in. Just turned on his heel, and left the little cowboy behind.

[multifandom-stranger]

Rain With a Chance of Sweet Drops

Genre: Soulmate au, fluff

A/n: Hiiii a small story to keep y’all fed. I’ve been so so lazy and feel awful about it. I suggest you listen to these while reading: Sanctuary by Joji, I’m closing my eyes by potsu, A while by a[way], and Cutie by haroinfather. Or this playlist that has those songs and more.

I wonder why it is what it is? Why an umbrella? Seems so dumb and common. You thought to yourself as you sat inside the small coffee shop across from your friend Haechan. It’s raining today so... maybe today is the day...

“-llooo? Earth to Y/n! You really have a talents for zoning out, you know?” You finally gain back full focus on your bestie after a hand was practically shoved into your face. “Stop thinking about it too much.”

“About what?” You scratched at the back of your neck timidly as you ended the very particular train of thought you were on completely.

“Your partner. Your staring at your mark so what else could you be thinking about.” Haechan smirked and leaned down to take a sip from his iced Americano with a mischievous grin.

You lived in a world of everyone having their heart on their sleeve. Literally. Everyone was born with a small mark on their wrist, similar to a birthmark that developed into a select few images, letters, symbols, etc. Once you met your special someone there’s supposedly and instant sense of attraction wether you know you share the mark or not. The symbol ties into how you meet or fall in love. When you meet them and gain a connection the color of it will appear. Some people have hearts, a meaningful word, or even a specific place. But you were left to ponder over a stupid umbrella seemingly tattooed on your wrist.

“I can’t help it! How are you not curious about finding ‘the one’?” You looked down at the simple shape of a cartoonish umbrella once again before glancing over to Haechan’s wrist, adorned with a triangle, ish shape. It was all black. Rather odd really. Most people could tell what their mark was but he was at a loss. You couldn’t imagine how he felt.

“Honestly, I couldn’t care less. Isn’t the whole point of it to be fate and all? Trying to think about it logically makes no sense at all.” Plucking his drink swiftly from the table with one hand at the top he leaned back and eyed you with it almost up to his mouth again. “Just let things take their course Y/n. It’s more fun that way.”

“I guess your right. Thanks man.” The hesitance was still slightly present in your voice but nonetheless he had a point.

“Wanna hangs out with me and a group of friends this weekend? Small dorm party. Only cool kids allowed. You in?” His eyebrow quirked up curiously as his tone raised for the question.

A party sounded like something you needed at this point, even if you gut feeling was that it spelled trouble. Just like your bestie said, you needed to ease up and live a little. “Screw it, I’ll be there. What time?”

“It’s at the Nu Chi Tau frat house. I’ll pick you up at 8:30.” He leaned over the table suddenly, farting all up in your face with a stern look. After a second that seemed to pass ever so slowly he spoke out again. “You better not flake on me!”

“I won’t, I won’t I promise!”

~•Time Skip•~

You currently are sitting at the doorstep of this stupid frat house, abandoned by your friend and no ride home. You venue well could walk but there was one complication to that plan. Rain. Horrible, intense rain. People inside were using it as and excuse to keep the party going but you’d shyer you real quick as soon as the one person you really knew (Haechan) ditched you to leave with someone. Wasn’t his style really, so it really has you confused and alone. Trying to push your pity party along and over to the side you focused on the splash and plop of the heavily falling water from the heavens. The house had and overhang for you to chill on, godsent in your opinion, where you started to pace about and pray that the rain stopped soon.

“Have fun lover boy!!” You whipped you head around to see the door fly open and someone get shoved out onto the porch harshly. Before you knew it a small click, barely audible over the thrumming of the rain was heard. The lock you had presumed. Still slightly scared from the uproar you were left to stare at the strange boy who now was sitting there in his knocked over position hand over his forehead. He looked hella stressed out as he rubbed at it and then munched his nose with a sigh. One thing worth mentioning was what you swore was a red hue to his cheeks and even ears, yet you still couldn’t make out his face from you stance. Wait, this dude just took a pretty good tumble. Shit, do something you loser! “Uh, hey are you okay? You landed on your hands pretty hard to catch your fall there.” You approached him cautiously as he got up, still looking down as he brushed his knees off with his hands a bit.

And then he looked up with a smile. As dumb and cliche as it is, time moved slower for a moment. This mystery boy was both the cutest and most handsome person you’d ever seen. How both worked you had no idea but here he was, living proof it was possible. His eyes were almond shaped and had a certain twinkle, his slightly pouty lips upturned into a playful grin, and his jawline was both rounded and pronounced at the same time. He sure was a looker. Staring! You’re staring at him! You yelled internally as his slightly pinkish cheeks were now accompanied by yours and you looked down to his knees that peeked out of his ripped blue jeans. No scratches there, good.

“Yeah, I’m all good I think. Jerks though it would be funny to lock me out, but at least I’m not alone.” He had lifted his hands in a casual shrug type of gesture when you saw that he had a nasty scrape on his palm, just like you had suspected. Without quite thinking you reached out and grabbed his hand to look at the damage.

“You did get a cut. Aw, I looks bad too. One sec,” while cupping his hand above yours the other reached into your back pocket to fumble for a bandaid. You were quite the clutz so you always had them on hand.

While you took your moment to retrieve the remedy, the boy was left to stare down at your hands meeting. Yours was so warm, especially in contrast with the cool dew seemingly spreading through the air from the rain. It was so gentle as well. You barely held his hand at all and yet it was effecting him so much. But most importantly he saw your wrist. That’s all he needed to be brave enough that when you handed him the bandaid he look your other hand as well.

“Hey, I’m Na Jaemin. It’s really nice to meet you and all but I think you need to take a look at something.” He have you that childish smile once again and you could just feel your heart tense up for some reason. It was so precious. That plus the added bonus of the simple yet sweet contact from your hands holding slightly was enough to leave you a bit flustered. You were to shy to look at exactly what he was getting at.

“What do you mean? Look where?” He simply chuckled and let you other hand with the bandaid still in it go slowly, as if he didn’t want to have his hand leave that spot.

“Ah! Ow... Ya know, my other hand really hurts too. Could you maybe put the bandage on for me?” His voice had a certain sing song quality to it joined by a rather obvious tone of whining. He sounded like a little kid trying to get something without saying just what it is to trick their mother. It was oddly charming in it’s own way even if it was whining.

“Um, sure. Are you sure you don’t need to go back inside? We can knock-“

“No!!” He paused and cleared his throat a bit to regain composure. “I mean, it’s fine I’m sure. Thanks though.” Kinda awkward as well. Cute. You were surprised at the boldness of your own thoughts. You undid the packaging on the bandaid and placed one sticky side with care over his skin to line it up over the wound. As you ever so gently slid your finger over it to stick the other side you froze in place with shock.

Umbrella.....CODE RED! This is not a drill, I repeate this is not a drill. We have an umbrella mark on the wrist! You looked back and forth a million times, eyes flicking over the two marks again and again as Jaemin chucked at how cute you were. As you continued your antics you thought to yourself, Not like they’ve changed colors yet. I-I mean I have seen someone else with an umbrella but nothing happened.

“You’re pressing into my cut a bit cutie.” He chopped up after staring down at you as if he had found a precious diamond in the rough. He was starting to get the whole ‘instant attraction’ thing. He didn’t even have your name yet and he felt like he could just spend the rest of his life with you from then on. It was both weird and comforting in it’s own way.

You jumped back a little and rubbed at the back of your neck. It was a nervous habit, but you don’t particularly feel nervous. It was more calm, but still had your heart racing. It was a promising sign in the least. “I-I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you Jaemin.” You looked back up to him and finally returned his smile with your own. You hadn’t felt so genuinely happy or smiled to full-heartedly in what felt like forever. You were starting to hope this boy was the one because well, he was so sweet and kind and funny and playful.... and you just met him!

“Glad I can put a beautiful name to the face now. Nice to need you too.” He sighed and looked down to see the mark on his wrist still filled in pitch black. Brushing aside the thought that it was odd he took a seat at the steps, next to where you had been before and patted next to his spot. “So what brought you out here?”

You plopped down next to him happily and sighed as you wrapped your arms around your knees and rested your head atop them. “Got ditched my the only person I knew at the party. Not really my kind of scene if I have no one to hang with so I just wanted to go home and go to bed buuut,”

“But the rain right?” You both giggles at how he finished your sentence with perfect timing.

“Yeah, the rain.” You looked over to Jaemin to be met by his charming gaze. There was a comfortable beat of bliss in that moment before you leaned back with a smile. “Now I have someone to hang with at least.” As you slid your hand back you felt something brush against it. It was kinda cold and felt odd. You looked over your shoulder to see a small red umbrella left there on the deck.

“Jaemin, look! An umbrella...” as the last word left your mouth the syllables slowed as you realized this really could be it. Hell, if this isn’t a sign I don’t know what is. You picked the umbrella up with a grin and a small laugh. “Looks like we lucked out!”

“Yeah, I think we did.” Another wave of a comfortable moment of sweet silence and adorning eyes passed over the two of you again before he snapped out of it and took the red thing from your hand in a flash. “You live on campus, right? I can walk you home if you’d like. It’s late and all so,” He let out a small hum before going back on his thoughts. “Actually, non-negotiable. I’m walking you home.”

You let an audible “Huh?” that had him chuckling at you once again. He opened the umbrella up and tipped I out into the rain before looking back to you with a smile. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah. It’s not too far.” You took a few eager and bouncy steps to meet him under the umbrella with another full fledged smile spread out across your face. “Thank you Jaemin.”

You two set off for the maybe two minute walk tops happy with small chatter and lots of laughter and smiles. You were tempted to get closer, but shoulders brushing and all was just toooo cliche. It’s just too much this is fine for now. Unbeknownst to you Jaemin saw you shoulder getting dropped on and was having none of it. Without hesitation he wrapped his free arm around your shoulder and gave you that heart melting look once again. “You can’t just be all quiet about small stuff like that when there’s a much better solution like this” He nudged you closer playfully and you decided to be bold and lean into his shoulder a bit.

“Okay, I promise I’ll keep it in mind for the future Mr. Gentlemen.” You took your turn to nudge into him with a laugh and relish in the moment. Things just felt so natural and comfortable with Jaemin already. This had to be the real deal.

“Here it is.” You said with much dismay. You didn’t want your time with Jaemin to end. Especially without knowing how to talk again or meet with him. You both faced each other under the tiny shield of the umbrella, the calming taps against both the roof of your dorm and the ground adding to the moment. “Thanks again Jaemin but um-“

“One sec. Gotta check something.” He pulled your wrist up gently with his own that had the mark to show a now brilliant red umbrella upon both your wrists. Once again, Jaemin didn’t need anymore confirmation. Without any reservation he pulled you in for a kiss. It was as if the sound of pattering rain had dulled, the slight cold had disappeared, and everything was right. He pulled away, keeping it short and sweet yet full of passion and feelings. You were left to reach up to your lips with a small smile before beaming up and him and leaning in to steal another small kiss, this time placed upon his cheek.

“Hey soulmate, I’m Na Jaemin. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

[imnottiredofgettingoveryou]

Elliots first time with someone in detailssss

The devil is in that shit!!

Warnings: Smut (obvi), swears

It was around 2PM when my phone buzzed.

I picked it up and a far-too-big smile spread across my face as I read the text from Elliot: 'Here'

I hadn't seen him for months, but that was normal now that we both went to school out of state. I met him freshman year of high school, where we both sat at the losers' table for lunch. I surprised myself and made friends with most of the people who sat there, bonding over that shared feeling of 'otherness.' When you grow up a little and talk to people about it, you realize that it's a pretty ubiquitous feeling; when you're fifteen, it feels like you and your weird pals might as well be a leper colony. Elliot was the cutest guy at the table but proved the hardest to crack. One day, I gave him my Capri Sun as a peace offering, and it worked surprisingly well. We would occasionally find an empty classroom and eat together, just the two of us. It took patience to get him to open up, but eventually we became real friends. To this day, some five years later, we still shared the occasional inside joke about Capri Suns.

When I had found out that we both had a fall break at the same time, I was ecstatic. Maybe it was just 'absence makes the heart grow fonder,' or maybe it was something I wasn't fully ready to consider just yet, but seeing him had been all I'd thought about for weeks. We had plans to take the train up to Howard Beach and watch the planes take off from JFK. I'd spent so much time thinking about this day that a one-word text had given me butterflies. I practically ran down my stairs and out the door, my heart pounding away in my chest.

His taxi pulled away from the curb and there he stood, all eyes and black clothes, just like I remembered him. You know the effect that time apart can sometimes have, when you finally see someone again and they look fucking good? Multiply that ad infinitum, and you'd get an idea of what was happening to me. He might as well have had a halo of light behind his head.

His voice pulled me out of my trance. "Hey Y/N."

"Elliot!" I squealed. Propriety? Boundaries? I didn't know them. I ran up to him and wrapped my arms around his body, burying my face in his shoulder. "Oh my God dude, it's been forever!"

It took a moment for him to respond and I started to worry I'd overstepped, but then his arms slowly came down around me and tightened the already-close hug I'd initiated, and despite the crisp fall air, I felt completely, totally warm.

