#i mean ive only watched pearls side but

[fifteenth-entity]

Arc Purgatory: The one (and only) major flaw of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies

-oh, hiii, just a note, this post is super uncleaned and kinda messy, you can see points where my ADHD patience wore off. sorry bout that, ill come up and clean later, for now, i gotta recharge-

I think I speak for most PotC enthusiasts when I say that the PotC trilogy (franchise? Wym theres more than three movies?) is one of the best written trilogies I’ve ever seen. Amazing choreography (they just don’t make swashbucklers like this anymore!!), amazing set and design, amazing writing, the comedy is peak, the world building is great shit, but by far, the best and most hooking part of the series is its characters!! You have the elusive trickster captain Jack Sparrow, you have the naive but headstrong and well-meaning Will Turner, the cunning and crafty Elizabeth Swann, and an array of amazing villains to boot! Barbossa and his excellent character arc, Davy Jones and his excellent character arc, the excellent dynamic between Commodore Norrington and Cutler Beckett and who being a villain when and why, the whole shtick. With how well the villains are written, it’s no surprise that a lot of them hold a spot in many fans’ top favorite characters - I’m no exception, Barbossa has always been a favorite of mine and upon a rewatch later on in life, Davy Jones is up there too. And while all of the characters are iconic, memorable and loveable (most times), Ive noticed a sort of… pattern in who places at the top of people’s favorite characters. Namely, I’ve seen the villains and Jack Sparrow. I’ve never seen Will or Elizabeth be explicitly placed high up, or higher than the villains/Jack  Sparrow. And even when I see Jack Sparrow be high up, I always see him be high up because he’s “iconic”, while I’ve seen the villains be high up because they’re “compelling”. That discrepancy really meant nothing to me when I rewatched the first two movies; they were, after all, an incomplete story. The third movie would bring it all together and cement these characters as excellent. Right? … Well… wrong. Now, before I go on, what I said before still stands. The trilogy is still impeccable in all the ways I’ve listed above. Great characters, plot, world building, choreography, score, cinematography… but there is only one area it falls short on: character development. But the peculiar thing is that it falls short only sometimes. So I wanna examine where it doesn’t fall short, where it does, and why I think so.

As previously stated, the character development falls short only sometimes. Where it absolutely doesn’t fall short is with the villains. For at least the first three movies (cuz i have not and refuse to rewatch 4 and 5), the villains have excellent, fully rounded character arcs, with memorable story beats. Barbossa going from bloodthristy merciless captain of the black pearl to hesitant co-captain of the black pearl, leaving behind his lonesome ways and instead choosing to make alliances if not for his own benefit. Davy Jones going from a terrifying force of power to blah blah blah, we've watched the movies, we remember what happens, we all get the gist. The villains have complete character arcs, they develop from one thing to another, either by way of actually becoming a decently better person and improving in some of their qualities, or by digging in their heels and dying as a consequence (or in Norrington’s case, becoming a better person but dying anyway because his narrative foil is cutler beckett and hell hath no fury like an 18th century british twink in a position of power). Even the side characters which are related to them have fully fleshed out character arcs of their own to complement them, namely Tia Dalma, who develops from a mysterious bogwitch to a lovestruck goddess. From this section, I want you readers to remember that the people who insofar have complete character arcs are the villains, who mostly switch up every movie. Now let’s talk about the lame ducks, shall we?

A few characters dont get any character development; namely, the side characters whose name you don’t really remember, or cannon fodder (i am counting Sao Feng as cannon fodder, I take no further questions at this time). However, there’s three other characters in the series that don’t get compelling character development and that’s the three protagonists. I’m gonna start with Will and Elizabeth; both of them do develop in a sense! They become more mature and more tolerant of piracy as they learn about the fallacies of the state. They are forced to mature rapidly thanks to their turbulent circumstances, namely as only-dubiously-pirates and only-dubiously-free and legally pronounced enemies of state unless cutler beckett decides otherwise. Thats a lot of Circumstance. No matter who you are as a person, that forces you to grow in one way or another. But let’s not forget that becoming pirate king and abandoning high society/abandoning citizenship and becoming an undead pirate are only half of Elizabeth and Will’s character arcs. Why do they get into this entire mess in the first place? Well, love! They love each other so much that they’d literally uproot their safety to be together, and the only thing keeping them apart is Circumstances™ . Naturally, this then means that their character arc would involve them triumphantly overcoming the circumstances and finally being together, either by abandoning pirate life or pilfering together as captains! Or alternatively, they discover it was never meant to be either by way of death or by departing tearfully. Yeah, neither happens. Instead they leave off movie 3 right back at square one; pining and yearning from a distance. But instead of the distance being lord vs peasant dynamics, it’s a time gap of 10 years. How is this any different from what the problem was 2 movies ago? This is their wrap up? Same circumstance with a different name and an outfit change? At best, this is incomplete. I can’t even count it as full circle if I wanted to; normally, here would be the beginning of a spin off or something, because this development is something penultimate. A darkest hour at best. Not a climax, and definitely not a conclusion; again, it is incomplete. And, sadly, the same can be said about Jack Sparrow. The movie goes out of its way to point out where Jack is flawed: he fears death so much that he refuses to see the pain and drawbacks of immortality, which leads him to do all his tomfoolery. Which is great character motivation! But it never changes. He is constantly afraid of his own mortality, so he will constantly hold himself back from going guns blasing, and it will always lead to him chasing the promise of immortality. Even when he sees what that does to Barbossa and Davy Jones, he digs his heels in and goes “la la la”. even when the plot of one of the movies was that he died. He died and came back to life. At this point, he has gone face to face with his greatest fear and come back a victor. But by the end of the movie, whatever happens, happens because he is still mortally afraid of death. Even after he comes back to life, people point out that all he wants is to be immortal, and he affirms that. So like… did the death… not happen? Because even if this is happening because Jack refuses to process it, then that gives us new motivation. And that’s not the only way for Jack to continue his adventures; one alternative could be that Jack, after conquering death, instead turns to life to see how he can maximize his limited fun, and starts pilfering and pirating to the nth degree, purely because of zero inhibitions. But instead like with Will and Elizabeth, with him, we are right back to square one.

So… why is this happening? Why are we having these fake character arcs for the protagonists? In most media and most cases, the answer is “because the writers suck” in one variety or another. Time constraints, budget constraints, bad writers, the works. But I firmly believe this is happening not because of the writers, but because of one mouse that keeps ruining everyone's fun.

(if i could add sound bytes, i would, but please imagine the intro song jingle thing of disney playing here)

Obviously we all know Disney; they want to milk their cash cows until the bitter end, which means that in order for that to happen, they need to keep an avenue open for Will and Elizabeth’s story in case they need to milk that for an extra buck, and obviously, Jack needs more motivation to keep doing his silliness. Now, as stated above, there are multiple ways for that to happen without keeping the same motivations that kept us going for 3 movies, but it has been proven time and time again that Disney will take the easy way out instead of the interesting (and potentially more costly) way out. Now, I refuse to watch star wars, so I cannot validate this point by myself, but according to a friend (thank you for your service @greetings-humans), when “somehow palpatine returned”, the franchise was owned by disney. Star wars fans, and even people with a brain, recognize how much of a cop out this is, and having seen the above cop outs happen in PotC, i am now firmly of the belief that the protags of PotC dont have character arcs because Disney believes this is the cheapest way of keeping the franchise going. This, btw, delightfully, ended up making disney shoot themselves in the foot; not only were movies 4 and 5 poorly received, but because of the way they were written, it wouldn’t make sense for any of the protagonists to suddenly have a change of motives and resume character development, which would be especially detrimental since we are talking about the PotC franchise; famously adored for its writing. They could mask the cash cow before, but now they cannot. So it’s no surprise that instead of continuing a story that is continuously shooting itself in the foot thanks to Disney’s executive decision to take the easy way out of creating a continuous cash cow, the 6th movie is rumored to be a remake of the first one.

But yeah, this is pretty much my analysis. I dont have much more to say. The key take away here is: write your own fanfics of the ending, or engage with the series however you like. I think if the series had different producers and was just left at a trilogy, then it would’ve been perfect. I don’t really have much more to say here;; this is pretty much it. I’m just glad that PotC’s one major flaw wasn’t due to incompetence and was due to the mouse being the mouse.

[ladala99]

Pokémon World Championships... The Disqualification Thing Going On

For anyone not in the know, a bunch of people got disqualified on Day 1 of the Pokémon World Championships (Day 2 as well) for having illegitimate Pokémon (Pokémon obtained through cheating devices).

Which for me, watching from the sides and sometimes thinking about getting into competitive but never actually doing so partly because of how much cheating is normalized/somewhat required, is a nice change of pace. On the surface. There’s a lot going on this tournament, though.

Quick history of cheating in the Pokémon competitive scene: it’s been part of it from the very beginning. Pokémon have hidden stats (called IVs - or Individual Values) that just make some better than others and it used to be incredibly improbable to get perfect ones. Especially when you consider older generations allowed Pokémon with event-exclusive moves only obtainable in Ruby/Sapphire in specific locations to compete. A legitimate one came from some machine in Japan years prior. And had random IVs.

Also Legendaries. Most Pokemon you could breed to get a fairly good one, but Legendaries it was all luck. And you have one try per save file. So if you caught Kyogre during the story and it has awful IVs, too bad. You have to play Sapphire all over again to get a good one.

Naturally, some people used cheating devices to get their Pokémon. And because some people did it and got away with it (since you couldn’t really be the luck police. Maybe they really did get a straight 31 Shiny Kyogre. You don’t know they didn’t), others did it too. By the time I was looking into getting into it in the Diamond/Pearl era, there was a perception that if you don’t cheat, don’t bother. You will be at a disadvantage.

Starting with XY and getting better each generation, it started to become sanely possible to get competitively-viable Pokémon in-game. First by making it easier to control breeding and with Legendaries always coming with half of their stats as perfect, then in Sun/Moon being able to raise any stat to perfect, and finally in Sword/Shield being able to fully customize Natures and Abilities, which also affect a Pokémon’s performance and were previously set at a Pokémon’s generation.

At this point, any Pokémon you obtain can be fully made perfect… except if you want the Speed and/or Attack to be the worst they can be instead of the best. Which in certain circumstances, you do. This is relevant.

What is also relevant is how the tournament structure normally works vs how it’s worked this year. Usually, year one of a game coming out is a Regional Dex format. This means only Pokémon that are actually obtainable in the games that just came out are useable. This is an accessible tournament that anyone just getting into the series can play with just the latest games.

This time, though, while the rest of the season used a Regional Dex format, with the small shakeup that certain categories of Pokémon were excluded at first and got included later, Worlds did a much larger shakeup - some Pokémon only obtainable in Sword/Shield and Legends: Arceus are also allowed. And many of these are high-power Pokémon who are practically needed in the current meta.

Most noteworthy are Ursaluna and Enamorus. They both play best at 0 Speed, which isn’t something you can change on the fly. Which for Ursaluna, you can still breed its base form elsewhere and just use Legends: Arceus to evolve it, so it isn’t that bad.

But Enamorus. It’s not breedable, it’s exclusive to the postgame, and it’s a pain to catch. And once you actually catch it, Legends: Arceus calculates stats in a different way so you can’t tell what its Speed IV is until you save the game and move it into HOME. If it’s wrong, you have to play the entire game over again to try again. Oh, and because Legendaries have half their stats perfect by default, you have a 1/64 chance to get one with a 0 Speed IV instead of the 1/32 you’d have for a regular Pokémon.

Did I mention the ruleset was only announced two months before the tournament?

Yeah. Having a multi-game ruleset at the highest level when the rest of the series only required the most recent games was bad enough, but announcing it so late meant people playing legitimately did not have the time to get perfect Pokémon along with all the rest of the theorizing and practicing. If you want to use those new Pokémon, you are very likely to cheat to get them, or get them traded from someone who cheated to get them.

Add in that Worlds introduced new hack-checks never used before. Most people using illegitimate Pokémon have been pretty comfortable not getting caught. As long as it’s theoretically possible it’s been okay. It’s only people snooping in the metadata of those who uploaded their teams that could tell. But now the official hack-check checks the metadata.

Metadata that you cannot check without using cheating programs yourself, by the way. Say you play 100% legitimately and you wanted to use a team with a non-slow Urshifu. You only have Scarlet/Violet, not Sword/Shield. What are you going to do? Trade for one, of course! You get one fresh off the GTS, train it up and you’re ready to go. Right?

Nah, you find out at the tournament that the person who traded it to you cheated it in and you can no longer use it for the rest of the tournament. Shouldn’t have cheated, cheater!

And that’s why this doesn’t feel good even though I have little respect for those who in this day and age still hack in their competitive teams. Changing up not only the barrier to entry but also rules enforcement literally at the final tournament is just not a good thing.

