#but friday will come around and i'll go back to my usual routine

[newwave-lesbian]

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[joonberriess]

⊹₊ ⋆ “They can't deny our love, they can't divide us, we'll survive the test of time, I promise I'll be right here, standing next to you,”

TAGS — drunk sex, dirty talkin’, jk’s a pervy mess, oc is smitten this time round bc she’s soft, unprotected sex, creampies, oc rides it nice n good before jk pounds her, tit play(?) not much, anGSTY, like full on crying bro, making out, like a lot, oc n jk go on a date, THERE IS PLOT THIS TIME, mentioned shower sex, messy sex, oc’s got that creamy puss—, soft ;( , sleazy baby daddy au!

WORD COUNT — 6.9 k

The day started out like any other: you woke up, dressed Jiho for school following your usual routine of heading to the gym after dropping your baby off. From there you headed to the office to catch up on unfinished projects, a meeting or two slipped into your schedule but nothing too crazy. You manage to squeeze in a small break at home before having to go and get Jiho.

It’s a Friday and you realize that you don’t have much planned for the day or weekend so you decide on dropping off Jiho at your moms and enjoying a weekend of solitude to yourself. You’re practically daydreaming about taking the biggest nap of your life after this, hell maybe you can finally taste that new wine you recently bought. You practically buzz with excitement on the way, and back home.

Unfortunately life had a funny way of working sometimes.

“Hello?” You sigh deeply whilst pacing back and forth. It was just your luck that your car decided to be a pain in the ass by breaking down on the side of the road. Now you’re stranded outside of the city after dropping off Jiho.

“Baby? What’s up, somethin’ wrong?” Jungkook replies, you can hear him shuffling around on the other end of the line, “You callin’ cause you miss my dick–”

“No dipshit,” you pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance, “I got left stranded after dropping Jiho with my mom, car gave out on me and now I’m stuck outside the city kinda.” You look around, “Can you come help me out please?”

“Sure, I’ll be there in about twenty minutes top. Did you call the tow truck or nah? If you didn’t I can call while I’m on my way.”

You sigh in relief, “No I didn’t, but call your one friend. I’ll send you the location right now, bye.” You hang up and quickly send him your location. There isn’t really much to do so you sit back and scroll through your social medias to pass the time. Jungkook stays true to his word though and shows up in twenty minutes like he had promised. He’s not in his car though because today he’s brought his motorcycle.

“Hey.” You greet calmly and step out of your car. You make your way over to him, coming to a stop in front of his bike with your arms folded over your chest. You would rather not admit to anything (at least out loud) but he looks pretty hot, you can see his unruly hair underneath his helmet.

Jungkook slips his helmet off and shakes his hair out of his face, “Hi baby,” he grins, “so what happened here, hm?” He talks to you like he’s talking to a toddler, all teasing and shit. You don’t bother hiding your annoyance as you roll your eyes, making him laugh, “Alright, alright, but seriously what happened mama?” He leans over to bring you into his side, landing an obnoxious wet smooch over your lips.

You scrunch your face up and nod your head in the direction of the car, “Stopped out of nowhere, turned off and everything.”

He looks over at it and hums, “Pop the hood for me, gonna give it a look before Eunwoo comes.” He lets you go and rounds the front of the car, giving you a thumbs up to pop the hood up for him.

It unlocks and Jungkook opens it up leaning over the car with quiet “tch, tch, tch” noises as he tries to see what was wrong with it. You step out to watch him closely, trying to ignore how good he looks in a white wife beater with his arms and tattoos all out. Jungkook doesn’t even have to try when it comes to getting you hot and bothered.

“Shit babe,” Jungkook hisses and recoils, “you need to get the oil changed, ‘s fuckin burned and dried out. Top of that, I think the battery is either old or it just needs a charge.” He shakes his head with a grimace.

You sigh in relief, happy that it wasn’t anything major, “I’ll get it checked out at the shop then,” you help him slam the hood closed, “thanks.”

“Mm,” he leans against the car staring down at you, “need a ride back home?” He licks his lips, not bothering to hide the fact that he’s checking you out in broad daylight with that lecherous look in his eyes.

You nod, “Please, it’s finally my day off and this happens.” You chuckle bitterly and kick a rock, “Was looking forward to a nap, guess that won’t be happening.”

“Hm, I know a way we could pass the time..” He slides his hand around your waist, teasingly pulling at the belt loop of your jeans, “I can make you forget ‘bout all this mess mama.” He says in a low tone, “Just say the word..”

You bring him close with a hand around the back of his neck, lips inches away and eyes full of lust. “You’re so cute,” you softly breathe out as his eyes light up with arousal, “but no.” You pinch his arm extra hard, listening in satisfaction when he cries out in pain, “I’m not fucking you on the side of the road. Especially since Eunwoo might be close by, yeah no thanks.” You snort.

“Ow you fucking hurt me.” Jungkook hisses, “You left a mark! Look at that!” He thrusts his arm out to show the red mark you left, “Kiss it better.” He huffs quietly and eyes you expectantly.

You look back at him with a blank stare, “No,” you step to the side and look out for the tow truck, “last I checked I’m not the one responsible for kissing boo-boos,” you fold your arms over your chest, “you’re a grown ass man deal with it.”

Jungkook quietly laughs under his breath, “No you’re right—I can give you something else to kiss better.” He dodges your hand, laughing loudly while ignoring the colorful words you spew at him, “C’mon it was a little funny.”

“No it wasn’t,” you hiss while smacking his arm, “you’re so fuckin’ dumb Jungkook.” You try hard to fight off the chuckle stuck in your throat, “Oh my god.” You turn away, shoulders shaking as you quietly laugh to yourself.

Jungkook comes behind you to pull you into his chest while swaying side to side with you, “C’mere,” he leans down to kiss the side of your face, “go out for dinner with me, saw a new place open up and it has a lot of your favorites.” He murmurs in your ear.

“Yeah?’ You reply softly, “Where is it?”

“Gangnam,” Jungkook curtly replies while burying his face into your shoulder, “you down for some fun?”

You haven’t been out since your last girls trip to Jeju and that was like two months ago. Fuck it—you think—it’s friday and you don’t have to worry about work till tuesday. With Jiho being out for the weekend you guess you can unwind too. Plus Jungkook could be fun to be around with..sometimes. You won’t ever admit it though, what Jungkook doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“Okay, sounds good. You need to drop me off at my apartment though, gotta get ready ‘n stuff.” You see the tow truck pulling into the side of the road, “C’mon, your friend’s here.” You pull away and start walking towards your car.

In the end Jungkook takes you to his apartment to get ready, he literally has you packing a overnight bag with everything you could possibly need for a weekend stay. You don’t even know why you agree to staying the weekend with him but Jungkook says something about Gangnam being close to his place and how he’d probably not be able to drive you back home if you two end up finishing late at night. You know it’s not that though, but you don’t have the heart to call him out for it.

“Lace,” Jungkook smirks as he looks at the underwear you dropped on his bed after opening up your bag, “red too, damn this for me mama?” He dangles the cheeky pair of panties up in the air.

You hum in response, not really focused on him because you’re trying to fix your grinder, “Gonna pregame or what?” You finally say after getting it to work, “Or you too old Jeon?” You stick your tongue out with a smirk while adding in some bud.

Jungkook throws his head back with a laugh, “Babe you trying to get me cross-faded? Fuck I don’t even think I’ve pregamed in a while, don’t wanna get shit-faced just yet though,” he scratches his nose, “so shots? We both need to remember our livers don’t work like they used to.”

“Yeah, yeah hold on.. let me finish real quick.” You mumble to yourself. The blunt hangs from your lips when you finish rolling it, old habits die hard you guessed when you go around picking up Jungkook’s clothes off the ground. You go around cleaning a little bit of his room before heading into his bathroom to start the water.

You and Jungkook smoke about half of the blunt together before taking a shot, which you end up pulling a face at and shaking your head, “Fuck I haven’t drank this shit since college,” you wipe your lips, “ugh, I’m gonna go shower. Bleh,” you try to get the bitter taste out of your mouth while disappearing into his bathroom.

Of course Jungkook doesn’t leave you alone as he follows you into the shower. By the time you’re both out there’s only a hour left before you two have to head out, “Babe I invited Hoseok and Yoongi if that’s cool with you,” he says loudly from inside the walk-in closet, “Yoongi said something about him and your one friend going together.”

“Who Hyejin?” You try to reply while lining your lips, “She’s the one who texted me like ten minutes ago,” you smack your lips together, “or is it someone else?”

Jungkook comes out wearing a black blazer over a white top, “Uhh I think?” He passes by with a cheeky ass grab, “ready for another shot?” He heads out to bring back the bottle, “Or you going to drink from the bottle?” He smirks lazily, you both end up taking a swig from the bottle.

“Okay, I’m ready.” You pull one of Jungkook’s black leather jackets over your body, “I don’t care if you only had one drink or no drinks, we’re both walking or getting a ride got it? I don’t wanna hear you complaining about having to leave the car overnight,” you sternly say to him as you both head out together, “I’m not trying to die in the middle of fuckin’ fall, ‘s freezing tonight.” You shiver a little.

Jungkook snorts, “Babe I’m a little cross-faded, but it’ll go away I promise-” he stops himself from finishing his sentence when he sees the glare you’re sending his way, “okay, okay, fine we’re gonna catch a ride home.” He winds his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in closely, “Nice little date night isn’t it?”

You snort quietly and look up at him in amusement, “Date? Ew, as if. We haven’t been on one of those in ages.”

“Don’t be such a little party pooper, first date and you’re already complaining? I’m hurt baby,” Jungkook holds the lobby door open for you, smacking your ass when you slip past him, “just wait and see, ‘m gonna make this the best night ever.”

His words make you roll your eyes, “Sure.” You’re secretly endeared though, and you can’t help but wonder what has you so soft with him today. Usually you found it annoying when he said corny/sappy shit but for some reason it’s cute? Maybe you really were in a good mood.

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“Well don’t you look pretty,” Hyejin grins as she slips her arm around you waist, “you lil’ fuckin floozy, you fucked him didn’t you?” She laughs softly, “Look at all the marks, fuck lemme see,” she tries to take a peek into your dress.

“Hyejin,” you hiss while pushing her off of you, “you’re gonna show my entire tit to everyone around, stop.” You quietly laugh, “And for your information we didn’t go all the way because I didn’t let him, he only ate me out I swear.” You whisper into her ear, jumping in alarm and rushing to cover her mouth when she yells out loud.

She winks at you deviously before going back to her seat next to Yoongi. It’s nice being with friends like this, plus the restaurant was everything you hoped for. The vibes and atmosphere were pleasant, it was kinda reminding you of your college days when you and your friends stayed out late. It brings a tiny smile to your face.

“So how you been y/n?” Hoseok speaks up, “Felt like I haven’t seen you in forever.” His eyes dart back and forth between you and Jungkook, eyes taking in the way you’re both sitting so close.

“Been good, just working nothing too crazy, how bout you?” You nod your head at him, “Still doing that thing you told me about—fuck I keep forgetting what it was—but yea, you still doing that or..?”

Hoseok sips his beer with a nod, “Yeah,” he notices the way Jungkook’s hand tightens around your shoulder, “ ‘s gotten busier but business is good so I can’t complain you know?” He sheepishly smiles.

You briefly look over at Jungkook to see he’s got his tongue poking the inside of his cheek—the thing he does when he’s either angry or bothered—you’re not so sure why he’s pissy but you don’t dwell on it, “That’s good, let me know how it goes though. Can’t say I’m not interested from what you told me.” You feel Jungkook squeeze your arm, releasing it after a couple of seconds and then going back to stroking his hand up and down.

You both stay huddled close the rest of the night, Jungkook keeps his hand over your thigh and you have your head against his shoulder. The night only gets wilder as the restaurant turns into a full party with people singing and enjoying the loud music, Hoseok orders shots for everyone and by the time you check your phone to see that it’s one in the morning you’ve already lost count of how many drinks both you and Jungkook had.

“Another shot or what? You said you could out drink me, I wanna see your ass try,” Yoongi hiccups while sending you a glare, you notice that Hyejin’s already passed out with her face buried in his neck.

You grunt in annoyance and push at Jungkook’s arm, “Didn’t say, I know I can.” You rumble back and manage to take the shot, “Now you asshole.” You nod your head, “Hurry up Yoongi, you’re getting old or what?” You snicker.

He makes a face and manages to down it, “Fuckin’ hell, so nasty.” He shakes his head, “We’re too old to be doing this shit, fuckin’ Hoseok tapped out on the third shot! Look at his ass, he’s not waking up anytime soon.” He groans.

“Yeah I think I’m done too, getting so fuckin dizzy,” Jungkook sighs and looks over at you, “ready to tap out too baby?” He hums as he leans in to rest his face in your shoulder.

You nod slowly, “Yeah, my head hurts too.” You sigh deeply and wave the waitress down. Yoongi generously closes the entire tab and heads out with Hyejin and Hoseok to wait for a taxi. You and Jungkook take a couple of minutes to gather your thoughts before heading out to follow them.

You stick around outside to make sure that Yoongi, Hyejin, and Hoseok get into the uber together before heading back to Jungkook’s. It feels a lot warmer walking hand in hand with him, you find yourself grinning like a idiot, “Hey Jungkook,”

“Hm?” Jungkook stops to look at you.

“Does that playground by your house still have that one swing where two people can go on it together?” You smile.

He blinks a couple of times in confusion before a knowing smile crosses over his face, “Yeah, it does.” He squeezes your hand.

You both end up giggling like children while swinging around in the air on opposite sides facing each other. You squeal when Jungkook pushes you both extra hard, causing you to swing a bit faster as you land on the ground and huff with effort to push the two of you. “Fuck I haven’t done this much workout since Jiho joined soccer,” you chuckle.

Jungkook huffs quietly, hot breath going foggy in front of his mouth showing just how cold it was. “Fucking freezing, gonna get blisters from this shit babe.” He swings you both once more, smiling brightly when he hears you squeal again, “Shit you look like you’re having more fun than I am.”

“Cause I am,” you grin softly and let go of the handles, “but fuck you’re right, my hands hurt and they smell like iron.” You wait for Jungkook so that you two could go inside since the cold weather was starting to get to you. “C’mon I’m cold.” You purse your lips and shove your hands into your pockets.

Jungkook quickly follows after you. You both manage to get in, stumbling over each other with giggles and drunken jokes. Jungkook doesn’t make it before he’s crashing on the floor, sending you into hysterics as you bend over clutching your knees laughing. “Babe help me up!” Jungkook whines.

“H-Hold on,” you wipe your tears, “c’mere.” You haul his ass up, giggling hysterically at his messed up hair.

“And what you laughin’ at hm?” Jungkook wraps his arms around you and tugs you close, “C’mon tell me,” he whines and leans down to slide his lips over yours. Immediately you lean into the kiss, deepening it as you slip a hand over his cheek and cup it gently. His lips move over your own, gliding gently and slotting perfectly over your own.

Jungkook crowds you into the wall as he tries backing you into the living room causing you both to stumble. You don’t seperate from the kiss though even after almost falling back because you’re both tripping over something laying on the ground. Jungkook pulls back briefly, chuckling drunkly when he sees you’re both not in the living room, in fact you’re both heading towards his kitchen.

“Babe,” he softly mumbles as he caresses your cheek, “hol’ on, move that way.” He smothers you in another hot kiss, refusing to part even for a second.

You grumble softly into the kiss and pull away, “Can’t,” you mumble and let him kiss you again, “you’re kissin’ me and I can’t see where I’m goin.” You have a dopey smile on your face, “Lemme,” pause. “lemme take you to bed,” you slur out.

Jungkook nods eagerly and follows after you. His hands are impatient as he works his jacket off of you, he growls in frustration when he can’t quite get you out of the pretty dress you wore tonight. “Fuckin’ hell help me,” he pouts and kicks the door open, “can’t get it off, need to see you naked,” he giggles, “c’mon, help me.” He gives you puppy eyes.

“Paws off,” you growl playfully while stripping from your dress, “I got this.” You send him a pointed look and head over to his large comfy bed. You let yourself fall dramatically on it, arms and legs spread out like you’re a starfish or something.

Jungkook climbs over you a few seconds later, you notice he’s already shirtless as he grins softly down at you and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, “Hi baby.” He whispers softly between the two of you. You giggle quietly and smile back at him with a ‘hi’, he looks funny. The world around you spins in endless circles, fueling your dizziness and motion sickness.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, “best baby mama ever.” He leans down, mouth hovering over your neck as he leaves open-mouthed kisses over the warm flesh. You sigh quietly and lean into his touch feeling all warm inside from how endearing he was being.

“More.” You quietly reply, you want to hear all about how pretty you are to him. You’d never openly admit but Jungkook makes you feel special with the way he’s obsessed with you. On the surface he sure as hell was a dirty sleazy pervert but you knew he was genuine with you, even if his words were a little crude and unsavory at times.

Jungkook hums, “More what baby?” He softly asks while pulling back to look down at you, “Want me to touch you more?” He grins cheekily, “Coz I’m not complaining, love touchin’ and feeling on you.. So pretty,” he whispers as his eyes trail over you, “mine too..”

The ‘yours’ sits on the tip of your tongue, but for some reason it never leaves your mouth. “Stop playing around before I fall asleep,” you smack your lips with a dazed expression on your face, “then you won’t get to touch, only look.”

His eyes light up and he doesn’t say anything else, instead he captures you for a messy little kiss while his chilled hands slide down your sides and to your hips where those red panties sit. He teases you by pulling on the waistband, letting it snap back a few times before he finally pulls them down. You’re quivering in excitement, your own hands come up to unbutton his pants with ease.

Jungkook helps you shove them off, his boxers go with them two until you’re both laid bare for eachother. He lies flat over you with his chest right against yours, he takes his sweet time mapping every crevice and surface of your body. You’re not used to this time of affection in bed with him given that most of your fuckings were nasty and to the point. No, tonight’s different.

“Will never get used to how pretty you are,” he murmurs while laying kisses over your throat and chest, “just wanna keep you like this forever.” He whispers out as his hot mouth envelops a nipple.

He lays his tongue flat over your sensitive bud, lapping at it and teasing around it. Your lips part as quiet breathy sighs and moans leave you, only yelping when Jungkook fully encases your nipple with his lips wrapped around it tightly. “Fuck,” you tangle a hand in his hair and watch with hooded eyes.