He pulled back to look at me. "It's... It's good to see you.," he stammered, eyes darting around my face.

I beamed back at him. "You too. Let's put your stuff away and then we can get moving-"

"Hey, um, Y/N?"

"Yes, Elliot?"

"Are your parents home?"

Well, now that was... interesting. "Nah. They're gone for the weekend." I had planned on us spending the break at mine only because I knew he wouldn't want to go home; my having an empty house had been a bonus that I'd found out about last minute.

Elliot looked at the ground for a second before continuing. "Is it okay if we just stay here for the night then?"

"Awe," I grinned at him. "Don't wanna share me with the public, huh?"

He flashed his trademark barely-there smile at me, and my heart melted. "Something like that."

***

Any ice that had formed with the distance of the last few months melted quickly; we fell back into our old rhythm and it felt like no time at all had passed since high school. I microwaved some garbage food and put on cheesy horror movies for us to talk over. He told me about his comp sci classes and how he had hoped they would be more challenging, to which I responded by calling him a nerd and a show-off. I told him about my first time smoking weed and about getting too drunk at sweaty frat parties.

"Do people really get a bunch of action at those things?" he asked me.

I choked a little at his choice of words. "Some people do, I guess. But not me. I mean, I've hooked up with one guy, but it wasn't at a party or anything."

I could've sworn I saw a look of disappointment flash across his face, but if it did, he quickly suppressed it. I backtracked, worried I had upset him somehow. "... not like it was, you know, spectacular."

Elliot chewed his food for an unnecessarily long time, then swallowed and said, "At least you're doing better than me."

"You're kidding! You still haven't shuffled off the mortal coil of your virginity?"

Now he just looked ashamed. Shit. I was really fucking this up.

I scooted closer to him and leaned my cheek against his bicep. "Hey, come on, I was just surprised is all. Have you seen yourself? I figured you'd be up to your eyeballs in pussy."

His eyes moved from the floor to look into mine. "Really?""Really really," I said, and I meant it. I snaked my hands around his arm and pulled it against my body. "You're a catch, El."

His gaze darted between my mouth and my eyes, and he smiled.

Elliot relaxed into my touch and I cuddled up against his side for the remainder of the movie. By the time the credits rolled, we were both yawning.

"You wanna head upstairs? We could take a nap," I suggested. He nodded, and I got up and led the way to my bedroom.

Once the door was closed behind us, Elliot took my hands in his and walked us backwards until my back was against the wall. Before I could ask what he was doing, his lips crashed into mine. I was caught off-guard, but I quickly pulled myself together and began moving my lips against his, listening to the quiet little noises he made as we opened up to each other, tasted each other. I reached down and grabbed him by the belt loops, pulling his hips against mine, smiling against his mouth when I felt how hard he was.

Panting, Elliot broke the kiss. "Y/N, I want to ask you something, but..." he looked down at where our bodies touched. "... I'm not sure how."

I realized what he wanted, and that I wanted it too. Opting for boldness, I trailed my hand down the front of his body until I reached the bulge in his jeans, then rubbed him through the fabric. He groaned, thrusting just barely into my palm.

"Are you sure about this, El?"

"Yeah," he replied, leaning down to kiss me again. "I want to... I want to do this. With you." He reached up then to cup my cheek, tilting my face up so I was looking right into his blue-green eyes. "As long as you want to."

I mirrored his gesture, caressing his cheek, feeling the beginnings of stubble. "Of course I do."

I would be lying if I said the thought of doing this with Elliot hadn't crossed my mind a time or two, but I certainly hadn't anticipated going this far down that road tonight. I wanted him, but this was decidedly unfamiliar territory and I was equal parts nervous and excited. I knew I had to focus on the latter, to take control, knowing he probably wouldn't.

Or maybe I didn't know anything because in a flash, Elliot was hoisting me up by the legs, wrapping them around his waist and carrying me over to my bed. His boldness seemed to surprise us both and we were giggling against each others' mouths in between kisses as he pushed my hips down into the mattress with his own. Shit, I had put clean sheets and blankets on the bed in anticipation of his visit, and we were about to ruin them...

"Can I undress you now?" he asked, hands drifting down my sides until they reached the hem of my shirt. I nodded and raised my arms so he could pull it off, then reached around and unclasped my bra, sliding the straps down my arms and tossing it to the floor. He looked positively starving as his eyes roamed over the exposed skin, tongue poking out to wet his lips. Then his mouth was back on mine and his hand went to the button of my jeans, fumbling, trying to kiss me and undo them at the same time. I reached down to help him, allowing him to focus on exploring my mouth as I pulled off my pants and underwear, adding them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

I arched my back off of the bed, angling my chest up toward him to let him know what I wanted. "Elliot, please touch me?"

He swallowed hard, then ghosted his hands up my sides to cup my breasts, kneading them with his long, callused fingers. He explored the flesh, palms grazing my nipples, applying different levels of pressure. When he squeezed a little too hard, I yelped.

"Sorry," he said, pulling his hands away.

"Hey, it's okay." Maybe I was just drunk with the feeling of this moment, but there was something endearing about how nervous and vulnerable he was, and I wanted nothing more than for this to feel good for both of us. "Just be gentle, okay? Try using your mouth."

I watched a shiver make its way through his body as he processed my words, and then he moved his face down to my chest and ran his tongue up my left nipple, watching it harden in response. He began licking at it earnestly, the feeling of his hot mouth pulling wanton moans from my lips as my hands gripped fistfuls of his hair in an attempt to ground myself. He groaned against me in response, and the added sensation sent sparks of pleasure straight to my core. He shifted his attention to my right breast, swirling his tongue around my other nipple, then sucking it into his mouth, surrounding it with warmth and wetness. I pushed my hips up against his, desperately seeking some kind of friction; he obliged, his clothed erection grinding against me, the evidence of my arousal staining his jeans.

"Fuck, Y/N," he panted, pulling his face away from my chest. "I want you so bad."

I smiled up at him. "Then you're gonna have to get undressed."

Elliot sat up on his haunches and pulled his shirt over his head. I stared shamelessly at his lean muscles, hungrily anticipating the feeling of his skin against mine. He reached down to undo his pants but I batted his hands away, opening the button and pulling the zipper down so he could slide them off, his boxer-briefs following. My eyes raked down his naked form, taking him in, following the trail of dark hair on his stomach down to his cock, fully engorged and leaking precum. Our eyes met as it fully dawned on both of us what we were about to do, the line we were about to cross together.

I spread my legs wider in invitation. "Come here."

He settled his body back between my legs, holding his full weight off of me with his forearms. I sighed at the feeling of him touching me all along the length of my body, my nipples hard against his chest, the hair on his stomach and legs tickling me, the tip of his cock resting teasingly against my folds.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his length, stroking him gently, using my thumb to spread the moisture around his head, satisfied when he shuddered in response. "You're sure?" I asked him again. This was a big step for me but a bigger one from him, and I needed to be certain it was what he wanted.

He lifted his eyes up to mine from where they had been watching my hand. "Yeah," he choked out. "Definitely."

I pulled my hand away from his cock and gripped his shoulders. "Go slow, okay?"

He nodded and captured my lips in a desperate kiss as he entered me, pushing in inch by inch, his eyes falling closed once he was fully ensheathed. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, moaning at the feeling of him filling me, stretching me. It wasn't like this before. I felt whole.

The deep rumble of his voice pulled me back to reality. "Is it okay if I move?"

"Yes."

Elliot pulled out almost completely, then pushed back in, moving one hand to my hip to anchor me. He began to establish a rhythm, moving slowly, muscles taut with restraint. My hands gripped his back tightly as he drove into me, nails dragging against his skin. He let his head rest in the crook where my neck met my shoulder, and I felt him press his lips against my skin in an attempt to stifle the low moans escaping his throat.

"Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good."

"So do you," I moaned into his hair. I started lifting my hips up to meet his thrusts, pulling him deeper and grinding my clit against his pubic bone every time he hit bottom. I started to increase the pace as I felt my body start to climb towards orgasm, and he followed suit, driving into me faster, harder.

"Shit, fuck, I'm gonna cum," he growled against my neck.

"Me too. Don't stop."

That did it; his strangled moans filled the air as he emptied himself inside me, pulling my hips tightly against him to get as deep as he could. It was the perfect amount of pressure to send me over my own edge, crying out and clinging to him desperately as my muscles pulsed around him and milked him dry.

All of my senses were under fire as we came down together. Everything felt so intense - our breathing impossibly loud, skin slick with sweat, a heartbeat ringing in my ears that could have been his or mine. He kissed me, almost chastely, before pulling out and rolling onto his back next to me. I wanted to snuggle up next to him, to wrap myself around him and not let go until morning, but I resisted and left him some space while we recovered and processed what had just happened.

I knew this meant something, maybe more for me than it had for him, but I didn't want to bum myself out by overthinking and frankly I didn't have the energy. My breathing had finally steadied and I'd started to drift asleep when I heard his voice.

"Hey, Y/N?"

I turned my head towards him. "Yeah?"

"I'm not sure I told you, but... I've really missed you."

I smiled, more than satisfied with that, for now. I didn't need to say it back to him. He knew. 

[illfoandillfie]

ok take this: seaside rendezvous universe, Joe and y/n somehow get to add eachother on snapchat and the old dynamic is back almost immediately 🤠

omg thank you for requesting SR stuff because these two nerds are so much fun to write. Light smut ahead.

Okay so lets say the ski trip went really well. Like really well.  

Your friends and his friends kind of ended up spending a lot of time together just because you and joe wanted to spend time together

A lot of nights at the bar drinking and dancing, days on the ski slopes sometimes letting joe “teach you how to ski” (which is basically just an excuse for him to stand really close with his hands on your hips) sometimes racing him down the slope (you were both passably good at it but certainly not the best in the group)

And of course annoying all your friends with how much sex you were having (partly because you knew you didn’t have to hide it so you were a little careless about locking doors, partly because they were a little jealous)

But at the end of the week you know you have to go back to your own colleges and you wont be able to see him every day and that bums you out. But you have your deal so on the last day you swap numbers and emails and agree to keep in contact and see what happens.

And it works well enough. He texts you a lot during the day and sends you emails when bigger things happen that take longer to write about. Occasionally you talk on the phone too.

Gradually though you start adding each other on social media

It starts with Instagram, you were out with some friends and ended up stopping into this dessert café with a whole menu of lactose free ice creams that you knew was the sort of place Joe would like so you send him a link to the photos you posted on insta and he follows you and you start chatting on there regularly because its easier to send memes that way.  

And then he goes on a twitter rant and he knows you’ll agree with him so he shows you and you follow him there

And it’s really great, seeing these parts of his life and finding out new things about each other but the one downside is the lack of sex.

Sexting is weird and you kind of feel like a dickhead while you’re doing it and its never as good as everyone seems to say it is, and theres the worry you’ll send something to the wrong person

So you don’t really do anything with it. You might get off thinking about Joe and you assume he thinks about you but you don’t really talk about it

Until you and Bea are getting coffee one day and shes telling you about the guy shes been seeing and she mentions he’s away for the week visiting his family but they’ve been sending each other dirty shit on snapchat

And it blows your mind

So as soon as you get back to your room (and you’ve double checked you have the place to yourself) you pull out your favourite lingerie and send Joe a message to add you on snapchat 

He takes a minute because he has to redownload the app and try to remember his password but he eventually gets on

You dm him and ask where he is at the moment

He’s at home, chilling out, procrastinating

You send him the photo you just took

And he’s like completely blown away like sends you a bunch of heart eyes emojis and stuff

And then he asks if you have any more photos (👀)

“I might. Or maybe I could just do this instead” you open the video chat and he answers really fucking quickly.

Like dude didn’t even realise video chat was an option but he’s tapping answer literally the second he sees it and he’s fucking beaming at you

“Why the fuck didn’t we think of this earlier? I’ve been fucking typing out shit for how long now and I could’ve just been talking?”

“You are very good at talking. Not so great at the shutting up.”

You’re both laughing but then Joe remembers what you’re wearing and he’s like “sooooo was there a reason you called? Something I can help you with?” and his tone is so suggestive and flirty you find yourself practically whining when you say you miss him.

“Anything else?”

“I –”

“Go on,”

“I, uh, I haven’t cum as hard as you could make me since we were skiing,”

“Well let’s see If I can’t fix that.”

He starts just asking questions – What do you normally think about? (“Oh me? Well that’s flattering.”), do you put music on? Light some candles? Make a night of it?

When you tell him how you normally go about it he’s like “okay so why don’t you start with your fingers, just lightly. Are you going to listen to my instructions?”

You say yes and start touching yourself how he says, changing whenever he tells you to (“Take off your panties and rub your clit for me. No, slow down, good girl.”)

And it’s so similar to what you’d normally do to get off but with the added bonus of Joe’s voice, getting lower and rougher and a little more breathless as he watches you and jerks off.

He tells you what he wants to see, where to move the camera, comments on how wet you sound or how much he wishes he could be there doing this in person.