[soulfairre-slamamancer]

what if. just maybe. the rift was caused by xornoth?/hj im not serious about this theory, but hey

i mean, in empires s1 xornoth and scott were canonically brothers. pearl was in season 1 of empires, but not s2; she switched to hermitcraft but scott stayed with empires. same with shubble and fwhip, who were the first and most affected by the corruption and xornoth. also lizzie, with connections, but not horribly affected by the corruption.

and after the final battle, they trapped him in a crystal

when the rapture occurred, xornoth escaped the crystal

the rift(at least on empires side) was decorated with crystals, almost like a calling card.

in season two, shelby is the resident witch of the server, the only resident of the evermoore

and, according to her, the evermoore seems to be “haunted”. Similar in fashion to xornoth’s behavior when the corruption was just starting in the undergrove. the first noted instance was in her 3rd episode, when she mentioned she hears weird noises in the mangrove at night and fog that plays tricks, hinting that the fog is the source of the voices

in season 1, lizzie held the book of prophecies; predicting core events that were the negative points in the season. in season 2, she has an amethyst business; the crystals and blocks surrounding and in the site of the rift(empires side). as well the citizens of animalia are animals on two legs, the only call back was the axolotl-enderman creature that she found with the prophecy.

shelby haunted; creepy happenings occuring post dragon-death. lizzie with the cards; bipedal animals and crystals. now how bout fwhip and scott?

fwhip is a goblin, too consumed in creating a booming city beneath the mountain to notice just about anything; but the cavern is exactly what ties him to the rift. a small, unseeming cave on the side of a mountain that cracked and expanded into a massive portal. as well as he sent sniff, snort’s older brother, through the portal. in his pursuit of business, hes created a whole lot of unbalance

and scott? well sorry but i havent watched much of his pov, however i know his portal is covered in tendrils similar to the ones spread by xornoth’s corruption

something common between most of things is the color purple. crittercity and anamalia’s town hall having purple roofs and amethyst. shelby’s shop’s roof and her wand’s aura is purple (according to scott). the end (yknow cuz its just yellow, white and poiple). xornoths lil glowy bits. the rift is all purple, all of it.

this is entirely brought forth by a random thought that flew through my brain whilst i was listen to empires the musical. specifically, “you’re gonna see more of your old friend xornoth”

love adhd lol, also ive only watched empires and not hermitcraft which is why ive only been pointing to examples from empires

[jeromefart]

10/10 movies ive seen for the first time this year that i recommend if any of yall need shit to watch

It follows - come on its suspenseful its terrifying its beautiful its everything and i love it

No hard feelings - funny and stupid romcom but the leads are actually likable and cute together

Saw x - set a new IMPOSSIBLY HIGH expectation for movie gore that will likely never be topped again

We’re the millers - its funny its insane its perfect

Barbie - my girlhood was healed and margot robbie hot

Spiderverse - literally jaw dropping show stopping hilarious cool fun everything a superhero movie should BE

Bones and all - true bi4bi couple

Pearl - just a girl with a few hobbies

Interstellar - watching this with my dad made it hit so much harder

Dune - intense and makes no fucking sense half the time but the soundtrack good actors hot and scenery cool

Lego batman - batjokes canon

Mean girls - can you believe i only first watched this in 2023

Se7en - its one of those movies you will start and go “yeah. Im gonna love this one”

Hunger games catching fire - dystopian camp

Eeaao - funny and crazy but also? Super sweet?

Nocturne - maybe it was because i was having crazy side effects from my new meds but this shit touched my SOUL

Girl interrupted - just girls being gals

Fight club - david fincher just knows what hes doing

Orphan - IIIIM LIQUID SMOOOOOTH

Oceans eight - i wish the misogynist incels didnt LIE to me about it being bad. It was everything to me

Avatar - a really enjoyable viewing experience

Glass onion - JANELLE MONAEEEE

[lovelyabyss]

comfort dashboard game uwu owo oo wow (tagged by @exmoth) comfort movie(s):

bedknobs and broomsticks maybe? i mean, i love it to bits but haven't really seen it in years bc who tf owns vhs anymore. there's something great about mixed media movies with the live-action and animation, and the practical effects esp the finale. *chefs kiss*

v for vendetta - probs should revive the watching on the 5th tradition i had prior to the end times but it's not really what id call a comfort film tbh? just honorable mention i guess

comfort food:

egg rice fersho- sunny-side up mixed with shoyu and rice, good shit.

supreme pizza- the lazy fuck's choice of all your major food groups

some chicken tendies are good now and then

comfort show(s):

star trek tng, ds9, voyager gets a special mention but not really. ds9 is by far my fave star trek bc of all the complexity of it, and it's somewhat less cheesy than tng? not real sure how to describe, havent watched any in ages. enterprise is nice but ive only just finished the whole thing

leverage is gr8 too bc thw whole robinhood thing but i havent watched recently

comfort clothing:

wide neck shirts made of thin airy cloth- which is why i love and miss my old wornout tshirts now that i cant even handle anything above 80 f, fuck im old and tired

hoodies but only when the temps 76 or below and i know im gon be there longer than an hour or two

i miss my old gi pants bc they were like airy capris rip

comfort songs:

kataomoi - aimer -always help ground me and restore me from motion sickness and bad feels. steady beats and soft vocals are the best rad. p sure this is my only remaining constant bc otherwise i just go thru new shit like every couple weeks until the good chemical hormones wear out on em

comfort games:

runescape (rs3 and osrs) - can't go wrong with a classic. first real online game i played and i always come back to it, dont think i can go back any further really

pokemon sapphire and emerald, also pearl - intro'd to sapphire around the same time as rs, wayyy back in the day, love pokemon to this day. pearl was a lot later on but damn, good games. sapphire was the gateway, emerald was a rejuvenation of my love for the franchise- moving animations when they came out in battle, trading, shinies, the battle frontier, fuck yeah. miss those days gaming.

idk who to tag no one else i know besides the frend who tagged me is really a mutual and active lmao

[spicebiter]

Watch List- English Language Movies (Latest Update Aug. 4, 2024)

My extensive movies list. Not numbered because tumblr has a character limit in blocks of text that affect numbered lists apparently, but fyi before you open the read more there are 300+ entries in this list.

Because of the sheer number of things I want to watch I’m separating my watch list posts into four categories. I keep them separate primarily for organization so I can decide what to watch based different variables (mood, time, language, etc)

I’m pretty much constantly adding things to all of my lists- hence why I’m amending when this was last updated to the title itself- and will update this post anytime I update the wheel I use to randomize my next choice, which usually happens after I’ve added or subtracted a significant number of options.

48 Hrs.

A Bucket of Blood

A Fistful of Dollars

A Matter of Life and Death (1946)

A Tale of Two Sisters

All About Evil

All Eyes

All of Us Strangers

Alyce Kills (2011)

American Mary

Antlers

Apostle (2018)

Area 51

Arrival

Asylum of Satan

Audition

August Underground

Baby Driver

Bad Influence (1990)

Basic Instinct

Beauty and the Beast (1946)

Being Human (US)

Below (2002)

Beyond the Black Rainbow

Bird Box

Black Mountain Side

Black Narcissus (1947)

Blade series

Blade Runner

Bleed With Me

Blood Quantum

Blue Velvet

Bones and All

Brain Damage (1988)

Bullet Train

Butchers (2020)

By Any Means

Byzantium

Cabin Fever

Campfire Tales (1997)

Captain Kronos Vampire Hunter

Cargo

Chained (2012)

Chernobyl Diaries

Cherry Falls

Christopher Robin

Cobweb (2023)

Cold Skin

Constantine

Crank (2006)

Crash

Crowsnest

Cujo

Curfew (1989)

Cut (2000)

Dark Harvest

Dark Places

Day of the Dead

Daybreakers

Dead Birds

Dead Body (2017)

Dead Calm

Dead Silence

Dead Snow

Deadstream

Deathdream

Deathwatch

Dementia 13

Detective Pikachu

Devil's Advocate

Diabolique

Digging Up the Marrow

Don't Worry Darling

Dragonslayer

Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

Duel

Eden Lake

Electric Dreams

Eraserhead

Estranged

Even Lambs Have Teeth (2015)

Eve’s Bayou

Ex Machina

Extracurricular (2018)

Eyes in the Dark

Eyes Wide Shut

Feral (2017)

Fertile Ground

Flatliners

Fox Trap (2016)

Frankenstein

Frankenstein’s Army

From Black

Funny Games

Gaia (2021)

Ganja and Hess

Gentleman's Agreement

GetAWAY (2020)

Ghost Ship

Glass Onion

Godzilla series

Goodnight Mommy

Grotesque

Guillermo Del Toro's Pinocchio

Hacksaw Ridge

Hard Candy

Hatchet (2006)

Head Count

Headless (2015)

Hear No Evil

Hell House

High Tension

His House

Home for the Holidays (1972)

Honeydew

Hotel Hell

Howl (2015)

Humanoids From the Deep

I Saw the TV Glow

Inception

Infinity Pool

Inland Empire

In The Mouth of Madness

It Comes at Night

It's Such A Beautiful Day

Jack the Bear

Jaws

Jug Face

Juice (1992)

Just Before Dawn

Kill List

Lake Nowhere

Last Shift

Leave

Legend (1985)

Lemora: A Child's Tale of the Supernatural

Leviathan

Life (2017)

Lisa Frankenstein

Little Monsters

Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels

Lord of the Rings

Love Exposure

Love Lies Bleeding

Lovely, Dark, and Deep

Lovely Molly

Mama

Mandrake

Maniac (2012)

Marionette (2020)

Mayhem (2017)

Melancholia

Memories of Murder

Mister Creep (2022)

Monkey Man (2024)

Mukavemet (2022)

My Own Private Idaho

Need for Speed (2014)

Night of the Creeps

Nocturnal Demon

Nope

November (2017)

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood

Only Lovers Left Alive

Orphan

Pandora and the Flying Dutchman (1951)

Pearl

Phantom of the Opera

Phantom of the Paradise

Phase IV

Poltergeist

Poor Things

Predator

Premium Rush

Prisoners

Psycho Goreman

Raw

Rawhide

Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarves

Requiem for a Dream

Roadhouse

Robot Dreams

Rope (1948)

Rose Red

Satan's Servant (2020)

Sea Fever

Session 9

Shark Side of the Moon

Shrew’s Nest

Silver Bullet

Small Soldiers

Smokin’ Aces

Snatch

Sole Survivor

Some Like It Hot

Sometimes they Come Back

Sonic the Hedgehog

Splice

Splinter

St. Maud

Star Time (1992)

Star Wars series

Still Breathing

Straight Edge Kegger (2019)

Student Body (2022)

Sundown: The Vampire in Retreat

Sunshine (2007)

Super Dark Times

Suspiria (1977)

Swallow (2019)

Swiss Army Man

Talon Falls (2017)

Tank Girl

Terrifier

Terror Vision

The Abyss

The Atticus Institute (2015)

The Awakening

The Babadook

The Beach House

The Beyond

The Block Island Sound

The Boston Strangler

The Breed

The Burrowers (2008)

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari

The Cave (2005)

The Color Purple

The Dark

The Deeper You Dig

The Devil's Carnival

The Divide (2011)

The Dunwich Horror

The Dyatlov Pass Incident

The Endless

The Evil of Frankenstein

The Girl With All the Gifts

The Gracefield Incident

The Happening

The Haunting (1963)

The Invisible Man (2020)

The Killing Kind

The Lair of the White Worm

The Last Broadcast

The Last Exorcism

The Last Unicorn

The Lazarus Effect

The Lords of Salem

The Matrix series

The Menu

The Midnight Meat Train

The Night Flier

The Old Ways

The Omen

The Others

The Passenger

The People Under the Stairs

The Phantom of the Opera (2004)

The Pit

The Plague Dogs

The Quarry

The Red Shoes (1948)

The Reflecting Skin

The Relic

The Resurrected

The Serpent and the Rainbow

The Slayer

The Sleep Experiment

The Tall Man

The Tank

The Thaw

The Thief and the Cobbler

The Tommyknockers

The Triangle

The Triplets of Belleville

The Usual Suspects

The Void (2016)

The Wickerman

The Wisher (2002)

The White Reindeer

Thelma and Louise

They Live

Tigers are Not Afraid

Tombstone

Total Recall

Tremors

Triangle

Trilogy of Terror

Tron

Turning Red

Tusk

Twins of Evils

Underwater

Unearthed

Unhinged

V for Vendetta

Vamp

Velvet Buzzsaw

Videodrome

Violation

Virus:32 (2022)

Vivarium (2019)

We Are Not Alone

We Are Still Here

We’re All Going to the World’s Fair

Wendell and Wild

What Josiah Saw

White Snake

White Zombie

Willow Creek

Wolf Creek

X (2022)

X-Men

You'll Like My Mother

Zodiac

Zombie (1979)

Zombillenium

[imorphemi]

eyyy incorrect quote times with Grian and Pearl!

I know a lot of people lorewise like to separate Grian and Pearl and make them not meet up until hermitcraft s8 rolls around, but the amount of times Grian talks about her helping him in that period just doesn’t work well with that imo haha

[forever-rogue]

Hi again! I've been feeling down latelu, Ive not been feeling well too (thankfully nothing bad just had a very big and tiring week) may I request a Steven grant x reader where he takes care of her and she feels bad about not doing anything but doesn't know what to say? Tbh it's probably very plain 🥲 feel free to put any trope and cliche you want !! ,💓💚💓 Take care 💞

AN | Soft Steven! Only the softest for you! I hope you’re feeling better 🥰🥺

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.7k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“Alright, that’s it,” you were half asleep when the sound of his voice - harsher in tone than you’d ever known it to be - woke you right up. Steven was standing in front of the couch, watching you with a concerned expression. You blinked at him in confusion before he sighed lightly, “you’re getting a bath and then going to bed.”