Jungkook’s other hand comes up to fondle your neglected tit, pinching and rolling your hard nipple between his fingers in tandem with his powerful sucks. He switches back between both of them, leaving a small trail of spit as he goes. You don’t know how much of his teasing you can take, your cunt’s throbbing and more slick is dripping between your plush folds and down the crevice of your ass no doubt staining his sheets.

“No more,” you say when your nipples were sucked raw, “need you n’ my pussy,” you shift around and roll Jungkook on to his back, “gonna ride it, jus’ the way you like it.” You tease softly and leave a open-mouthed kiss over his mouth, sighing quietly when you feel his hot cock against your inner thigh.

“Mm,” he sighs as his head drops on the bed, eyes slipped in utter bliss as he holds your hips in his hands, “yeah—want you to ride it for me baby, wanna watch you bounce on it.” He rolls his hips upward as his cock bumps and slides against you.

You take his cock into your hand and stroke over it slowly, occasionally tapping it over your folds and smearing your slick over him. You catch sight of his dark cock, all swollen and throbbing in your hold. It makes your mouth water as you eagerly lift your hips and slip the tip between your folds until it catch over your winking hole. Both of your breath hitches as you ease him into you, hissing in pleasure as your cunt spreads around the mushroom-y tip, pink rim spreading and hugging him tightly.

Jungkook’s lips part in a long moan, he scrunches his face up in pleasure and rubs his hands over the swell of your ass cheeks. “Oh fuck baby,” he whispers, “jus’ a little more,” he groans, “fuck!” He hisses when you bottom out with a loud smack, your ass clapping off his pelvis as you seat yourself with his cock stuffed deep inside of you.

“So good,” you hum and give a few experimental rolls, just loving how deep he is from this position.

Your hands come down to settle over his chest for leverage, you don’t wait any longer before you’re bouncing idly over his cock. The excess slick begins rolling down to his balls creating a low audible squelch. Jungkook doesn’t really say much other than a few curses and whispers of your name. Your own noises come out breathy and low, constrasting the fopping sound your ass makes when it smacks against his thighs.

The bed frame begins to creak under your weight, slowly you begin speeding up until you’re full on bouncing on his cock. You ride till the tip remains inside before coming back down and slamming your hips over his. Jungkook’s grunts and moans rise in volume from the delicous pressure around his cock, your pussy grips him so tight he feels your rim hugging him almost as if you were refusing to let his cock go.

“Shit y/n,” the way your name rolls off his tongue sends butterflies deep in your tummy as you eagerly bounce, “like that, fuck it feels so fucking good, gripping me so tight,” he rolls his hips upward to meet your bounces, “oh fuck.” He throws his head back and grits his teeth.

You mewl quietly and switch from bouncing to grinding, you roll your hips back and forth over his cock and reach behind you to stroke and fondle his balls that press tightly against your ass. He moans loud and bucks his hips into you roughly, somehow punching his cock deeper with the tip kissing your cervix.

“Jungkook..!” You gasp out as your toes curl.

He brings his arms up to hoist you off and on to the bed, rolling the two of you over as he hikes a hand under your knee and lifts your leg up while he fucks into your pussy wildly. The new angle has his cock striking your g-spot over and over again with calculated thrusts. He punches loud moans and whimpers out of your lips, the pleasure bubbles over and has your pussy gripping him so tight it’s hard for him to backstroke.

“Look at me baby,” he pants, “yeah, show me that pretty face mama.. Look at you, taking my cock so well in that slutty little pussy. Got you drippin’ for me like I said you would, feel that?” He slows down and grinds into you slowly, hips circling in figure of eights as his cock rubs over your walls slowly, “See what you do to me baby? Got me all worked up for you, pussy’s suckin me in so well can’t help it.” He groans.

Your mouth falls open in a ‘o’ when he plunges into you quickly, fucking his cock in and out at a rapid pace. Slick dribbles all around with some splattering over the sheets and sliding down your pussy to your ass. His balls are heavy as they swing and smack into your ass repeatedly, every so often his cock throbs pathetically from inside of you.

“Oh god,” you whisper and throw your head back, “fuck right there Jungkook..!” You let out a shout of pleasure as he hits your g-spot over and over again without missing. He has you sliding up the bed from his brutal pace, the pleasure rising and rising as you grit your teeth and try to fight off your impending orgasm.

“Go on baby, cum for me.” Jungkook whispers, “C’mon mama, lemme see you cum all over my cock, make it nice and messy for me.” He rasps out and grips the pillow lying by your head tightly as he grits his teeth and fucks into you harder if it was possible.

Stars burst behind your eyelids, your entire body locks up as you let out a pathetic little cry of pleasure. You cum with a loud moan of his name, clinging desperately to him with your arms loosely wrapped around his back and your legs locked around him to keep his cock inside. Your cunt milks his cock for all its worth, squeezing spasmodically from the aftershock of your orgasm.

Jungkook moans low at the feeling around his cock as he slams himself deep a total of three times before he finally cums. His cock pulses, hot cum filling your pussy to the brim with some of it seeping from the sides of your cunt. He sits up to look down at the mess between you, whistling out of breath when he sees the creamy white slick smeared over his pelvis and your pussy.

“Fuck, made a fuckin’ mess.” He chuckles breathlessly and teasingly rubs his thumb over your neglected swollen clit, “Didn’t need to touch this lil thing to get you to cum.” He purrs.

Your thighs twitch and you twist around to avoid any touch to your sensitive cunt, “Stopppp,” you whine softly and bury your face in the pillow, “ ‘m so sleepy Kook,” you smack your lips and blink slowly, “bed’s dirty though..”

Jungkook brings you into his arms and sighs, “Looks like we’re sleeping in the guest bedroom.” He murmurs and rolls out of bed, “C’mon,” he holds his hand out, “let’s get you to bed mama.”

You smile shyly when he says it like that, slipping out on shaky legs and following after him.

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“I’m never drinking like that ever again,” you quietly moan while slipping on Jungkook’s slippers and tugging the hoodie over your head, “don’t forget to bring my phone,” you say to Jungkook as you step out of the apartment.

“Got it..” He mumbles and follows after you.

You’re both obviously not in the mood for cooking or anything so Jungkook suggested the convenience store for breakfast (in this case lunch because you two slept in all morning). Jungkook walks hand in hand with you the whole way, only letting go when you both split up to get your respective items. Jungkook of course pays and helps you make both your ramen bowls while you sit by the window poking your drink and mixing it around.

“You look a hot mess,” Jungkook says when he’s walking over, “a sexy hot mess.” He cheekily adds in when you turn to give him a look. “What? I like you with smudged ass mascara and leftover lipstick, gives you that sexy bed look.” He winks.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not looking so hot either with lipstick all over your jaw.” You grin in amusement, “What did you get?”

Jungkook opens the black bag and sets all the snacks he got out onto the table, “This kimchi onigiri, uhhh sausage links, and this rolled egg thingy I don’t know.” He shrugs.

You eye the onigiri in curiosity, “Hm.” You mix your ramen around and open the seasoning packet, “Do you mind driving me to get my car? Eunwoo texted me last night saying it was gonna be ready for pick up later on, said that the battery’s charged now, he’s gonna just change the oil next.” You mumble.

“Yeah, wanna go after this? Eunwoo’s probably out on break, I can do the oil change myself.” He slurps his noodles loudly, cheekily grinning at you afterwards.

“Mm, fine with me. Just don’t fuck up my car or you’re paying for it.” You sip your drink just as loud.

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Eunwoo doesn’t end up being there but he leaves Jungkook a key and a note telling him about what your car needs. Jungkook wastes no time in getting to work as he slips his shirt off and works in his white tank top. You sit in a chair just watching him work while singing silently under his breath. You can’t quite shake the uneasy feeling you get in your gut, all this—playing couple and pretending like nothing’s wrong.

It makes your heart twist bitterly seeing him like this, all domestic and shit. Even the night before when you guys were at dinner. Hell the playground was enough for you to realize what was going on. You’re not so sure you can go back to pretending like you two aren’t a thing after this. You can only hold it in so much before it all starts crumbling down.

“Babe,” Jungkook slips out from under the car, “pass me the funnel behind you, I already drained it.” He wipes his dusty cheek, “Babe?”

“Oh yeah, here.” You hand him the funnel, “What, do I have something on my face?” You say after noticing how intently he’s staring at you.

Jungkook shakes his head, “Nah, just admiring how cute my baby mama looks.” He smiles teasingly and goes back to work before you can even reply. “So, you doing anything after this? I was kinda hoping we could spend a day in watching movies and shit, ‘m still pretty hungover.”

“Yeah..” You nod, “Sounds good I’m not feeling the greatest either,” you turn to look at anything but him. You don’t know why but you’re hit with a swirl of emotions and it’s starting to sizzle under your skin and make you irritated. The more you think about it, the more agitated you slowly become.

“Hey,” he suddenly says in front of you, “got something on your mind?” His lips hover over yours before he closes the distance between you two. The kiss is sweet and gentle, it has your poor little heart throbbing inside of your chest. Jungkook’s lips smack quietly against yours, as he brings his hands up to hold the sides of your face.

You softly hum into the kiss and bring your arms around his neck. He makes a pleased noise and caresses his thumb over your cheek and jawline. It’s the sweet moments like this that have you doubting, you’re not so sure you can keep up with him anymore. He does all these sweet things and it just lulls you into a false security with him, like everything is okay and things were the way they used to be.

You want that..

Jungkook parts from the kiss and stares deep into your eyes, “You with me baby?” He say when he takes in how distracted you look.

“Yeah,” you softly whisper, “ ‘m here.” You bring him back for another passionate kiss, this time effectively blocking out all those little voices in your head.

Jungkook grunts in surprsie as he hoists you up with him, backing you into the counter nearby and swiping all the tools clear from the surface. His breath is ragged and heavy, touch quickly becoming possessive and desperate as he paws at your thighs and hips. You part your legs for him and let him step in between them, moaning quietly when his hips press over your sore cunt.

The empty garage is filled with soft panting and breathless sighs, your lips meet Jungkook’s over and over until they’re swollen and glossed over with spit n slick. You attack his neck in a flurry of kisses and pull him closer, practically hugging his body tight to yours as the two of you leave sloppy marks all over each other. You go to leave another mark but Jungkook’s quick to pull away with a quiet ‘wait, wait’.

“Get back together with me,” he suddenly pulls back, breathless and panting with wild eyes, “I want us to be a real couple—not whatever this shit is where one day you let me love on you and another you don’t.” His eyes are filled with hope as he pleads with you.

You stare at him in shock, mostly because hello the timing? You quickly shake those thoughts out and sit up, “Jungkook you can’t just ask me that out of nowhere, especially not with you standing between my thighs.” You sigh heavily, “Let’s just talk about this some other time.” You look away.

Jungkook frowns, “No, I think it’s a perfect time now. You say some other time but then you forget and play it off with work and other stuff. I just..I just wanna know where we stand, I’m tired of doing this back and forth thing baby.. It’s sending mixed signals, can’t tell whether you really want me or you’re planning to cut me out for good.”

You’re at loss this time, for the first time regarding the breakup you don’t have anything to say. It’s not something you easily know the answer to, not when you yourself is still trying to find the answers to these things. Jungkook should know by now this isn’t something that comes so easily. “Why? So you can be happy you ended up winning after what you did? So everyone can see you got your way despite being a shitty person Jungkook?”

He looks surprised like he wasn’t expecting your response, “Baby—no, where is this coming from?” He stands up intending to comfort you because he can see how quickly you’re growing upset with the way your frown deepens and tone morphs to hurt.

“Then what is it Jungkook?” You say in exasperation, “Is this gonna be your ‘I told you so’ moment? You play me like a fucking fool and come back years later with a slap on the wrist and suddenly everything is better between the two of us?” You blink the tears away, “It’s not fucking fair and you know it.” You fold your arms over your chest.

Jungkook shakes his head, “No, no, no, it’s none of that. I just wanted you to know I’m tired of going back and forth and never ending up nowhere with us..”

“Well guess what, I’m tired too Jungkook. Tired of pretending like nothing ever happened, like there isn’t a reason why we ended up like this in the first place.” You wipe your tears.

“y/n, I know things weren’t the best before and I fucked it up, I know—trust me. You don’t think I don’t regret what happened years back? It fucking eats at me every night because you’re not by my side anymore—”

“That’s the thing Jungkook! You don’t fucking get it,” you sob, “YOU were the love of my life, you were everything to me! And for you to do what you did-” you choke up and cover your mouth, “and I’m supposed to heal from that? I never did, and I never will because the person I trusted the most—who I loved so much—fucking betrayed me. Do you have any idea how I felt? You were my everything, and you fucking threw it away!” You scream in anger and frustration.

“Y-You broke me,” you hiccuped, “it’s not fair that you get to come back like nothing, ‘n now everyone’s gonna look at me like a fool because I got back together with my shitty baby daddy.” You sniffle, “I have thought about us for a while, but I’m scared because I don’t know if you’re going to do the same thing all over again.”

Jungkook’s own eyes are brimmed with unshed tears, he quietly sniffs and clears his throat, “I’m sorry y/n, I never did get the chance to but I’m sorry for everything. But not once did I stop loving you ever, you were my everything too—and you still are. Nothing about the way I’ve felt about you has changed, and it never will either. I realize how impulsive I was just now so,” he drops to his knees in front of you and holds your hands, “please y/n, let me prove to you I can still make you and Jiho happy. I don’t care if you wanna make me wait until you’re ready, I’ll be right here waiting for you. Just please, give me one last chance..”

You desperately want to say no, but you’re weak. You’re too busy clinging to every little memory of him in the past to fill that emptiness in your heart to notice that you’ve wanted him back all along. You feel the doubts begin to creep out of your body as you peer down at him, “You’ll..wait..?”

Jungkook nods, “As long as you want me to.” He whispers back.

“Okay..” You softly reply and squeeze his hands tightly, afraid that if you let him go he’ll vanish into thin air.

“Okay.” Jungkook sighs in relief, smiling up at you tenderly. He rises to his feet and brings you in for a tight hug, just relishing in your warmth and softness as he rocks the two of you side to side.

You close your eyes and let yourself sink into his arms, “You’ll be here with me right?” You lay your head on his chest.

“I’ll be right here,” he hums, “standing next to you.”

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[manestjerne]

I'll do that again for you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: Bucky pushes you away again and you let him this time.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: angst, swearing, comfort, a little fluff, doubts, angry behavior, mentions of physical abuse and injuries, crying. Let me know if I forgot something.

A/N: I'm not sure about this one, but it's been on my mind for so long I had to finally sit down and write it all down. Hope you enjoy it guys <3

I walked into Bucky’s apartment and tossed my keys on the dining table before opening the fridge and getting myself a bottle of water. I looked around slowly and walked to the pile of bedsheets on the floor. I picked them up before sitting down on the couch. The quiet sound of shower in the other room seemed to wash all my worries away, but I knew they will come back the moment I see him. His deep blue, tired eyes full of regret and and guilt, his usually steady hands shaking whenever we were alone. All the things no one else besides me was allowed to see. Things that only I could perceive in a conference room full of people. Things I couldn’t do anything about. He was more devastated than ever, when Steve started talking about leaving him. Leaving us, but Bucky couldn’t wrap his head around that, believing I have already found my peace in other people. As compassionate as he was, he never saw how lonely I was since I was trying to get him his life back. But I never blamed him. 

The peaceful sound of water flowing got quiet unexpectedly, making me snap back to reality. I heard quiet footsteps getting closer and my heart started pounding in my chest. 

„Hey sweets, you’re here early.” 

He said calmly, sitting on the couch next to me. I only replied with a smile, realizing he looks worse than usually. He wasn’t surprised I was here, I always were on friday mornings. We talked about his last therapy session before going to the compound together, it was our routine. The thing that kept us both on tracks, helping to get a steady rhythm in our messed up lives, something to stick with for once. But today my thoughts were focused on something else, I didn’t care about the therapy, knowing he might finally found something better to help him get his life together. 

„How was your date yesterday?”

„It was awful and I don’t want to talk about it.” 

His reply was dry and harsh. He didn’t do that often while talking to me. He had a soft spot there, always treating me gently and respectful, but I knew this moment would come, sooner or later. I knew the perfect bubble of our strange relationship would finally burst, because he couldn’t handle it. I knew it would change for him, but never for me, I felt the same way since I met him, when he squeezed my throat so hard that I passed out and had to look at the bruises covering my body for the next two weeks, whenever I passed a mirror. But even as the Winter Soldier, his eyes were the same, that’s why I chose to help Steve get him back. That’s why I had the worst possible fight with Tony, when he told me I can’t just pick up assassins from the streets and adopt them like stray cats. He never said that about Wanda, he never called Nat an assassin, but he never hesitated when it came to Bucky. Thinking about that sent shivers down my spine, remembering how much I had to give up to bring things back to normal, to help them understand, that the Winter Soldier is not the person standing in front of them.

„So I chose a wrong person again?” 

I asked with a weak smile. It wasn’t the first date he didn’t enjoy, but he never blamed me for that.

„You chose the wrong thing for me, I don’t get why do you want me to find a fucking love of my life by setting me up on hookups I don’t want to attend.”

His voice started to sound unsettling, I shifted in my seat and straightened my back, looking at him carefully. He tried to do that earlier, to push me away by scaring me, but I never let him. I knew he would never hurt me, too focused on protecting me at all costs, like his life depended on it.

„Don’t be such a dick and stop blaming me for your poor love life, I’m just trying to help you get back to reality.”

I was surprised by my own words, I never spoke to him that way, no matter how he treated me. I felt a wave of frustration flushing through my veins, making me feel like my blood is boiling. I looked at his hands, his metal fingers clenching in a fist, the flesh hand rubbing on the soft fabric of his jeans, but I knew how much they were trembling at this moment and how much he was fighting himself not to break the character he was trying to play. 

„I never asked for it.”

His jaw clenched and I felt a sting in my chest at his words. No matter how grateful he was for me being there, he would never admit it, he would never say how much he needed and appreciated all I ever did for him. 

„Do you want me to leave?” 

I decided to make it easier for him, knowing he would struggle with saying it out loud. He never wanted me to leave his side, but he thought it was the right thing, and I couldn’t fight it anymore.

„I don’t want you to play a babysitter anymore, seeing one shrink at a time is enough.” 

He huffed and rolled his eyes, almost making me believe his words and for the first time I felt some kind of doubt. My safe place by his side was slowly fading away as he kept looking at me with something what felt like blame in his eyes. I shrinked into my seat trying to find any words, but every time I opened my mouth the room was filled with nothing but silence. 