“Of course, if I was there I’d have such a hard time resisting fucking you. I’d be torn between being in your cunt and watching you be an obedient little slut. Fuck, just thinking about you all spread out under me has me close. You wanna see what you do to me?”

“Mmhmm – oh god – yes”

“Are you close”

“So close,”

“I wanna watch you first. Do whatever you need to do to cum so I can watch you.”

It doesn’t take much longer – you adjust what you’re doing just a little bit but you can hear him grunting as he holds back his own orgasm and that just makes you want to cum more.

He praises you as you ride it out, calls you a good girl again and tells you it’s so fucking hot watching you cum and then once you’ve calmed down a little bit he tells you to keep your eyes on him and he finally lets go, moaning your name while you whine about wishing he was cumming in you instead.  

Theres a bit of quiet while you both collect yourselves and then Joe’s groaning about needing to clean himself up and your both laughing about it but he tells you to stay on the line. He props his phone up as he does a rudimentary clean up with some tissues and then you’re left just looking at his room while he slips on his underwear and goes to clean it off properly.

You take the chance to run and pee and sort yourself out and by the time he’s back you’re curled up in bed with your phone trying not to yawn.

“Okay I’m back. How was that?”

“It was brilliant Joe,”

“Yeah? Looked like you came pretty hard so I guess I helped.”

You laugh and say yes and check he liked it too and then you end up talking for a little while about your days and just casual stuff like that. 

Joe comments that you look tired and you say you didn’t sleep great last night so you could probably do with a nap but you also don’t want to stop talking to him.

He says he’s happy to talk for as long as you want and he’s still there when you drift off.  

[paganinpurple]

Miraculous Hogmanay

I got a ko-fi request from miraculousstuffwotifound: “hey could I possibly request a drabble of the miraculous class celebrating Hogmanay? bonus points if Luka (who is theorised to be Scottish) is the first footer and everyone is super confused by the Scottish custom. <3 I love your writing!”

 I didn’t quite use the whole class but I did go with our fav four. Enjoy the Adrinette and Lukanette teases!

Marinette stared at her phone in confusion for a moment after reading the message that had drawn her attention with a sharp ping.

“Everything okay M?” Alya asked her from her place on the couch, watching the Parisian celebrations on the television while Adrien and Nino sat on the floor, having the latest bout in their thumb war over the table. They looked dangerously close to knocking over the bottle of Champagne.

“Uh, fine,” she said, glancing up briefly before looking back at her screen, “Just didn’t expect to get any messages. I thought the network would be overrun.”

It was already 11:47 pm on New Year’s Eve and when she had heard her phone chime, she had expected it to be an early celebratory message from someone who knew they’d be too excited to send one later. She’d already done the same, sending out messages to her whole class minus the three her parents had encouraged her to spend new year with. New Years was supposed to be spent with friends after all. It was why her parents had gone out with their own friends for the night.

Returning to her phone to reread the message before her, Marinette nibbled on her lip awkwardly as she scanned the screen.

Are you at home for new years? Luka x

She briefly wondered where he had gotten her number from before her common sense caught up to her and she realised that he must have asked Juleka, so he could contact her himself. Despite the text sounding perfectly innocent and friendly, Marinette felt her heart pick up its rhythm and risked a panicked look across the room to ensure no one else had noticed.

Yeah, I’m home. U?

She agonised for a few minutes before adding a kiss of her own on the end. Giving it one last glance to proofread, she quickly hit the send button before she could overthink any and every possible undertone of the message. The reply was fast and frustratingly cryptic.

Not quite 😉

She stared at the message for a minute or two. “What is that supposed to mean?” she eventually asked aloud.

“Marinette! Quick! It’s the countdown!” Adrien shouted suddenly, full of endearing child-like excitement.

Dropping her phone in her haste, she dashed across to her friends, Alya’s arm slinging over her shoulder as they began to chant.

“5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Joyeuse année!”

Fireworks exploded in the skies over the bakery and Marinette found herself jumping on the spot with her best friend before launching herself at her for a hug. Nino soon tapped her on the shoulder and tilted his head towards Alya, a silent request to kidnap his girlfriend away from her which she quickly complied with.

There was a moment of brief awkwardness when she realised why and turned away from their public display that they were attempting to pass off as a simple new year’s kiss. As she did, her eyes met Adrien’s and they both blushed profusely as they tried to work out how to broach the topic of the same tradition.

“Um, we don’t have to-”

“Would you like to-?”

They both gave a small chuckle before Adrien placed a gentle peck against her cheek.

“Happy new year, Marinette.”

Marinette simply stared, cheeks darkening further as she slipped into another of her fantasies. Adrien had kissed her. Just on the cheek, but still -he had kissed her! Maybe he’d lean back in and they’d share a far more intimate moment?

She sighed deeply and might have remained frozen there forever, eyes glassy and Adrien beginning to worry that she had zoned out, but it was at that exact moment that the doorbell rang, and she shook herself free long enough to furrow her brow in confusion.

“Is that your parents?” Nino asked.

“It’s far too early,” she said, opening the door and turning to make her way to the downstairs entrance. She had locked up earlier and no one would have been able to make it up to the front room like normal, so she’d have to traipse down to let whoever it was inside, “And they have keys.”

Bounding down to the door quickly, she took a quick glance through the marbled glass and took in the view of dark hair ending in obviously teal tips. Wait, it couldn’t be? Could it?

She flung the door open so swiftly it almost bounced off the wall and only her quick reaction time saved her having to explain a dent in the plaster to her parents later. “Luka?” she gasped.

“Hi,” he said, standing before her, a bottle of something amber coloured in one hand and a simple wave coming from the other. “Can I come in?”

“Of course!” She stepped back for him to enter, closing and locking the door again once he was inside before leading him up the stairs to the front room.

As they made their way up in a strangely comfortable silence, Marinette eyes were drawn to Luka’s outfit. He wasn’t dressed unusually for him -just jeans and a t-shirt- but the writing across his chest caught her attention. It was hard to get a good look without openly staring but she was pretty sure the words weren’t French, and it was frustrating her that the cursive font made it difficult to tell.

They quickly made their way into the living room, alerting the others to their presence when the door clicked closed behind them. “Look who I found,” she announced, as the others ceased their dancing.

“Luka?” shouted Alya, her eyes flicking towards Adrien briefly before she moved forward and enveloped him in a hug, giving Marinette a pointed look over his shoulder.

“Nice T-shirt dude,” Nino said after she had pulled back, his face equally confused looking as Marinette had felt when she had tried to decipher it. “What does it say?”

“Oh. It’s English,” Luka said, “or rather Scots. It says, ‘Happy Hogmanay.’”

“Hogmanay?” Marinette asked.

“Oh, wait a minute!” Adrien suddenly burst out, “That’s the Scottish flag in the background isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Well spotted.” He turned to face Marinette. “Hogmanay is what we call New Year’s Eve in Scotland. Just like it’s called La Saint-Sylvestre here.”

“So, you’re actually from Scotland too, not just your maman?” Alya asked.

“I was born there. Maman brought us over here just before Juleka came along.” He smiled softly and Marinette’s tongue suddenly felt far too large for her mouth. “She’s determined to make sure we remember everything she can tell us about Scotland.”

Marinette had almost forgotten about the bottle he was carrying until he lifted it, passing it over to her and placing his hand over hers as she reached out for it.

“Here. For you and your family. Guests too,” he said, glancing at the others.

“Oh no! I c-can’t accept-” She cut off unexpectedly at the sound of his gentle laugh once again, a soft sound that made her feel like she had swaddled herself in a fleece blanket -fluffy and warm and impossibly comfortable.

It’s Scottish tradition Ma-ma-marinette,” he chuckled, “I’m your First Footer. I was the first foot to come in over the threshold after midnight. I have to bring you a gift.”

Glancing down at the amber liquid, she noted with a little uncertainty that it was Whisky. Real Scottish Whisky too, from the look of the label. That was kind of…intimidating actually.

“You’re meant to pour out a small shot into a glass and sip it straight -it’s called a dram,” Luka was telling Adrien who was peering over her shoulder at the bottle for a look of his own, “but it can be too strong if you’re not used to it. I take mine with water and ice.”

Feeling her face heat up from the proximity of the only two boys to have ever set her heart compass spinning, Marinette quickly moved away to get glasses for everyone, struggling at first to reach the ones furthest back on the top shelf until Adrien leaned over to help. His chest brushed her back as he did so, and she had to force down a squeak at the contact.

Dashing to the counter, she attempted to pour out small measures of the precious liquid but soon found her hands shaking to do much more than splash the liquid towards the glasses, almost coating the counter while she tried. Luka reached out and steadied her hand helping her to pour first the whisky before topping up one with water from the jug in the fridge to show them all how much to add.

“You should all try it straight first. Just to see what you think,” he said whilst Marinette tried to regain the strength in her knees.

He smirked then began to laugh as they all made a unique assortment of faces at the taste of the strong liquor before adding water and ice, making it only marginally more palatable for them.

The fun of the night continued again soon enough and the longer it went on, the more Marinette seemed to relax – most likely aided by the glass of whisky and multiple glasses of champagne she had drunk.

Turns were taken dancing with one another to the music playing from the TV and anecdotes were shared. Nino became disgruntled for a while when Marinette told a particularly embarrassing story about him tearing his jeans in école and attempting to hide it with his coat tied around his waist until someone had grabbed it from him, but he soon warmed up again when Marinette squawked at his threats to tell everyone of her own childhood adventures.

Luka even convinced them all to attempt singing Auld Lang Syne, something which failed so hopelessly that the girls collapsed to the floor in giggles while the boys attempted to continue with the dancing. Their circle was far too small to allow them to move in and out and Nino kept uncrossing his arms as he tried to concentrate on the lyrics.

“This isn’t fair!” he snickered when the boys too finally gave up, tipsy and slumping to the ground in fits of laughter, “I’m good at English! Some of these words are made up, I’m sure of it.”

“They’re Scots, not English,” Luka explained, scooting across the floor on his knees to sit on Marinette’s right, “There’s Scots, there’s English and there’s Scottish-English. And I haven’t even mentioned Gaelic yet.” He burst out a snort of laughter when Nino flopped onto his back with a grumble.

“So, what does Auld Lang Syne mean then?” Adrien asked from Marinette’s other side, making the girl jump at his sudden appearance.

“Old long ago. Basically, it means ‘the good old days.’”

“Hey! Describe me in Scots!” Adrien said leaning his chin on Marinette’ shoulder and speaking with a ridiculous amount of enthusiasm for a boy who didn’t realise the girl beside him was slowly combusting where she sat.

Luka watched him for a second as he thought before finally- “Bricht easy chuffed. It means you’re excitable,” he snickered.

“What about Nino?” Alya asked watching her boyfriend purse his lips from his spot on the floor next to her before losing her balance and slumping down beside him.

“Leave me out of this!” he complained before rolling over to snuggle into Alya’s side.

“He’s definitely crabbit,” Luka said with a teasing smirk. “Grumpy.”

“And me? And Marinette?” Alya’s slurred and muffled voice asked from Nino’s shoulder.

“Well, right now you’re steaming, blootert, pissed. And puggelt” He hadn’t dropped that smirk. “Drunk and tired.” He only received a soft snore in reply and turned back to where Marinette sat beside him, Adrien also starting to doze lightly on her shoulder.

The sensation of his breath on her neck combined with the intense look Luka was giving her, she began to wonder if a person could actually melt into a puddle, and if they could, would Adrien notice that his pillow had disappeared before or after she started to evaporate from the heat in her face?

“As for Marinette,” Luka said, glancing at the half-asleep boy on her other side before his eyes found hers again, holding her gaze, “I don’t think I’m the only one here who thinks she’s an extremely bonnie lass.”

[restlessmaknae]

snowy season

You couldn’t imagine a winter without Junhoe by your side. Not anymore.

♦ Pairing: boyfriend!Junhoe x girlfriend!reader/you

♦ Genre: fluff, fluff, fluff (+comedy and some light angst in the beginning)

♦ Words: 1.5k

♦ Season Series with soft bf!iKON: Yunhyeong // Donghyuk // Chanwoo // Bobby // Hanbin // Jinhwan // Junhoe

♦ Dedicated to: @binkygee​ because she’s one of the sweetest, kindest, loveliest people I’ve ever met ❤️

♦ A/N: You can also check out iKONICShelves which is a brand new iKON network for writers and readers in the iKON fanfic community (all platforms!).

Snow used to remind you of the bad times. 

That was the time you couldn't escape from home, thus you couldn't escape from all the anger and frustration that your parents triggered in you. Everyone was convinced that you had a loving family, one that was perfect and flawless. The truth couldn't have been further from all the assumptions. Your parents were supportive ‒ in some cases. Your parents took your side ‒ sometimes. Your parents wanted you to be whoever you wished to be, and they accepted you just the way you were ‒ never. They always found something to point out, to criticize, to make fun of. That's why you used to spend so much time outside your house, let it be at the school library, at the mall or at the café with your friends. However, getting home at night in winter was more frightening than spending your time with your parents. Since you lived in the suburbs, only one bus came in every hour, and it darkened quite early. Not to mention that your neighbourhood wasn't the safest one either.