“What? Why?” your voice was raspy and thick with sleep that had been pulling you in for the past half hour. Your face was flushed and your body was an odd combination of cold and hot, covered in a sheen of sticky sweat, “‘m fine, Steven.”

“You are anything but fine,” the corners of his mouth were turned down in a deep frown, brows furrowed in confusion, “you’ve been stuck on the couch since you’ve been home.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you felt tears stinging at the back of your eyes, threatening to pearl up and run down your cheeks, “I should have made dinner. I’m just a little tired is all-”

“You’re not just tired, darling,” he sighed before you could argue and say anything else. Steven wasn’t a pushover by any means, but on the flipside he wasn’t terribly domineering either, “you’ve been running yourself ragged the past few weeks, doing everything for everybody except taking care of yourself. I think it’s finally caught up with you and now you’ve come down with a cold on top of everything else.”

“No,” it was a meek little whimper of an answer and he just raised an eyebrow as if that proved his point, “fine. Maybe I am feeling a little-”

“Sick.”

“Tired-”

“Sick.”

“Under the weather-”

“You’re sick,” he insisted, the sharp tone of his voice causing you to pout at him. There was no way that you were going to win this argument, “come on, love. Let me take care of you for a change. You do so much for others and never ask for anything in return. But now it’s my turn to give that love right back.”

“There’s no point in arguing with you, is there?” you asked meekly, taking his outstretched hand as he pulled you to your feet. He shook his head before gently guiding you to the bathroom.

He sat you down on the toilet seat before turning on the tap and letting the tub fill with blissfully hot water, making sure to add in some of the salts and oils you liked. It wasn’t long before the whole room was filled with steam and the therapeutic smell of lavender and ylang ylang. That in itself already made you feel a million times better.

“Arms up, darling,” he said softly as you easily complied, lifting up your sore, tired limbs as high as you could. It wasn’t very far, which caused him to chuckle slightly. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before helping to pull your sweater off your upper half and tossing it to the side before repeating the motions with your bra, “up you get, time for your pants.”

He helped to keep you upright as you stepped out of your panties and leggings. Steven’s actions were so tender and gentle that you almost wanted to cry at his reverence. Steven held your hand as you stepped into the stemming water, quickly immersing your whole body in it. 

“Better?” he got down on his knees on the side of the tub, gently pushing back some of the rogue locks of hair from your face. You nodded before settling against the back of the tub, a long, weary sigh escaping your lips, “don’t fall asleep just yet, my darling. Gotta get all washed up before I take you to bed.”

“You can take me to bed anytime you want,” you offered him a sleepy grin before having to cough deeply. Steven made a small, amused sound in the back of his throat as his cheeks flushed a dark pink.

“You’re always a cheeky thing, aren’t you?” he asked, flicking some of the bubbles at you, “time for you to rest, not make silly jokes.”

“It’s not a joke,” you pouted, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he grinned, reaching for your shampoo and conditioner, “I’m going to wash your hair, okay? No arguments to the contrary will be entertained.”

“Thank you,” you looked at him with wide eyes, so soft and tired that it almost broke his heart, “I don’t deserve you.”

“I think you’ll find it’s quite the other way around,” he slowly lathered up your hair, his touch gentle and almost soothing. He took his time massaging your head, causing you to practically moan with each little movement. At one point it almost got to him and he had to take a moment to recover; he was only human after all and if anything, you were his weakness. 

“Can I pay you to do this every day?” your eyes were closed as he rinsed off the shampoo and followed up with conditioner. 

“I’m afraid that if we attempted to do that we might not make it out of the house in the morning,” you cracked an eye open, and could see that he was blushing. 

“I wish I could kiss you right now,” you sighed lightly, “but I’m so tired and I don’t want to get you sick either.”

“There’s plenty of time for that later,” he grinned as he worked the conditioner through your locks, “no need to worry.”

“Promise?”

“Of course,” he booped the tip of your nose as you relaxed, deciding to close your eyes and let him work. His touch was like magic, and you already felt a million times better. Once he decided that your hair was significantly washed, he grabbed a washcloth and soaped up your aching body to wash away the literal and metaphorical grime, “do you have any idea how many times you’ve done this for me?”

“I dunno,” you had to bite back a moan at the feeling of him scrubbing your tired frame, “maybe one or two times?”

“More times than I can count,” he kissed your forehead before tenderly washing your face, “it’s really the least I can do in return.” 

“You’re doing an amazing job, Mr. Grant,” you grinned, “I’ll never stop you from doing this.”

“Duly noted,” he was sure his heart skipped a few beats with excitement at your words, “stay here for a few moments and I’ll get a clean towel and some fresh pajamas. Back in a jiffy.”

You sighed contentedly before leaning back and closing your eyes, hoping the warmth would help clear up some of the congestion that was setting in. The bath was still so warm and you felt much better than you had all, and you could easily just fall asleep then and there. 

“Not quite yet,” Steven laughed lightly as he came back in, carrying a big fluffy towel and fresh clothes. He gently set everything down before ushering you back up and out of the warm water, “feeling any better?”

“Lots already,” you promised, reaching for the towel to dry yourself off, which he immediately beat you to doing, “I can help.”

“I’m well aware,” he kissed your forehead before gently drying your hair, “but I want to do this. You are a horrible patient, you know.”

“That’s because I like doing things for myself or for others.

“But I want to do this for you,” he insisted, “stubborn, wonderful girl.”

Steven dried the rest of your body off, making it a point to stop and grab your favorite lotion and smoothing it all over you. It was such a simple, sacred thing that served to make your knees weak and if you weren’t feeling like you were a few steps away from death’s door you would have jumped him then and there. 

He grabbed the soft sweater and pulled it over your head and helped you get your arms through before taking the sweatpants and pulling them up your body. He paused to give your bum a cheeky pat before you wrapped your arms around him, clinging on like a koala. 

“Alright,” he laughed, holding you back just as tightly, “off to bed with you.”

“Will you come with me?” you didn’t even care that you were practically begging him; you just wanted him as close as possible to you, “please, my love?”

“I will,” he moved to stand behind you as he walked you in the direction of the bedroom, “but first you’re going to get comfy and I’ll make some soup for later and then I’ll join you.”

“Stevie,” you offered up your best puppy dog eyes as he grinned at your little nickname. He pretended to hate it, but you knew he secretly loved it, “I want you now.”

“Soon,” he insisted, pulling back the blankets and nodding for you to get into the bed. You did as he silently asked, almost groaning at how soft the bed felt underneath you. This was definitely a good idea; you never wanted to leave again. He tucked the blankets around you before kissing your forehead, “better, love?”

“Yes,” you put your hand on his face, gently stroking his cheek before running your hand through his curls, “thank you so much, Steven. You mean the world to me.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he grinned, “once you’re feeling better. Just rest for now, yeah? I’ll go and make some soup and I’ll grab some tea when you’re back up.”

“But-”

“At least try and get some sleep for me, love?”

“Yes,” you already felt yourself getting drowsier with each passing second, “thank you for taking care of me. I love you to the moon and back and then back again and again and again.”

“Silly girl,” he kissed your knuckles gently before turning off the bedside lamp, “get some rest and I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

“Always.”

[goddess-evelle]

You beat the game while (II)

your boyfriends eat you out.

Warnings: Face riding, fingering, edging, cumming untouched. That’s it!

Individual Dream team x reader

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A/N: Heloo, Pretty short, but I hope you like it! Enjoy!

You weren’t sure why you accepted the bet with your boyfriend. You could only remember how you were making fun of him for not being able to complete a simple Minecraft challenge. Yet here you are with dumb look on your face while your boyfriend lays in bed waiting for you. When you made a bet that you could win the game with any challenge you didn’t even think that your boyfriend would think of something like this, but here you are loading the game while your boyfriend awaits eagerly for you to sit on his face. The challenge was simple or so he said it would be. You just had to beat the game while riding his face; that sounded easy right? Except for the fact that your boyfriend knew how much you enjoyed riding his face. You couldn’t give up now. You made the bet and you intended on at least giving it a try. I mean who doesn’t love to ride their boyfriend’s face.

George

He was beyond offended when you told him that he sucked at the game. His eyebrows furrowed together as he watched you tease him with Dream and Sapnap. You were teasing him about how much of an easy challenge he had and how he was unable to beat the game. George would normally shake off any teasing; he didn’t really care or got mad at dumb stuff, but a malicious thought ran through his head, and he couldn’t let it go.

That is why you hovered over his head. Knees pressing on the side of the bed while your thighs rubbed his cheeks slightly. He looked gorgeous underneath you. His eyes glossy with lust as he waited patiently for you to lower yourself. George’s character appeared on the new Minecraft world, and you lowered yourself on George’s face. You looked down at him before lowering your body softly. His eyes looked expectantly at you as his mouth hung open waiting for you to stuff his mouth full of pussy.

He didn’t even think twice before giving a long lick at your entire pussy. He loved to get a first full taste before he went fully in. Your hips shifted on top of him as you tried to break a log of wood. George gave small teasing licks to your clit; he wanted to give you false hopes as if you even stood a chance in winning the game. He started sucking on your clit; your pearl fully in his mouth as he moved his tongue making you even more sensitive. He was sweet with his movements letting you enjoy the pleasure slowly. You were able to get full iron before George started getting serious. His tongue moving to your entrance you fuck your little hole as he watched you go crazy in pleasure on top of him. His nose rubbed against your clit in a perfect way. He hadn’t even realized it until he saw you grind down on it. He smirked under you while moving his face side to side to give you clit the much-needed attention. His tongue working wonders inside of you as your orgasm approached without a warning. The intense feeling rushing over you. Hips going crazy as you grinded your wet pussy all over George’s face. He let you ride your high then he pushed you to the bed ripping the rest of your clothes. He was going to teach you why you shouldn’t tease him for his playing skills.

Dream

He was a cocky little bitch. He always had high hopes for his challenges, but with this one in specific he had been talking so much shit. Saying that it would be “too easy” for him. Even risking it to playing the game in hardcore. So, to say the least it was extremely satisfying seen the red screen on front of the overconfident man. You sat on the bed when you saw he died instantly laughing so hard that you mimicked his popular wheeze. The man was not happy with this. He started saying “Oh, you wouldn’t be able to do it either” his bulshit excuses sounded through the room as you kept laughing at him. His ego was hurt to say the least. However, everything changed when he challenged you to beat the game. Your laugh stopping immediately as you told him that you weren’t a “pro player” like him. Mans was bitter, so you accepted the challenge. That was fucking stupid; you didn’t realize that he never told you what challenge you had to complete. You assumed it was the same one he had failed, but oh how wrong you were. That is why you are sitting on Dream’s face while you try your best to win the game.

The green-eyed man didn’t even give you a chance. The second the map started loading he was hooking his arms around your thighs and pulling you down to sit on his mouth. Your head falling back the second you felt his tongue playing with your clit. He didn’t even give you a second to understand what was happening before he was eating your pussy like a starved man. His tongue was everywhere. Your hands gripped the makeshift desk in front of you as you grinded your hips down onto his face. His tongue becoming meaner by the second as he pushed it past your entrance. He was not going to let you win. You tried to get wood in the game, but Dream’s tongue gave you more pleasure by the second. He moved a hand from your thigh to push two fingers into you. The sudden stretch making you grind down on him. The man underneath you just kept fucking you with his fingers. He was going feral as he pushed against your g-spot while simultaneously sucking your clit. You were done for; hips moving without rhythm as you chanced your orgasm, but before you could get there Dream stopped all movement.

“You are not going to cum until you finish the game, so get to work” He said with a smirk on his face. You whined at his words, but moved his character to made wooden tools. This was the worst challenge ever.

Sapnap

You were both just fucking around in a Minecraft world while he talked about a certain challenge that he wasn’t able to complete. You quickly jumping into teasing him about ‘not knowing how to play the game’. The man was not happy with your statement. He quickly defended himself saying that it was Dream’s fault because he kept taking damage. You on the other side just told him to stop making excuses as a joke, but Sapnap was not feeling in the mood of joking. His ego being hurt in the process as he dared you to complete a Minecraft challenge saying that “you couldn’t even beat a single challenge by yourself” of course you wanted to prove to him that you were better at Minecraft, so here you were with Sapnap’s head in between your legs as he lapped at the arousal that coated your thighs.