„Do you want me to leave?” 

I repeated myself quietly, not able to find any other words suitable for what I was feeling at the moment.

„Are you even fucking listening?”

He wasn’t angry, but frustrated. I didn’t flinch at his voice, but I could feel the tears filling up my eyes slowly. I got up and picked my keys up from the table. After a few short breaths I found the courage to face him again.

„That’s what I do all the time, James. I listen. I wish you could do that for once.”

With my last word I turned away and walked to the door. He never tried to stop me, he didn’t say anything before I left. I held my tears back for as long as I could, letting go at the moment I sat in my car. I doubted all I did for him at the moment, knowing that one of us wasn’t ready for what we were doing, but I couldn’t realize who was the problem.

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„It’s been a week since you stopped attending the meetings. If Tony was mad earlier, you don’t want to know what Steve said today.”

Nat entered my room without knocking as always. She brought me a piece of Wanda’s cake, but I pushed the plate away, still refusing to eat whenever I wasn’t starving.

„I really just don’t want to see him, I’m not ready for that.”

She sat on the bed next to me, looking at me closely and sinking every word I said. It was the first time I said anything about what happened that day and she was willing to listen carefully to every word I say, analyzing every sigh and deep breath between them. I felt bad about treating her this way, she deserved to know everything, but I was scared of what I was going to say, I tried not to think about it, knowing my pain is now fully replaced with anger and frustration.

„I did everything I could, all this months I tried to help him and he acts like a fucking brat, trying to push me away. I’m so done with him, I’m not going back and begging him to let me do that all again. If he’s so devoted to Steve let’s just stick with that and let him live his pathetic little life without my interruptions.” 

I said it all in one breath trying not to sound paranoid, but Nat only nodded slowly and laid on her back, staring at the perfectly white ceiling. 

„I respect your every decision, but he’s only doing that to help you, and you know that. It’s you, who convinced me he means no harm and just can’t deal with his own mind, that’s why he’s trying to push you away. But it’s okay you’re tired with that, you don’t deserve it.”

I rolled on my stomach laying next to her and picked up the plate she put on the bed earlier. I stared at all the layers of my favorite toppings and saw how uneven it was looking, realizing Natasha helped Wanda with cooking this time. I smiled to myself remembering how much she hates doing that. 

"Just wait for him to come back, he'll do it eventually."

„Thanks Nat, I’m glad you’re here.” 

I said before dipping my fork in the cake.

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Everyone got quiet when I entered the shared kitchen, it was the first time I was in the same room with Bucky since I left his apartment in tears. But I didn’t mind his presence, I knew he’s not going to bring it up when there were so many people around and I wasn’t planning on giving him a chance to speak to me in private. I walked up to the counter and poured myself a glass of water before heading to the coffee machine. I waited for my drink to brew when I turned away and rested my elbows on the counter behind me, almost tasting the tensed atmosphere I brought into the room. 

„Are you planning on attending any meetings this week or should I just send you a fax with our arrangements?” 

Tony asked calmly. He was mad at me, but acting as a human as possible he wasn’t planning on letting me know.

„Yeah, I’ll be there today.”

I shrugged my shoulders when Steve rolled his eyes, but I wasn’t looking at him. Bucky’s eyes were glued to the countertop in front of him, filled with guilt. He looked pathetic and I blamed myself for enjoying the view. After hearing a quiet beep my eyes left him to pick up the coffee.

„See you at 6.”

I said and started walking away lazily with mug in one hand and a glass of water in another. I was slowly getting used to this, feeling more comfortable leaving my room, not caring about the stares.

„You two should just fuck and let us get back to normal.”

I froze at Tony’s words and turned back to face him unconsciously.

„Come on, we can all see how you’re looking at each other, let’s finally get over this awkward phase.”

„Shut up.” 

Bucky replied him firmly at his next words, but Tony just shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating his cereal. I tightened my grip on the glass in my hand and looked him in the eyes, shaking my head slowly. Little did he know, we did that once, a few weeks back and it never helped, it never changed our relationship. I couldn’t find proper words to respond so I just walked away and stopped after passing the first corner, when no one could see me. I let my head fall back and took a few deep breaths, feeling the almost healed wound open up again. I started walking away when I heard footsteps approaching me, but he was faster and caught up with me after only a few seconds. He blocked my way with his body, towering over me before I could reach the elevator and hide in my room. 

„He shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry.” 

Bucky was trying to look me in the eyes but I successfully avoided it.

„Don’t act like you regret anything.”

I huffed and tried to pass him, but it was impossible. He raised his hand to tuck the strand of hair behind my ear but I flinched at his movement. He was visibly hurt by that, but not surprised, taking a step back his gaze never left me. 

„Can we just talk like adult people do?”

„You’re not so good at that.”

I replied coldly, matching his earlier energy, trying to push him away as he did so many times.

„I am, you taught me that.”

„No, that’s a job for a shrink, so I’m not doing that again.”

„I know how you fee-„

„No, you fucking don’t!”

I replied throwing a glass at him, my words louder than necessary. He didn’t flinch, knowing I wasn’t actually aiming at him. The glass flew next to his face and shattered at the wall behind him. 

„Fuck.” 

I mumbled and dropped on my knees to pick up the glass from the floor. He kneeled besides me and pulled me away gently, grabbing the shattered pieces with his metal hand. 

„You’ll hurt yourself.”

He said gently and I almost fell in his arms after these words, knowing how much I miss him and how much I want to be allowed to do that again. 

„Like you care.”

I huffed in response and entered the elevator leaving him alone, kneeling in the puddle wetting his jeans, letting my frustration take over.

-----

I heard a soft knocking on my door. I raised myself on my elbows before realizing Nat and Wanda never knock, no matter what time they decide to come see me, so I rolled over with my back facing the door now. I didn’t want to talk to anybody else at the moment.

„I know you’re not sleeping, I can hear your uneven breath.”

I heard the words clearly, even tho his whisper was muffled by the door separating us. I didn’t respond, knowing he’ll come in eventually. I heard a resigned sigh before the door opened. His quiet footsteps echoing in my head when he circled the room and kneeled besides my bed to face me. 

„I’m sorry for being such a dick.”

He said confidently waiting for my answer, but also knowing I’m not going to speak. He gave me a few seconds to make sure I don’t have anything to say before he spoke up again.

„I know how you feel, I can see how much you have to give up in order to help me. I know how alone you are, even with so many people supporting you. I know you did it all to make me feel better and I appreciate it more than anything, I need your help just as much as you think and more.”

I was a little confused at his words, actually admitting all the things he couldn’t say earlier.

„Then why are you like that?”

I felt the tears filling up my eyes again, but I didn’t care, letting them fall on my cheeks as our murmurs were filling up the quiet room. 

„Because I can’t stand watching you do this. You don’t deserve it, I don’t deserve you, but I can’t function without you. I need you back and I’ll do everything for you to forgive me again.”

His hand slowly landed on my cheek, wiping the tears away as he looked me in the eyes.

„See, that’s the problem. Again. How many times will you push me away before finally opening up and letting me really help you?”

My voice wasn’t shaking as much, feeling his touch calmed me down as always, no matter how I wanted to resist the feeling.

„I won’t do that ever again, I won’t hurt you. I just need you back, as clingy as always, being a pain in my ass every Friday morning, asking about my therapy. Making me watch all the stupid romantic movies, cuddling on the couch when I’m trying to move away. Dragging me back to bed when I lay on the floor and making me talk about my nightmares before we fall asleep again.”

"Who would think that Bucky Barnes could ever kneel before a woman."

"And I'll do it again for you."

I couldn’t help but giggled at his words, knowing how much I miss that feeling too, no matter he was trying to act like he hates it, he loved it more than I did. He smiled softly at my reaction, and I knew it was sincere. He slowly stood up and took the covers off me. Picking me up gently he moved me to make space for himself and laid next to me, resting my head on his chest before pulling the covers over us once more.

„Just come back for the last time and I promise I won’t act like a brat and start treating you as you deserve. I would do anything for you and I can’t run from it anymore. I’m ready to give you everything I can and finally take care of you, like you did this whole time.”

He brushed his fingers through my hair and I nodded slowly, knowing he finally understood that pushing me away is not an option. I took a deep breath smelling his cologne and my eyelids got heavy as my body started to relax. I closed my eyes sinking in the feeling of our bodies being so close again, our legs tangled under the duvet, his heart beating right where my head was resting. 

„Just close your eyes now, and we’ll start everything again tomorrow, okay?”

He asked quietly, his flesh hand not leaving my hair and the metal one still drawing circles on my back.

„Okay.”

I said before falling asleep, knowing I won’t wake up in the middle of the night as I did every single time for the past week. 

[roosterforme]

Pour Some Sugar On Me | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Bradley loves it when you take time out of your busy day to give him a little treat. He knows how smart and capable you are, and he is going to work so hard to be your star student.

Warnings: Fluff, swears and smut

Length: 2100 words

Pairing: Beer Boy and Sugar! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a one-shot to accompany my fics Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time! This was written for a request.

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Bradley had become accustomed to a certain way of life since you moved to San Diego. And it involved a lot of dirty sex on campus at San Diego State University where you worked. Your office door had a lock. And so did the library study rooms. Although he was partial to the study rooms in Virginia, he had to admit these ones were very nice, too. 

The fact that you and he had been messing around in study rooms at two different colleges on either side of the country had him smiling every time he met you on campus. He could get hard just thinking about it. 

When he occasionally called you on his way home to see if you were still working, he always asked you the same thing. "Do you have time to pour some Sugar on me?"

You always laughed, but you were usually game to meet him for a quickie before he went home to make dinner. This was his routine, and he loved it.

On Friday, when you were kissing his lips softly while he helped you pull your skirt back down, he whispered, "I'm going to head home and make spaghetti. And I'm taking your underwear with me."

You moaned into his mouth as your fingers skimmed along his uniform insignia pins. "So I'll just be a mess until I get home then?"

"Uh huh," he confirmed. "And then I'll feed you dinner and mess you up again."

You kissed him one more time before you promised to be home soon, and then you unlocked the study room door. "Oh, don't forget, I have to be on campus tomorrow morning. I have to take those proficiency exams using the school's wifi connection."

Bradley linked his fingers with yours and just mumbled, "But, Sugar, I love to sleep in with you on Saturday mornings. When I don't, it feels like I'm deployed or you're at a conference."

You looked up at him like he was the sweetest thing you had ever seen. "Sorry, Beer Boy. But we can always get back in bed when I get home."

But Bradley already had a plan.

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Your desk was a mess with papers, and you were tired and hungry, and now you were going to have to take a series of California state mandated math proficiency exams while you tried not to chew your arm off. Because you left your lunch at home. 

You know you shouldn't have skipped breakfast today, but you were running late, and Bradley kept kissing you and telling you to stay in bed. You leaned back in your chair and listened to your stomach growl as you thought about whatever Bradley was making for lunch today.

Then there was a knock at your door. Of course. Because you had just kicked your shoes off underneath your desk, and now you couldn't find the left one with your foot. 

"Come in!" you called, hoping you could get rid of this person without having to stand up since you were wearing shorts and only one shoe. 

"Hey, Sugar."

You laughed as soon as you saw him in his jeans and the tie dye shirt that you had claimed as your own. "What are you doing here?" You walked around your desk with one shoe on and hugged Bradley tight. 

"Brought you lunch," he replied, holding out a container of food that was still warm, and you moaned as you opened it. He handed you a fork as well, and you started digging in. 

"How did you know I was starving?"

He plopped down in your desk chair and made grabby hands until you sat on his lap. "I didn't know. I just missed you." He kissed your neck and shoulder around your tank top while you ate, and his hands started to explore your bare thighs.

"Beer Boy," you warned, glancing at the time on your computer as you set down the fork and empty container. Your next exam was going to start in about five minutes. 

He whispered. "I just want a little Sugar. Pour some Sugar on me?"

His words were low and a little rough, and you felt yourself clenching at nothing as he whispered your name and nosed his way along your collarbone. "But I have a test," you complained as you stood to lock your door. And then he was making grabby hands again before you watched him reach down to run his hand along his cock through his jeans. His erection was so pronounced, your mouth was watering with need. 

"I can wait until you're done with it," he promised, but then when you started unzipping your shorts, his eyebrows shot up. "Hell yes."

You kicked off your right shoe and stepped out of your shorts and underwear as Bradley unzipped his jeans. His eyes were glued to your every move. "If we do this, you need to behave," you warned, standing in front of him between his spread thighs, facing your desk. You bent over to log into your exam, and his hands came up to gently caress your rear end. When you wiggled it for him, he moaned. 

"What exactly is happening here?" he grunted.

You looked at him over your shoulder, and his eyes were wide with intrigue. "Pull your jeans down, and I'll warm your cock while I take this exam."

He was immediately pulling down his pants and boxer shorts and stroking himself. "Oh fuck. Sugar. You're gonna kill me, baby."

You just smirked and he moved the chair a little closer to you.

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Bradley reached for your hips as you sat back on his lap with that gorgeous ass. You were going to take a math exam with him inside you. A timed, mandated math exam. With his cock inside your pussy. "Okay, Professor Sugar." It was like a fantasy roleplay, and he needed to be good and stay still so you'd pass your test. 

"Mmm," you hummed as you gripped his cock and slid your pussy down around him until you were sitting snug against his balls. 

Bradley panted as he tried his best not to move, but your ass looked so pretty and you were pulsing gently around him. He held your hips and leaned forward to kiss the back of your neck. Then you propped your feet up next to his thighs and arched your back as you leaned one elbow on your desk. "It's about to start," you whispered, looking at him over your shoulder. 

He had to force his gaze up to meet your eyes as he stroked his fingers along your ass. "How long is it?" he asked, voice hoarse and needy.

"Thirty minutes," you replied, and then you turned back to your computer. "But I'll try to be quick." Bradley watched you answer three questions in a row that he couldn't even understand. Every time you hummed or clicked your tongue, his eyes rolled back, and he had to work to regain his focus. When you eventually had to pull your calculator out of your desk to solve one of the problems, he found that insanely hot.

"Sugar?" he groaned, pushing himself deeper inside you. When you wiggled your hips and glanced at him, you shook your head with a smirk.

"I need to finish this, Beer Boy. Just try to relax and enjoy yourself."

He tipped his head back and took a deep breath while stroking his fingers along your thigh. "But you're so fucking tight. All I want to do it fuck you."

When he bit his lip and managed to get control, he looked over your shoulder again, groaning in your ear. You were on problem ten, scribbling down some nonsense on a sheet of notebook paper that he supposed meant something to you. "How many questions are there?" he asked, rubbing his mustache along your neck and inhaling your scent. He thought that would calm him down; it only made it worse. 

"Thirty questions," you said softly, turning to kiss his lips softly. "You can do it. This is fucking hot."

"So damn hot!" he readily agreed, chasing your lips as you turned back toward your computer. "Fucking hot," he grunted, palming your ass in both of his hands. You were a third of the way done. He could hang on a little longer. 

"Oooh, linear algebra," you mumbled happily, and your pussy clenched around him. 

"Fuck! Sugar, are you getting turned on by math?" He dug his fingers into your thighs to keep himself still.

"I always get a little hot for a good linear algebra problem," you muttered, once again scribbling down some numbers. "You know that."

"Some things never change," he grunted, thinking about how you'd sit on his lap in the study room at UVA and pause your work to have sex with him. This was the same thing. Somehow he was still living that same dream more than ten years later.

"This exam is not actually that hard," you remarked, selecting answers for problems fourteen through seventeen without too much fuss. 

"Something else is definitely hard," Bradley panted, thrusting involuntarily.

"It's a lot easier than I thought it would be," you said as you grinned at him over your shoulder. 

"Are you kidding me right now, Sugar? I can't understand any of it, and I've been reading it over your shoulder." But he was getting desperate now. Every time you turned and looked at him, he thought he was going to finish. 

"I'm almost done," you promised when you turned back to the screen.

"Me too," he growled, shaking his head. "If your ass didn't look so perfect just chilling in my lap like this, I'd be a lot better off."

"You're strong, Bradley. I have faith." 

But now you were starting to clench around him again as you entered something into your calculator. "God, you're so fucking smart. Makes me insane for you, Professor Sugar."

"Be my star student, Lieutenant Bradshaw, and don't cum quite yet."

He was such a goner. All he could do was count slowly backwards from one hundred and try to enjoy your tight warmth around him while holding himself off. Fingers digging into your ass, he knew he wasn't going to be good for much longer. "Baby?"

You reached back and grabbed his left hand with yours and guided his fingers to your clit. "Three more questions," you whispered as he stroked you, making you gasp. 

"You can answer them while I touch you?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed. 

"You're a fucking genius," he said before he nibbled on your neck and eased his right hand up inside your shirt to your tattoos. He knew where they were by heart. And he knew how to get you off with his fingers like an expert.

By the time you were working on the last problem, he was whispering, "You got this. Come on, baby." And when you clicked the Submit icon at the bottom, you and Bradley both saw your score before he grabbed you by your hips and stood, still buried deep inside you.

"100%. Perfect score. You're perfect," he grunted as you planted your hands on your desk while he railed you. 

"Oh god!" you moaned as his fingers found your clit again, the slapping of his thighs meeting yours filling the room. 

"Math makes you hot, and that makes me hot," he growled as he fucked you harder. "And it always will."

You arched your back as he whispered your name and came so hard, he was shaking. No longer able to form coherent words, he kept his fingers moving against you while he fucked his cum deeper inside you. 

Then you were whining and bucking back against him, and then he could feel you squeezing him so sweetly. "Yes, yes, yes," you chanted as you came. 

When you caught your breath, Bradley withdrew himself from you. He helped you get cleaned up and get your shorts back on, and then you curled up in his lap in your desk chair. 

"You got a perfect test score while I was inside you."

You kissed along his scars and his mustache and laughed. "I guess all that time sitting on your lap and studying really paid off."

Bradley wrapped his arms around you and hummed in agreement. "You wore me the fuck out, Teach. Please take me back home for a lazy Saturday afternoon in bed."

"Anything for my star student."

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This was written for a request as well as for my friend Jay @thedroneranger who really wanted some Beer Boy and Sugar love with this song title!