Ever since you met Junhoe, snow wasn't such a bad thing anymore. You met him at a Christmas market when you accidentally bumped into each other, the story of how you two met as simple as that. There was nothing extraordinary about that; you were with your brother and he was with his group of friends. You both apologized, then went on your separate ways. 

However, a week later, you noticed him in your favourite independent café where you frequently went because they had the best caramel latte in the city. Plus, they had one of the nicest staff which was a huge bonus when it came to eating (or for that matter drinking) out. You didn't come up to him because you didn't really have a valid reason to do so. Yet, you noticed him and he noticed you, a small appearing on both of your faces. Not until you visited the café next week, did you actually start talking. The café was crazy busy, and you could barely sit down, so you opted for the seat beside his instead of the one beside a creepy old dude.

Everything was history since then; you started out as mere friends, then friendship turned into something more serious. You started dating after two months of getting to know each other. You grew fond of each other through conversations above a steaming cup of café and through walks along the icy river that ran across the city.

Small wonder he always had something special for each winter you spent together. He exactly knew your relationship with parents, thus he tried his best to make you forget about your painful memories related to winter by creating heart-warming memories instead.

This winter was no different.

Junhoe couldn't stop talking about the annual Christmas market, suggesting more and more activities that were related to the winter celebration.

"How about ice-skating on the Town Hall Square? And there's also a carousel there. Not to mention that a week before Christmas, they'll hold an outdoor movie night when you can watch Frozen," he chattered happily, not giving a crap about the disapproving glances people threw in his direction.

You were having a chill afternoon at the independent café where you met, talking about your plans and duties in December. Your boyfriend was quick to bring up the Christmas market topic, much to your amusement. He was way too adorable when he got immersed into something.

"They play Frozen?" You raised a curious eyebrow at him. A movie night wasn't unheard of, if anything, it was a tradition during your city's Christmas market. However, you had never seen an animated movie in the programme book before.

"Yeah." Junhoe shrugged with that infamous deadpan expression of his. "You know, they want as many people as possible."

"You sure you've seen it right?"

"Yes, it was there. Come and join us for the winter fun ‒ Frozen at the outdoor cinema, December 17th, 7 pm," he cited as if it had been in the news, his unworldly expression making you chuckle. He seemed just as excited as if he had been someone 10 years younger, and his childish joy was contagious.

However, you couldn't deny that you were a bit suspicious, so you decided to check the facts for yourself. Frozen was indeed in the programme booklet of the Christmas market, though not in the way you had expected. It was mentioned in the kids' section. It was stated that they welcome kids up to the age of 14, and there was also a special discount for families. You didn't know how strict they were, thus you gave a call to the organisers.

"So you can't watch the movie if you are an adult?" You repeated the words, furrowing your eyebrows in question.

"Only if you are with a child under the age of 14," the woman on the other side of the phone stated flatly, her voice as bored as if she had been answering the same question over and over again.

You didn't know what kind of regulation was that and what was it for, yet a day after Junhoe first mentioned the Frozen movie night, he also looked into the issue, and found the very same result. Needless to say, he was disheartened. He was sulky for a while because he had already planned out how you would spend the whole day on December 17th. You felt guilty for doubting him, yet at least he didn't have to get to know about the whole thing on the spot. That would have been way worse.

You felt so sorry for Junhoe that you wanted to do something for him. After many failed attempts, you finally came up with an amazing Plan B. Though you needed to convince your 6-year-old cousin who told you at least thirty times that Frozen was too childish and cheesy for her liking before you bribed her with an entire month worth of chocolate, the plan was actually pretty good. Not just because you were the one who came up with it.

So on December 17th, you went to the Christmas market with your little cousin ‒ Daseul ‒ and your boyfriend, Junhoe. Those two didn't really know each other, small wonder Junhoe always whispered questions into your ears such as:

"Do you think she likes me?"

"Did she really laugh at my joke? Was it that good?"

"Would she be mad if I bought her something?"

"Relax, Junhoe," you reassured him with a pat on his back after some more questions. "She likes you, okay? She wouldn't be here if she didn't like you," you tried your best to soothe his nerves because truth to be told, Daseul was a very adamant and very strong-headed girl despite her age, so if she wanted to leave someone behind, she would do it without giving it a second though. Plus, she was hard to please, so seeing how she laughed and enjoyed herself beside Junhoe, you were sure she didn't plan on running away.

"Good." Junhoe let out a long, long sigh as if all the weight had been lifted off his chest.

"You are doing great. Just be yourself, she likes it," you encouraged him, and gave him a quick peck on his left cheek. Him, on the other hand, turned to you and attacked your lips, squeezing all of his gratitude into one very long, very passionate kiss.

"Argh," Daseul snorted from behind you. "You guys are gross," she huffed, turning her head to the little wooden houses instead of you two.

Junhoe was the first to back away, smiling sheepishly at her words. You two exchanged a knowing glance because that's exactly how you felt when you were her age. However, as time goes by and as everyone matures, love doesn't seem so gross anymore.

"Ah, kids these days." You shook your head, a mischievous grin plastered on your face. Junhoe reciprocated your reaction, turning back to watch her reaction.

"Ah, adults these days," Daseul added cheekily. Junhoe and you, you both burst into laughter seeing her theatrical reply. Even though she wanted to appear all fierce and mature, she was as adorable as a little puppy.

Needless to say, the rest of the night was full of teasing remarks on Daseul's parts, and after a while, Junhoe also joined in, his sassy side showing. They got along even better when they were teasing each other, thus you had the time of your life watching their interactions. Watching Frozen was just a tiny part of the wonderful day you spent together, the rest just as heart-warming and fun as the movie itself, if not more. You were supposed to be a family (at least for the movie night), and you had to admit that it wasn't even that odd.

After that day, you could totally imagine Junhoe as a father, and even though you would want to wait for a couple more years before having children, you were sure that he would make an amazing father.

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What was it about the writing of Frozen you didn't like? Because while I do think the movie has good writing for the most part, there are one or two things that bring it down for me.

It gets a bit choppy toward the end for me. Like the first half of the movie is really well-paced and while there are little flaws in the story, overall it’s handled beautifully. But things fall apart around the moment Elsa throws Anna out of the Ice Palace. It starts to rush along a little bit more, giving more time to scenes that should be shorter and less time to others, and really scrambling to include last-minute songs and moments. The three things I’d change are the trolls scene, the Hans reveal, and the ending in general. Here’s how:

The trolls scene with that freaking song is fun and all, but it’s too long. It’s at a point in the movie where time is of the essence. The whole reason Kristoff took Anna there in the first place was because she was starting to show negative symptoms after being struck by Elsa’s magic. She and Kristoff both know this. The audience is even more aware of how bad this could be. Taking those three minutes to sing a forced love song is annoying, wasting time, and just makes the trolls seem like pointless characters. If they were really desperate for that song, then they should have found a reason to have Anna and Kristoff go to the trolls before the Ice Palace, where things weren’t as time sensitive. Maybe have Kristoff realize that Pabbie might be able to help with Elsa’s magic, or he casually mentions how he watched them change Anna’s memories so she goes to get them restored as a way to help her sister. But having that scene where it is takes away from all the fun that’s going on because all the audience can think about is: “You said earlier that getting hit in the heart would be worse. That was where Anna was hit. How come no one is taking this more seriously?”

The Hans reveal also was a wasted opportunity. I get they were really trying to go for subverting the dashing prince trope, but it could have been executed better. I think they were trying to go for the shock value for the audience, along with the characters, but it would have been far more effective had they just stuck with trying to shock the characters. Hans was meant to show that not every handsome, seemingly nice guy is going to sweep you off your feet out of true love. Sometimes there’s an ulterior motive there, and it’s important to take the time to get to know someone before falling in love and saying yes the moment they ask you to marry them. But they could have done the same thing, if not better, had they made it known to the audience early on in the film that Hans was a shady dude. They didn’t have to go full evil mastermind like they did with the red herring that was the Duke of Weselton, but they could have shown a few more moments or added a few more lines that revealed to us that Hans was in this more for himself than he seemed to Anna. They could have kept it a secret to the characters, having him act all nice and sympathetic to Anna and Elsa when he needed to be, but even just a couple lines to the Duke in private about going along with him and showing support would greatly benefit them both, hinting at his plan of taking over the kingdom and possibly rewarding the Duke if he helped him out, would better get the point across that Hans is a bad guy. It would then allow us as the audience to view his interactions with other characters with a grain of salt right from the beginning, leading up to the scene in the study when he reveals his plan to Anna before leaving her to die. I’m not saying they should have told us his whole plan right from the get-go, but they could have made it more obvious that he was up to something, and that we should be just as suspicious of him as most other characters aside from Anna were.

Ok, and now the ending. I’ll first say that it was, for the most part, great. It ended on a really good note, but it was rushed. Really rushed. There should have been a few more lines of dialogue given to Elsa figuring out how to thaw her magic, for starters. Having thirteen years worth of confusion and failure wiped clean by one line that could have been said to her years ago kind of takes away from her struggle. But what’s more is there should have been just a little more time spent given to how she returns to the kingdom. Like they did great with her seeming kind of nervous but also excited to show off her magic, but what if they had given us just another couple minutes before that? Like they sail back to the main dock as they get off the boat Elsa’s really anxious about meeting everyone after all the eternal winter stuff. And maybe the crowd on the docks is also kind of hesitant. There’s a pause, neither party making a move, then maybe a couple small kids (bonus if they’re the same kids we saw getting pulled back from her by their parents in the coronation scene) come forward and ask to see her magic. Maybe that woman who asked if she was alright steps forward and says that she’s glad to see Elsa back, safe and sound. Maybe there could have been something that could have better broken the ice (pun intended) instead of glossing over it and jumping right into the happy ending. Just one last little moment of tension, one last little trial for Elsa to overcome, before going into her opening up as Arendelle’s new Queen.

So, like I said, the movie was good, and its characters were fantastic. These are all little things I’d change if I could, and while some moments make the story weak at times, it doesn’t make this movie bad. The characters are strong enough that it’s easy to overlook some of these issues. And in the end, Frozen is still a really enjoyable movie that I always recommend to people.

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BnHA Chapter 024: Todoroki VS a Giant Robot

Previously on BnHA: All Might told Deku to use the sports fest to become one of the popular kids. Deku was all “but I’m not sure if I want to be a popular kid.” All the other kids in U.A. came over to start some shit with class 1-A. Bakugou was all, YOU GUYS SUUUUUCK, and then this one guy with raccoon eyes literally declared war on them. The other 1-A kids were like AHHH BAKUGOU WHAT DID YOU DO but he was all I’M AIMING FOR THE TOP and fucking everyone was like WHOA and then they all trained and now it’s the day of the fest! Also Todoroki came up to Deku and was like let’s be rivals and Deku was like... ... ....YES.

Today on BnHA: Bakugou ad-libs the Athletes’ Oath. The sports festival kicks off with an obstacle course. Class A gets right into it. Todoroki fucks up some robots. Deku prepares to go fucking apeshit on this thing.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 44 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.) 

fucking go figure that the instant Japan’s population suddenly gets superpowers, they immediately do away with the Olympics and are all, “TIME FOR THE FUCKING HUNGER GAMES, BITCHES”

class 1-A is entering the arena first! well, they fucking earned it. and also they come first alphabetically. but they still fucking earned it

Deku is all OH SHIT THERE ARE PEOPLE HERE WATCHING

and Iida is like yes there are indeed a copious number of homo sapiens gathered here to observe our participation in this grand and glorious spectacle today

Kiri is like BAKUGOU HEY BAKUGOU LOOK AT ALL THE PEOPLE WHAT DO YOU THINK, BAKUGOU

Yamamoto. Yamamoto to Bakudou’s Gokudera. I love it and it’s a fine, fine thing

Bakugou you should be more grateful that you somehow have one friend now

so like seven other classes are coming out now, and then they all gather for the oath!