He was fair with his ministrations. He waited for you to find a cave before he started to fully eat you out. However, as soon as he started; he showed no mercy as he sucked and lapped at your pussy. He gave a harsh suck to your clit making you jump at the rough treatment, but he knew how much you loved it when he did that. His lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves as he grazed his teeth into your clit. He knew how much you loved to mix pleasure and pain. Your head rolling back and moans leaving your mouth. You didn’t even care about the stupid game anymore. Your hips rocked against Sapnap’s mouth as you rode the pleasure as much as you could. Your mind going hazy as he pushed two fingers into you while bending them to hit that special spot inside of you. Your mind only being able to think about pleasure as you felt your stomach tighten. Sapnap sucked harder as he moved his fingers faster into you, but before you could come; he stopped sucking your clit and moved his face down. His nose now rubbing your clit while he worked both fingers and his into you. That was it for you; your eyes rolling back as you came on Sapnap’s face. You pulled away from him once you rode your high to find his eyes glossed over. Tears finally falling down his face making you concerned. You looked around to find if you had hurt him, but instead you found a wet spot on his pants. Sapnap loved to eat you out a little too much.

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[1kook]

skirt chasers — drabble iv

THIS IS A SKIRT CHASERS DRABBLE - FIND THE OTHERS HERE ! SUMMARY Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. WARNINGS JK POV!!!, attempted solo masturbation, k*ssing, jk’s extensive knowledge of pornos, grinding, cunnilingus, face sitting, spit kink, light choking, praise kink, self nipple play, a love for boobies, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, i love u kink, its kinda hinted tht oc has a somnophilia kink? not rlly but tagging just in case -_- RATING m (18+) WC 6.3k this can't even classified as a drabble anymore wtf 

NOTES i have had this in my drafts since may 3. it is december 21. everyone point n laugh. anyway i very much love stimbo sc jk and i think he’s very cool so here’s a whopping 6k of the inner mechanisms of his big nerdy, college hottie brain <3

He doesn’t notice you’ve drifted off until he’s three solid paragraphs into his semester-long research paper. “Babe, can you toss me my charger it’s over…” 

 Jungkook swears he’s gonna take every single one of those stupid skirts and burn them to ashes. They had done their duty well, had given him the girlfriend of his dreams, but now they were just pushing their luck. What was once the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend, has now become the bane of Jungkook’s existence. He loathed them, he hated them, he could go twenty million decades without ever seeing them again because the torture they inflicted upon him was borderline inhumane. 

 Holy fuck, he knew you were gorgeous— hello, he was your boyfriend, thinking you were gorgeous was very high on the list of requirements you searched for in someone of his position —but he’s absolutely positive that you’re probably the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in all his twenty-two years. And Jungkook’s seen a lot of porn. Like, a lot. 

He can’t help himself. Before Jungkook knows it, he’s rolling his desk chair over to where you’re sprawled across his bed, skin so soft where it presses against his pillow, lips so plush, and he’s pretty sure there’s a tiny, tiny droplet of drool begging to escape from between your puckered lips. Normally, he’d tease you to hell and back for this, knows how flustered you become when he catches you off guard, but today he lets it slide in favor of focusing on something else about your dozing form. 

It’s the soft curve of your hips from where you lay on your side, smooth legs tucked close to you, and that goddamn pleated skirt giving you absolutely no protection from the eyes of the world around you. Luckily, he made sure to lock the door to his room when you came over today. And he’s almost positive Taehyung isn’t home anyway. So there’s no potential roommate to see you here, cuddled against Jungkook’s teddy bear, blue lace panties tucked between your folds. 

They were his favorite. 

Adorable and soft, and he knows that particular style— the cheeky kind —is your preferred style, because it’s the one he sees almost every time the two of you fuck. Seamless, because you hate when they tug against your skin, and baby blue simply because it was your favorite color. He can’t recall the last time they had been so exposed like this. 

God, how many times had this same situation occurred? You dropping by to encourage him to do his homework, before eventually falling asleep and leaving him to his own devices. A lot of times, Jungkook guesses, because each and every time you wake up and nab one of his protein bars from the stash by his bed. Jungkook’s gone through four boxes in the last month. 

But how many times had this happened with you in a skirt? Never. This was a rarity. 

As the year progressed and yours and Jungkook’s relationship reached new levels of intimacy and adoration, Jungkook is sad to say the skirts had begun appearing less and less. It was winter and, unlike the furnace that was Jungkook’s body, he’s pretty sure you were a cold-blooded reptilian at this point, always leeching off of him for warmth. So since you couldn’t stand the cold, the skirts slowly faded into the background, replaced by Jungkook’s second favorite: the leggings. 

He was no complainer, Jungkook respected your decisions! He wasn’t going to pressure you into wearing those cute tiny skirts he loved so much just because it fueled some PornHub-esque fantasy in his brain, especially not as a harsh winter descended upon you and the days became colder. He would not risk a sick girlfriend in the name of a horndog daydream. 

But holy mother of pearl, Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. 

Sure he’d seen them every time you guys fucked— duh. But this was not the same. It was different, seeing the tender skin of your inner thigh when he knew you weren’t trying to, your skirt stuck between you and the bed as you shifted about. It was different, knowing he could so easily have you, just flip up the skirt and tug your underwear to the side, not having to worry about fighting your leggings or skinny jeans down your legs. It was different and it was good, so painstakingly good, to have you in the skirt, but the worst part was Jungkook couldn’t even do anything because you were fucking sleeping. 

He’d subconsciously pictured you like this for weeks, sprawled out on his sheets in the flimsiest clothing and ready for him to just slide right in, but Jungkook was a good boy—you’d told him as much just last week when he’d paid the bus fare for that ragtag group of teenagers, smiling up at him like he was your entire world. Was he sometimes a little too mean, a little too wild? Yes. But at his core, Jungkook lived for your praise. He couldn’t just stomp on that title you’d so lovingly bestowed upon him, a title he’d worked hard for since! 

Furthermore, even if Jungkook wasn’t a good boy, to touch you in your sleep just seemed wrong. You’d mentioned in passing once that you wouldn’t mind as long as it was him (“I’m yours,” you had purred at some party, hand crawling down his abdomen, “your doll, remember?”), but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to when you were so vulnerable and just… not there. It wouldn’t feel right to use your body when you weren’t awake, and no amount of encouragement from you would change his mind. 

So he does what all good boys do and prepares himself for a quick, self-administered handfuck. 

Sue him, his girlfriend was hot!

It’d been a little over two weeks since the last time the two of you had fucked, and it was mostly his fault; clinicals and research papers had practically consumed what little free time he had in his schedule. And if Jungkook remembers correctly, he wouldn’t be that lucky this upcoming week either. Something tells him your period was approaching. 

Jungkook doesn’t know what type of sorcery you’ve done to him, but in the time you’ve been dating, it’s become increasingly more and more difficult to nut without you. Whether that be fucking you, listening to your voice, or just imagining your pretty face in his head, you held a monopoly over Jungkook’s libido, one that he feared you’d never let go. 

He had years stacked on years of browsing PornHub and Brazzers, can recall experiencing some of the craziest orgasms of his life while watching some girl get fucked. All things come to an end. Ever since he started dating you, not even his favorite video could make him hard anymore. Oh, how the great have fallen. 

But with your blue panties before him, his cock hardens by the minute, nearly doubles in size when you move about and sigh a heavenly sound. Frankly, he doesn’t feel bad jerking one off to the thought of you. You were his girlfriend! He knows that you know that you’re the main character of all his right-handed adventures, and you’re not going to be mad at him for jerking off to you now. In fact, Jungkook imagines you’d be mad if he’d woken you up just for some frenzied quickie. This way, he’s blowing off some steam and you’re getting an extra ten minutes of napping. Everyone wins. 

He’s barely tugged himself out of the confines of his sweats when a soft mumble of his name has his soul leaving his body. “Kook?” 

“Baby,” he exhales, immediately tucking himself back into his underwear before moving closer towards you. You roll onto your back, skirt useless as fuck, he thinks, as it sprawls around your waist. “What’s up?” he murmurs, voice gentle, a hand carding through the nape of your neck because that’s how you always wake him up. Jungkook would be a liar to say it wasn’t one of the best feelings in the world. 

You say something, but it’s a mess of gibberish and too quiet for him to understand, before turning on your side again and shuffling closer to him. Jungkook smiles, runs the tips of his fingers over your cheek, before moving to caress your back, massaging some feeling back into your muscles. Some more mumbled words, but this time he deciphers them as something along the lines of “c’mere.” 

He chuckles, ducking down to kiss your cheek. “Don’t wanna interrupt your nap, baby,” he hums. “Go back to sleep.” 

You whine in protest, suddenly catching his hand in yours. “Please,” you sigh, eyes fluttering open, but they’re unfocused as you gaze at him. Jungkook clenches his teeth. Technically he should be working on that twelve page research paper, and even just trying to jerk off right now would have been a huge setback. Crawling into bed with you, where you’re so sinfully laid out for him to take, would completely offset his plans until tomorrow. He had to be a responsible student here. 

“I really gotta finish my paper…” he says, trying to let you down as gently as possible, flashing you an apologetic gaze. He thinks he has it in the bag, and your extended silence almost has him rolling back to his desk, when you suddenly snap into action. 

“But what about your dick,” you murmur, and Jungkook chokes. 

“My what—?” he splutters, voice a little too high. 

You say nothing, craning your neck to release a series of cracks, soft huffs leaving your lips. Jungkook’s on edge the whole time, eyes following the movement of your neck, the hypnotizing expanse of skin that bares itself to him. “Saw your hand down your pants,” you say, eyes blinking open, and though they’re droopy with sleep, at least you can hold them open this time. 

Jungkook laughs nervously, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You saw that?” A soft hum. He wants to die. “Ah, baby, don’t worry about it. Know you’re tired, so just nap,” he sighs, caressing the back of your head once again, and he thinks he’s finally convinced you so he lets his guard down. 

You moan softly, and he’s almost entirely sure it’s one of those waking up types of sounds, the ones you make when you’re stretching around the bed in the morning. “Want your cock.” 

Jungkook swears he’ll die, right here, right now. 

He groans, lowers his head to rest on the mattress. “Jesus, fuck, baby,” he huffs, has to count to ten to will the stirring of his slowly hardening cock away for the second time that day. “Don’t say stuff like that when you’re half asleep, please.”

You ignore him, the hand that had been wrapped around his wrist tugging him closer. You barely succeed, muscles still so weak, but Jungkook humors you and rolls his chair right beside your head, where he ducks down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Noooo,” you whine when he draws away too quickly. 

A laugh blossoms in his chest, and Jungkook proceeds to rain down a series of kisses on your pretty face before he can stop himself. You melt under his touch, his affection, and Jungkook adores the way your body is so soft and pliant like this, back arching towards him after he places a hand on your waist. 

“Come here,” you urge, voice a quiet plea. So soft, so needy. 

Jungkook malfunctions for just a second before he’s clambering over you on the bed, manhandling your body until you're both on your sides, facing each other, with you pressed tightly to his chest. Even with your hands brushing up and down his back in the way that sends every nerve in Jungkook’s body tingling, and your leg thrown over his hip, some stupid part of him convinces himself you’re just cold, trying to warm up after walking around campus in that tiny little skirt all day. He cuddles you as best as he can. 

And even with his dick twitching in his pants and his caveman instincts yelling at him to thrust up into your inviting core, Jungkook remains as professional as someone in a relationship can be when in bed with their lover. He’s so stuck on his self-control that he almost doesn’t hear the snort you muffle against his neck. 

“What are you doing?” you laugh, reaching up to pinch his cheek. Jungkook blinks, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. “Are we gonna fuck or what?”

He chokes. He doesn’t even try to muffle his reaction like other times, because the way you’re looking at him and the heel you press against the back of his thigh preoccupies his thoughts instead. Your hands are still tracing along his back, melting him with your dainty touches. “Baby?” you question after he’s been silent too long, distracted by the way you use that hooked leg to tug your bodies closer. 

“You… you’re still asleep,” Jungkook says, though it’s definitely a question. 

You scoff, a smile curling around your features. “Mm, definitely not asleep,” you tease, and shift to push him onto his back, wiggling on top of him until those baby blue panties are pressed against his quickly hardening member. “Why? Wanted to touch me when I was asleep?” you continue, and Jungkook’s eyes nearly burst out of their sockets. 

“No!” he exclaims, hands clutching your hips in alarm. He can tell he surprises you, because your eyes go wide for a brief second. “Never…” he mumbles afterwards, looking away from your imploring gaze. “Only like you when you’re awake.” 

You sigh, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek that makes his heart flood with adoration for you. “You’re a good boy, Jungkook,” you say back, just as quietly. “A blueprint for the perfect man.” Another kiss, this time against the corner of his mouth that makes Jungkook’s hands twitch against your sides. 

A soft moan tears itself from his throat, fingers digging into your hips as you slowly roll them against him. The heat emanating from your core seeps past the thin barrier of his sweatpants, makes his cock twitch in his boxers. He knows how it feels inside of you, has your body memorized like the back of his hand. But it’s in moments like these that he finds himself aching for you, desperate to feel the fluttering walls of your pussy, the pitiful whimpers that fall from your kiss swollen lips. And, well. The skirt makes it all too easy.  