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[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Oh what about a cheating smut fic where tony is married to pepper and he starts to have a sexual affair towards his daughter morgan's hot babysitter, reader

Babygirl

Friday, 4pm

I check the time on my dainty Cartier watch, walkin in circles around my squad as I zero in on every move, every flip, and every damn high kick. They're phenomal as ever, still I need to make sure we're on point for the next game. Squatting low, I assess how one of my girls back up and shows that flexibility by bending backwards with palms outstretched to the ground. She ends the number with a smooth sensual backflip into the splits, ofcourse poppin each ass cheek individually. I cheer and ofcourse give my girl, along with the crew, a standin ovation.

"Excellent muthafukin job per usual, owwwww!" I mimick my bitch Cardi and I clap for my amazing team.

My cell rings from the bleachers a few feet away. Im tired, plus that might be Mr. Stark and I know better than to ignore; it's definitely time to call it a day.

"Listen up my beautiful people, we done for the day. But, side note, please don't forget to team up with your cheer buddy as many times as needed before the game to make sure each of you got the routine down pact. If you have any questions, hit my line. Aight y'all."

A few hugs goodbye and smacks to my rear, I'm able to grab my phone and check my missed calls. Fuck.. The butterflies in my tummy are instantaneous as I read 'Tony Stark' across my screen. No matter how many times he calls it never fails to make me wanna squeal and do a few back flips of my own.

I hit the send button and redial him as I chew on my bottom lip nervously. It only does half a ring before his sexy voice speaks through the phone.

"Hey, there's my other favorite girl. Where are you? You busy?"

It's just like Tony to be all in my business, even though he was my employer, not father. There wasn't a thing he didn't know about me after being Morgan's babysitter for over 3 years now.

"Why no, Daddy, I'm not busy." I tease him with a giggle. "I'm at uni right now. Just finished practice. Why, wassup?"

The silence lastin just a second too long before he clears his throat and answers.

"You uh.. Just finished cheer practice?" He repeats slowly.

"Yeah, literally just a second ago. Gonna change and head home. Why, you need me?" I ask concerned.

"I do honey, need you to come watch Morgan for the weekend. Peppers outta town for business and I'll be here but not here. You available for me pretty girl?"

The way he speaks to makes my heart wanna dive out my damn chest, especially when his wife's not around. His already pampering nature amplifies he and doesn't seem to able to resist calling me those sweet lil nicknames that make me weak in the knees.

"Yes Mr. Stark. Always, anything for you." I breathe back, thighs clenching at the way the tone of his voice is starting to get me aroused.

"Perfect. And call me Tony, you know better honey." He gently scolds. "Anyway, I'm sending a car to come get you immediately."

I hear him snap his fingers over the phone and assume that's his way of sending me a ride.

"But I'll need to go home and grab a some things to stay for a few days." I remind him.

"No. I want you here as soon as possible. I already have someone on their way to you." His response leaves no room for argument, so I don't even bother.

"Ok then, catch you inna minute. And tell Morgan I can wait to see her."

"You got it babygirl. See you soon."

I hang up, grabbing my Nike backpack and head to the pick up area in front of the school. Fuck, another weekend with Tony Stark. Let's see how long it takes before I drench my panties when I get in his presence this time.

45 mins later

I arrive to Tony's mansion relieved to finally get to see my 2 favorite people in the world. They're waiting for me at the front door with big smiles, Tony holding Morgan on his back. She lightly kicks outwards to get free from her father. He happily sets her down and she runs up to me excitedly wearing the cutest ladybug bathing suit. Wrapping her tiny arms around my waist, she hugs me affectionately. I bend and hug her back just as tight and tell her how happy I am to see her.

"Daddy says your staying all weekend, is that true?" She inquires, nose scrunched making her the spitting image of her father.

"Yes, I am. Us girls are gonna have a blast. I was thinking tomorrow I could paint your nails and then maybe you could paint mine? I'd love your help picking out a cute color, what do ya think?"

"Let's just go get a manicure." She rebuttals smartly, taking my hand and dragging me to the front door. I barely have a second to grab my backpack!

"Or there's that." I laugh and wave goodbye to Tony's driver as Morgan pulls me past her father to the pool.

"Guess Daddy will catch you guys later." Tony chuckles, watching us amused.

"Guess so Daddy." I don't get a chance to catch the way his nostrils flare a bit or how he licks his lips at my statement as he watches his daughter steer me away.

Her and I have a blast in the pool for a couple hours, Morgan even more so as I sit on the edge with just my feet in. She shows me how well she's gotten a swimming since the last time we saw each other. It's beyond obvious her practice is paying off; my best lil buds gonna be ready for competitions in no time.

After, Tony brings us hot cheesy pizza for dinner as she grabs his laptop and shows me how to do the newest tik tok dance challenges that she and her friends like the most. We lay by the pool eat and laugh together as all the goofy and cool new trends come up. It just surprises me that a young girl can navigate the platform so efficiently. The smartie pants even makes me an account so I can keep up with what she's up to.

"Alright, little girl. Its 7:30, time to go to sleep. We'll do a bath in the morning. Go brush your teeth and get into your pjs. Daddy and I'll be by to say goodnight when your done."

The good girl that Morgan is, she kisses my cheek and skips off into the house. I quickly clean up our mess and head off to search for Tony.

When I find him it's 7:45 and he's laid out on the couch in one of his dens, arm thrown tiredly over his face. I think he's asleep from his even breaths, the calm rise and fall of his athletic bare chest. Fuck he makes my mouth water the way he lays with his legs spread wide, wearing only a pair of soft cotton light grey sweats low on his hips. His toned tummy and the thin line of his happy trail entice me to come closer for a better look and I'm right behind him in an instant. Goddam the bulge of his cock looks girthy as fuck.

I reach out and lightly massage at his shoulders, bending for just a moment to whisper at his ear.

"Its time for Daddy to go say goodnight."

Tony removes his arm and gazes up at me tiredly. The short low groan helps activate the already swirling storm in my gut. There's no way my panties aren't wet.

"Ok, honey. Let's go." Sitting up a few inches before pausing as Jarvis begins to speak.

"Actually Mr. Stark, Morgan has been asleep for 3 minutes 26 seconds. I predict she will not be awake for another 10 and a half hours sir."

"Thanks." Daddy relaxes into my touch again before speaking again.

"Hey Jarvis?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark?"

"Take a walk."

"Yes sir."

There's a quiet beep signaling the AI's exit as I continue to massage Tony's strong shoulders.

"Come here, beautiful. Come sit on Daddy's lap, let's talk." He requests gently.

I know we've been crossing some kinda boundary the way we speak to one another, but if I do as he asks this'll be a clear violation in his marriage. I don't wanna cause harm to Tony in any way, in fact I ache to make him happy however I can. That desire in itself is probably what has me toeing of my shoes and plopping my round ass cheeks right on his dick before I have another thought.

He's half hard and I'm baffled how I didn't notice because he's already so thick. The first press of my pussy against it has me biting my lip and pushin again and again to mimic the pressure on my clit. My breath puffs out as I hold back a moan at the feeling. Christ, I'm throbbing in need and I've sittin in his lap for a total of 5 seconds.

"Did my 2 favorite girls have fun?" Tony asks seemingly unaffected..

Except when i squint it seems his breath accelerates just a bit through his slightly open mouth, warm strong chest rising and falling just a fraction faster. His palms slide underneath my skirt to the top of my thighs, tenderly rubbing in a circular motion as I lightly hump at his cock.

"So much fun, Daddy. I'm kinda tired though, long day. Obviously not long as yours. You look exhausted. You ok?"

He only tilts his head and offers a small shrug.

"I kinda feel better now that I get to see my little cheer captain in her sexy uniform." Tony leers up at me with a smirk before winkin, making me bust out in laughter.

"So how's classes sweetheart? You doin okay?"

"I am, first semester was a bit difficult but I got the ropes now. I'm a fuckin superstar." I brag with a smile.

"That's great honey, glad to hear it." He replies warmly, rotating his hips in circles against me.

"Still don't ever forget that I gotta blank check with your name on it. Matter fact, you're not leavin here this weekend without it. Got it?" He asks sternly, lookin directly into my soul.

"Yes Daddy." I answer without a second thought.

"Good girl." He praises, moaning low in his throat at my swift movements.

"Well.." I lean forward till our lips are almost touching and look deep into his pretty eyes. "What can I do to make Daddy feel better?"

Tony breaks first. He roughly presses his lips to mine, sucking and kissing as he holds me in place with one hand on the back of head. The other hand grips my thigh firmly as he dominates our kiss passionately. His fine ass licks into my mouth while groaning, sucking on the tip of my tongue as I moan loud and frantically crush our pelvis' together. He gives me one nip to my lips before speaking against them.

"Make Daddy cum, sweetheart."

"How?" I ask nervously, pulling back to look into his hazy eyes.

"Any way you want gorgeous."

My hips come to a halt as I think for a moment before sliding off his lap to my knees and greedily soakin in the growl he emits when he notices the wet spot I left on his crotch.

Pulling my medium sized perky tits through the designed slit at the bottom of my cheer top, showing him stiff pierced nipples. A small slim chain hangs between my breasts, connecting the 2 piercings. I shake my titties at him, smiling at his hypnotized glazed stare at my supple chest.

"Fuck my tits." I demand, slightly dipping my head forward to let a generous glob of spit splat between them.

There's no need to ask twice as Tony hastily snatches his dick from his sweats and slides it between my round brown orbs. He relaxes back into the deep navy blue sectional while I press my breasts together to surround his thick shaft and begin with slow strokes. Biting those delicious lips, his head dips further into the couch as he watches me through slits. Daddy looks so fucking good as he fights the pleasure enveloping his dick.

"Hoooooh, fu- AH! Jesus y/n, feels so good. Thank you, pretty girl. Ohfuck! Just what I needed. Mmmm.. Yeah, yeah just like thaaat.."

His arms hang limp at his sides as he lets me unravel him. Poor baby, his eyes don't know where to look, darting from my dark nipples to his big fat dick stabbing up through the swell of my breasts. I take a mental picture of the way he loses his mind in my body, hips coming up erratically to meet my downward thrusts.

"You like slipping your fat cock between my titties, Daddy?" I ask innocently, squeezing his dick a bit more firmly.

"Ah, ah, yes babygirl! N-never felt this gooood!" He sputters back to me.

"Glad you're enjoying yourself. Though the other option was to lay on my back, spread open my legs and wet little pussy to you. Let you be the judge of which hole of mine you wanted.. first.."

I speed up my slippery tits, fucking his twitching cock from base to tip at a quick steady pace. The spit turned out to be the perfect lubricate as he easily plunges his dick between my tits.

"Oh fuck little girl, so goddamn perfect for me- haaaashit! Ahhaaaa, fuck! Ohmyfuckinggod y/n want that so bad. N-need to fuck every inch of you honey.."

His hands ball into fists as he widens his stance, giving me ample room to work. Those gorgeous eyes roll back into his head as he gasps at the sensation building in his groin.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please! Letmefuckyouhoney! P-please, need to cum y/n. Aaaaaaahfuuuuuck! Haven't cum in months. Pleasepleaseplease, will do anything sweetheart!"

Now completely understanding Tony's absolute desperation, my cunt flutters as his pleas to feel my pussy double and rise in volume. I slam my tits onto his dick repeatedly, loud wet smacking intermixed with his sobs.

"How long Daddy? Exactly how long since you sprayed your thick milky cream outta this big fat ass cock?" I ask, leaning to give kitten licks to the wide flushed tip.

I moan animatedly at the taste of the salty precum dripping from his leaky dick. It's so fucking addicting that I hungrily slurp on the head of his dick. His abs ripple as his body trembles through the onslaught.

"Almost a-Haaa! FUCK! Almostayeeeear! Ohshitohshit, gonna c-cum babygirl!"

Fuck that's way too damn long, so I resolve to not make him wait a second longer to fill up a wet and willing pussy.

"Yeeees ah, ah, ahhhh- wait! What the fuck?Come back here little girl!"

I giggle as I duck away from his hands swiping to pull my back towards his equally enraged dick. I scoot back on the plush white carpet, pulling off my squort and parting my shapely cocoa thighs. He's so immediately entranced at me spreading my pussy lips with one hand as I crook my finger and invite him over with the other.

"Oh fuck me, thank you sweetheart. Love you so much babygirl, you don't even know. Your my perfect girl, wish you were my wife instead honey."

I don't know if Tony knows he's speaking as he clumsily takes his place between my legs but the admission warms my heart.. And my pussy. I kiss his neck and hold him tight as he thanks me profusely for letting him inside.

He aims his dick at my pulsing little hole, tapping my clit twice before slipping about an inch of his dick inside. I keen at the stretch, whining and pulling at him for more but apparently that's all Daddy needs. Slamming his eyes shut, he hunches over me going completely feral and unloads months and months worth of frustration into me.

"Yea-eeeees, little girl! Lemme breed my favorite girl. Haaaaa fuck! Feels like heaven, cantstophoney! Ah, ah, ah, so gooood y/n. Love you much! So so so much!"

I relish how fucking whiny he becomes as he releases heavy splats of cum against my walls. The pressure of his load makes me moan like a whore underneath him as he holds me to his carpet by my shoulders and gives us both what we need.

"That's it Daddy, fill me up. Make me take your cum. I want all of it, yeeeees! Don't waste a drop, gimme my cream pleeeeease. My wet little kitty wants to drink up a thick dose of your milk Daddy, gimme!"

The force of Tony's nut stuns him but his fluttering lid reopens as he gazes at my face. Even through his flismy focus he stares at the sloppy saliva spattered on my tits and tummy down to where his dick splits me open wide.

It's my turn to become distressed as I hump at the rock hard cock dripping the last few drops of his load into my greedy cunt. Neither of us hear the front door open in our opposite state of minds; or the footsteps clicking towards our location.

"What the fuck?!" Peppers deranged voice echoes throughout the dim den making us jumps, the cock piercin me unintentionally stabbing a few inches deeper.

I wail in fucking pure delight, nails scratching down Tony's back as he immediately seethes at her entrance. It's clear he's not happy she interrupted our private moment. Still, his dick remains stiff as fuck inside me.

Lookin up at his wife with disdain, brows still pinched from the feeling of my pussy clutching at him hungrily, he demands that she leave.

Maybe it's time for Daddy to get a divorce..

[drawingjester00]

I was hoping to finish by Friday but had writers block but I decided to share another small part. @jaytriesstuff

Damian had two encounters with the ghost boy yesterday. The stupid boy was plaguing his thoughts. Damian was on his way to the animal shelter he volunteered at. He almost didn't notice the little mews from the alley. He peered down the alleyway. He saw a noirette boy holding a sphynx kitten.

Damian walked down the alley. He couldn't ignore the poor cat. He hoped the stranger was willing to give it to him without a problem.

"Hey, what are you doing with that cat?"

Danny looked up. It was the rich kid from yesterday. He was in casual clothes and walking full speed towards Danny.

Danny smiled, "I heard this little guy and wanted to help. Is there a shelter nearby?"

"Yes. I'm heading there now if you want I can take the cat."

"Nah I got it you can just lead the way."

"Fine if you insist."

"The name is Danny by the way."

"Well Danny, my name is Damian."

Damian waited for Danny to walk over to him before leading the way. Two cute strangers in two days. Whatever he did to deserve this he apologizes. This was just cruel now because of the all cute normal looking guys this one low-key looked like one of his father's adoptees. The silence was weird but luckily it didn't take long to arrive at the shelter.

"I can take her. They aren't your responsibility."

"Nah I wanna make sure this little one gets the attention they need."

Damian gave him a small smile. He can admire that.

"If you fill out a volunteer form you come to the back with me," Damian handed him the form and pen, "here that way you can help."

Danny smirked, "Do you invite every cute guy with a cat to the back to help?"

"No, because I haven't found a cute guy with a cat yet."

"I have doubts but who am I to question a cute guy."

"I'm not cute and I retract my offer. I find you annoying now."

"Too late," Danny filled out the paper as the cat sat on the ledge, "there now let's get the kitty some food."

Damian scowled and grabbed the paper. He muttered under his breath as he led Danny to the back where the cages are. He grabbed another paper.

"Fill out this as best you can. It basically describes the cat and why you're here. I do need to take her to the back for a regular check-up before we feed her."

Danny gave Damian the sphynx kitten before filling out the papers. Damian brought the kitten back to the other parts of the shelter. He looked for Selina before spotting her in the supply closet.

"Selina, I have another stray cat for you."

She stepped out of the closet noticing the cat in Damian's arms, "you and both know your father or Alfred doesn't want us bringing more cats in."

"Not to adopt but he needs a check-up."

"I can sure do that. Is that cute kid your with the one who found," she checks the cat's gender, "who found her."

"He's not cute but yes. She was in the alley by Grand street. How did you know I came here with someone?"

Selina gestured to the security room, "Poor thing. Let's have a look then."

"Thanks, Selina."

Damian brought the cat to Selina's examination room before going back to Danny.

"Where's my cat?" Danny looked around frantically.

"She's fine. She's getting a check-up by the best vet," Damian smirked, "So she is your cat now."

"I mean I would like her to be."

"Aren't you only visiting Gotham? How do you plan on keeping and bringing her home?"

"Good point but I'll think of something."

"Well while you're formulating a plan you can help me take care of these guys."

Damian shows Danny the routine. They worked pretty well with one another. There were a couple of other volunteers but none of them usually talked to Damian. It was weird seeing him sorta smiley.

They were putting the last of the dogs away when Selina came out holding the cat. Danny instantly rushed over.

"You must be the one who found her. What's your name?"

"Danny Fenton ma'am. "

"Well, Danny it's a good thing you brought her in when you did any longer if the cold didn't get her starvation would have."

"Will she be okay?"

"Yes, she just needs proper food and warmth. Damian. Why don't you two take the kitten—"

"Cleo."

Damian looked at him confused, "what?"

"Her name is Cleo, like Cleopatra except she is a cat. So it's Cleo-paw-tra."

Selina stifled a laugh and Damian groaned. This kid is a dork.

"Okay, then why don't you two take Cleo to what we call the pamper station. She's gonna need a warm bath, food, and love."

"Yes ma'am," Danny grabbed the cat then Damian's hand, "lead the way short stuff."

Damian scowled but his tan skin couldn't hide his blush. He muttered something under his breath and dragged the boy along. Selina smiled as the boys left.

Damian brought them into the pamper room. He started the warm bath and filled it with a bit of bubbles. Damian put on long thick gloves.

"What's that for?"

"These will help protect your arms. She might try to claw us when we bathe her," Damian grabbed the cat, "put on a pair."