IT’S THE MADAME

“THE R-RATED HERO MIDNIGHT” OH MY GOD

WOW they sure can get away with a lot in Shounen Jump these days, huh

I mean, you go and do your own thing though, Midnight!

is her power r-rated. sob. I’m. actually really curious loll

WHOA WHAT

WHAT DOES THE STUDENT REPRESENTATIVE DO AND WHY IS IT HIM AND WHEN WAS THAT DECIDED

DEKU’S FACE LMAO

“must be because he placed first in the entrance exam” ah okay

what does the student representative do though

ahhh he’s climbing up to the stage

BAKUGOU’S GOING TO LEAD THEM IN THE OATH OMG

if it’s like the Olympic Oath then it’s going to be really earnest and idealistic and so weirdly out of character for him then

yeah boy you stand up there with your hands in your pockets and do this

...is this the oath

SOMEHOW I get the feeling it’s not lmao

THIS IS WHY YOU DO REHEARSALS FOR THESE THINGS U.A.

everyone is booing him and he’s like flexing up there on the stage and this fucking guy

and meanwhile Deku is standing there thinking deep thoughts about him

oh my god Deku you can’t keep doing this without warning

JUST WRITE A FUCKING FANFIC ABOUT HIM DEKU. GO ON AND WRITE YOUR KACCHAN META. YOU PROBABLY ALREADY HAVE ONE DON’T YOU. IT’S PROBABLY IN YOUR FUCKING NOTEBOOK RIGHT NOW

just. I can’t believe Deku is out here doing my fucking job for me jesus christ

but anyways. what the fuck kind of athlete’s oath was that lmao

and they’re all just shrugging their shoulders and getting on with it. well okay then

so @alessandriana tells me this arc will have some good Bakugou moments, and what with it starting off like that, I can’t wait to see where this is all gonna go

(ETA: THAT WAS A SURPRISINGLY DEVASTATING TWIST AT THE END)

also I’m interested as to what kind of superhero sponsors he’s going to attract (if any) with this kind of plucky FUCK YOU GUYS IMMA WIN THIS THING attitude

the qualifiers! let’s goooo

OOH AN OBSTACLE COURSE

whaaat the fuck lol. “a race between every member of all eleven classes.” like, all of them at once? because that basically IS the hunger games if that’s the case

can you even fit that many people on an obstacle course all at once

a four-kilometer lap around the stadium... exactly how big is this stadium

after a couple minutes’ research, I learned that MetLife Stadium in NJ has a circumference of 2 miles, so this is bigger than that. and MetLife is pretty damn big. no wonder Deku was intimidated by the size of the crowd

so basically the rules are “do what you want but stay on the course”

they could literally start murdering each other or some shit. well, like I said. hunger games

everyone’s lining up for the start and shit’s getting tense

Deku is crouching forward looking all serious and remembering what All Might said about announcing to the world, “I AM HERE”

is he gonna attempt to use One for All again? because he will fuck up his legs, unless he managed a miracle in training these last couple of weeks

“realistically speaking, I still can’t regulate it... to a reasonable extent” well that answers my question. except not really

“that’s why I have to overcome it” yeah, you just stand there and think vague things then, Deku. guess I’m not gonna get a straight answer out of you huh kid

light’s turning green!

here comes a fucking stampede

so exactly how many kids die in this event every year I wonder

where’s exit sign Iida when you need him

hmm Deku seems to be noticing something about the starting gate. probably that it’s the first obstacle

Todoroki is not fucking around lmao

best to just let him get on ahead. he’ll only fuck you all up

Bakugou and Iida should also be pretty fast here though

oho, Aizawa’s sitting next to Mic in the commentary box! and he’s still all bandaged up!! wow, he hasn’t healed yet after two whole weeks... this truly is a different kind of shounen

uh oh here comes the circus

”half and half” lmao

I see Aoyama is up to his usual glorious nonsense

Kirishima should not be fast enough to keep up with the rest of class A with his power but look at him go anyway

I BELIEVE IN YOU ALL, GODSPEED

also when will Homestuck and Birdman get to actually do something anyway??

and I am taking note of that “sizzle” fx coming from Homestuck, which is not helping me to narrow down her mysterious powers at all. I bet it’s clearer in the anime, but I’m kind of worried about spoiling myself now

(ETA: surprisingly it was not clear and I’m still not sure what the hell it is that she creates even after watching that whole arc. it looks like acid, maybe? but who fucking knows.)

OCHAKO SAYS SHE CAN’T BUST OUT HER SUPER-SECRET MOVES YET. SHE HAS SUPER-SECRET MOVES?!

OHO WHAT’S THIS

methinks someone may possibly have a mind control quirk! I was waiting for someone to have a mind control quirk!

Todoroki is impressed by the number of people who made it past his ice blast

were you just planning to freeze all 160 kids there Todoroki

Mineta is trying to do something. Mineta has forgotten that he’s cancelled

better

now what the heck was that thing

ehh? these are the robots from the entrance exam? how cheap and lazy, U.A. I want some Harry Potter obstacles. like dragons and sphinxes and shit

oohhhh but if we can’t have that then I guess I will reluctantly accept Todoroki vs a Giant Robot instead

actually that’s like three giant robots

actually that’s like... uhh... you know what, we’ll just say that it’s a lot

lol the kids from the other courses are like “the hero course kids fought THOSE?” yeah that’s right. show some damn respect

oh that’s right, Todoroki and Momo haven’t seen these before

[SLAMS HAND ON TABLE] RIGHT???! FUCKING RIGHT, MOMO!!!??!! YES, EXACTLY, SOMEONE OVER AT U.A. HAS EITHER A ROBOT-PRINTING QUIRK OR A MONEY-PRINTING QUIRK I SWEAR TO GOD

it would be so fucking funny if everyone got real quiet and turned and stared at Deku expectantly, waiting for him to do something. obviously it won’t happen but just the thought of it made me chuckle

but this time we’ve got good ol’ Frozone here, so

yeah they cheaped out on us Todo

hi hello, um, what

I immediately pictured dad being like an ice dude and mom being a fire gal. so basically like Daenerys and Jon Snow

(ETA: lol got it backwards, but basically)

Todoroki is now freezing the giant robot with ease

lol the other kids are hovering behind him just letting him take out all the obstacles for them

uh oh he doesn’t seem too keen on that

Todoroki did you just. crush a bunch of fifteen-year-olds

well that will certainly hold a number of them back. but probably not anyone from 1-A, or that mind control guy

Deku you were still that far behind?? get moving kiddo

all the robots are staring him down again

I wonder does it count as using his power against someone else if he uses it against a robot

I know it didn’t work the first time, but that was literally the first time, and it was before he knew the microwave trick

go punch some robots Deku

what kind of a face is this. no seriously. it’s like he has absolutely no idea what he’s gonna do, but he’s not gonna let that stop him. haha, well okay

BONUS:

HARVEY BIRDMAN

so you went for 4 syllables on both your first and last names, huh buddy. well then, I’ll go with “Fumikage” for now, since I’m gonna get “Tokoyami” mixed up with Todoroki I think

(ETA: in the end I was forced to memorize “Tokoyami” since that’s what everyone uses. let me tell you, it was exactly as difficult as I predicted. but I did it!)

“favorite things: dimly lit places” wow

(ETA: actually this now makes sense, kinda? except he said that while darkness makes his power stronger, it also makes it harder to control. which sounds scary to me but I guess he’s into it?)

“I personally think this guy is cool beyond cool” yeah I’ll say. dimly lit places. just sitting there in those dark corners eating apples while music from the Cowboy Bebop soundtrack plays

[cedar-woods]

Tips for giving GREAT blowjobs....from a bi guy!

[Reposting from a different forum based on a recommendation from a friend]

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I am a bi guy who really gets into giving great blowjobs. I have done a lot of "research" to learn what works and take pride in sharing what I've learned with others who enjoy giving head. Below are my top tips. Feel free to add to this list or comment!

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Good luck!

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1) GET INTO IT - Nothing can be less satisfying than someone who doesn't seem interested in giving head. How do you show that you're into it? Do a little moaning and groaning. Are you more of the quiet type? Close your eyes and get into a rhythm. Anything really - just don't look bored or disinterested!

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2) THINK CONTRAST - Nothing turns me on more than a wet mouth sliding down my dry cock. When I started giving head, I decided I would try this and it was a hit! Periodically, you simply blow air on a wet cock to dry it off - and then slide your wet mouth down it one more time. Let your partner enjoy the dry-to-wet experience a few times in a session! Just don't overdo it - you will want to mix this technique with other things. For those who want to ramp this technique up a notch, try this with a mint, menthos, or small piece of ice in your mouth.

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3) GO DEEP - and if you cant - FAKE IT! It doesn't matter how deep your throat is, the best cocksucker (or guru) can get sore and tired. How do you still give a deep, toe-curling blowjob you may ask? Create the illusion of deepthroating by using your wet hands. While giving head, moisten your hand with lube (that you don't mind tasting) or saliva, wrap it around your partner's cock, and ensure it is connected to your lips (or close to your lips) as your take the shaft into your mouth - as deep as you can go. Your wet palm has just helped create the sensation of a deeper blowjob and you may have saved yourself a stiff neck in the process. This goes without saying, but I'll add it just in case - watch your teeth. Never, ever use teeth.

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4) Still want to go as deep as you can? THINK ANGLES - So your partner is blessed with a huge schlong (and hopefully an equally large heart and brain) and you really want to help him out. Maybe the hand trick worked, but you want to try more. Think angles. When your partner is sitting down and you're giving him head - you're not putting yourself in the best position to slurp up that cock - it will most likely hit the back of your throat or roof of your mouth. How do you fix this? Try laying on your back on a bed or couch with your head slightly hanging off the bed. Have your partner SLOWLY (yes...I said slow because you will need to get comfortable with this) slide his cock into your mouth and down your throat. You will be able to get a few more inches this way. Be forewarned, you need to do this with someone who you trust. You may also find this too uncomfortable to sustain for a long time....so you could always try...

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5) SUCKING FROM BEHIND - Some guys ABSOLUTELY love being on their stomach or all fours and having their partner suck their cock from behind as it is angled away from their (other) head. Why do some dudes like this? For some, they love the sensation of their partner's nose touching their ass (any rimming fans out there?). Others just like the new angle. Before you do this - make sure your partner is 1) into this and 2) has a cock that bends this way! If you do - you now have a fun tool in your amazing blow job toolkit.

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6) DON'T FORGET THOSE BALLS - Cup them, lick them, hold them. Try different ways to pleasure your partner - just don't ignore these sensitive bits.Personally, I like to take both balls in my partner's mouth while they face my feet. While in this position, I play with their ass (using my nose or fingers). Added bonus: this angle lets your partner stroke their own cock and have a nice release all over your chest.

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7) EYE CONTACT - Looking up at your partner with their cock in your mouth, for some dudes, can drive them absolutely wild. If this is something your partner enjoys, do it often

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8) STAY THE COURSE - Swallow your man's load - unless another scenario has been requested (face? chest? snowball?). And after the initial spurts, continue gently suckling until every last drop is out of his body and into/onto yours

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9) COMMUNICATE - before, during, and after the process. Make sure you're on the same page with what you want to do and like (or prenegotiate that you're going to be spontaneous). Doing this helps make sure everyone has fun!

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[undercovermcdfan]

tics and tacs |vylance, travlyn

prompt: valentine’s double date, travlyn + vylance

a/n: so this turned out to be longer than I intended (almost 9 pages long!!!)– and I have a planned bonus for travlyn, because I’m so sorry, i ended up focusing more on Vylance? Also big props to @crybabytime for helping me and listening to me babble about this fic ajnfkwen ur the best friend

warning(s): fluff, plotting, and hijinks! 

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“So… do you have any plans on Valentines night tomorrow?”

Laurance glared at him from over the top of his glasses, setting down the reports he all but dumped onto his boss’s desk; Laurance and lack of sleep went hand in hand—the past few weeks haven’t been the kindest to him after all. But Travis grinned, arms crossed and legs crossed as he leaned back comfortably in his chair.

Laurance sighed. “I thought everything’s going well with Katelyn?”

“Oh, everything is—but this isn’t about me. Well, not completely,” Travis said, his grin widens at the interest he caught as Laurance set down his pen and leaned back in his own chair. “I know you been having… um, trouble with contacting Vylad— “

“Well trouble is putting it lightly,” Laurance cut in, dejectedly.

Travis nodded in sympathy, but it didn’t ease his excitement, “He’s back. And going be sticking around for a while, from what Katelyn tells me. Meaning he’ll be here on Valentines.” I have his complete attention. “We ended up booking dinner on that night as a double date… but some things to happened, yadda yadda and Katelyn decided to invite Vylad last minute. Since it would be cruel to third-wheel him, I was wondering…”

Despite the fact Laurance obviously wanted to say yes, he hesitated and fiddled with the pen in his hands as he took a moment to ponder the offer. “I know… you know of our situation.”

“I do.”

“And I know why you offered this opportunity to me, Travis.”

Travis hummed, “I still owe you, after what you did for me.”

Laurance’s eyes soften, a small smile appeared, “I guess you do. Alright, I’ll accept—but you have to tell Vylad and if he doesn’t want me to be there, I won’t go.”

Travis rolled his eyes, scoffing, “You silly—why wouldn’t he want you there? Didn’t he almost kiss you?” Laurance glanced away, continue to fidget the pen in his hands. “Well, I wasn’t exactly sober, and… I sort of initiated it.”

“Dude, a response is a response! Don’t worry,” Travis leaned forward, tapping his boss’s desk and Laurance’s eyes met with his, “wear something nice, meet us around 8 p.m. at Le Petit Chaton and… actually would bringing him flowers be too much?”

Laurance mirrored his thoughtful expression, tapping his pen against his chin, “Maybe? It is a date after all.”

“Well, better safe than sorry? The worst he could do is toss them out… I mean, unless he’s allergic to them.”

“Is he?”

“Why would I know, he’s your soulmate!”

“Just because he is, doesn’t mean I know every tiny detail about him—I told you before, he’s like a ghost on social media,” Laurance said with his hands raised, adding a little desperately, “And I would ask Garroth… if he wasn’t my ex. We’re cool but… you know.”

Travis laughed. “Oh wow, you’re fucked.”

“Watch it. You’re still on the clock, and I’m still your boss.”