He places two hands on the backs of your thighs, runs them up until he’s pushing your skirt up over your waist. You pull away from his lips with a sneaky little smile, pointer finger stroking down the side of his face lazily. “Mm?” you tease, leaving a coy little peck against his mouth. “Now you wanna touch?” Jungkook rolls his eyes, snaps his teeth at your wandering finger when you draw it too close to his mouth. The giggle you let out is so damn precious, makes him want to put you in a glass case and never let anyone else touch you. Coincidentally, it also makes him want to rail you into the mattress until you cry. 

“I’ll fucking ruin you, doll,” he settles on murmuring, subtly pushing you down against him. A soft giggle. Jungkook knows it’s your favorite nickname, even if you won’t admit it. He's the only one allowed to call you it, something about his intentions being pure or whatever, he’s not really sure. Anyway, you’re still so cute and soft on top of him, blinking slowly and prettily, so he’s dragging it out a bit, hoping you’ll become more alert in a few more minutes. 

As sleepy as you may be, you never miss out on a chance to rile him up. “As if, doll,” you retort, his nickname for you rolling off your tongue seamlessly. It sounds heavenly, sparks this weird emotion in him that he never considered before. Him, a doll? No way. But there’s something about the sweet lilt of your voice, the starry-eyed gaze you level him with, that has him throwing all reservations aside. Put him on a shelf and call him Barbie, because he would be anything you wanted him to be. 

Anyway, Jungkook’s sappy thoughts last all of two seconds before he’s rolling you over, successfully trapping you beneath his body. “Oh, so scary,” you feign, hands fluttering to clutch at your chest. 

He glides his hands down your body, let’s them trail over your hip and down the side of your thigh. “Don’t get sassy with me,” he warns, thumb peeking beneath the hem of your skirt. Jungkook really wants to burn the piece of fabric this time, because after all that time it spent torturing him with its halfhearted attempts at covering you, it chooses now to do it properly. 

Hands are thrown around his shoulders, the overwhelming scent of your perfume and body wash tickling his nose when you pull him in for another kiss. “Or what?” you purr, irises swirling with lust. “Gonna use your manly man strength to hold me down?” 

He shushes you with a kiss, slow and languid just how you like. Your taste is familiar, feels like coming home, so Jungkook can’t be blamed for getting too carried away. It starts gentle— it always does. But then a tiny mewl gets stuck in your throat, the following moan swallowed by his tongue, and Jungkook nearly loses it. He nips at your bottom lip, waits patiently for you to open up for him, and when you do he wastes no time diving in. Your tongue against his is slick and wet, makes the most lewd sound. Your little sharp intakes of air fill the gaps, shuddery breaths that Jungkook takes as a good sign. 

He strikes while the iron is still hot. 

It’s amidst your lazy kissing that he secures his hands around your waist, two reassuring squeezes thrown your way before he’s abruptly rolling onto his back again. “Kook!” you squeal, clutching at the front of his shirt. A pouty frown paints your face, sleepy eyes narrowing him with a rather unimpressed look, tainted with the barest hints of confusion. 

Jungkook grins, reaching back to yank his pillow out from beneath his head. “On my face,” he commands suddenly, and you snort. 

“What?” you ask a little incredulously, leaning back to level him with an even more lost expression. “Since when do we do that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Since I decided twenty seconds ago,” he answers rather bluntly. You still don’t look too convinced. It’s not a position the two of you have ever tried. You’re a little on the sappy side, always like to look at his face while you fuck, hold his cheeks in your palms, kiss him sweetly. On the one hand, Jungkook totally gets it; he’ll proudly admit that the sight of your orgasming face paired with your fantastic tits have done him many favors these past few months. 

However, Jungkook is a lover of head. Giving or receiving, it’s very high on his list of sexual acts and whoever invented oral deserved all the praise in the world. Not only did you look drop dead gorgeous with his cock in your mouth— tears trailing down your cheeks, drool clinging to the corners of your lips —but you also looked absolutely sexy receiving it. 

Kinda. 

Probably. 

Okay, so maybe Jungkook can’t really say, considering he always has a hard time catching a glimpse of your face when he’s down there licking and slurping your clit like a madman. Which is what leads him to this exact moment, an experiment weeks in the making. Jungkook has a theory that needs to be tested. “Please ride the fuck out of my face,” he tries, hoping the polite tone will win you over. 

He’s met with an eye roll. Still, you’re kinder than you let on. “Okay,” you give in, and Jungkook will remember your heroism for the rest of his life. “But only because being on top is empowering.” He just barely contains an over-enthusiastic fist pump into the air, settling on a rather modest smile that has you leaning down to kiss him again. You reach for the zipper on the side of your skirt. “Just let me—“

“The skirt stays on,” he says quickly, hand on your wrist to stop you from removing his most favorite article of clothing. 

“Baby,” you say, giving him a rather serious look. “It’ll cover your face.”

“It won’t,” he urges, reaching for the buttons on your blouse instead. Jungkook has had one too many encounters with tops like these, and has long since learned not to tear them apart like a crazed psycho. As much as he loves the sound of your buttons scattering across his bedroom floor, he can’t say he’s too fond of the scolding he inevitably gets afterwards. Anyway, the shirt comes off and so does your bra, leaving your tits in his face, tiny skirt on your hips. “Get up here,” he murmurs, ushering you up his body until your knees are pressing into the mattress right above his shoulders. 

If it was up to Jungkook, he would have just grabbed your hips and shoved his face against your pussy. Luckily, it’s not, and your common sense shines through just in time. “One sec,” you say, and then finally, finally, the blue panties come off. 

And then it’s just Jungkook and your glistening pussy. 

“Holy fuck,” he groans, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your thighs. You squeak when he pulls you closer, hand instinctively reaching for the front of your skirt to hold away from his face. The view from here is heavenly, just your swollen clit, gorgeous tits, and shy face. 

The muscles in your thighs are a little stiff. Or maybe you’re just nervous. Jungkook isn’t sure, all he knows is that it takes one encouraging tug for you to finally sit on his face. He doesn’t even register the surprised gasp that leaves your throat because he’s too busy tasting your pussy from an all new position. And it’s absolutely amazing. 

Something about the position, having you carefully poised above him, does something to Jungkook. He likes to think he knows your body inside and out, knows what makes you melt and what makes you scream. He knows just how to lap at your cunt until you’re cumming, and how many fingers it takes for you to really feel it. But it’s like having you in this position changes all of that, rearranges all the tidbits of information Jungkook has spent months collecting. 

(Jungkook is a meticulous man; he’s got a near perfect GPA right now that was the direct result of his carefully crafted note-taking techniques. Whether or not he abused the power of his perfectionist learning abilities to master the mechanisms of his girlfriend’s libido was no one's business but his own.) 

One kitten lick against your swollen pearl makes you buck forward, clit brushing against his nose. Jungkook can’t remember you ever doing that on the first lick. “O- oh my—,” you cry, all airy and whiny. Your hand is pressed to the wall behind his bed, the other bunching the front of your skirt just above your mound. He’s rather happy to learn that, just as he’d hypothesized, this position does give him a better view of you. 

He’s graced with the sight of your face, twisted up in pleasure. It’s the stereotypical eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between your teeth look. But there’s something different about it knowing that he’s gotten this reaction out of you with his mouth alone. 

Jungkook quickly repositions you over him, tugging you back until his tongue is lined up with the front of your slit. You’re so warm down here, make him feel like he’s drowning with your heady scent alone. Tentatively, he lets his tongue dip between your folds, the very tip nudging your swollen clit. A moan tears itself from your throat, the hand that had been flush against the wall suddenly jumping forward to bury itself in his hair. “Oh- oh, fuck,” you shiver, hips jolting forward once more. 

You taste good on his tongue, the arousal that coats your lips is sticky and sweet. When he laps his tongue along your folds, quivering hole to stiffened bud, you let out a sob that resonates deeply within Jungkook. And also Jungkook’s cock, which stirs beneath his trousers in excitement. What was once the focus of his mission, a quick handfuck to sedate himself before finishing his research paper, has long since been forgotten. It’s for the greater good, he tells himself, blinking up at you from between your thighs. 

Eye contact lasts for exactly three seconds before you’re looking away bashfully, the fist clutching at your skirt trembling against your tummy. You’re so fucking pretty, Jungkook’s heart can’t take it. 

And so he sets out on a mission to make you cum as soon as possible, abandoning his slow kitten licks in favor of suctioning his lips around your clit. “Kook,” you wail, tugging at his hair. Whether you do it purposely or not, Jungkook is a little shocked by how good the pain feels. It’s not an emotion he can ponder long, because then you’re using that same grip in his hair to tilt his head backwards, jerkily moving over him. 

It’s rough and sudden, the buck against his face, but Jungkook loves it. The drag of your pussy against his lips, the wet glide of your juices smearing across his chin and Cupid’s bow. It all feels so good, and the fact Jungkook is getting a front row seat to the absolutely torn look on your face is just the cherry on top. 

Jungkook has seen you make a lot of faces. He’s seen you shiver and drool as he nails you into your bed. He’s seen you sniffle and sob as he slowly fucks you in a rose petal filled bubble bath (a six month anniversary special planned by yours truly). He’s even seen your mirrored reflection fall apart as you bounced away on his lap in front of a mirror. 

He’s never seen you like this before. 

Needy and desperate, moaning his name softly, practically humping his face in your greed. Tiny skirt clutched against your waist, tits bouncing as you hurriedly grind against him. He has half the mind to burn this scene into his eyelids for the rest of his life. 

He’s given up on doing anything with his tongue, simply sticking it out for you to do as you wish. Normally, he’s not a huge fan of letting you do things yourself. After all, Jungkook was your boyfriend. Making you cum was his job. But you’re moving so fast, so frantic, in your mission to cum. So Jungkook sits back and lets you go to town on his mouth as a series of moans spill from your lips. 

And then something unforgivable happens. 

Jungkook will admit it: he’s staring at you almost a little too dreamily, heart eyes and all. He thinks you’re fucking hot, taste like heaven and have these absolutely delicious boobs bouncing up and down. He’s a little distracted by your glorious figure that he doesn’t notice one crucial bit of information. 

Your hand. 

The desperate need to cum has your muscles weakening, thighs moving at a latent pace, and, much to Jungkook’s horror, hands trembling. It’s your own pleasure that lets the unimaginable happen: your skirt flutters down. Your grip on it loosens and before Jungkook knows it, the sight of your pretty face and nice tits are gone, snatched away before his very eyes. Even your wet cunt is impossible to see, his world suddenly shrouded in darkness. 

Leave it to Jungkook to foil his own horny plan with, well, his horniness. If only he wasn’t so hopelessly in love with the image of you in skirts. Maybe then he could bask in the beauty that was you riding his face. 

He acts fast, reaching for the material before he can miss out on anything. But the angle is weird, and without Jungkook’s hands holding your hips, you’re left weakly rolling forward instead. And he’s not the only one frustrated with this turn of events, your face quickly returning to its normal composed form as you level him with a frown. “Everything okay?” you pant. 

Everything was not okay, but Jungkook isn’t sure how to tell you that without ruining this delicate moment. So he tries to show you with actions instead, releasing the skirt he’s got in his fist and letting it flutter over his face again. You giggle. “I told you so.” 

It takes more willpower than he’d like to admit to pull away from your wet folds, pulling off with a lewd sound that has you biting your lip as you gaze down at him. “I told you so,” he mimics, a little mean but you don’t take it to heart. “Hold your skirt up.” 

You hum, the grip on his hair loosening as you push away his dark locks instead. “Mmmm,” you hum. “No.”

“No?” he repeats, actually really scandalized. Okay, so he’s a little spoiled when it comes to you— it’s not his fault! You made him like this, conditioned him to think that you would always give into his every whim because you were just so sweet and considerate and wanted him to be happy. And Jungkook also wants you to be happy, and in his opinion, being happy right now means having him fuck your pretty brains out for ever getting sassy with him. 

“I don’t listen to men,” you tease, followed by a cute little nod, skin still a little warm from your looming orgasm. Jungkook takes advantage of your tiny moment of weakness, and strikes like a viper.

A girlish squeal leaves your lips, hands stretching outwards as he knocks you backwards onto the mattress. “Jungkook,” you gasp, sprawled out artfully, beautifully, over his sheets now. He doesn’t waste a second longer, crawling over your body until you’re a shivering mess beneath him. 

Hand against your throat, the other blindly reaching for the front of his sweatpants. “What is it, doll?” he drawls meanly, reveling in the way your eyes roll back when his newly-freed cock lands against your slit. A choked gasp leaves your throat, lashes fluttering wildly until Jungkook loosens his grip. 

You’ve done a nice job riling yourself up, lips squelching wet and loose when he runs the tip of his cock along them. Your knees are pulled up for him, spread perfectly for him to fit between. You’re so good for him, Jungkook feels a little bad for how hard he’s going to fuck you now. 

The sympathy doesn’t last long.  

Once upon a time, you had been the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend. Had picked him up from class, encouraged him to do his homework, wore these cute little skirts around campus. Deep down inside, Jungkook knew everyone else was jealous of him— you were just so pretty and cute, a girl straight out of everyone’s dreams. 