Danny listened. It was a weird feeling but it was not any weirder than the feeling of being possessed or possessing someone. Luckily the cat seemed to enjoy the bath. The pair chatted a bit. Damian paused to think about something before looking straight at Danny.

"Have you seen a ghost boy since you came here?"

"A what?"

"Ghost. A supernatural spector."

"Nope. You must have been seeing things."

"I most definitely did not imagine a vampire-like creature fighting with a cute ghost only to be sweeped into his arms after."

Danny turned red. Damian thought his ghost half was cute. It seems to be a trend. To be fair they just met and Damian doesn't know they are the same. While his brain was malfunctioning because of the offhand compliment his pants decided to go intangible. Damian raised a brow. Danny just about completely died.

"Charming. Usually, people have dinner or a movie first before taking off their clothes."

"I can explain."

"Why don't you pull up your pants."

Danny listened, absolutely embarrassed.

Damian chuckled, "so ghost. That's an interesting choice."

"Let's not discuss this. It's embarrassing enough without you complimenting my boxer pattern."

"Mhm. She's all clean. Dry her off then put her on the heated animal bed. I'm gonna go grab her food."

Danny grabbed a towel and dried off Cleo. She was looking better already. He looked around the room spotting the beds Damian mentioned. He brought Cleo over who happily made herself comfortable. Damian came over a few moments later with wet food and a bowl of water. Before either one of them could say anything a big green dog phased through a wall.

"What the fuck."

"Damian, go grab a dog toy. I'll go grab treats."

Damian listened, running to the toy bin. Danny changed into his ghost form. Cujo growled at him.

"What's the matter, boy?"

The dog barked at him. Danny was confused. Cujo is usually a good dog. He changed into his ghost form.

"Cujo it's me. Why are you all worked up?"

Damian squeaked the dog toy. The dog didn't pay any mind to it and instead went for Cleo.

"Is this about Cleo? Aw puppy you're not being replaced, I still love you," he scratched under Cujo's chin, "who's a good boy?"

Cujo shrank to his puppy form, his tail wagging happily. Danny pet the dog for a bit before grabbing the thermos. He pops the cap and the ghost dog goes in. Fanny sighed relieved.

"So Cujo. That's a pretty unique name."

Danny jumped, "hello Uh civilian."

Damian rolled his eyes, "you know if you wanna keep your identity a secret you really should be less obvious. "

"It's not what it looks like I swear."

"Danny, relax. I'm not gonna tell anyone. I'm more embarrassed that you know that I think you're cute."

"I totally forgot you said that."

Damian groaned. Of course this would be his luck. He didn't like the look on Danny's face.

"I would turn back before someone else sees you."

"Awe you care," Danny laughed as Damian threw the toy at him, "alright no need to get violent."

Danny changed back into his normal self. He was a bit worried about Damian knowing but there isn't anything he could really do now. He would have to let Sam and Tucker know later. For now he was just gonna have fun with it.

"So you think I'm cute."

"I believe I have also told you I can kick your ass and will if I feel the want to do so."

"For the record I think you're cute too."

Danny could see the blush take over Damian's cheek. It was super cute.

"How's Cleo?"

Danny looked over. In the time it took to deal with Cujo she ate and was down for a nap. Danny petted Cleo, smiling softly. Damian scurried off to put away the dog toy. Both of them knew Damian was just trying to get away from the situation.

When Damian came back he had a big blanket.

"I don't think Cleo would appreciate being buried with that," Danny gestured to the blanket, "what's it for."

"You. She needs human contact. If you followed we have mats and stuff in the playroom so you can cuddle with her. "

Damian scurried off and Danny scooped up the cat and followed. Damian was walking fast like he was being followed by some degenerates.

"Hey slow down. I don't wanna jostle her."

Damian stopped and mumbled a sorry. He continued to lead him. They ended up in a big room full of toys, beds and cat towers.

Danny put down the kitten. Cleo took a few careful steps before going to play. Damian watched as Danny played with her. It was cute. The minute that thought popped into Damian's head he shooed it out. It doesn't matter how cute Danny is, they also just met. He can't go crazy over him yet. Then it dawned on him. He kissed Danny after being 'rescued'. Although on the cheek it was no less embarrassing.

"Hey Damian you okay looking a little red."

Damian jumped not realizing how close Danny had come to him. He socked him in his arm and muttered a shut up. Danny laughed.

"You're annoying, I regret everything now shoo." Damian pouted.

"Aww don't be like that. We both know you don't actually want me to leave. Plus you're cute when you pout."

Damian scowled, " I'm not cute! Keep it up ghost boy I'm gonna—"

"Gonna what. Kick my ass? Feed me to the dogs? Call a priest? Yeah I can escape from all those situations."

Damian huffed and crossed his arms. Danny chuckled and went back to playing with the cat. They hung out there for a while. It was approaching dinner time when Selina came in.

"Alfred called and said he wants you home for supper. "

"Are you going home now too?"

"Once Brittany comes in I can go if you want to wait for me. Does your friend need a ride?"

Danny looked away from the cat, "No ma'am."

Selina nodded, "Okay get ready to go Brittany should be here soon."

Damian acknowledged her and she left. They clean up the mess and set up Cleo temporary home. Damian seemed nervous. Danny can't think of any reason why. Damian tugged on Danny's sleeve. Danny turned and looked at him. Danny's breath got caught in his throat. He knew in his ghost form he had unnaturally green eyes but Damian's were different. The sparkled almost like a light shining through an emerald.

"I was thinking," Damian shuffled a bit uncomfortable, " maybe we can hang out again. "

"Hell yeah, " Danny handed Damian his phone, "give me your number and we can talk about it."

Damian grabbed Danny's phone. He rolled his eyes at the ghost wallpaper. He put in his name and number. He was excited. Not long after Damian and Selina left.

Danny shot Sam a text asking where they were. She texted back with a map link. He hurried over.

"You guys won't believe what just happened."

"Does it have to do with that stupid look on your face?" Sam asked as she picked off the cheese on her slice.

"This is just my regular face!"

Sam rolled her eyes, "Mhm what happened?"

"You remember the kid I saved yesterday," both teens nodded, "well I saw him again and I got his number."

Tucker choked on his pizza. Sam patted his back until he stopped. Tucker looked at Danny bewildered.

"You're telling you got a billionaire, ward of Bruce Wayne, practically a celebrity phone number."

"Oh yeah I forgot he was wealthy but yeah. He's really down to earth. He's snarky, cute, great with animals, and he was totally cool with the ghost thing."

"He was cool with getting kidnapped," Sam looked at him, "Danny you sure this is a good idea."

"No not with getting kidnapped but me being a ghost anyway there is no way—"

Tucker and Sam stood up at the same time and yelled, "he knows?"

Danny smiled sheepishly, "I wasn't planning on telling him but you know some stuff happened it was unavoidable. I'll explain later."

"Explain now!"

Danny ran through everything that happened. He started at finding the cat and ending with the phone number without leaving out a detail. Both of his friends were stunned. Danny happily stole a slice of the pie and ate. It was a good day.

Selina was quiet the first half of the ride. He knew what was coming though. As if on cue Selina lowered the music.

"So that boy. Who is he?"

"A friend."

"Just a friend?"

"As of now, yes. We just met Selina."

"Mhm. And you already gave him your number."

Damian groaned," it's not a big deal."

"So it totally has nothing to do with the fact he is exactly your type and an animal lover."

"Not going to dignify that with a comment."

Selina chuckled at her son's now red cheeks. Hopefully this boy doesn't break his heart. Dealing with heartbreak after Jon was hard and he just now got to a good place.

"Regardless, I'm in your corner. He seems like a kind kid and it's nice seeing you opening up again. I'm proud of you no matter the outcome."

"Thanks," Damian paused, "thanks mom."

It took all of Selina's willpower not to gush. Damian was the last of the kids to come around after Bruce and herself got married. She smiled and put up the music and focused on getting home.

[phoniexrose02]

Robby Keene x Black! Reader

You awoke with a Painful ache in your Back, This Week had Really Been Beating your Ass. Both of your Jobs Decided to Work you to the Nail, Unfortunately Missing your Boyfriend's Karate Tournament. Robby Understood of course, But you'd Felt like such an Ass and When you found out about the Outcome you'd Felt even More Responsible. Everything Just Seemed to Be working against you Right now.

"Next Off Day Robby I Swear..."

You Held your phone Close to your Ear an Huffed a Tired Breathe"You know I want too~" stared around the empty Breakroom, Robby Sat awake in New bed. He'd Felt a Bit Odd in his New Room an Decided to Spark the Room up a bit, a lit preroll in between his fingers. Getting high asf after all the recent shit he'd been threw was Great But as great as it way all he could think about right now was You.

"Mm~ you Owe me like 24hr Worth of Cuddles already Sweetheart" He Grumbled out staring up into his Ceiling."I might be able to Get the Weekend~" You smiled to yourself, it finally felt Forever since you'd seen Him and now that he Lived closer you could get to him a lot cheaper." We can Cuddle all we Want, Maybe ruin that New Bed of yours~" you Whispered, Robby Could Feel the Ideas coming to his Mind. His Dick Getting excited to the thought, you Groaned Looking Toward the Clock.

Back to it I guess....

"My 30 mins is almost up, I'll see you This weekend Baby"

As the Called Ended Robby Stared around his Room, Looked a bit Bland...Soo he Decides to make it Fun For both of you. He Spend a Good Chunk of his Weekly allowance to Deck out his Room, Posters, New Pillows, Candles, an a few pedals and Flowers. He let himself Browse around the mall for anything else that Would lighten your Mood, Robby smiled after a bit of Walking around Laying his Eyes on the Perfect Gift.

As Friday Came you routinely Called Him up after your shift as you Waited for your Lyft."Hope you weren't Working to Hard gorgeous" you smiled Bright as you usually did when he Answered your Call."Mm'Trying" you spoke quietly."I Called a Ride I should be Over in a bit"

"Cancel it."

"Wha- Why??"

He hung up Leaving You a Bit confused an Huffed before putting him on you speaker you Cancelled your Ride, Before you could fully register his request you were pulled away with a Loud honk." Need a Lift Gorgeous" your eyes Fell on the EagleFang Van."No Way he let you Drive it!" You yelled happily prancing to the Passengers Seat, as you were about to hop in You Noting the Beautiful flower bouquets."Oh Robby, how Gentleman Like~" you Hop in Setting your Bag onto the Ground an the Flowers in your lap.

"Only the Best for my Girl~" You Both Lean in for a Longing Kiss, He let his ringed Fingers Gently Rest on your Face, the Cool Metal Meeting your Warm Cheeks." I Missed you~" he Quietly Hummed out as he pulled away from you." I missed you Too, I'm so Sorry I couldn't get to you Sooner"

"Don't worry bout it baby, We'll make it all Up tonight~"

You Placed your Hand on his Thigh Most of the Drive, it Seemed like so much to talk about But Silence Quickly Over took."Soo, how are things? Living with your Dad I Mean.." he Huffed as if to think very Carefully about the Subject."Better. I'm actually gonna be a Big Brother" You Eyes instantly Widened in Shock."Holy Fuck I didn't think he had it in him! So how do you Feel? Have you Met her yet?" He Nodded letting out a Relieved Sigh." She's cool, I'm kinda Proud of him, it's still a little weird tho. But we're working through it.." he finally Said with a Confident Smile, You let your hand rest on his shoulder an Gently Grazed at his Neck.

The small gesture Brought him Comfort, as he Pulled into the Driveway and Parked the Car He finally Looked over to you, Your Curvy Body Shoved into the Uncomfortable Work uniform."Is He Home?" You asked Softly Taking in your Surroundings, an Robby Examined your Beautiful Lips as you Speak." nah, He promised to go stay with her tonight." You smiled and He Gave a Bright one back, you Both Grabbed your things before Heading Inside.

"I love you, you know that?" he Blurted out Randomly in the Hallway as he Stopped at his Door, a Smirk stretched against your chubby Cheeks."I know Robby~" you planted a kiss to his Cheek, an you two Proceeded to open his door.

Smoke n' Fuck?~

You giggled at as the Read the petals aligned on his Bed. You examined his Room an Smiled, you loved just Being in his Safe Space it Brought you comfort." It's amazing Baby, and of Course I'll Smoke N' Fuck with you~" You pull off your uncomfony work shoes and place them next to the door with your Bag."You want some of my clothes?" You placed the Flowers at his Desk an began to Strip from your Tight Clothes as Time Robby started to Rummage through his Draws.

"Sure. You got Sum Rolled for me?~" you Wrapped your arms around his Waist letting your tits Press Heavily onto his Back." Of Course, I also got another Present for ya".

He Dug into the Bottom of his Draws handed the you a gifted wrapped bag,You Gush as you pulled out a Box Reading 'Magic Wand' with a Smirk."You didn't~" it'd felt like forever since you two had Been intimate, you Pulled the Toy From the Box Before turning it on. The strong vibrations in your fingers Send a Tinkle Down your Spine. You play with the Settings of the Toy Smirking at the highest. "Wanna Test it Out?~"

You Nodded an he helped you Undress the rest of you clothing, you Plopped down onto the bed some petals Falling to the Floor in Result. You watched from his Bed as a Pulled off his Top an Slipped a Prerolled into his Mouth, you bite your lip as Taking in his Beautiful physique."I know we said 'Fuck Cobra Kai' , But Damn Did they get you Ripped~" he quickly discarding of his pants with a Chuckled. Only left in his Boxers he Crawled in between your legs Spreading them to his Liking, your glistening Cunt in perfect view. You hand him the Wand and he Switches it out for the J.

"Fuck Cobra Kai, this was all Me Baby~" he turned it onto its first setting as you took a long Drag. He let out a quiet groan at the strong vibrations, something about it making him Dick Twitch."You ready Beautiful?~" You Nodded Resting On your Elbows, Robby Made sure to place the ashtray onto his Bed as soon as he Lit it so you two would have no Reason to Split apart again.

He placed the Toy Against your gush Cunt, the Strong Vibration Made Jerk. He Held your Side with one hand keeping you steady."Easy Baby, Relax~" Robby slowly moved the Soft Bud Up to your Clit, an you Took another Huff with a Quiet Hum. You Wiggled your hips against the Vibrating toy." Your Leaking all over this thing baby, I take it you like?~" you Nodded in approval taking another hit before Gently Shoving the Toy away.

"It's a really stimulating, But you Promised me a Good Fuck~" you Two Switched out once again and you turned on the wand settings up. "You sure you can Handle that? Seem a Little jumpy with this thing alone." Robby asked as he Hit the Joint as you played with yourself in Bliss."Jumpy's Good, an you usually have the strength to keep me Down~" your Toes Curled as you Found your Sweet Spots with the Toy."Hey! Your Not Cumming without me~"

Robby Placed the Roach onto the Ashtray before Pulling his Hard Dick From his Boxers. He Ran his Hard Cock threw your Leaking Folds He Let out a Gentle Grunt as he Made Contact with the Toy, you Gently place your hands against his Guiding the Toy to your Sweet Spots."Fuck~ your Gushing~" He Held your hips n Place before Shoving his Tip in your Hole, he Sunk inside Your soaking Cunt.

Robby's hips Shook as his Pelvis met with the Buzzing Plaything, He Hummed as his Hips Quickly Jerked into you. His Rough Thrust Making Dawning you Speechless, you Fell Back into the Pillows as Robby Fucked you into the Mattress.

Fuck New Favorite~

"More! More!~" you Chanted To him as you Reached For his Abs, he Growled an Tensed Ramming down Deep, Your hips Jump as Robby placed the Toy onto its highest Setting He let out a Deep Moan Feeling the Vibration himself,Your Walls Clung on tight forcing him to Speed up his Thrust.

" Oh God! Oh God! I'm Cumming Robby! I'm Cumming!~" You Gripped at the Sheets and your Toes Curl, he pulled the Wand from your Cunt as you Spilled you Juices onto him, Robby Pulled himself out and with a Few Strokes he Cums over your stomach and Clit."Fuck, I think this might be my New Favorite~" He Pulled himself from the Bed and put away the Wand. "We'll play with her More Later" You were left pretty Boneless as he Cleaned you up, your high brain Going Bland for a sec.

"Fuck...I got Munchies now" You shameful Whispered an he Giggled Fixing the Sweat Strands of Hair and pulling on a Pair of Sweatpants." Let me take you out..?"

"No Way, You still owe me my Cuddles" he Slide back into Bed Pulling you Close to his Chest, he was Warm against your back and his hands Gripped your Naked Waist Tight."How about DoorDash an a movie?" He Grunted at the thought of spending anything on him at all." If we Smoke before It'll Taste Better..."

"Fine, But I refuse to let you leave my Bed Pretty Girl~"

More Cobra Kai 🐍

[anamoon63]

Hi guys, I am writing this in case anyone wonders why I have been kind of MIA lately. No, I haven't forgotten you, but I have had a difficult week, more than a difficult week, I have been through a real ordeal. Where or how it started it's a long story which I don't have the time or the energy to tell, so I'll just share a brief chronology of what happened during this past week.

Friday May 3 - I turned in my finished work and set out to do my sims posts, play and rest for the weekend since more work would be coming my way on Monday.

Saturday May 4 - My husband came down with the flu, I spent most of the day with him in the emergency room.

Sunday May 5 - I spent it taking care of my husband, who fortunately no longer had a fever. I barely slept two hours at night giving care and medication.

Monday 6 May - My birthday, we couldn't go out for dinner as usual, so we celebrated at home.

Tuesday, May 7 - My son comes down with the flu, too, another afternoon in the ER and sleepless night caring for him and bringing down his fever.

Wednesday, May 8 - My son starts to feel better, and begins to recover very quickly. I start working on the following translations, at the same time I take care of both my husband and my sick son, do food, laundry, order home medicines, and all kinds of small chores, including disinfecting things. It's like going back to 2020.

Thursday, May 9 - My husband no longer has a fever but does have a cough that won't go away and minor problems with his asthma.

Friday, May 10 - Mother's Day, my son was feeling fine, my husband still had a cough, and had a doctor's appointment at noon, when he returned, we celebrated at home just like on my birthday, I spent the rest of the day working, and juggling a thousand other things. In the evening my daughter started to feel sick, but still no fever.

Saturday, May 11 (yesterday) - My daughter woke up with a fever, another visit to the ER. She was prescribed flu medicine, painkillers and rest, and sent home.

And that's my odyssey so far. On top of it all, from Wednesday through Saturday we were in the middle of a heat wave with temperatures of 37ºC with real feel of up to 45ºC; at night we get a "cooler" temperature of 29ºC. So imagine a person with a fever of 38 ºC and with this heat, obviously it's not of much help.