Travis waved his hand dismissively, smirking, “But I’m also your favorite and you said you like honesty!”

There’s a pause. Then both started to laugh, Laurance shaking his head as he pushed up his glasses. “You’re cocky when it doesn’t count. Be careful with that, Travis.” he said, skimming the report that sat on top of the pile. Travis shrugged, standing up but before he could make his exit, Laurance called out for his name one last time.

“I… If we’re going through with this, and Vylad gives the okay… I have one more condition, Travis.”

Katelyn watched him judiciously, a brow raised and repressing the urge to smirk.

Vylad sighed, staring at the coffee cup Katelyn slid over to him. “I don’t mind,” he said carefully, pausing as he gathered his thoughts, “I guess I take this as a chance.”

“To get his number?”

Vylad’s gaze immediately darted at her, flustering. “No. I… already have his. He left his number behind… after that night,” he mumbled as he trailed off, before clearing his throat, and continued, “I meant a chance as in…. apologizing. It wasn’t appropriate what I did.”

“You mean, nearly did.” Katelyn corrected him. He glared at her and she chuckled, taking a sip of her tea. “Hey, an almost kiss isn’t a kiss. I’m being factual.”

“Why do you do this?” he sighed, shaking his head but now smiling as well, “Did you invite me out for coffee just to tease me?”

“Partly yes, but…” Katelyn glanced away, looking around the empty café shop before leaning closer, “Remember when I said after the dinner, we’d probably go ice skating at the park?”

Vylad immediately looks worried. “Are we not?”

“I had… a rather long discussion with Travis. Because he settled for my idea to go to Kawaii-chan’s restaurant… I ended up agreeing he could choose the second place we’ll go.”

“Oh,” Vylad’s shoulder lower, his frown only grew.

“He was able to get us a VIP room in…. the Club of Hearts. They’re having a rather nice special there— soulmates get in for free, and I heard getting a room is pretty expensive, but he has a connection and Laurance seemed for it….”

Vylad’s hands tightened around his drink, staring at it now. He was thinking.

“I know, it’s sudden and if you’re feeling… not into it, that’s fine.”

He shook his head, taking a swig of his coffee before looking her in the eyes. “I guess. I could try going to… this club.” You obviously want to go because wanted to go, huh. “Though I’m surprised you agreed—I thought you didn’t like that sort of thing?”

Katelyn shrugged, “Travis… can be convincing when he wants to be. And he wouldn’t let up going to this club.”

Vylad stared.

“You met him. He can be dorky but when he’s committed, he’s committed.”

He continued to stare, his eyes narrowing.

“Look— actually, no¸ don’t. I’m the judgmental one, so stop that staring.”

Vylad rolled his eyes good-naturedly, taking another sip of his coffee, “Fine. But it doesn’t stop me from thinking you gone really soft really fast for this guy.”

She blushed, mumbling under her breath but Vylad still caught it: “Well he’s my soulmate after all.”

Laurance supposed being ten, fifteen… forty minutes early wasn’t so bad. Kawaii-chan came around every now and again, making small talk and asking if he’d like a head start with looking at the menu. She played right into curiosity’s hand, though, because her eyes belied her actual questions.

The flowers, picked carefully and bright, tied in a white ribbon; well pressed and put together suit, slim fit and black; his hair, doted on and fretted over hours before by Cadenza, pulled away from his face and into a neat bun. She talked about Dante’s party, batting at his shoulder as he mused out loud how fate was still had her chasing after him; the two weren’t soulmates, Dante did admit he loved her back. Yet… he still avoided her like the plague and Kawaii-chan was too stubborn to acknowledge the hint. But then again, the kindest always were the scariest and she, as long as he knew her, was the type of person who preferred honesty over cowardice.

Eventually, she bit the bullet. “Who’s the lucky person?”

Laurance smiled, glancing away from Travis’s Almost there. See you in 5. text. “Well… I’m with Travis and Katelyn tonight,” he propped his chin up and catching her interest, “They needed another couple for their double date… and while we’re not a couple, I agreed to come.”

“And the mystery person is…”

“He’s a Ro’meave.” A scandalous gasp. Kawaii-chan grinned mischievously. Laurance smiled right back, “It’s not Garroth. It’s Vylad. You do know him, right?”

“Of course, Some of the photographs you see on the wall—I commissioned him for them!” she paused, her eyes growing wide as she ducked closer, “So wait, you’re dating him? Laurance! What’s with you and dating your rival company’s sons?”

He laughed, and she laughed as well. “It isn’t my fault two out of three are my type. But…” he softens, his smile becoming the same, “Vylad is special. We aren’t dating…”

“Yet.” She supplied with another laugh. He nodded, shrugging, “Here’s to hoping it works out?”

“I’ll be rooting for you, my friend.”

“Thank you, KC. I appreciate it,” Laurance paused, glancing at the flowers and her gaze followed. “Um, small question— “

“Don’t worry. He isn’t allergic.”

He brightens, “Thank you.”

Kawaii-chan left to his thoughts, but it wasn’t for long—when she returns, she was escorting his dinner mates for the evening. Katelyn, dressed in prettily in a simple but elegant short dress, and arms around Travis, white curls smoothed back and dressed in a suit as well, though his jacket of it rested on his other arm instead; two settled at the table beside him, excited and warm greetings from Travis while more polite and quieter hello from Katelyn, both who he got up to shake hands with and giving his own friendly, “Hello” and “thank you for inviting me.”

Vylad steps out from behind Kawaii-chan and he’s… just like Laurance remembered him from that night. Though instead of a hoodie and jeans, the man cleaned up nicely, sporting a thin, green scarf tucked under his blazer. He stuck out his hand, giving a shaky but polite smile as their eyes meet—which he took happily, trying to ease off from his eagerness. “It’s good to see you again,” Vylad said, and Laurance warmly agreed.

He knew Travis was watching them, and so did Kawaii-chan and Katelyn—Vylad looked relieved to get the handshake over with, his cheeks slightly red but Laurance dismissed it for the nippy weather outside.

“I got these for you,” Laurance said, offering flowers he brought.

Travis whispered, “Oh. I should’ve brought flowers too.”

“It’s okay,” Katelyn whispered to him, “I like you despite being flowerless.”

They, overhearing the conversation, all laughed and Vylad hugged the flowers close, his smile genuine. “These are nice. Thank you.”

So far, so good. Laurance, placing a hand on Vylad’s back, led him to their table. Hopefully everything goes this well.

Katelyn… was being difficult.

No, not that. She was being reasonable, given the fact she didn’t know why he wanted to part from the other couple—from calling ahead and asking they be put on separate tables to putting subtle suggestions that maybe she wouldn’t want to go to club, after their dinner finished, maybe they should leave early?

But she wouldn’t budge.

Every time he brought of a reason of ‘Hey, they’re getting along! Maybe they should leave them alone and spend the rest of the night separately?’, she shot it down, glancing at him suspiciously over her champagne.

The two couples mingled in conversation, and the atmosphere was easy going. True, he spent a lot of the dinner glancing over at Laurance and Vylad curiously—the two, despite their apparent bumpy night that happened a couple of months ago, fell into conversation very easily. Laurance and Vylad were a little awkward, sure, but the awkwardness was insignificant compared to laughter, bright smiles and stolen glances the two had.

Their conversations would drift from all being included to Laurance and Vylad eventually running off into their own tangent, allowing Travis to get to work on Operation Love Birds (Laurance hated the title, but Zenix and Sasha gave their approval).

Yet Katelyn… she voiced her concerns over the two. They didn’t speak about it out loud, rather texting back and forth between bites.

BB Katie: No. I’m not abandoning Vylad.

Sunny T: We rn’t!!! Plus Laurance is a good guy.

BB Katie: Ik. But it seems scummy if we just left after promising to hang out

Sunny T: I kno I kno. Fine.

Sunny T: What if we leave while at the club tho

BB Katie: >:I Not funny.

He sighed, shaking his head as he looked up. Katelyn glanced over Laurance Vylad, and Travis did as well; the two shyly staring at their plates, Vylad fiddling with his food and Laurance eyeing his drink. Then he glanced at Katelyn.

Leaving them alone, like Laurance asked of him, might’ve been harder than expected.

The Club was classier than Katelyn and Vylad were expecting. Bright, pulsing colors was there and the bouncer was an intimidating force but…

Inside, it was nicely decorated. Sure, the abundance of valentine’s themed decorations lessens the stylishness of the place, it gave an impressive vibe. Vylad walked beside her, both taking in the place as they followed Travis and Laurance to where their supposed VIP room was at.

They settled in the room, plush seats and the soft light illuminating the room did little combat the dimness of the place. The music was alright, not really his taste at the moment but if he been the sort, he could see himself dancing to it.

He sat beside Laurance, and Katelyn sat beside him, Travis taking up the space opposite to Laurance.

Drinks came soon after, as well an order of fried, finger food— “Look, my metabolism is high and it’d be a crime if I didn’t try something.” Katelyn admonished him but soon, between her sips of her colorful drink, she took some of his ordered food.

They chatted, like how they did the restaurant; easy going and comfortable, but things couldn’t stay this way.

A slightly buzzed Travis announced he wanted to try dancing. And Katelyn agreed, with a shrug; the two walked out, hand in hand, the door closing behind them and….

Laurance spoke first, breaking the short-lived silence. “Hey Vylad…” he started, setting down his drink, “I’m… really happy you came tonight.”

Vylad glanced at his lap, nodding. “I’m happy I… came too. And that you’re here.”

There’s some shifting, Laurance was getting closer—maybe he couldn’t hear him well? Even though the room did a lot to cancel out noise, the rhythmic beating of the music made the quiet not completely quiet and maybe his voice was too soft, unable to be heard over it.

But… the wistful side of him wondered if Laurance was getting close for the sake of it.

Maybe he was. When he looked up, Laurance was quite closer and… subconsciously, Vylad’s eyes took a moment to study his face in the lowlight. The jacket was gone, so was the tie—the room was rather warm and the club atmosphere called for an easy-going look. But Laurance must’ve knew what he was doing with the undone buttons of the top of his dress shirt. Vylad firmly kept his scarf on, even if it left him feeling a little hot—he felt he had to hide his white mark.

Laurance’s eyes dart to his mouth for a moment. Vylad froze. Laurance froze, realizing what he done and Vylad noticed.

“Oh—oh Irene, I’m sorry. I’m…” He leaned away, and Vylad felt his cheeks flush, his hands balled up. What he said next, though, surprised Vylad. An apology. Startling him to look up, blues meeting greens, Laurance gave one.

Not just for the awkward moment they shared, but for… the almost kiss that happened forever ago.

But Vylad’s eyes widen when Laurance said, in a careful, even tone: “I… I’m not sure but, I think you might be my white line.” His hand rested ontop of Vylad’s as a sheepish smile pulled on his lips, “And I need to know… do you have one? A white line?”

His hand squeezed around his fingers, and Vylad could hear his heart beat drown out the other sounds.

He couldn’t trust his voice.

And he knew this, he knew Laurance’s white line was him and his white line…

He touched his scarf before carefully unwrapping it; Laurance watched, and when the scarf slid off, his eyes snapped back to his, excitement and nervousness at seeing the white line.

Vylad whispered, almost breathlessly, “It’s… my only line.” Laurance lifted his hand, pausing until Vylad gave him the nod of permission; it felt intimate, the touch, as he traced single white line—and his fingers continue to trail as Laurance leaning closer now.

“What do we do now?” Laurance questioned, and Vylad feel relieved he wasn’t the only one lost.

Well… He tilted his head up, as Laurance’s thumb brushed against his cheek. He shut his eyes, now leaning up towards Laurance.

It wasn’t much of a plan, more along the lines of what felt right—and in the lowlight of an uptown club, alone and hearts racing, a first kiss to break in whatever this was… that had to be step one.

The door swung open and both jerked back.

“Sorry I forg—I. Um. Hi.” Travis stumbled, “Keys. I forgot them. I should… I… Sorry.”

Vylad couldn’t open his eyes. He’d rather die than look at Travis. Instead, he covered his face. “…Just grab them.”

“I—I’m going to. Yes. Grabbing them and—now walking out. Um.” There’s a pause, “You two can continue doing what you were doing?”

“Travis.”

“I’m sorry. Leaving now!”

When Laurance glanced over to him, Vylad’s shoulders were shaking. And the stifled sound of laughter erupted. Soon, the VIP room was filled with laughter, and the two looked at each other in disbelief.

This shouldn’t be so hard.

Laurance ended up driving him home when his ride, Travis and Katelyn, ended up leaving early; Katelyn ended up being the one to text them both with a “Travis is really sorry. Please go easy on him. Ask Laurance for a ride—after all you two seem cozy now : )”. He didn’t reply but he’ll remember, next time him and Katelyn share a coffee friend date, to whine at her tease.

The ride was uneventful, but he never felt lighter. Over the course of the ride, Laurance intertwined their fingers and though his eyes were focused on the road, a smile was on his lips. The radio played soft love song, the streets bright with lights and decoration for the holiday.

When they pulled up to his complex, there was little to say beyond goodnight.

So he didn’t talk.