Until he sunk his horny claws into you. Jungkook will be the first to admit he spends a little too much time browsing porn sites— he’s a man, cut him some slack —which had never caused him any problems before. Even when the two of you were just friends (pining ones at that), you had never seemed even remotely affected by his extensive pornographical knowledge. It was a known fact among your friend group that Jungkook’s best friend was his right hand. 

But then, of course, you started dating Jungkook and it was like a save file of all his horniest fantasies was downloaded directly into your brain. Which leads him to this. 

“Spit in my mouth,” you shiver, got these huge, watery eyes pointed his way. His cock twitches. 

There’s a little groan that tears itself from his throat when he leans forward, cock sliding along your folds, to grasp your chin between his fingers. “Open,” he commands, and you do. Your lower lip quivers, tongue pressed against it as you wait for Jungkook to spit down your mouth. He can’t say he regrets letting you peek through his porn stash, not when it leads to this, you whimpering at the hot glob of saliva he shoots down your throat. “Filthy,” he pants, memorizing the movement of your throat when you swallow like the good girl you are. 

Before he can write another twelve sonnets about that dazed look on your face, he’s roughly grabbing at your thigh. You whine, limbs so pliant beneath his touch, letting him hike your knee over his forearm as he tugs you closer. “Fuck,” he groans, reaching down to align himself with your quivering hole. You’re still so wet, make the most lewd sound when he sinks into you. Not that Jungkook really hears it, the sound of your strained moans practically drowning everything else out. 

“Fuck,” you cry, one hand clutching at his forearm, the other toying with your breast. It’s a magnificent sight, and Jungkook is suddenly feeling a little cocky when he realizes he’s the only one who gets to see this. It’s this presumptuous nature that fuels the first round of thrusts into your cunt, fast and full. He makes sure you feel every inch of him, tip to base, as he pistons his hips forward. “J— Jungkook,” you pant, back arching beneath him. 

You take it so well, walls sucking him in every time he draws back out. “I’ve got you, doll,” he moans, hiking your leg further over his shoulder. Every roll of his hips has your tits bouncing back and forth, lower lip as well with the dopey, open-mouthed look you got on for him. And the damned skirt that got him here, fucking you with a punishing pace, sits perfectly around your waist. He has half the mind to take it off for you, briefly wonders if it hurts, but just looking at it reminds him of about thirty-seven pornos he’s seen. So it stays on, works alongside your lovestruck face to actively rewrite all those pornos anew with you starring in them instead. 

It sure helps when you start your usual mindless babbling. “I love you,” you gasp, face screwed up in pleasure. “I- I love you so much.” 

He’s contemplating doing a study on you and your weird mid-fuck confessions. You do this a lot, and while Jungkook doesn’t mind, it sure does leave him curious. “Love you too, baby,” he says anyway, repositioning his arms so he can hold your waist with both hands. 

“Really?” you ask, voice so whiny, eyes brimming with tears. From emotion or your need to cum, Jungkooks not sure. (Hence the need for a study!) 

Another brutal thrust that has you moaning loudly. “Really,” he reassures you, glancing down to watch his cock sink into your hole as he picks up the pace. Your arms are practically limbless, and his stomach is beginning to feel tight. The end was soon. “Love your pretty little face.”

Another whine, your fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples. “M- My pretty face?” you whimper, blink these long lashes up at him. They make Jungkook go a little mad, bring on a wave of jackhammer thrusts that cut your moans into choppy little cries instead. 

“Prettiest girl I know,” he groans, not once stopping the movement of his hips. You’re quivering like a leaf beneath him, your entire body locking up as Jungkook guides you toward orgasm. “A fucking doll, baby— so beautiful for me,” he praises. 

It’s exactly what you want to hear— secretly, Jungkook hypothesizes that you’re a little bit of an attention whore —crying out when he slows to a grind against you. Each roll of his hips has him rubbing over your swollen bud, leaves you trembling until you’re eventually unraveling beneath him. “Oh- Oh, fuck— Jungkook—“ you sob, writhing beneath him as you cream his cock. 

Your tits look amazing, nipples stiff from your arousal and all the attention you’d been giving them. Your features soften, gasps framed by your pillowy lips. As Jungkook has said before, your pretty face was the most dangerous weapon. 

He manages a few more pistons of his hips, mostly for reputation sake, before he’s eventually pulling out. His right hand, once the sole hero of his solo sessions, makes a valiant return now as he jacks himself off over you. It takes a few harsh pulls of his cock until he’s spurting his jizz over you, painting your tummy and your tits in white ribbons of cum. You flinch, a tiny whimper leaving your throat at the mess he makes. “Fuck,” he groans one last time. 

When it’s over, you have the audacity to shyly pull down the front of your skirt. As if your tits aren’t out and about, but Jungkook pretends he doesn’t see it. Instead, he channels his energy into peppering your face in kisses. “Best girl,” he praises, even though he knows you hate the nickname. “My beautiful feminist queen.” 

A pinch against his cheek. It hurts like hell, but he endures it for now, still very much in love with your performance today. “Get me a towel,” you huffily ask, uncomfortable with the jizz sticking to your tummy, as if he didn’t spit in your mouth a few minutes ago. 

His research paper is waiting for him at his desk, the materials he’d spent weeks collecting waiting to be typed up. But his girlfriend is so soft and sleepy, asking him to stay for another nap. 

There was never a choice.

Copyright © 2020, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

[mmeowmmeowonao3]

Cowboy and the Dough puncher

teenage cowboy agent whiskey x cook m!reader

3 fic ive ever made, english 3rd language,hotel trivago

disclaimer. i am not a cowboy

also catch the mib ref

You take a summer job as a helper at a chuckwagon, theres a cowboy with a dark hat you meet on the first night.

Will friendship bloom or will he stay as stiff and closed off as he is?

Night one

Chapter one

June 1992 Seymour, Texas 

The bus ride was bumpy, inside it was stuffy and hot but you had never been happier to be in these conditions, because it meant that you would be able to get away from the city and actually see the stars, which had been a wish of yours ever since you could remember.  

You packed away your things all while the bus was pulling to the side of a quiet intersection. 

The bus stop sign coming into the view of your window was dirty and defaced, there was a red truck splattered with mud parked next to it, two men leaned on its hood, one an older man with a clean, cream colored Stetson and the other a much younger one with a dark dirt stained hat. 

You got up and walked through the cramped space between the empty seats, down to the front, thanked the bus driver and exited the dingy bus, welcoming the fresh evening summer air with a deep breath. 

It felt good to stretch your legs, your sneakers felt foreign when the blood started rushing to your feet, you stepped towards the two men, thinking about what exactly you'd say to make a good impression. 

But the younger man cut you to the chase “you're the help? “He sounded disappointed, but you didn’t want to pick a fight on you first hour of your summer job so you held your tounge and replied, “yes”  

He didn’t look too bad, brown short curls, traces of a faint mustache, dirty blue jeans that went over his cowboy boots and a red and blue striped pearl snap shirt. 

The older man spoke “now don’t be rude to the boy, he might just spit in your chow” he shook his head. “fine” the one with the black hat answered “names jack, this is Harold, done, now let's hit the road, I haven't caught a wink of sleep all of last night” he said the last part while opening the passenger side door of the truck." don't mind him ducky, Hes a bit down in the mouth because he expected a woman to step outta the bus" Harold added as he turned to walk to the driver's side. 

“well, that’s just charming isn't it" you spoke to yourself. 

The drive back was quiet and awkward, at least the ac was on. That’s the only good thing you could say about it. These next four months were going to be as boring as watching paint dry. 

When you finally did arrive at the ranch, it was almost midnight and the stars were in view, not satellites or darkness, actual stars. You gawked at them, looking up not paying attention to anything other than them, you bumped into jack “oh, I'm sorry” he looked at you funny and walked away not offering you another word. 

Harold spoke up “don't mind him ace, he'll lighten up” 

“yea” you started “so I wanted to ask- when am I meant to get up? And how exactly will this work? I didn’t really catch all the details when I was on the phone" you continued on. 

“You worry too much tex- you get up at four to help me prep the chow an ingredients for the next day, then we get going at four again the next mornin” harold stated as he walked towards the farm house. 

You didn’t move a muscle- four in the morning? you second guessed what you heard, maybe a summer job helping cook at a chuckwagon wasn’t such a good idea, I mean working as a sous chef you had to get up early but- never this damn early- 

”You thinking about spending the night out here slick?” the much older man interrupted your thoughts. 

“huh?” you felt completely disoriented” Oh no I was just-” you began but harold interrupted you  

“don't like the hours kid?” you hesitated to answer but opened your mouth to speak, but the man spoke up again “c'mon I don’t wanna stay out here all night” you gave up trying to form words and walked beside him. 

The accommodation wasn’t too bad, a carpeted room with a single window on the second floor, with a twin sized bed and a closet, nothing fancy, not that you would have expected it. 

Instead of using your time for much needed sleep you instead took the chance to go out to the porch and watch the sky above you. It was a sight you'd never seen before, pitch black sky sprinkled with white dots everywhere, it made you sad to think theyd fade as the sun rose. 

You noticed jack trudging towards you, he was probably coming from the barn.  

He stopped next to you. 

“they're beautiful aren't they” you stated somberly. 

“what?" jack questioned. 

“The stars” you had replied. 

He looked up “yes, I guess they are” his eyes approaching yours “why? Never looked up before?” he teased. 

Everything quieted down for a moment, the crickets and mosquitos being the only thing heard at this moment. 

You decided to speak up “there's not a lot of reasons to look up in the city, you're always looking infront of you and being careful to not bump into someone” 

He didn’t seem to understand you “well you still need to watch your surroundings round here” you were disappointed “can't go round bumping into people” he added. 

You decided it would be better to talk about something he would understand “how long you been doing this?” 

“a while, I heard you were a gourmet chef?” he was curious. 

“no, I'm afraid you're down on your luck if that’s what you were hoping for, I am a good cook though- a sous chef" your reply puzzled him. 

“sous chef? I aint never heard of that” 

“it's like, head chef- sous chef- you know second in command?” 

“ohh” he finally understood something you said, you felt like you were talking in a foreign language, well more like they were, you didn’t understand most of their accent. 

You couldn’t think much to talk about “i like your hat” you told him. 

“thank you-uh- I don’t think I caught your name” he lifted the brim of his hat. 

“yea its-” 

“Jack!” a man called- probably in this early twenties, “you gonna help out?!” he shouted while hauling up an old tire. 

“ill talk to you later” he stated while running off toward the other man. 

Disappointed and defeated you got up from your chair, you knew you'd see the stars again, and it was time to sleep either way. 

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i will make entries that base on each week you spend with him/skip some boring ones.

@cainbutnotabel

[rainhadaenerys]

Daenerys doesn’t like being treated like a child

For Daenerys Month 2021

Day 3: Personality traits

"Wise child." The knight smiled.

"I am no child," she told him fiercely. Her heels pressed into the sides of her mount, rousing the silver to a gallop. Faster and faster she raced, leaving Jorah and Irri and the others far behind, the warm wind in her hair and the setting sun red on her face. By the time she reached the khalasar, it was dusk. - Daenerys III ADWD

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"I understand that you loved him," Ser Jorah said in a voice thick with despair. "I loved my lady wife once, yet I did not die with her. You are my queen, my sword is yours, but do not ask me to stand aside as you climb on Drogo's pyre. I will not watch you burn."

"Is that what you fear?" Dany kissed him lightly on his broad forehead. "I am not such a child as that, sweet ser." - Daenerys X AGOT

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The godswife thought her a child, but children grow, and children learn. - Daenerys X AGOT

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"All this I know." She took his hands in hers and looked up into his dark suspicious eyes. Sometimes he thinks of me as a child he must protect, and sometimes as a woman he would like to bed, but does he ever truly see me as his queen? "I am not the frightened girl you met in Pentos. I have counted only fifteen name days, true . . . but I am as old as the crones in the dosh khaleen and as young as my dragons, Jorah. I have borne a child, burned a khal, and crossed the red waste and the Dothraki sea. Mine is the blood of the dragon." - Daenerys II ACOK

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That made her smile despite herself. "Oh, I have no doubt of that, ser. I know Illyrio better than you think. I was a child when I left his manse in Pentos to wed my sun-and-stars, but I was neither deaf nor blind. And I am no child now." - Daenerys III ACOK

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Pyat Pree smiled thinly. "The child speaks as sagely as a crone. Take my arm, and let me lead you."

"I am no child." Dany took his arm nonetheless. - Daenerys IV ACOK

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His jaw set stubbornly. "Your path is dangerous, I will not deny that. But if you blindly trust in every liar and schemer who crosses it, you will end as your brothers did."

His obstinacy made her angry. He treats me like some child. "Strong Belwas could not scheme his way to breakfast. And what lies has Arstan Whitebeard told me?" - Daenerys I ASOS

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"Yes, Your Grace," he said unhappily.

"I am not a child," she told him. "I am a queen."

"Yet even queens can err. The Astapori have cheated you, Your Grace. A dragon is worth more than any army. Aegon proved that three hundred years ago, upon the Field of Fire."