Surprisingly, I haven't gotten sick so far, but I'm not claiming victory. I have been taking care of my family for a week, sleeping two or three hours a night, getting up at different times to check on them, or give them medicine. I don't have time for getting sick! Lol. Thankfully, everyone is better and last night for the first time in a week I was able to sleep straight through. Honestly, I don't need many hours of sleep, but I am routinely and usually I am in bed a 11 pm and up at 8 am every day, so all this did upset my sleep cycle a little bit.

Anyway, that is the reason why I wasn't here much, since the whole day I was too busy, and at night I was so tired all I wanted was to go to bed. I apologize if I've fallen behind on your updates, I'm not ignoring you in any way, I just didn't have the strength or the time, not even to play The Sims. If I did, it was just a little free play to distract myself.

Last week I told you that I was juggling a lot of things, well now I have even more things, lol, at times I feel really exhausted, and even a little cranky from lack of sleep, the first few days my feet and legs hurt so much from going back and forth, but I'm fine, healthy, and in good spirits. Today I believe, as never before, that the universe does not send you more than you can handle.

At this point my family is already in recovery, if I don't get sick too, it's likely by I'll be able to get back to my simming routine. Now, if I do get sick, I hope to recover as quickly as the others. Whatever happens, I'll be around. Know that, even if I don't comment, I read you, and I am with you, especially with those who are going through difficult times of any kind.

Ok, I said to myself this was going to be a short post, but I made a wall of text instead (for a change). My apologies if it's written in a sloppy or confusing way, I just wanted to write it quickly to let you know where I have been and what has been going on with me these days. I hope you are all well, please take care of yourselves, health is a treasure that can be lost at any moment, the flu is a nasty disease, we must never let our guard down and forget to take the necessary measures to prevent it.

Last, but not least, I want to thank all of you who have mentioned me, tagged me, sent me asks and/or stars to my inbox, commented and/or liked what few posts I could do these days, I appreciate it very much and I'll try to reply to you as soon as I can, though I've fallen so far behind that I don't know if I'll be able to find your mentions in my notifications. In any case, thank you very, very much to all of you for thinking about me in my absence. 💗 I'll see you soon, hopefully, with more sim adventures, stay tuned!

[basketballanonsblog]

Vulnerability

Happy advanced birthday, Jeongie! This is the continuation of 'Amidst the darkness'

-x-

Four simultaneous and high pitched squeals made you wince as you covered your ears.

As per usual on a Friday night, Chaeyoung and Mina, along with your two other friends Sana and Dahyun, who were soulmates too, invited themselves to your apartment.

At first it surprised you, but their presence in your life was a welcomed part of your routine. You felt less lonely with them around.

"Y/n has finally met her soulmate! Our baby is finally growing up!" Sana pinched your cheeks and you playfully swatted her hands away.

"Sana, I'm literally older than all of you combined."

"Shhhh. Just tell us everything."

You told them as much as you can since your interaction with your newfound soulmate was brief but they squealed again when you mentioned your hands touched as you returned her handkerchief.

However, you blushed at their laughter when you told them the final detail. In hindsight, you should have expected it.

"Oh my god, you ran away?!" You glared at Chaeyoung who just doubled in laughter as she asked the question.

"I'm Jeongyeon. It's nice to finally meet you, y/n."

The initial giddiness wore off, along with the glow, bringing you back to reality. Wow. Your soulmate was gorgeous.

"Y/n?" From now on, no one else aside from her is allowed to say your name.

Say something, fool!

I think I love- not that!

"I- um. Never mind. I have to..."

You shook your head and ran to your car, leaving her confused.

"I panicked okay! I was overwhelmed." Suddenly, you groaned out of frustration and sat down.

"What if I never see her again? Then I'll be branded as the idiot who ran away from their soulmate. I don't even know her last name."

"Is this her? Dahyun piped up.

She showed you her phone which lo and behold revealed Jeongyeon's instagram profile.

"How?"

"She was one of the members of a group I wrote a song for. When you said her name I thought this could be her."

"Oh dubu, I could just kiss you!" You engulfed her tightly, lifting her off the floor.

"Hey! Get your own girlfriend."

"Believe me, I'll try."

~◇~

On the other side of town, another group of five women were also celebrating this exciting event.

"I can't believe she ran away from you."

"Cut her some slack Nayeon unnie. It was quite cute. She blushed when I smiled at her before stuttering and running away." Jeongyeon recounted the encounter with a smile of her own.

"Look how smitten she is! You should invite her tomorrow."

A ding of a notification answered on her behalf as she saw a message on Instagram.

"Oh my god it's her."

"How did she find you so quickly?"

Jeongyeon opened the message and laughed.

"It's Dahyun! She stole her phone to message me."

Another notification came through, this time it was for a video call. Nayeon snatched the phone and accepted.

"Dahyun!"

"Hey guys! Y/n is a good friend of mine, hence why I have her phone. She's quickly gone to get food so we can't talk for long."

"That's fine, but I'm guessing we all know how their first meeting went down." All of them laughed.

"Y/n rarely loses her composure, so Jeongyeon must have really turned her world upside down."

"Then as their friends, a little nudge in the right direction wouldn't hurt. Jeongyeon's birthday celebration is tomorrow night, you guys should come."

"We'll be there!"

"Great!"

Nayeon hung up and tossed phone back to its owner but Jeongyeon couldn't even be annoyed since the idea of seeing you elated her.

~◇~

Mina peered into your room, before taking a seat on the edge of your bed and lightly shaking your shoulder.

"Psst. Y/n. Wake up."

"Hm?"

"We have to go gift shopping."

"Sana's birthday is still more than a month away." You pulled the blanket over your head, trying to fall back asleep.

"True, but it's your soulmate's birthday today and we're seeing her later."

Now that woke you up. You shot up out of bed looking at Mina with wide eyes.

"WHAT?!"

~◇~

The five of you had made it to the apartment and you were grateful that it was only the ten of you; eight of which were hell bent on pushing you two together.

Which led you both to sitting outside on the balcony.

"Well, at least our friends are getting along."

"Because they teamed up to plan this. I didn't find out until this morning when Mina woke me up."

"You guys are close then?"

"Yeah, I've known Mina for a long time but how we met, is a story for a different day. The five of us live in the same building and they have access to my apartment, so they let themselves in whenever they want."

"Sounds like my friends and I too."

Silence befell momentarily before you revealed your gift.

"I heard you'd been wanting a camera."

Jeongyeon just stared in awe.

"Y/n...you didn't have to."

"I know, but I wanted to."

You smiled at her before glancing at her lips. Suddenly, you were feeling overwhelmed, like in your first meeting, so you looked straight ahead.

"Y/n?"

"Give me a moment, my heart needs to calm down."

"Do I make you that nervous?"

"You have no idea. You make me feel...vulnerable."

"Is that so wrong?"

You felt her rest her head on your shoulder before answering.

"Being vulnerable with you, will never be a bad thing."

"Good."

She moved closer, intertwining your arms together and it wasn't long before Jeongyeon fell asleep.

You looked at her once more, pressing your lips against her hair.

"Happy birthday Jeongyeon."

-♡-

I caved and posted this today instead of Tuesday 🤷🏽‍♀️

[frenchfrywrites]

SLAY! Vil is sickening!

MINORS DNI

warnings: top softish dom amab gn reader, sub bottom sick! Vil Schoenheit, snz, emeto, piss, little degradation, shower sex

Vil has been sniffling all week. Rook noticed it first (of course he did), and brought it to your attention. Neither of you have actually broached the topic with the man himself yet, for you're sure he's already very aware. 

By the end of today his nose is a rosy red and his cheeks look flushed- more so than his blush would account for. You follow Vil back to Pomefiore and into his room, your brow furrowing when the Housewarden drops his bag abruptly and flops onto the bed.

"I think you're getting sick" "I think I'm getting sick," you both say at the same time. Vil lets out an exhausted laugh as you meet him at his bed. 

"Let me feel your forehead," you bring the back of your hand to his forehead and he's definitely warm. You relay this information to Vil and he sighs, sniffles, then groans. 

"Ugh," he huffs under his breath, “I guess I’m lucky it’s Friday.” You give him a pitied look 

"How about you switch into some comfy clothes and I'll take care of you," you suggest. Vil must be too tired to argue because he does just that. He's still trying to be as poised as usual but you can see his exhaustion show through by how he clumsily dresses. 

After he carefully sets his uniform in his laundry basket you help Vil get tucked into bed, under a mass of blankets. 

"Have you removed your makeup?" You ask, reaching for some makeup wipes on his vanity.

Vil sits up suddenly,

"Oh God my routine," he sounds nearly panicked. You gently push him back down, shushing him,

"It's okay Vil, let's just get this makeup off for now and we can do your routine later, okay?" There's no way he's going to be well enough to get up and do his evening facial routine, but you give him hope so he stays in bed. 

Ever so gently you wipe down his sweaty face, removing his makeup carefully. Vil lets out appreciative noises at the feeling of the cool wipes on his quickly heating face. You watch as he sinks into the bed beneath him, and as you kiss his now clean forehead his eyes flutter shut. 

"Take a nap baby, I'm going to get you some meds. Do you want anything? Are you hungry?" He grimaces,

"No, not hungry. Maybe something to drink, please?" You brush stray hairs away from his beautiful face. 

"Of course lovely," you promise, getting up to shut off the lights as you leave.

From there you rush around campus: informing Rook that Vil is definitely very sick- you reassure that you'll be attentive and thorough with your care, narrowly avoiding a melodramatic rant about Vil's health- retrieving meds from the school store, running to your dorm room to grab a night bag for yourself (there's no way in hell that you're leaving your sick boyfriend alone for the night), then to the Pomefiore kitchen to get something for him to drink, you quickly grab some crackers in case he's hungry when you get back.

Vil is deep asleep when you return. You set some things down, rummage around for a bit, then make yourself comfortable on the loveseat at the end of his bed. 

He wakes up an hour or so later, disoriented and confused. 

"Hey,” you call quietly, making your presence known, “feel any better?" you ask, coming to his side. Vil squints at you, looks around the room, then looks back to you,

"What?" He sounds utterly perplexed.

"I asked if you felt any better," you repeat. Vil shakes his head, sniffles, then sneezes. It's loud, takes you by surprise, as you'd thought maybe he'd be one to let out quiet, squeaky, small sneezes. 

You hand him some tissues. 

"Thank you," he whimpers, blowing daintily (or as best as one can) into the tissue. 

“Are you hungry?” you check, running a hand through his sweat dampened hair. Vil shakes his head then leans into your touch. He sneezes again, then wipes his nose.

"I am really thirsty," he informs you, sounding nasally. You get him the juice and medicine, presenting them to him. Vil takes it, grumbling a bit, then downs the glass.

“What’s that?” he points to your overnight bag, slowly lowering himself so he can lay back down. You sit next to him on the bed,

“My overnight bag,” 

“No,” Vil groans, “I don’t want to get you sick,” he frowns. 

“Well, I don’t want you to not take care of yourself,” Vil huffs, “I’m going to stay here, and if I get sick I get sick.” He gives up the battle, closing his eyes and pulling his covers up. 

“Okay fine,” he pauses and then after a moment he quietly asks, “can you get me more juice? Please?”

The rest of the night you tend to his needs. He (begrudgingly) eats some soup, downs more juice than you would believe, watches a movie, goes through an entire box of tissues, and forces you to help him through his skin care routine as best as you can without getting out of bed. You manage to pull a few giggles from Vil as you fumble through his extensive routine.

He falls asleep early, and you tidy up the room so when he wakes he isn’t furious. You do a bit of homework, eat some dinner, then change into your pajamas, and do your nightly routine. 

After that you slip into bed next to your beautiful boyfriend, pull him close to you and drift off to sleep.

You awake to a wetness on your legs. When you look over, Vil is still fast asleep. As you become more conscious you put two and two together and figure he wet the bed. You curse yourself for not making him use the bathroom before he fell asleep. Ever so gently, you nudge him until- with a loud sniffle- he flutters his pretty lashes at you and opens his purple eyes.

He looks completely dazed.

"Whu-" he cuts himself off with a sniffle. "Why am I wet?" He rasps, looking down between the two of you. 

"I think you wet the bed," you answer timidly. Vil shoots his gaze back up to look at you, his eyes wide. 

"No," he hisses, and scampers out of the bed like it's on fire.

"Vil," you try calling out to him, but he's quickly making his way to the bathroom attached to his dorm. He slams the door behind him as you get out of the bed. By the time you reach the door you hear him retching. 

With renewed fervor you open the door to find Vil over the toilet, emptying his stomach. Cooing and shushing, you make yourself comfortable next to him, gathering his hair up into a makeshift ponytail with one hand, while the other rubs his back lovingly. 

Luckily he only pukes once, but he stays there for a bit, sniffling and dry heaving over the bowl. 

Carefully he moves his head away when he's done, then wipes his face with his hand. He looks defeated. You flush the toilet and pull him into your arms, still cooing softly. Vil clings to you loosely- he used a lot of energy in the last few moments. 

"I'm so sorry," he whimpers into your chest. You kiss the top of his head, 

"It's okay Vil, you're okay," you reassure. Truthfully none of this has bothered you. In fact, it's almost nice to be able to take care of your lover without him needing to have control over one thing or another. You'd never say that out loud though.

"To see me like this must be," he sniffles, "upsetting to say the least." You hum, 

"It's not. I mean, I don’t like that you’re not feeling well, but I still think you're the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on," Vil pulls away, shock evident on his face.

"Seriously?" You smile lovingly. 

"Of course. You may not feel your best, but nothing about you has changed in my eyes," he bites his lip at your words, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Don't," he sniffles, takes a big breath and collects himself, "do not make me cry right now with how sweet you're being," he pouts. You laugh softly,

"Okay, alright, I'm sorry," you kiss his flushed cheek. "How about you brush your teeth while I get a shower started for us. That sound good?" Vil nods. You rise to your feet first, reaching out and helping him next. 

He does as he's told while you turn on the lights and start a warm shower. You step in before Vil does and you can hear him rustling around before he steps in with you. 

It's then that you notice he's hard. "When did this happen?" You ask carefully, feeling him up a bit. Vil moans, resting his head on your shoulder. 

"Not sure," you can tell that’s a lie from a mile away. For such a talented actor he can never seem to hide anything from you. You squeeze him tighter in your hold, "ah, it's been like that since I woke up," he confesses easily.

You stroke him slowly, "wow," you murmur, a tad impressed with how he's managed to stay erect. "Even when you were puking?" Vil doesn't react for a minute then he nods, making you let out a pleased hum. "Disgusting," you comment lightheartedly and he keens at that, his hips stuttering into your grasp.  

His reactions get to you, making blood rush to your dick. 

"I think I should clean up my nasty boy huh?" Vil nods and sniffles in response.

Never before would you have entertained the idea of washing someone as foreplay, but Vil has certainly expanded your horizons. 

You coat your hands in a body wash that smells divine, and begin to run your hands along Vil's soft body. You start at his shoulders, rubbing your soapy hands over his tense muscles. Slowly, your hands make their way to his chest, and Vil’s eyes- which had closed as you worked out a knot on his shoulder- flutter open when your fingers brush over his nipple. 

“Oh,” he sighs softly, then sniffles. You roll his nipples between your fingers, feeling them harden under your touch.

"Filthy," you mumble under your breath. Vil begins to moan what sounds like your name, then pauses to inhale sharply. He does it again, then sneezes onto your chest. It shouldn’t excite you as much as it does.

Vil’s hands fly up to his face, to wipe away the snot there. He cleans his hands off in the shower spray and turns to you, “sorry,” he sounds so congested as he looks away bashfully. You pull him into a kiss,

“Don’t be,” you murmur against his lips, and trail your hands lower. Vil lets out heavy breaths, interrupted infrequently by sniffles.

Teasingly you run your soapy hands past his dick, rubbing his soft thighs, then moving around back to touch his ass. Vil rests his head on your shoulder, his hands finding your hard cock. He strokes you slowly, maybe because of fatigue or maybe because he’s teasing you as much as you’re teasing him.

“I’d love to feel you inside me,” he confesses nasally, then lets out another sneeze. You feel your dick twitch and then cringe, because you know he felt that. Vil moves to look you in the eye, “Was that because you want to be inside me or because of…” he trails off. 

You run your finger over his hole to carefully avoid answering the question. 

Vil, predictably, doesn’t let it go. “Hey- ah,” he grinds himself against your finger, “answer me,” he gives you his best pout, “please?”

“Probably a bit of both,” you admit, pressing your finger slowly inside. Vil sniffles, and strokes you faster. He returns his head to your shoulder, still lazily grinding himself against your finger. 

“I do really want you inside of me,” he muses wantonly. 

“Think you can handle that?” you ask, concerned about how much stamina he has while sick. Before being able to answer, Vil gets cut off by a sneeze attack. You can feel him tense and shudder around your finger with each one. Desperately you want to feel what it’d be like if Vil had a sneeze attack while seated on your cock. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he whines once he catches his breath. Later you’ll probably curse yourself for caving so quickly, but you can’t possibly deny him when he sounds so helpless.

“Okay,” you give in, kissing him and adding another finger. You’re lucky your fingers are slicked up with soap. Vil is- like always- so deliciously tight. What takes you by surprise is how hot his hole is. Imagining him engulfing you is enough to thin your patience significantly. 

Hastily you scissor and stretch him open for you. Vil has taken to resting most of his weight on you, stroking your dick clumsily while letting out heavy breaths and sniffles. 

“Please,” he whines, fluttering around your fingers, “fuck me.”

With a groan you remove your fingers, causing Vil to whine and rut himself against you impatiently. You remove Vil’s fondling hands from your dick, and take a second to lube up your shaft with the body wash. With minimal effort you grab Vil’s ass then hoist him up- he squeaks cutely, and clings to you. You then stabilize him by pressing him against the shower wall. 

As you line yourself up with his hole you kiss him, then slowly press into him. Vil tightens his legs around you, quickly bringing you in deeper; his nails are digging into your back by the time you bottom out. 

To let him adjust, you keep your hips static. Vil pulls away from your lips with a sharp inhale. You, sensing where this will lead, eagerly watch him with bated breath. Vil inhales again, then looks away to sneeze. He has a small attack, but with each one you can feel him clench and tense around you.