As Laurance started with his goodbyes, leaning across to press a small kiss against his lips, Vylad turned his head, shifting to catch his winter jacket and pull him even closer.

He thought about what kissing Laurance would be like.

And pulling away, his eyes lit up at Laurance’s dazed look, and his mouth tingled, feeling a small rush. They were nice, with a hint of cherry and warm to press against. It ended far too quickly but it’ll do for now. Opening his passenger door, he stepped out with a quiet “Thank you for the ride.”

“W-wait, Vylad. You can’t—“ Laurance scrambled, and Vylad smiled, chuckling at the flustered way Laurance asked. “I… Do you… I…”

“I wouldn’t mind a second date.”

Laurance sighed in relief, happy he caught on what he was trying to say. “What about next Saturday? You can decide the place.”

“Alright,” he paused for a moment, before adding, “Good night Laurance. Rest well.”

Laurance beamed, waving, “Text me as soon as you can. Have a nice night.”

Vylad watched as the car pulled away– and he wondered what was racing through Laurance’s mind when he pulled him into the kiss. It wasn’t overly romantic for their first… I hope we have more chances to make it up.

[destieldrabblesdaily]

In which Dean Winchester watches that show about ice skating because Charlie keeps bugging him about it, and Cas tags along.  ---

"Oh look, they kissed. I was right after all, Dean." "Jesus, Cas! That wasn't a kiss, it was just a very dedicated hug, they were hugging."

Admittedly, the only reason Dean Winchester started watching that random anime that included ice skating, was because Charlie Bradbury -the sister he never wanted, but totally adored-, kept endlessly bugging him about it. Claiming that it had changed her life, or whatever. Begging Dean to watch it too so that they could geek out over it together, because she needed a buddy to fangirl with, doh.

It wasn't Dean's usual genre at all, but on a rainy Sunday afternoon when the bunker was quiet and boredom took over, he gave in and decided to give it a try. If only to make his friend happy, or to see what the fuss was all about.

He made himself comfortable on his bed, balancing his laptop on his legs, clicking on the first episode, rather skeptical when a cheesy song started playing as the intro began.

"What the-?" He sputtered to himself, but kept watching anyway.

Twenty minutes later, he understood, kinda. The show was strangely addictive. There was some humor, the main character was easy to relate to, and at some point Dean had a brief flashback to how he'd felt that one time when Gabriel let him believe that he was meeting his idol Doctor Sexy. Not to mention the other side of it all; the constant fear to fail or never being enough for anyone or anything.

He was about to eagerly click episode two, when a gentle knock on his door interrupted him, and Castiel walked in without waiting for a reply.

"Heya, Cas!" Dean greeted amiably, not bothered by it in the slightest; the personal space between them had gone out of the window altogether now that Cas was living in the bunker too. "Joining team bored?" He added, already scooting over to make room for the angel.

"So it would seem." Castiel nodded, giving Dean an almost-smile as he sat down on the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes. "Or perhaps I just like spending time with you."

Dean ducked his head to hide his blush as Cas made himself at home on Dean's bed, right there beside Dean, their shoulders firmly pressed together.

"What are we watching?" Castiel asked as Dean clicked 'play'.

Dean chuckled, glancing sideways at his friend. "Apparently something that Charlie's going crazy over, you'll probably earn bonus points with her when you casually mention that you've watched it, too."

There was unmistakable recognition in the blue eyes that gazed back at Dean, as if something was clicking in Castiel's brain. "Ah, I see, it's the ice skating show, isn't it? She's been pushing me about it for quite some time now, but I never got around to watching it." He admitted, his tone fond.

"Yeah, that's the one." Dean huffed a laugh, because of-freaking-course Charlie would throw her obsessions at literally everyone she knew.

Either way, they watched, and watched. Not saying much, but both agreeing that it was good enough to keep watching. It was in the middle of episode six that Castiel made a sudden remark, catching Dean off guard.

"Dean, I think the Russian man and the Japanese man have feelings for each other."

Dean all but choked on his own tongue, because what on earth was Cas talking about?

He told the angel just that. "What the hell, Cas? They're close friends? Can't two dudes be on good terms with each other these days without everyone thinking there's something  going on between them?"

When he peeked at Cas, Castiel was frowning in what looked to be confusion, but didn't respond.

Shrugging it off, Dean pressed play again.

They made it to the end of episode seven, and Dean froze in place as Cas shared another thought.

"Oh look, they kissed. I was right after all, Dean."

"Jesus, Cas! That wasn't a kiss, it was just a very dedicated hug, they were hugging."

He'd blurted out the defense without thinking, but deep down he wasn't all that sure anymore. Because what was all that talk about love? Besides, that Viktor guy was pretty touchy-feely; if previously Dean had thought that Cas had personal space issues, this guy would take the cake for sure. But wasn't that merely a Russian thing? Having never properly met anyone from Russia, Dean had to accept that he didn't know enough about cultural differences to be a good judge here.

They kept watching, Dean's shoulders a bit more tense, even though Castiel seemed perfectly calm and at ease.

It was Dean who felt his heart throb in the middle of episode ten when rings were exchanged. He'd seen enough shows and movies to realize that the setting was a romantic one; that was no friendship ring. When he discreetly turned his head to see Castiel's reaction, there was no denying that the angel looked tremendously pleased with himself. Dean resisted the urge to groan out loud. That stupid know-it-all.

They both remained quiet during the final two episodes, and Dean gruffly ignored how his eyes were stinging when not one but two figures gracefully danced on the ice near the very end.

When the screen turned black, he swallowed the lump in his throat. He carefully set the laptop aside, then shifted to face Cas. Castiel was already observing him, patient as always, waiting for his reaction. Dean's heart fluttered at how close they still were.

"Gotta give it to Charlie... That was... that was not bad." He mumbled eventually, offering Cas a tentative smile.

Castiel smiled back without missing a beat. "Yes... That was very interesting."

"Yeah..." Dean agreed again. And that was when his brain to mouth filter decided to bail on him. "That Yuuri dude is hella lucky, huh?"

Dean chewed his bottom lip, silently cursing himself, but he didn't break his eye contact with Cas, trapped by the intensity of Cas' stare. He could feel Castiel's warm breath on his face; they were that close.

"I'd say that he is." Castiel replied nonchalantly, the smile on his face never wavering. "But if you ask me, Viktor is lucky, too."

And that was it. Dean couldn't possibly be reading this wrong, could he? He'd just been too blind to see it at first, but it was definitely there, and it was definitely not just Dean. In hindsight, Cas might have been dropping anvil sized hints, actually.

Carefully, experimentally, Dean bumped his nose against Castiel's, letting one of his hands cup Castiel's jaw. Cas' eyes fluttered, long lashes brushing his cheekbones, but he didn't object.

Their first kiss was everything that Dean had expected, and better. Considering the many times that he'd thought about feeling those lips on his, none of it could beat reality. They kissed and kissed, until they ended up in a position where Cas had pressed Dean back against the mattress, their hands intertwined, Castiel staring down at Dean in mild surprise when they broke the kiss to catch their breath.

All Dean could do was grin like an idiot, and Cas' expression soon mirrored Dean's.

"So..." Castiel murmured as Dean gazed up at him in wonder, scolding himself for not doing this sooner. "If you don't mind me asking, was that a kiss? Or a dedicated hug?"

Dean glared daggers at Cas as he grabbed both Castiel's wrists to flips them over, pinning that know-it-all angel to the mattress instead, determined to kiss that feigned innocence off of his face without mercy.

                                                             ~

Later that night, Dean texted Charlie.

'Guess you weren't wrong after all, that ice skating stuff that you're into kinda changed my life.'

[deadcactuswalking]

REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 21st October 2018

Ughhhhhhhh

Okay so we have an episode of REVIEWING THE CHARTS. All this week I’ve not been in either the right physical state or mental state (and I’m probably still not in either of those) to do basically anything and I’ve felt like keeping up with this is a chore. It’s late as all hell, but here is a shorter – and probably crappier-written – episode of RTC. There’s going to be a Halloween special on a Charlie Brown special sometime near Halloween so check that out but let’s just stop wasting time.

Top 10

To my nonexistent surprise, “Promises” by Calvin Harris and Sam Smith replaces last week’s debut and returns to the number-one spot for what I believe is its seventh week.

“Funky Friday” by Dave and Fredo, however, has not moved as much as I thought it would have, dropping only one space down to the runner-up spot.

“Happier” by Marshmello and Bastille, however, is not moving at all at number-three.

“Shallow” by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper moves up two spaces to the top five at number-four.

There’s a debut at number-five – yep, that’s “Woman Like Me” by Little Mix featuring Nicki Minaj, the lead single from their upcoming fifth album, also the first time their lead single hasn’t gone to #1 initially in a while.

“Let You Love Me” by Rita Ora, meanwhile, is down a position to number-six.

The meme seems to be wearing off at number-seven, fortunately, where “I Love It” by Kanye West and Lil Pump featuring Adele Givens is down three spots, although it may rebound soon due to either YANDHI or Harverd Dropout, whenever the hell they’re dropping that is.

“In My Mind” by Dynoro and Gigi D’Agostino is down a spot to number-eight.

As is “Electricity” by Silk City and Dua Lipa at number-nine.

Finishing off the consecutive trio of one-downers is “All I Am” by Jess Glynne at number-ten.

Climbers

There aren’t many, but they’re bigger than I expected, actually. “Always Remember Us this Way” by Lady Gaga is up eight spots to #31 – I think this may be because of a video? That’s also probably why “Girls Like You” by Maroon 5 featuring Cardi B is up six to #25, after God knows how many weeks. “Taki Taki” by DJ Snake, Ozuna, Cardi B and Selena Gomez, the Godawful trash volcano that it is, is up 12 spots to #21. Meanwhile, “No Stylist” by French Montana featuring Drake inexplicably has a 10-space boost into the top 20 at #19. Guess the Drake verse is all you need these days.

Fallers

Fallers, on the other hand? Oh, trust me, we had plenty. Let’s start with pop and dance:

“Eastside” by benny blanco, Halsey and Khalid is down five to #16, “breathin” by Ariana Grande is down eight to #26, “Thunderclouds” by LSD (Labrinth, Sia and Diplo) is down 12 spots to #29, right next to “Body” by Loud Luxury and brando down 11 to #30.

We had a pretty sizeable handful of rock or rock-adjacent hits getting hurt too, like “High Hopes” by Panic! at the Disco is down five to #18, “Shotgun” by George Ezra is shot down six spots to #20 and “Falling Down” by Lil Peep and XXXTENTACION is doing just that to #33.

Hip-hop and R&B suffered too: “Venom” by Eminem is down seven to #23, “Best Life” by Hardy Caprio and One Acen is down five to #35, right next to “Drip Too Hard” by Lil Baby and Gunna down eight to #36, as well as “Lucky You” by Eminem featuring Joyner Lucas down 14 to #37, and “Taste” by Tyga and Offset down 13 to #38.

Dropouts

We didn’t have any returning entries this week, and I don’t know if we had any dropouts either, to be honest, because the website that I can quickly extract that info from has yet to update in weeks. I can tell for a definite “KILLSHOT” by Eminem is gone but otherwise I’d just be guessing or checking other websites and examining the info and I don’t want to do that, I have some common sense, and I don’t want this episode to be out any later. New arrivals.

NEW ARRIVALS

#40 – “Advice” – Cadet and Deno Driz

For our weekly dose of tropical faux-dancehall faux-grime, we have a dude who sounds like a mixture of Swae Lee, Sean Kingston and MC Smally, and his more aggressive friend and/or dodgy uncle who relies on ad-libs to finish his rhyme scheme. Honestly, despite the nonsensical premise of roadman Sean Kingston and his uncle talking about girls they get on Instagram, I kind of like this actually. I love how they trade bars in the pre-chorus, and they’re giving each other advice about picking up women, kind of like “Without Me” by Shaggy and RikRok but British, if that makes sense. The steel pans and cheap synths can’t back up the admittedly pretty fun content and energetic flows from both Cadet and Deno Driz (no, I don’t know which one is which and I don’t care), however, and it ends incredibly abruptly. If these guys got better production, I can see myself enjoying them in the future. For now, well... Cal Chuchesta and Rob Scallon did it better. Just saying.

#24 – “Thursday” – Jess Glynne

So this is the break-out track from Jess Glynne’s sophomore effort, Always in Between, and what I imagine she’s pushing as the next single due to its success. I figured it would be a dance track like Glynne does best, but no, the label seems to be pushing a strong almost ballad-type song, with an incessant acoustic guitar riff that just continues in a building up of airy, foamy synths, until after the first chorus, we get a cheap-sounding but effectively nonexistent instrumental; yes, I complain about production being so bland it’s basically not there, but here, it works, putting more emphasis on Jess Glynne’s powerful vocals here. They’re not fantastic or even pushing her voice to any limits as such, but they feel raw, fitting in with the desperate lyrics, with the chorus reading “I just want to feel beautiful”. Yes, it’s kind of cheesy, yes, it’s kind of “Fight Song” by Rachel Platten (that should always be your go-to adjective for this type of song), but you know what, it just clicks. I don’t appreciate the “oh, oh, oh” repetition in the hook because it feels unnatural despite all of what I just said, so that kind of disappoints me, but if there were any empty spaces for the instrumental here, this wouldn’t exactly feel like a song. It’s on very thin ice and I feel like with just one more touch, this could easily be made either awful or awesome, but for what it is as it was released, it’s pretty good. Maybe I should check out that album after all, I mean, I heard “These Days” is on it and I loved that.