"I know what Aegon proved. I mean to prove a few things of my own." - Daenerys III ASOS

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A stillness settled over her camp when midnight came and went. Dany remained in her pavilion with her maids, while Arstan Whitebeard and Strong Belwas kept the guard. The waiting is the hardest part. To sit in her tent with idle hands while her battle was being fought without her made Dany feel half a child again. - Daenerys IV ASOS

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Lord Ghael had a mouth of brown and rotten teeth and the pointed yellow face of a weasel. He also had a gift. "Cleon the Great sends these slippers as a token of his love for Daenerys Stormborn, the Mother of Dragons."

Irri slid the slippers onto Dany's feet. They were gilded leather, decorated with green freshwater pearls. Does the butcher king believe a pair of pretty slippers will win my hand? "King Cleon is most generous. You may thank him for his lovely gift." Lovely, but made for a child. Dany had small feet, yet the pointed slippers mashed her toes together. - Daenerys I ADWD

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"Perhaps your elephants would sooner be nightingales. Instead of sweet song, Meereen's nights would be filled with thunderous trumpetings, and your trees would shatter beneath the weight of great grey birds." Xaro sighed. "Daenerys, my delight, beneath that sweet young breast beats a tender heart … but take counsel from an older, wiser head. Things are not always as they seem. Much that may seem evil can be good. Consider rain."

"Rain?" Does he take me for a fool, or just a child? - Daenerys III ADWD

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"Oftimes I have heard you say that you are only a young girl. To look at you, you still seem half a child, too young and frail to face such trials by yourself. You need a king beside you to help you bear these burdens."

Dany speared a chunk of lamb, took a bite from it, chewed slowly. "Tell me, can this king puff his cheeks up and blow Xaro's galleys back to Qarth? Can he clap his hands and break the siege of Astapor? Can he put food in the bellies of my children and bring peace back to my streets?" - Daenerys IV ADWD

This is a detail of Dany's characterization and a running theme in her story that I find both endearing and interesting. On the one hand, she is the typical teenager who doesn't want to be seen or treated as a child, which is adorable. On the other hand, as a queen, she really can't have people (be it her subjects, her advisors, her allies or her enemies) treating her as a child or thinking of her as a child, so it makes sense that she is constantly trying to establish to people that she is not a child and should not be treated as such.

[ascarimo]

Can you possibly write something spicy with Lando?? Like after his podium maybe.

Hey Anon ❤️ as my requests are currently closed I’ll just post something that I’ve written on my wattpad recently!

A/N: this one shot was requested on Wattpad and is published in my book One Shots IV on my account @ curvaparabolica

WARNINGS: nsfw (unprotected sex)

38. "Ride me baby"

40. "I want you to tell me how good it feels"

After a couple hours of streaming, Lando finally managed to say goodbye and log out of Twitch. He was tired actually and he leaned back in his chair while his computer was updating before it would shut off. Lando looked over at the door as he heard it opening and he stood up to place his headphones on his desk. "Hi," you chirped, standing in the door way in one of his oversized McLaren sweaters, your hair up in a bun. "Hey," Lando replied with a chuckle. "Are you done?" you asked and he nodded, stretching his arms above his head and your eyes briefly glided to the hem of his shirt that rode upwards and exposed a part of his tummy. "Finally though, I was getting tired," Lando yawned next and you smiled at him. You looked at the way the purple, orange, yellow-ish light of his logo lit him up. There were no other lights on in the room and you loved the coloured LEDs on the wall.

"What are you doing here, baby?" Lando asked, looking down at you when you moved further into the room and pushed the door closed behind you. "Enjoying the lights," you simply replied, making his heart beat a little faster. You had called it 'mood lighting' before and you had teased him about, however he couldn't deny that he hadn't thought about getting it on here in his streaming room. No computers, camera's or microphones on of course. "Is your computer shut off?" you asked subtly, folding your hands behind your back while tilting your head as you looked back up at him. "Mhm," Lando hummed, sitting down in his chair again. "Did you have something in mind?" he continues and you slowly nod. You approach him meanwhile and his hands slip onto your thighs under the sweater you were wearing, pulling you into his lap. Lando felt the goosebumps rising on his skin when your hands cupped his cheeks.

Your fingertips traced his cheekbones, admiring the way the toned lights fell onto his skin and gave his feature that slight erotic hint that caused the arousal to rush through your veins. His hands wandered from the back of your thighs over your bum, his palms squeezing the cheeks and pulling you closer towards his crotch. Your back arched lightly when his fingertips traced up your spine, a breath hitching in his throat when noticing the band of your bra was missing on your back, automatically causing him to harden underneath you. One of his hands moves to the side of your face and he pulls you down for a kiss. The connection of your lips spread the warmth through your body. All he wants is your lips on his, your body close, the purpose of the kiss blooming in his chest and the pit of his stomach. Your hips slowly start to roll down on him, his tongue gliding across your lower lip before deepening the kiss.

Your fingers slipped into his curls, tugging on the roots of his strands and it made him elicit a low moan against your mouth. Lando sat up a little more, the kiss became firmer as his hands curled around your waist, pressing against your lower back to keep you close. His lips feel warm and swollen when you part, but only to lean forward and let your lips skim down his broad neck, the perfect canvas to leave your marks on. Remembering he was going to Italy at the end of the week, you sighed softly against his skin, grazing your teeth over his pulse, but leaving behind the love bite you wanted to decorate his neck with. Lando tugged on the sweater on your body, wanting it off. You sat back to fulfill his plead, dragging the soft material over your head and leaving it to fall onto the floor. His eyes had darkened already, his touch soothing when his hands wandered up your blistering hot skin.

"Take it off," you hummed, pulling on the collar of his shirt and it made him chuckle lowly. Lando reached back for his shirt, tugging it over his head in a swift move only boys could. You ran your hands over his muscled arms, making him sigh softly as he enjoyed your touch. Lando looked up at you, bathing in the neon lights on his wall. A smile curled his lips when you flinched slightly as his fingertips tickled your sides, but only to touch your curves and play with the hard pearls of your breasts. You let out a soft moan, a shiver running up your spine when Lando leaned forward to kiss your collarbones, down to the swell of your cleavage. His calloused fingertips on your nipples feel incredibly, sweet sparkles tingling between your legs. Your hands reached for his face again, kissing him once more while his touch continued to drive you into a frenzy. Lando sneaks one of his hands between your thighs, making you gasp when squeezing the flesh, cupping your clothed heat teasingly.

You're distracted by the kiss, his taste of which you can't get enough while Lando pushes your thong aside, two of his digits running through your folds and gathering your slick. You tremble slightly when he brushed them over your swollen clit, your arms curling around his neck. He repeated the action a couple times, but as he noticed that you were soaking, he didn't leave you waiting any longer. Lando's head nuzzled into your neck, his lips pressing against your skin while his fingers opened you up, pushing past your entrance and curling upwards before withdrawin slightly, then doing it again. He loved the way your hips were still grinding a little, but now on his fingers. Lando looked up at you, watching your blissed out expressions while your face was glowing with the sheen layer of sweat and the lights in the room. "You look so hot right now, love," Lando muttered, his teeth finding your shoulder, leaving a gentle mark while you squirmed on top of him.

Lando felt your walls getting slicker with each thrust of his fingers, pulling the moans from your throat. His thumb pressed against your clit, stimulating the nub of nerve endings by drawing endless patterns on it. You whimpered in dismay when he withdrew his fingers from you, looking eagerly how he licked his fingers clean next. Your hand wandered down his abdomen, sneaking into his sweats and passing the waistband of his boxers. Your mouth nearly wattered at the feeling of the veiny skin of his cock, wrapping your palm around his girth while pushing his sweats and his underwear out of the way. Lando's abdomen clenched when you started stroking him, making his hand reach for your face to pull your head down. His lips brushed over yours and you gazed into his hooded eyes. "Ride me, baby," his voice was low, hoarse and you clenched around thin air at solely the thought.

You lifted your hips a little higher, impatience burning through your body by now. You craved the full feeling of him, lustful for his tight grip on your waist and the grunts he'd let out. Lando gnawed his teeth into his lower lip when you start to lower yourself on him. You're hot and your walls construct around him, making you impossibly tight, the feeling of you around him simply divine. The stretch of your walls feels heavenly and you sigh when he's fully sheathed inside of you. His fingers curl around your waist, his fingertips digging into your skin in hope that you'd start moving soon. You lift your hips again, long strokes up and a slow descent, Lando could feel his stomach clenching in excitement. You swivel your hips to your heart's content, sweet whimpers leaving your mouth as you took the time to pleasure yourself on his cock. "I want you to tell me how good it feels," Lando gritted lowly, a moan received in response.

Your head rolls back while his hands hold your waist a little tighter, the roll of your hips causing the crown of his cock to be perfectly angled against your g-spot. "So fucking good," you breathed. Lando felt the warmth building up in his lower abdomen, the coil tightening and about to snap. Your walls were so warm and tight around him and you looked so gorgeous on top of him like that. "F-fuck," he cursed, starting to guide you faster onto his cock, his thumb brushing over your clit causing you to see stars. You hold onto his arms for leverage, your nails digging into his biceps. The sweet, familiar shimmers of your orgasm start to sparkle in the pit of your stomach and your walls clench around him tightly. Lando curses more under his breath, his eyes fixated on the place where your bodies connect over and over again. Your moans become louder, the pitch of your angelic sounds a little higher.

He looks up at you when a cry of his name leaves your lips, your body convulsing on top of him and you tremble into your orgasm that makes you feel fuzzy through your whole body. Lando pushed deeply inside of you before spilling against your inner walls, the feeling prolonging your orgasm while his head nuzzles into your neck. Lando catches his breath and then left soft kisses on your skin. "You were right," he suddenly speaks up, causing your brows to lace together when you lift his face, tracing his jaw with your thumb. "About the lights. They're definitely mood lights," he said and it makes you giggle. "You look so beautiful, you're glowing," Lando continues. "I'm sweating, you mean," you chuckled, but he shakes his head. You winced a little as you tried to get off the chair and he understood that you were sore, which made him lift you up to take you to the bathroom, where you could get cleaned up.

Lando gathered the spilled clothes meanwhile, carrying them while he had the door handle in his hand, reaching for the lightswitch with a grin on his face.

[artificialqueens]

Will You Make Me Believe? 1/? (Group Fic) - Candy Cane

A/N: well folks, ive been working on a new massive project for the past month that i really, really hope yall enjoy!!!<3 for this first chapter, id like to thank Grinder for the beta and Veronica for the cheerleading yall mean so much to me u are both so appreciated 😭😭 i have a few chapters built up so hopefully i can have a semi-normal posting schedule. 

Story Summary: After ten years of the government taking down major cities, the collapse of Chicago is devasting for the Rebellion in New York and the Resistance in Las Vegas. They are trying to fight back, but things get complicated when the leader of the Rebellion disappears. Bob goes looking for her and instead makes two new friends, Kim and Naomi. When the three friends return to New York, they learn that Sasha and Peppermint went off looking for Bob weeks ago. With a new goal in mind, Bob sets out with a team of her most trusted to track down her friends. But there's a much darker truth waiting for them in the Outside. 

  Everything is crumbling to dust around her. Buildings are falling, people are screaming and running, and the sky is pitch black even though it’s supposed to be mid-afternoon. The only thing Kim can hear is the sound of blood rushing in her ears, and she is helpless to the chaos around her. 

  “KIM!” she hears Trixie cry out, a bloodcurdling scream that never fails to strike terror through the very core of her being. 

  Kim runs to where Trixie’s voice is coming from, narrowly avoiding chunks of buildings falling from the sky, but it seems no matter how fast she runs or which corners she turns she cannot find her. 

  “TRIXIE?!” she screams, her heart beating faster and faster the longer it takes to find her friend, “TRIXIE!” 

  “HELP ME! HELP!” Trixie’s wails ring out.

  But Kim can’t find her, because the debris hitting the streets and the screams of all the other people drowns out Trixie’s voice. The sun disappeared, their world crumbles and falls around her, debris crashing into the roads threatens to take her with it, bombs go off like thunder, the smell of smoke overwhelms her, people drop like flies around her with a cacophony of screams and- 

  And she can’t find her best friend. 

  Kim turns another corner in this maze of rubble and bodies. Trixie’s screams start to get louder, so she follows the sound and runs down the nearest path. She runs and she runs and she fucking runs and she-

  She finds Pearl. Her body is mangled and bloodied, impaled on metal beams, skin gray and her eyes are glazed over-

  Present Day, New York City, N.Y.

Kim shoots up in bed, panting heavily and covered in a cold sweat, images still burned into her eyes. She can’t breathe. 

  But there is sunlight streaming in through the window, the bird’s song can be heard, her blanket is big and soft, and Naomi’s light snores fill the room. Kim closes her eyes, making sure not to screw them up too tight, and inhales deeply. She allows the breath to relax every muscle in her body. When she opens her eyes, she can no longer see the destruction of her city, only the tiny bedroom she’s been sharing with Naomi for the last week. 

  She swings her legs over the side of the bed, relishing the feeling of hard linoleum beneath her toes, the chill refreshing her panicked mind. Her dark hair naturally spills over her shoulders in a way that it hasn’t since before Chicago was destroyed, and it has a sheen to it that she hadn’t realized she missed. 