With a groan you bury your head into his chest, and slowly grind into him. Once his sneezing is done Vil moans your name like a plea,

“Faster,” he whines. With his permission you begin to snap your hips, creating a steady and quick pace. 

Vil slumps against you, and while he has his arms and legs wrapped around you, he’s all dead weight right now. You’re glad you’re already in the shower, because the sweat beading down your skin from the process of holding him up and fucking him good would be uncomfortable otherwise. 

“God, hah, you’re so hot,” you mumble into his chest. Vil moans, fluttering around you.

“Please,” he sniffles, “touch me, ah, please,” you groan shaking your head, 

“I can’t, fuck, baby I hav’ta hold you up,” you explain breathlessly. Vil whines, bringing an arm from around your neck to jerk himself off. As soon as he touches himself he lets out a sneeze, again tensing around you, clenching you in a way that has you leaking pre. 

"I'm-" he sniffles and for a second you think he'll sneeze again, "I'm going t'cum, ah-" and then he does sneeze again. The way he clenches so tightly around you pulls you over. You snap your hips into him as you pump him full of your cum. Vil keens, stroking himself a few more times before cumming as well. 

You fuck him through his orgasm, whispering praises as soon as he comes down from his high and his breathing slows. 

"There we go," you coo, watching as he closes his eyes. He's never been this tired out afterwards, but then again you've never fucked him while he was sick before either. 

You pull out and set him gently down on the shower floor. Luckily the water is still hot, so clean up is quick and mostly enjoyable. 

Once you're both clean, you wrap him in his unbelievably soft, fluffy towels and have him sit on the toilet. Vil has been letting you manhandle him around, completely void of any and all energy due to his condition.

"Stay here for a second, I'm going to change your sheets," you pull some of his damp hair away from his beautiful face and Vil makes a sound of acknowledgement.

Swiftly you change the sheets, and switch into some pj's, then retrieve Vil from his bathroom and dress him. 

He's nearly asleep by the time you tuck him into bed, but he's awake enough to kiss you back before you quickly fall asleep alongside him. 

Hopefully when you awake Vil is feeling better, and you're somehow still fine.

Though you sincerely doubt it, considering the way your nose has started to run.

[bereft-of-frogs]

is friday. have a list.

reading:

(finished) Notes on an Execution - Danya Kukafka: Still excellent, still thinking about the ending

(in-progress) The Great Transition - Nick Fuller Goggins: I got this from the person who runs the horror book club I go to. The blurb compared it to Station Eleven, perilously high praise, but I'm weirdly enjoying it. Weirdly because I was afraid the structure would get annoying and weirdly because it's doing a bunch of things I usually find annoying but I'm not annoyed? I think it's because even though there's a lot of social justice themes, it never really feels like the characters are lecturing at the reader. Like there have been some scenes where characters are lecturing other characters - but so far they've all felt like they were more about revealing about the characters and their relationships rather than being like 'see, I know about solidarity, look how good a person I am!' I also really like that the exposition is being given through one of the POV characters (a high school student)'s essays, which have comments from her teacher and the comments are all PERFECT - and sure enough the author's day job is as a teacher. XD

(finished) Light of the Jedi - Charles Soule: still not my favorite, but it does pick up once you get past the first part. I think the narration of that action goes on for a bit too long and doesn't leave much space to take in the characters or setting because so much is happening, one thing after another. But, as I said last week, infinitely better than doomscrolling

(in-progress) Into the Dark - Claudia Gray: Ok the thing about Light is that I didn't really care about any of the deaths in it....until this book made me care. I think Gray is just a little bit more adept at character writing, I really started to fall in love with the High Republic and its characters in this book. I am sad though, given I'm probably going to have to skip Midnight Horizon to avoid getting derailed again, this might be where Reath and I part ways. I ended up loving Reath so much! But alas! Midnight Horizon was not my cup of tea, so I will have to say farewell.

(in-progress) Lord of the Rights chapter-a-day reread: Pelennor Fields today. DEAAAATTTHHH!!!!

watching (tv):

(finished) Silo (Apple TV): WHY am I still thinking about that finale?? why was that so good? WHEN is season 2 coming out?

(in-progress, rewatch) Altered Carbon (Netflix): to stop myself from just watching dumb commentary youtube videos while I'm cooking/eating dinner/etc I started rewatching Altered Carbon and damn it's just so good. I'm almost finished with the first season, I know the second is controversial/isn't quite as good but I still enjoyed it so will continue on

I'm in kind of a hangover post-Silo for the show I watch as part of my bedtime routine. I watched 2 episodes of Foundation and precisely 30 minutes of Severance before I fell asleep last night (I was just really tired because a certain Void Creature had me up at 5AM, not Severance's fault), so idk which I'm going to continue on with. Probably Severance, I'll get back to Foundation eventually.

watching (film):

The Strangers (2008): That scene where Liv Tyler is smoking in the kitchen and the intruder is standing unseen in the background is my LITERAL NIGHTMARE.

Hell House LLC II: The Abbadon Hotel (2018) and Hell House LLC III: Lake of Fire (2019): This is such a bizarre series because the first is slightly above-average found footage, the fourth is actually surprisingly scary, and the middle two are SUCH hot garbage, but. Completionist. I have seen them all now. The best scene in the third is with the cultists/demons scuttling around and I realized why it makes me laugh, they remind me of the wraiths in What We Do in the Shadows XD

Dune Part 2 (2024) - I SAW DUNE AGAIN IT WAS STILL GOOD. Aside, is Austin Butler in something the Youths (TM) like? Because I only know him from the awful Elvis movie I suffered through last year. The girl selling my ticket was like 'yeah I've seen it twice as an audience member and then I keep going up to the projection room to watch the duel because Austin Butler *heart eyes*' and I was like.....him? Really? Are the kids just horny for Harkonnens? I have questions.

video game update: I'm unstuck on cult of the lamb! I had the run of my life and got past the underwater level, it was great.

craft update: Skein still tangled, don't want to talk about it. But I've finished the short rows on the sweater vest and am onto the repetitive part! The next real milestone will be getting to where it joins the back under the arms, and I no longer have to purl. I can't wait.

weekend list -- just kidding it's a WEEK list because I'm on vacation! (technically I am dogsitting but I'm still taking a week off from work to go hang out with a dog, so that counts as vacation):

focus up to get through the workday. friends, it is 11AM and that is not going well, let me tell you

go for a run

pack / tidy up apartment so I don't come back to wreckage

non-writing things to do while at parents' house:

many walks! dog cuddles!

try out their fancy peloton thing, see what this cult thing is all about

knitting - planning to work on sweater vest, despite the fact that it is black and my parents' dog is so, so yellow... (she's a yellow lab)

laundry. so much laundry. everything that is in my apartment that can be put in a washing machine, is being brought. We've got sheets, we've got towels, bath mats, etc etc. My parents are paying me for dogsitting services in water usage.

read: I'm bringing 3 books I took out of the library yesterday which seems...ambitious...but maybe doable if I-

--don't scroll. seriously. I've blocked so many things, if I can just stick to occasionally checking my tumblr dash and maybe pinterest once in a while, I can get so much else done

writing to-do:

main project: longfic I am tentatively calling 'the station' (probably will change but this is at least better than my last working title which made no sense so I'm keeping it for now), I have 25k in a very rough draft, and am on chapter 2 of 12 in the rewrite (about 8k words). (It's probably going to be much longer than 25k, that was essentially just the self-indulgent scenes that came easily, now I'm doing the hard plot work, connecting scenes, etc, trying to go roughly in order so I don't have to do another full draft.)

start on the final part of 'omens and all kinds of signs': ideally finish a rough draft but we'll see, I have not started it at all, but I know it will feel good to finish it, if I can get some of the pieces together, that would be great

rough draft of the third variation on the tattoo theme (I have...900 words so far)

rough draft of an alternative POV to an already posted fic that's just an excuse to be shamelessly self-indulgent (I have ?? words scribbled in a notebook about it)

[silvertsundere]

Silver Talks AniManga (07/01/24)

I watched 7 eps of stuff today. SEVEN EPISODES. that's more in one day than I was watching the entire week last season, that's crazy to me. it feels like the good ol golden days of watching seasonal stuff.

anyway it feels good, like I'm back in better, simpler times. it was fun. tho I will certainly be trying to watch these the day they air instead of all in the same day like this cause that's not a sustainable way to do it, especially when jump returns on sundays later this month

oh and there's also a couple more shows coming next week that didn't premiere this one so even more for the pile, it's wild to see myself watching so much stuff again but it really is just THAT stacked of a season. lots of adaptations of stuff I've known/been wanting to check for YEARS and sequels as well. along with a couple promising looking originals like bones' Metallic Rouge

oh also also, this week was very weird to see outside of that too cause jump chaps were on friday instead of the usual sunday which threw my whole routine out of whack but ANYWAY

green - new series/new to me

Anime

Gushing over Magical Girls Ep1

I've known about this manga since it came out, *checks notes*, 5 years ago??? (on my bday no less so that's a funny coincidence), but I just never got around to reading it. if you didn't know I'm a big fan of mahou shoujo (precure being my favourite by a long shot). I'm not too sure about this series but I'll give it the good ol 3 episode try, and see if it respects the genre enough for me to keep watching or nah. the first ep was promising tho so here's hoping. if I like it enough I'll prob end up reading it too

Chained Soldier Ep1

I've known about this manga since it came out, *checks notes*, 5 years ago. wait why does that sound familiar? anyway I've known about it and I've wanted to read it for a long time but have never gotten around to it. anyway, idk if it was my fault for expecting too much but the episode was pretty disappointing. the animation was bare minimum and even the art felt weird, like there was some weird filter over it, especially during the CG bits. seeing the girls animated and voiced by such a good cast is good tho. only 12 episodes so I'll most likely keep up with it til the end and end up reading the manga at some point this year

Dungeon Meshi Ep1

dunme is one of those manga I never got around to reading despite knowing I'd love it if I did, and then it ended up ending some months ago. I still want to go back and read it tho cause I know it's right up my alley. for now however we have the anime. when it was originally previewed at ax? or wherever it was there was a guy that made an article complaining about how it didn't feel like a trigger show and they were disappointing, but... that's a good thing? at the end of the day it ISN'T a trigger show so it shouldn't feel like one. it's an adaptation and a damn good one at that too. plus it's not like it's completely devoid of trigger's dna. that bit with marcille where it did a rough crop of her face and completely stopped all sounds was hilarious. I'll be looking forward to this every week and to eventually getting around to reading it as well. and also to whatever kui works on next

Sasaki and Peeps Ep1

how I ended up watching this show is p funny it wasn't on my radar at all, tho I knew it existed and all that but just wasn't that interested in watching cause "oh it's just another isekai" then some weeks ago CR posted a video of yuuki aoi promoting it and talking about the premise and I was like "🤔hm maybe it's not what I expect...but no I shouldn't watch it I'm already watching a ton this season and I'm not gonna watch a show just for my queen.." then the other day I heard about that sasaki bit in the credits, and that almost convinced me to watch it after all cause it was so funny but I stayed strong. the straw that broke the camel's back was a clip of the scene leading up to the screenshot below and the voice yuuki is using for the bird, coupled with sugita's great peformance if I had seen the ep was double lenght that prob woulda put me off from watching it but I only realized it like halfway through it so gg I'm... pleasantly surprised really. it wasn't just another isekai, that's just a part of the plot, and him traveling between both worlds and doing trading and stuff reminded me of maoyuu. I'll certainly be keeping up with it

Mashle S2 Ep1

not much to say about this really, just more of the same. from the preview for it, it seems this season will have a lot more sakuga than s1 so I look forward to those little crumbs

Blue Exorcist: Izumo Arc Ep1

ah yes good ol exorcist, how long as it been? let's see... SEVEN YEARS HUH??? time really is fucked up and unforgiving huh... not much to say about this one either. just the continuation of the story, with the same quality you'd come to expect. funny enough, the last time I read the manga was right at the end of this arc, so the anime should be ending where I last read. I really need to get back to reading it again since it moving towards the ending now that its on it's final battles

Tales of Wedding Rings Ep1

hey I've known about this manga for years but just n- wait a minute haven't I said that already? anyway I do think it's funny that both this and mato seihei (chained soldier) ended up getting adaptations in the same season when they have similar concepts. funny how the universe works out sometimes. I think this was a lot better looking than soldier tho, but we'll see if that stays true for the rest of the season. and also just like the other series I said the same thing from the start of this, I really should read the manga, hopefully this year I'll get around to it oh also, really looking forward to when the cat girl shows up she's so unbearably good, I NEED her

Frieren Ep17

good ep, like usual, tho I thought they'd get to the exam and introduce a billion charas in the 2nd half of the episode. that'll be next time tho, looking forward to it. also the new op is nice tho I don't think it's as good as the first one, would have to see the lyrics for it

Manga

Kaiju 8: B-Side Ch1

hoshina is my favourite from kaiju so him getting his own spinoff is very fun. apparently it's based on a LN which was only 1 vol so it won't too long. I'll appreciate it while it's around tho. worth to note that the art is by the super smartphone author so it'll also be nice to see how much they've improved since that series got axed

[astral-athame]

((Life for me has pretty much been: Wake up at 8am. Desperately try to get more sleep until 9 (usually I doze off for, like, 2 or 3 minutes at a time and that's it). Get ready for work. Leave between 9:30 and 9:45. Work from 10-1:30-ish (it's supposed to be until 1:15 but I'm never out of there on time). Get home around 1:45. Leave for work part 2 around 2:30. That goes from at least 3-7, usually closer to 7:20 when I finally leave (sometimes stay until 8 or 9). Get home between 7:30 and 7:45. Make a quick dinner, shower, etc. Around 8:30, watch Ba.tt.le.st.ar Gal.act.ica with a couple of friends (if things work out, this couple may eventually be more than just my friends, but we'll see how that goes ^^;) until about 10:30, then chat with them for a bit after that, usually until almost 11. Bedtime routine (wash face, brush teeth, etc etc). Then stare at drafts until midnight when I realize I need to get to bed because I know I'll be up earlier than I need to be. Then the weekends have consisted a lot of babysitting, running errands, and trying to finish unpacking here and there because it's been 4 months and finding time to unpack has been a pain in the ass with everything that's constantly going on. Also, I spent 3 hours on Saturday putting together a kitchen cabinet- thankfully we have extra screwdrivers because the phillip's-head screwdriver they included was such bad quality that it was messed up and unusable less than half an hour in because the metal of it was so soft -_-

ANYWAY- Work both shifts the rest of the week (except Friday, but only because I don't have to do the second shift, still have the first). Saturday we're going out for my dad's birthday (which was actually last week, but we couldn't make things work for going out last weekend like we'd wanted to). Saturday night is also game night, as usual. Then Sunday I *should* have some free time, but I also desperately need to get some cleaning done that's being semi-neglected throughout the week. So what I'm saying is Sundays are chore days.

If things go well, I should, soon, only be working the first shift in another week or two (with the second shift just being Fridays and when absolutely needed)? Right now both my sister and I are stuck doing the second shift every night (and have been since before mid-winter break last month) because the custodial staff is down two people (one girl broke her leg and has been out since October, I think? And the other has been on temporary (paid) probation since early February while they consider whether or not to fire him and go through all the legal jargon of all of that). But they should be coming to a decision about that soon, I would hope, which would mean that if he gets to come back, then we won't be working nights unless someone calls out. And if he doesn't come back, then they should be hiring someone to fill his place so we'll just have to wait until someone snags the job (hopefully, in that case, they'll offer it to my sister first because usually they try to offer it to substitutes and she really wants it, but we'll see). They're also slowly running out of budget for substitutes, so, that's something to consider, too.

ANYWAY- TL;DR: I've basically had no writing time / personal time and that's why I've not been around. Hopefully work stuff will calm down soon because leaving the house around 9:30am and not really getting to be home until usually after 7:30pm (sometimes 8:30pm or 9:30pm) has been exhausting ^^;

I'll try to be around on Sunday (probably focus on Rogue's blog because I've been writing the fic in my head at work most nights so I have a lot of muse for her AND her blog has been sorely neglected for at least a few months now WHICH MAKES ME SO MAD AT MYSELF). If I can even get one or two asks done, then I'll consider that an accomplishment at this point!

I'm so sorry about the long absence. I'm sorry to everyone for neglecting replies. I'm sorry to everyone I was writing with and haven't had the time / social and physical energy / emotional capacity to reach back out to in a while. That's on me. I dropped the ball on that. I've never been good at ooc communication anyway, tbh. I was really hoping things would be a little bit calmer after I moved, but instead they went in exactly the opposite direction and haven't really slowed down any since November. In fact, they've just gotten more hectic over the last few months ^^;

I adore you all so much and I really do hope that I can get back to writing soon. I've been missing it (and all of you) terribly.

Take care and I'll try to be around soon <3))

[perceivedregret]

pt 4! fic can also be found on ao3, user is the same over there. part 1 of Extended Hours can be found here.

i feel it creeping up my neck when it's real late, let it cover me up

“So, are you? Doing anything tomorrow?”

Eddie didn’t respond right away. He was frozen in place, eyes glued to Steve’s hand where it had latched onto his arm. Eddie’s lips then slowly turned upward in a half smirk as his eyes finally trailed up to meet Steve’s gaze head on.

“Seems like I might be. Not sure yet, though. Think some guy I went to high school with might have some ideas.”

A smile broke out across Steve’s face as he let go of Eddie’s arm to brush his hair back. He began to invite Eddie to the plans he had with Robin and the others.

Except– there was no plan with Robin and the others and Steve was lying out of his ass. But before he could dig himself deeper into the lie, he was cut off mid-invite when the customer had cleared his throat loudly behind them. Steve smiled sheepishly at him. He spun around and ripped out a small piece of the magazine Eddie had been reading when he first entered the store. 

“If you give me your number I can call you later, give you the rundown of the plans. When does your shift end?” 

Eddie bit his bottom lip as he pulled a pen from his pocket, and Steve wondered where it came from because those pants were tight . “I get off at ten, so you can call any time twenty minutes after. If my uncle Wayne picks up, just let him know you’re calling for me.” Eddie writes down his number before folding the piece of paper in half, mutters a low “I'll catch ya later, big boy,” before giving Steve a playful salute with two fingers and turning to help out the customer.

Again, Steve is left standing there, jaw slack as his brain shorts as he tries to process everything that is Eddie. He's usually good with the comeback, has gotten better at it since Robin entered his life but when it comes to Eddie….