#13 – “MIA” – Bad Bunny featuring Drake

A Drake debut not in the top 10? Preposterous.

Okay, when I first saw this song, I figured it meant MIA as in a member of the armed services, because Drake likes to make up this little “gangsta” persona for himself. Then I saw “MIA” and thought maybe Bad Bunny and Drake were going to compare their girl to an independent, strong, not afraid to experiment (I figured Bad Bunny wasn’t above making Katy Perry references, I guess) and incredible woman and artist, M.I.A., the rapper we all know for “Paper Planes”... although, then I looked into it, “Mia” is a female first-name, right? Is Bad Bunny seriously just name-dropping his real-life girlfriend or ex in the song? No, well, “mia” means “my” in Italian, so it’s just about “everyone wants my girl, but she’s my girl, so step off, fellas”. Maybe I thought too much into the title but damn, it has so many possible meanings, and hell it could mean all of those things but I highly doubt Bugs and Daffy put that much thought into it. This whole title ramble is me trying to covering up how I have nothing to say about the song other than I think I actually really like it. It has a pretty nice groove, albeit almost completely drowned-out by the watery synths (which, yes, I like to). Bad Bunny’s voice has always appealed to me, especially his little “I’m a dog who just went out in the rain and I’m washing it off by just spreading it and flapping my fur” ad-lib. You know the one, the “bgdrrrhr!” Mostly, however, they’re gone, instead he has a really sweet high-pitched vocal harmonising with him and Drake, who sounds beautiful on the hook, by the way. Yeah, didn’t expect to like this one, but maybe I should check out more Bad Bunny. His song “Amorfoda” is one I dig too, check it out, I’ll be talking about it on my worst list as almost a comparison piece for what my #1 did wrong, hopefully that doesn’t spoil my incredibly predictable choice or anything.

#11 – “ZEZE” – Kodak Black, Travis Scott and Offset

“ZEZE, do you love me?” No, frankly, you’re quite boring, although D.A. Doman’s production is pretty competent, at least. I guess the steel pans don’t do as much for me because I hear them every week on this show, but it’s still alright, I’m pretty sure he produced “Taste” too so I’ll check out what he does nowadays, he can be pretty good. Everyone else ruins it, though. How can you get such a cleanly-produced, airy-sounding beat and just puke all over on it with ad-lib madness? Seriously, with the vocals, this feels cluttered as all hell. The bass is overpowering but Travis and Kodak Black’s autotune both make everything so hard to listen to, especially with the amount of reverb-addict ad-libs throughout. In Kodak’s typically off-beat verse, there’s extra vocal harmonisations as well, that I think are the same guy from “Taste”, to be completely honest. Offset raps well but the ad-libs, again, are too much, it’s just way too much in so little time, like a shoddy BTS song by a rapist and a homophobe. Oh, yeah, and it was a meme three weeks before it released, leading it to debut at number-one in Canada, because Canadians seem to have lost their capability to both make AND listen to good music this year. Sad.

#5 – “Woman Like Me” – Little Mix featuring Nicki Minaj

This new album by Little Mix, (lazily) titled LM5, is going to be women and women only! Just female stars and vocal powerhouses on this record, baby... until you realise two frat boy-looking dudes are on the bonus track and this song was written by Ed Sheeran. It’s safe to say I’m never excited that much for a Little Mix album, and the addition of Nicki Minaj as a feature has never given me much to write home about since “Monster” by Kanye West, so expectations were low, and somehow I was still disappointed... because it leads me in with that sassy guitar and intro, before immediately plunging me into suck. The trap beat kicks in, with a badly-mixed autotuned Jesy rapping pretty awfully, to say the least, before sloppily cutting to the pre-chorus with that guitar, but also the trap percussion and “whoop!” vocal effects, and that ear-piercing falsetto note that acts like a synth during the drop, where the bass overpowers everything. Hell, everything about this song is sloppy. They take vocals from other takes and make no effort to connect them together in any comprehensible manner. The autotune constantly put on Jesy is not only unnecessary because she and all of the girls have great voices but it feels cheap. When Nicki Minaj comes in, it actually gives me some space to breath with the empty space between “b****es is my sons” punchlines and a blunt, boring flow as she simply states, “I want all the money”, without any jokes or any wordplay or anything, just she wants all the money. Why does Nicki have to come in during the last chorus and outro, too? Why is everything so all over the place in this song? This is an atrocity. What a half-hearted failure. Steve Mac produced this? What—actually, no, that explains a lot, in fact, it makes me believe anyone on this song tried, because when Steve Mac doesn’t try the end result is listenable (i.e., “What About Us”, “Shape of You”) but when he does we get stuff like “Alarm” by Anne-Marie, “Rockabye” by Clean Bandit and this? Wait, Steve Mac also produced “Thursday”? Well, that explains the shoddy vocal mixing present in both, but God, he’s not having the best of weeks. Take a few months off, Mac. You need it, and maybe during then, don’t try at all so you get into the habit of phoning everything in. That’s the only thing you’re good at.

Conclusion

Little Mix and Nicki Minaj get Worst of the Week for “Woman Like Me”, no question, but I didn’t expect to give Best of the Week to Bad Bunny and Drake for “MIA”, with Honourable Mention going to Jess Glynne for “Thursday” and Dishonourable Mention to Kodak Black, Travis Scott and Offset for “ZEZE”. What a messy week, and quite a few pretty messy songs, actually. Few of these songs feel like they were made by competent producers, honestly. See ya next week!

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Tips for giving amazing blowjobs - from a bi guy!

Cross-posting this after a suggestion from a follower!

I am a bi guy who has worked hard to learn what it takes to give memorable, toe-curling blowjobs. Below are a few tips I have pulled together that might help!

Good luck and you can direct message me if you'd like to talk more about this!

1) GET INTO IT - Nothing can be less satisfying than someone who doesn't seem interested in giving head. How do you show that you're into it? Do a little moaning and groaning. Are you more of the quiet type? Close your eyes and get into a rhythm. Anything really - just don't look bored or disinterested!

2) THINK CONTRAST - Nothing turns me on more than a wet mouth sliding down my dry cock. When I started giving head, I decided I would try this and it was a hit! Periodically, you simply blow air on a wet cock to dry it off - and then slide your wet mouth down it one more time. Let your partner enjoy the dry-to-wet experience a few times in a session! Just don't overdo it - you will want to mix this technique with other things. For those who want to ramp this technique up a notch, try this with a mint, menthos, or small piece of ice in your mouth.

3) GO DEEP - and if you cant - FAKE IT! -It doesn't matter how deep your throat is, the best cocksucker (or guru) can get sore and tired. How do you still give a deep, toe-curling blowjob you may ask? Create the illusion of deepthroating by using your wet hands. While giving head, moisten your hand with lube (that you don't mind tasting) or saliva, wrap it around your partner's cock, and ensure it is connected to your lips (or close to your lips) as your take the shaft into your mouth - as deep as you can go. Your wet palm has just helped create the sensation of a deeper blowjob and you may have saved yourself a stiff neck in the process. This goes without saying, but I'll add it just in case - watch your teeth. Never, ever use teeth.

4) Still want to go as deep as you can? THINK ANGLES - So your partner is blessed with a huge schlong (and hopefully an equally large heart and brain) and you really want to help him out. Maybe the hand trick worked, but you want to try more. Think angles. When your partner is sitting down and you're giving him head - you're not putting yourself in the best position to slurp up that cock - it will most likely hit the back of your throat or roof of your mouth. How do you fix this? Try laying on your back on a bed or couch with your head slightly hanging off the bed. Have your partner SLOWLY (yes...I said slow because you will need to get comfortable with this) slide his cock into your mouth and down your throat. You will be able to get a few more inches this way. Be forewarned, you need to do this with someone who you trust. You may also find this too uncomfortable to sustain for a long time....so you could always try...

5) SUCKING FROM BEHIND - Some guys ABSOLUTELY love being on their stomach or all fours and having their partner suck their cock from behind as it is angled away from their (other) head. Why do some dudes like this? For some, they love the sensation of their partner's nose touching their ass (any rimming fans out there?). Others just like the new angle. Before you do this - make sure your partner is 1) into this and 2) has a cock that bends this way! If you do - you now have a fun tool in your amazing blow job toolkit.

6) DON'T FORGET THOSE BALLS - Cup them, lick them, hold them. Try different ways to pleasure your partner - just don't ignore these sensitive bits.Personally, I like to take both balls in my partner's mouth while they face my feet. While in this position, I play with their ass (using my nose or fingers). Added bonus: this angle lets your partner stroke their own cock and have a nice release all over your chest.

7) EYE CONTACT - Looking up at your partner with their cock in your mouth, for some dudes, can drive them absolutely wild. If this is something your partner enjoys, do it often

8) STAY THE COURSE - Swallow your man's load - unless another scenario has been requested (face? chest? snowball?). And after the initial spurts, continue gently suckling until every last drop is out of his body and into/onto yours

9) COMMUNICATE - before, during, and after the process. Make sure you're on the same page with what you want to do and like (or prenegotiate that you're going to be spontaneous). Doing this helps make sure everyone has fun!

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Tips for giving AMAZING blowjobs

Cross-posting this after a suggestion from a follower!

I am a 30+ bi guy who has worked hard to learn what it takes to give memorable, toe-curling blowjobs. Below are a few tips I have pulled together that might help!

Good luck and you can direct message me if you'd like to talk more about this!

1) GET INTO IT Nothing can be less satisfying than someone who doesn't seem interested in giving head. How do you show that you're into it? Do a little moaning and groaning. Are you more of the quiet type? Close your eyes and get into a rhythm. Anything really - just don't look bored or disinterested!

2) THINK CONTRAST Nothing turns me on more than a wet mouth sliding down my dry cock. When I started giving head, I decided I would try this and it was a hit! Periodically, you simply blow air on a wet cock to dry it off - and then slide your wet mouth down it one more time. Let your partner enjoy the dry-to-wet experience a few times in a session! Just don't overdo it - you will want to mix this technique with other things. For those who want to ramp this technique up a notch, try this with a mint, menthos, or small piece of ice in your mouth.

3) GO DEEP - and if you cant - FAKE IT! It doesn't matter how deep your throat is, the best cocksucker (or guru) can get sore and tired. How do you still give a deep, toe-curling blowjob you may ask? Create the illusion of deepthroating by using your wet hands. While giving head, moisten your hand with lube (that you don't mind tasting) or saliva, wrap it around your partner's cock, and ensure it is connected to your lips (or close to your lips) as your take the shaft into your mouth - as deep as you can go. Your wet palm has just helped create the sensation of a deeper blowjob and you may have saved yourself a stiff neck in the process. This goes without saying, but I'll add it just in case - watch your teeth. Never, ever use teeth.

4) Still want to go as deep as you can? THINK ANGLES So your partner is blessed with a huge schlong (and hopefully an equally large heart and brain) and you really want to help him out. Maybe the hand trick worked, but you want to try more. Think angles. When your partner is sitting down and you're giving him head - you're not putting yourself in the best position to slurp up that cock - it will most likely hit the back of your throat or roof of your mouth. How do you fix this? Try laying on your back on a bed or couch with your head slightly hanging off the bed. Have your partner SLOWLY (yes...I said slow because you will need to get comfortable with this) slide his cock into your mouth and down your throat. You will be able to get a few more inches this way. Be forewarned, you need to do this with someone who you trust. You may also find this too uncomfortable to sustain for a long time....so you could always try...

5) SUCKING FROM BEHIND Some guys ABSOLUTELY love being on their stomach or all fours and having their partner suck their cock from behind as it is angled away from their (other) head. Why do some dudes like this? For some, they love the sensation of their partner's nose touching their ass (any rimming fans out there?). Others just like the new angle. Before you do this - make sure your partner is 1) into this and 2) has a cock that bends this way! If you do - you now have a fun tool in your amazing blow job toolkit.

6) DON'T FORGET THOSE BALLS Cup them, lick them, hold them. Try different ways to pleasure your partner - just don't ignore these sensitive bits.Personally, I like to take both balls in my partner's mouth while they face my feet. While in this position, I play with their ass (using my nose or fingers). Added bonus: this angle lets your partner stroke their own cock and have a nice release all over your chest.

7) EYE CONTACT Looking up at your partner with their cock in your mouth, for some dudes, can drive them absolutely wild. If this is something your partner enjoys, do it often

8) STAY THE COURSE Swallow your man's load - unless another scenario has been requested (face? chest? snowball?). And after the initial spurts, continue gently suckling until every last drop is out of his body and into/onto yours

9) COMMUNICATE Before, during, and after the process. Make sure you're on the same page with what you want to do and like (or prenegotiate that you're going to be spontaneous). Doing this helps make sure everyone has fun!

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