He doesn't remember walking out of the store but Steve was walking to his car, the piece of paper burning through his jeans where it sat in his front pocket. He settled into the driver’s side, a small smile across his face as he gently set Robin’s things in the passenger seat. It wasn’t until his car roared to life that he remembered.

“Ah fuck, I need to call Robin.”

—-----------

“What’s up, Dorkus.” Robin’s voice sounded bored over the line, having just gotten off the phone with Nancy. And she knew who was on the other end because no one else would be calling this late into the evening.

Steve can hear the sound of rustling papers in the background. He’d just gotten home himself, the bag of his haul from Skylar’s Vibe barely touching the kitchen counter before his fingers were dialing the number he knew by heart.

“Robs, please tell me you’re not doing anything tomorrow night.”

“My plans were to do absolutely nothing, actually, thanks for asking.” Robin sighs, the squeaking of her bed springs sounding through the receiver. Steve can picture her settling into bed, in an oversized t-shirt and her fuzzy calf-length socks crossed at the ankles as she leans against her headboard. He’d snuck over and spent enough nights to watch movies, listen to music, or just to talk to know her routine and habits. “Why, what’s going on with you tomorrow night? Wait, tomorrow night is a Friday night- does Steve Harrington have a date -”

“No, it’s not a date . It’s a hangout amongst friends, hopefully. Just need to get everyone on board.” Steve rushed to get her to stop because– no . “Look, I just got home from the Vibe and before I left I asked Eddie if he was doing anything tomorrow night. I might have told him that you and I had plans to watch a movie at my place and asked if he wanted to join us.”

“Hold. I’m sorry, but did you just say that you asked Eddie to watch a movie with you at your place?” Robin’s voice is low, her question holding a million other questions within the one.

An exasperated sigh escapes Steve as he shuts his eyes, tapping the phone to his forehead a few times before putting the receiver back to his ear. “I’m inviting a group of friends to catch up after a long week to watch a movie together, okay? I kinda told him we already planned the whole thing and that he’d just have to meet up with us at my place after Extended Hours. So, what I need you to do for me is say yes and then immediately call Nance while I try to convince Jonathan and maybe Argyle to come with.”

“Right…” Robin clicks her tongue before continuing. “So it’s just a small little hang out amongst friends?”

Steve’s eyes are wide, hands going up in question as if she could see him. “Yeah, what else would it be?” Steve spins in place, tangling himself in the cord of the phone before he leans back against the counter. “I’m just trying to get to know the guy who’s really close to a bunch of our Extended Hours kids, okay? Expand our friend group a little. Maybe get some insight on his relationship with Max and find out what happened between them this summer. Just say yes and ask no more questions, please.”

“I have one question.”

Steve inhales slowly through his nose. “What’s your question?”

“What movie are we watching?”

Steve has no idea how the stars aligned, what gods were looking down upon him for everything to come together but he thanked them regardless.

He had called Jonathan after his call with Robin who agreed to call back Nancy and invite her, although it wasn’t without a hint of anxiety in her tone. He hadn’t expected Jonathan to agree so readily when he asked if he wanted to catch up and watch a movie with them, but he did and asked if Argyle could tag along before Steve could ask to invite the guy himself.

Once he’s got it all planned out with the group Steve tries to relax a little as he starts to make his way upstairs. As he enters his room he tosses his wallet onto his nightstand after he’s kicked the door shut behind himself, out of habit even though no one's home. His parents are at some conference in Georgia. He didn't ask when they'd be back because it could change, like it almost always did.

His mother had called Tuesday night to let him know they were flying further south, so he knew that they had left Texas that following morning. He assumes they'll probably get back sometime next week, but he can't be bothered to care. Not like they did.

Ever since Steve told his father he was going to take a gap year to "figure it out," it's been pretty much radio silence from the man. When Steve came down the stairs ready for work in his Scoops Ahoy uniform for the first time, the only remark Steve got was a scoff from his father before he buried his face behind the newspaper. His mother had been standing at the kitchen island, her fresh mug of coffee barely hiding the straight line of her mouth.

And when he got the job for Extended Hours he didn't tell them. Didn't want to feel the eyes of disappointment staring back, because it was pointless. Being a part of it all, getting to take care of the party and all those kids was good for him. Sure, it wasn't "the dream," but right now it felt right. Having his best friend at his side made it a hell of a lot more enjoyable.

It didn't bother Steve because he quite frankly couldn't care less what the man thought about him. Steve didn't want to follow in his lead, what with the loveless marriage, the constant pressure of keeping up with appearances, or maintaining some backwards hierarchy of bullshit.

That's probably the only thing worth thanking his father for, which was setting the example of what Steve didn't want for himself. It took a while, but it helped him realize how Tommy and Carol truly were a bunch of assholes, regardless of those confused feelings he had for Tommy at the time.

Helped him realize that Nancy was right when she decided to end things with him. That they just weren't meant to be together as a couple and instead were better off as friends. And when she started dating Jonathan (albeit for only a short while), it didn’t sting. And for that Steve is immensely grateful, because without Jonathan he wouldn’t have met Argyle, the man responsible for introducing Steve to California’s best– Purple Palm Tree Delight.

It helped him find his soulmate, platonic with a capital P best friend Robin Buckley who helped him realize how much of a douchebag Steve himself used to be. She helped him change for the better, to become more comfortable doing things for himself, to be himself without feeling like he was wrong for wanting to try and feel comfortable in his own skin. Was he perfect? Fuck no , but he was better than he was and he's thankful for it.

No, Steve can't be bothered to care what his father thinks but for that? Yeah, he can thank him for that.

He shucks off his jeans, kicking it towards the open closet door where the pile of the rest of his laundry sat. He pulls his sweater off over his head and tosses it on top of the abandoned jeans before making his way over to the bathroom door that connects to his room. He needs to shower, hoping the steam will help get rid of that lingering scent of apricots that still clouded his mind.

Steve doesn’t usually set the water so hot, but he thinks it’s the only way for the tingling to stop, to get that gnawing feeling in his gut to melt away. He can’t describe it, he can’t make sense of it and it’s driving him up the wall. He’s suddenly so tense and the searing water isn’t helping to relieve the sudden ache he feels in every muscle of his body.

He goes through the motions and is in the shower long enough for the hot water to start to run cold. He doesn’t step out just yet, thinks maybe the cooling cascade will help relieve whatever the hot water couldn’t.

It doesn’t.

He can’t help the unsatisfied sigh that escapes him as he steps out, toweling the dripping water off his body before wrapping it low at his waist. He uses an old faded t-shirt to dry his hair, a trick Robin taught him that’s become part of his tedious routine.

One thing the shower did accomplish was removing that faded memory of apricots, except now that Steve is surrounded in the steam and the smell of eucalyptus, he wishes the smell were back.

His skin is an angry shade of red, splotches across his chest, shoulders, and even on his knees and elbows. Steve runs a rough hand through his face as he makes his way over to his dresser, opts out of putting on a shirt and just grabs a pair of old gray sweatpants, a pair from his days as a co-captain of Hawkin’s swim team. The fit has become a bit snug, but they’re one of the more comfortable pieces of his wardrobe that he likes to sleep in.

Steve’s bulked up a bit since graduating, using exercise to get his mind blank when a long drive isn’t enough. He’s honestly tempted to start up a workout now even though he’s just showered but talks himself out of it and instead decides he’ll just commit to an extra thirty minutes to his usual morning run tomorrow. Maybe tack on an extra few reps to his usual list of exercises afterward.

The past week, he’d start his usual run at seven and wouldn’t find himself home until way past eight with the sun properly set above the horizon. Then he’d start his routine of push-ups, pull-ups from the door frame, squats, and just about every type of crunch abdominal exercise until his body was screaming, begging for him to stop.

He doesn’t know why he’s upped the intensity of his workout this past week, just knows it has barely helped stop that feeling of numbness that crawls up his fingertips before the ants start making their way up.

It’s nothing new. It’s an ongoing thing that’s gone on throughout his whole life but the ants– those were a new development. He shakes an arm out, hand going up to his chest as he presses a palm against his sternum, counting with each shallow breath the way Nancy taught him to do when he felt this bubbling start in his chest.

Steve checks the time before his eyes wander to the jeans he had abandoned. He makes his way over and pulls out the folded up piece of paper he had tucked in the front pocket. He unravels it to reveal the seven digits scratched onto the surface with a small dash and the letter ‘E’ with a smiley face tacked on the end of it.

He stares at the broken off piece of paper with Eddie’s number on it, hand still applying pressure to his chest. He wants to call Eddie to update him on the (now official) plans but it's barely past nine. Would still need to wait another hour before he can call him at his place.

Except… he can't wait. Steve sighs as the ants start making their way up his arms. He shakes out his fingers again, hoping to get them to stop crawling as he makes his way back down stairs to his living room where he knows the newspaper will be waiting for him on the coffee table. And he does find it, right where he had set it after collecting it from the porch after his morning run.

He opens it up, flips through the pages, eyes scanning each page as he searches for it. He's about to give up and start going through the Yellow Pages when he finds it. Just below Moe's Laundry Service and above Ty’s BBQ was Skylar's Vibe. And right below that, the store's number. Steve snaps his fingers, mutters a silent yes into the empty living room as he takes the newspaper with him up the stairs and back to his bedroom.

He makes his way over to the desk that sits next to his bed, careful to pull on the line as he carries the dial phone over to his bed before he places it on his lap. Steve puts the receiver to his ear as he starts to input the number.

The line rings and the ants decide to ramp up in intensity, threatening to get under Steve’s skin. The line rings a few more times and Steve is about to hang up when the ringing stops and–

“ Thanks for calling the Vibe- sorry, Skylar’s  Vibe, what can I do for ya ?”

The moment Eddie’s voice comes through the phone it all stops. That heavy pressure in his chest, the incessant ants. They’re gone. And Steve can suddenly breathe again.

Which was weird   because it usually got worse whenever Steve interacted with Eddie. Except right now when Eddie’s voice came through, a shuddering breath racked Steve’s body as he finally relaxed, tension releasing until he just felt… nothing. But nothing in the best way possible.

“Uhhh, hello ?”

“Sorry, Munson, it’s me, I just...” Steve trails off, unable to finish his train of thought, too preoccupied with trying to understand what the hell was up with him and why Eddie had such an effect on him.

“... Harrington ?” Eddie’s voice is confused before barreling on with a teasing tone, his smile clear through the phone. “ What’s going on, man? Couldn’t wait for me to get home to call me? Did you miss the sound of my voice that bad? I’ve been told I have quite the captivating voice. Sexy, at times brooding. Great for storytelling and world building. ”

Steve chuckles at that, coming back to himself as he sets the phone down beside himself on the bed before leaning back with the receiver at his ear, stack of pillows low against his back as he leans against the headboard. “Fuck off, Munson,” he mutters as he settles himself down even further. Steve loops his finger around the cord of the phone that laid across his stomach before he continued. “No I just… really wanted to talk to you. To, ya know, update you on the plans for tomorrow night. But only if that’s okay? I don’t want to, like, keep you from doing your job or–”

“Nah, dude it’s fine. This late into my shift I only get a few stragglers so I’m usually shooting the shit until I have to close up .” Steve can hear the low hum of music in the background, some fast thrumming beat that Steve can’t recognize. “ So… what’s up ? What’s going through that pretty little head of yours. ”

Steve rolls his eyes at that, smile ghosting his lips. “I just wanted to see what movie you wanted to watch. Was talking to Buckley about it and we figured, since it’ll be your first time with the group, that maybe you should have the pick.” Robin had suggested it before she hung up to call Nance. It’ll be his first time hanging out with us, ya know? Get him involved , to feel like he’s one of us.   “And…”

Eddie doesn’t respond right away, seems to be giving Steve a chance to continue but the silence hangs in the air for too long. “ And ?”

Steve’s biting at his lower lip as his brows pull together because he can’t bring himself to continue past that. To say it.

And you were right, I just really wanted to hear the sound of your voice right now .

So he doesn’t say it at all.

“And uhh, I don’t know man, we’re just fully expecting you to pick something good so– lay it on me. What movie am I picking up from Family Video for tomorrow night?”

Eddie hums, contemplating his options before continuing, voice low. “ Well… depends, I guess. I mean if I’m picking out the movie, I’m down to watch a horror flick. Max and Chrissy have been in a mood for scares lately so it’s all we’ve been watching. But- I don’t know, it’s your group. What are you guys into? ”

“I’m into whatever you’re into,” Steve mutters before squeezing his eyes shut as a chuckle escapes him. “Well, actually if I’m being honest I’m not the biggest fan of horror movies but I don’t know. It could be fun if it’s all of us. Could make it into a drinking game, maybe.”

“Drinking game? To a horror movie? Harrington, you really know your way to a man’s heart.”

Steve clicks his teeth as he slides himself down further. ”Man, if I would have known it were that easy I’d have suggested it sooner.”

“ I’m an easy man to please, what can I say?” Eddie’s laugh makes Steve’s chest ache all of a sudden. He unravels his finger from the phone’s cord and places his hand to his chest, expecting that sinking feeling to creep up that he’ll have to fight through, but it doesn’t come.

Hm.

Steve clears his throat. “Anyways, do you have any ideas for the movie I should pick up?”

“ Ooo, actually– I’ve been meaning to catch that new one that came out– the one with that burnt up guy who has the knives for fingers. Do you know it? It’s called Nightmare on Elm Street. Jeff and Gareth caught it in theaters during the summer when it first came out and said it was alright. Could be fun?”

“Nightmare on Elm Street– noted. Alright, so we’ve got the movie settled, now we need to come up with the list.”

“ List? ”

“List, Munson, list of things to drink to!”

“ Of course, the list!”

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

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17, 24, 30

17. Do you have a writing routine?

Yes! It's the first thing I do in the morning. It wakes me up and puts me in the right headspace to do work, because it's a thinking activity, but it's also fun, so it's not like I have to go straight from breakfast into Business. I make myself a cup of coffee and usually write from around 8:00 AM to 10:00 AM, then go do whatever, and sometimes nip around to finish up with another hour in the evenings.

24. How do you choose whose POV to write in?

It's weird, because story ideas almost always come to me with a POV baked in. I think of them as emotional experiences for the characters inside them, and specifically the emotional experiences of the POV character. For example, "The Climb" can't really happen from anyone but Severus's point of view, because the story is so tied to his internality and development. Same with "Lionheart"; I suppose I could have written it from Hermione's perspective, but I think the most interesting development is happening to Draco. He's the lynchpin of the story, so it makes more sense for me to write from his head.

30. How much do you edit your fics?  Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

I try not to edit while I'm writing, but I'm not very good at it. Whenever I read something I've written, my first instinct is to nitpick and find ways that it could be improved with more fluency, more Usually I'll do a draft, then go write the next one, and come back to edit it twice before it's published. By "edit" I mean major revisions, scenes deleted, lines changed, plot elements fixed or moved around. Then the second pass is for fluency and extraneous words, so I think of it as a "pruning" edit. The last pass happens right before publication on Friday mornings, to try and catch any last typos or formatting glitches before it goes to press.

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“OH MY GOD DID YOU TAKE MY FRICKIN CORNFLAKES” — steve lol

@harringtontm & @musecraft

School runs were Steve's domain. Actually, most things to do with the boy's school were Steve's domain. The place made Eddie feel a lot of uncomfortable memories of his own educational experiences, and he avoided going near it when possible. Plus, everyone knew that Sam and Rian's dad happened to be a very famous rock star, and he held no desire to make his kids' lives more difficult because of that. But not even a cosmic supernova could keep him away when one of his boys graced the stage for school plays. Sam had aced playing the role of his namesake last year in a production of The Hobbit, of which Eddie helped him learn his lines for weeks before. Then when the moment came, Eddie sat front and center with Steve, recording the whole thing half in tears with pride.

Rian wasn't as dramatically inclined as his older brother but had still bagged himself a role as one of the mice in this year's production of Cinderella. And Eddie still meant to sit front and center, maybe let Steve record this year since they intended to bring Joan with them to watch, too, who managed to sit without fidgeting as much nowadays compared to a year ago. But that wasn't for a few weeks yet, so Eddie awoke one Friday morning to find Steve had left early on the school run to drop Rian off for a rehearsal before school. Leaving Eddie to his usual yoga routine on the deck with his feral daughter. He had a feeling that Joan was just in it for the fruit smoothie afterward, and he respected her decision to pretend to like something to get what she wanted. It was a very Munson move on her part.

At some point around the time Eddie and Jojo were settling into their downward dog pose, Steve returned home and started grouching about his cornflakes from the kitchen. Father and daughter shared a look across their yoga mats, the latter whispering, "he's hangry," with a childish giggle that nearly made her topple over. Eddie, on the other hand, resisted laughing, mostly. When the kid was right, she was right. Steve sounded pretty hangry. Undoubtedly, he'd skipped his usual breakfast to get Rian to his rehearsal on time, and he now needs to pout over it. Eddie could hardly contain his affectionate smile despite their daughter being the only one to witness it.

"I don't know nothing 'bout your cornflakes, babe. I'm not allowed to purchase food, remember? I can't be trusted with that, according to you." Apparently, beer, instant ramen, and pop tarts were not what growing kids required for nutrition. Bummer. The memory of Steve's outrage still amused him to this day. "But if you come sit your ass out here for a little bit and chill. I'll make you a smoothie once we're done, yeah?"

"Smoothie!" Joan squealed, dropping back to her knees with her selective hearing in full throttle, under the impression that she was getting her heart's desire immediately. Ah, impatience, a folly of having Munson DNA. It was good at getting in the way of their manipulative schemes.

"In a bit, baby bug. We ain't done here yet." He replied as Steve appeared, pouting, as Eddie had predicted. Then, Joan decided to take the news that she'd have to wait badly and rolled onto her back with an exaggerated groan, kicking her miniature legs about like an angry cat. Honestly, these people thought he was the dramatic member of their family? For a brief moment, Eddie suddenly felt mildly offended at the common accusation of his character. Clearly, his husband and daughter were just as bad. But he didn't hold it against them this time, deciding to finish early and feed his two drama queens.

"Alright, alright, no need to assault me with harpy noises and sad eyes. Joany, go get the blueberries and bananas. Papa Steve can cut up the peaches. Now get going before I change my mind." Smiles emerged all around before Steve and Joan raced to the kitchen, and it gave Eddie the warm fuzzies to know that he'd done that; he'd made them smile and turned their sadness into happiness. It was a far cry from where they'd been two years ago. He meant to keep it that way. Making his family smile. That would be Eddie's domain.