  Kim, careful to not wake Naomi, walks over to the window and leans against it. People are walking around on the sidewalks, children are playing in yards, cars are speeding past each other, and Kim’s heart aches watching it all. All of them are so oblivious to the Outside, they are all living in a bubble, hidden away from the horrors of fallen cities and catching trains that don’t want them. 

  “Again?” Naomi asks gently, startling Kim out of her thoughts.

  Kim looks at Naomi and is immediately taken by how gorgeous she is, even just awoken from sleep. There’s a pensive look on her face, her bonnet is tied neatly, and her tank top is lopsided on her shoulders, but somehow she is the most beautiful person Kim has ever seen. 

  Kim sighs, “…You weren’t there.”

  “I know,” Naomi says sympathetically, “But that doesn’t mean you have to suffer alone, Kim.”

  Kim looks back outside the window, thinking of how just a week ago Naomi, Bob, and herself were climbing a fucking mountain to get here. She can still feel the hot sun on her skin and the strain the climb had on her muscles, it’s something she would rather not redo.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you up,” Kim says instead. She’s not ashamed of the obvious topic change. 

  “I was going to be up soon anyways,” Naomi says, getting out of the bed as she does, “Been a really long fucking time since I could have an uninterrupted eight hours of sleep, my body still isn’t used to being here.”

  Kim hums thoughtfully, watching as a kid trips and falls playing hopscotch, “We’ve only been here a week, I’m pretty sure it’ll take way longer than that before you get used to… this.”

  Naomi giggles softly, her voice music to Kim’s ears, and she comes up behind her to place her chin on Kim’s shoulder, hugging her tight from behind. Kim melts into Naomi’s touch, she’s never felt connected to someone like she has to this girl. Not even Trixie or Pearl, as much as she doesn’t want to admit it. 

  “I guess that makes sense,” Naomi says, her breath tickling Kim’s ear.

  Kim rolls her eyes, “You guess?” 

  “I wish things could move quicker, ever since we got here I’ve felt constantly exhausted,” Naomi complains, “That never used to happen before.”

  Kim just smiles and shakes her head fondly, she could never get tired of listening to this woman speak. They stay like that for several minutes, just holding each other and people watching. Kim wishes they could stay like this forever, fuck everything else. 

  There’s a knock on the bedroom door, and they both jump at the sudden sound. Awkwardly, Kim pulls away from Naomi, unable to keep a blush off her cheeks.

  “Who is it?” Naomi asks, pointedly not looking Kim in her eyes. 

  “It’s Bob,” the woman calls from the other side of the door, voice full of annoyance.

  Naomi lets out a sigh of relief, “Come in.”

  Bob opens the door and slips inside the small room, making sure to close it behind her. 

  “We need to talk,” Bob says, stress painted on her face. 

  It seems ever since the three of them made it to New York, all they’ve done is talk. Kim is starting to get tired of it, reliving the last two months every single day has been draining her completely. She wishes they could’ve pretended nothing happened when they got here, but people are missing, good people who want to help change the way things are, just like she does. 

  Kim shares a worried look with Naomi, who seems to be equally as stressed, “About…?”

  Bob inhales deeply, “Chicago.”

  Kim tenses up, flashes of dust and debris flashing across her vision, “What about it?” 

  “We’ve managed to track down Sasha and Peppermint to the Chicago area, and… we don’t know how much of it is left, Kim,” Bob explains, her mental exhaustion evident, “But you do.”

                                                                     ~*~

  9 Weeks, 2 Days Earlier Chicago, I.L.

“Hey, hey! Wake up!”

  Kim was roused from unconsciousness, hands violently shaking her shoulders. Blearily, Kim peeled her eyes open, despite her eyelids feeling like they weighed a million pounds. Pearl was kneeling down in front of her, and even in total darkness, Kim could see her blonde hair was covered in dirt and she had tear tracks streaming down her face. The city alarms whirring in the distance made Kim wince, but she held eye contact with Pearl, unsure of what else to do. 

  Kims spoke despite the fact her mouth felt as dry as a desert, “Wha… What’s happening?

  “Don’t panic, okay?” Pearl said, then she grabbed Kim’s arms to help her friend sit up. 

  Kim looked around them with horror as realization slowly seeped in. They were in a tiny cavern- Except that wasn’t right, because there were no cave systems in Chicago. She was just out on the street with Pearl, Trixie, and Shea, right? Now they were somewhere dark, cold, and cramped. She was sitting on dirt, and rubble was surrounding them. 

  Memories flooded into her mind. They had been out on the town for their usual dinner and a show, a Friday night tradition that began a year ago after the four friends had a particularly rough week. None of them had been expecting this, although maybe they should have.

  First came the alarms, loud and dizzying, they effectively froze the four girls in their spots. The bombs began going off just minutes later. She only knew they were bombs because she had heard the sound in video games before. Then buildings started to crumble, and chunks of the city fell down onto the people it was supposed to support and protect. At that point, people around them started screaming and started running. Finally, she was able to start moving too, her friends on her heels. Every step she took she could feel the earth quaking beneath her, and that was when Kim knew that they were well and truly fucked. 

  “Why would I?” Kim asked, tone dripping with sarcasm, “Can’t see a reason for that.” 

  Shea, who was roughly a yard away from her turned to give Kim a sour look, “Now is not the fucking time.”

  Kim didn’t hear her though, instead, all she saw was Shea cradling Trixie’s limp body. Without a second thought, Kim attempted to move from her spot. She was stopped by an excruciating pain shooting up her leg, which resulted in an uncontrollable scream. Kim fell backward, panting heavily from the agony and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. 

  “Shit- I thought you fucking knew about that!” Pearl said. She wrapped her arms around Kim’s shoulders to bring her to a sitting position again, her grip was almost too tight but Kim welcomed the distraction from the pain in her leg. 

  “No idea,” Kim gasped out, eyes screwed up tightly.

  She pressed her face into Pearl’s chest, crying silently and confused as all fuck about what happened to all of them. The pain was unbearable, and she knew that if she looked at her friends she would just see pity, which was somehow worse. Instead, Kim raised her head and looked down at her leg, and it became incredibly obvious what was wrong with her. 

  Blood was running down her shin and all down her foot, and when she tilted her head she could see the gash it poured from. Kim pushed down the dread building in her stomach, she looked away from her injury and opted to look at Shea instead. The woman wore an ill expression, her eyes stuck on Kim’s injury, but Kim knew Shea was the only one who could do what needed to be done. 

  “Shea- Shea,” Kim demanded until her friend looked her in her eyes, “You have to-to listen to me closely, okay?”

  Shea nodded shakily, “What do you need?”

  “I need to know if Trixie is alive, Shea,” Kim said.

  “She’s alive, she has to be alive,” Shea choked out, pulling their friend closer. 

  Kim blinked back tears, “You don’t know for sure?” 

  “I- I don’t-”

  “Shea.”

  Finally, the woman nodded and laid Trixie down on the soft dirt. Kim and Pearl watched with bated breath as Shea felt Trixie’s neck for a pulse. All Kim could think at the moment was that Trixie had better fucking be alive, or she would bring the blonde bitch back just to kill her again for doing that to her. 

  Then Shea looked up at the other two with bright, excited eyes, “I feel something! She has a pulse, she’s definitely alive!” 

  “Holy fucking shit,” Pearl sobbed out.

  Kim closed her eyes and counted her blessings, “Okay, okay. Is she hurt?”

  Shea quickly gave Trixie a once over and shook her head, “She’s just out cold.”

  “Wish that were me, lucky bitch,” Pearl muttered.

  Kim ignored Pearl, though she understood the sentiment, “Alright, are you hurt?”

  “I’m fine- Well, as fine as I can be,” Shea said, sitting back on her heels.

  Kim nodded, “Okay, and Pearl? What about you?” 

  “My arms are all scraped up,” Pearl said, then after a pause she added, “My sides hurt really bad, too.” 

  Kim frowned, that was two injuries, one unconscious friend, and three people pumped full of adrenaline that would wear off sooner than any of them would have liked. She was scared. She wanted to lay down and sleep, and pray that when she woke up her city would be saved, Trixie would be awake, and all of this could just be a bad dream. But she knew that if they didn’t get out of here soon things would be ten times more difficult. 

  “What supplies do we have?” Kim asked.

  Shea rubbed her face roughly with her hands, obviously stressed, “I don’t know! Whatever we fell down here with?” 

  “That includes our bags, right?”

  Pearl sighed, defeated, “So a bunch of credit cards, lipstick, and hand sanitizer. Perfect.” 

  Shea gasped, “Hand sanitizer! Of course!”

  “What?” Pearl asked, unconsciously pulling Kim closer.

  “We have to clean out her leg,” Shea said, getting up to go look for their scattered items. 

  “And what about bandages? We clean it and then what?” Pearl said, gently helping Kim lean against the wall of dirt so she could help Shea look around. 

  Kim grimaced, “We can tear some of the fabric off my skirt.”

  Shea and Pearl shared a look of surprise. Both seemed nervous at the suggestion, they knew how excited she was when she first found the skirt, but all Kim cared about was getting the four of them out of… wherever they were. Clothes could be replaced, their lives couldn’t.

  “You sure?” Shea asked as she bent down to grab one of their purses. 

  It was Trixie’s, Kim could recognize that hot pink monstrosity anywhere, even when it was covered in dirt. At least the zipper was closed. Hopefully, that meant all the hand sanitizer Trixie was obsessed with carrying around with her was still in there. 

  “Of course I’m sure,” Kim bit back, the pain getting worse by the second. 

  Shea knelt down beside Kim and opened the purse, grinning victoriously when she found what she was looking for. Pearl meanwhile was sorting through Kim’s handbag, a much larger purse that Pearl liked to refer to as the “mom bag,” and she pulled out the small pair of thread scissors Kim kept in case of emergencies. She never expected this to be the kind of emergency she would need those scissors for. 

  Pearl looked at Kim as she shakily grabbed the hem of her skirt, “An inch in width, right?”

  “Right, if we need more we can just cut more,” Kim said with a firm nod.

  Shea helped Kim stand up so that Pearl could cut all the way around the skirt, which was probably more painful than the injury itself. Once she was standing, Pearl made quick work of the garment, despite shaking like a leaf. Kim leaned heavily on Shea the whole time and kept her gaze fixated on Trixie, who was still passed out. She wished Trixie was awake, if only to have comfort from her best friend.

  After Kim was sitting back down again with her back propped up against the wall of compacted debris, Pearl soaked the strip of fabric in sanitizer and wrapped it tightly around the cut, which apparently went all the way down to the bottom of Kim’s foot. The alcohol burned against the open wound, but it was better than nothing. At least her chances of dying from infection were lowered significantly. She would still be of use to her friends. 

  Then Trixie started moving. Slowly she sat up, eyes wide and wild with confusion as she took in their surroundings. 

  “Trix,” Kim breathed out.

  Trixie locked eyes with her and screamed.

                                                                      ~*~

  Present Day, New York City, N.Y.

  “There’s nothing left of Chicago, I already told both of you that,” Kim says, frustration prominent in her tone.

  Bob sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, “I saw the outskirts, I know it’s not totally flattened.”

  “It may as well be,” Kim argues, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

  Naomi glances at Bob with a terrified expression, “Are you sure they’re in Chicago?”

  “It’s our only lead,” Bob says quietly, “I’m going to have to go back for them.”

  Kim snaps her head up to look at her friend, “What?!”

  “I can’t let them die out there thinking they are looking for me-”

  “I don’t care! You will die this time!”

  “How? How do you know that, Kim? Because so far you have a lot of warnings without a lot of reason!” 

  “I know because my friends are dead, Bob,” Kim finally says, tears welling up in her eyes. 

  She looks down at her hands, and for a second she sees dirt, ash, and blood on them, then blinks rapidly to snap herself out of it.

  Naomi gasps softly, “Kim…”

  The tension in the air, once palpable, melts away at her admission of guilt. There’s a new quiet between the three women, and Kim hangs her head, refusing to look the other two in the eyes. She never wanted them to know, but she didn’t have a choice. She needs them to understand her. 

  “...Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Bob asks, sitting down beside Kim and placing her hand on her shoulder. 

  Kim stares at her hands, “Well, like most people, I don’t really like talking about my dead friends or that they’re dead because of me.”

  Naomi scoffs and sits down on Kim’s other side, “You know what she means.”

  “Yeah, I do,” Kim agrees softly.

  They’re all silent for a few, long moments, simply relishing each other’s company. When Kim first found them all those weeks ago, she never expected to wind up being so fucking attached to them. She wouldn’t be alive without them, that much is certain. She would still be at that train station, waiting on a savior that would never arrive. 

  Bob finally speaks up again, “I’m not asking either of you to come with me, you know.”

  Naomi smiles at her, “You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you go alone.”

  As much as Kim doesn’t want to go back, it would kill her if something happened to them out there and she wasn’t there to stop it. She’s lost so much already, she cannot lose Naomi and Bob, too. She won’t allow it. 

  “I’ve already saved both your asses twice, what’s one more?” Kim says, smiling when Naomi leans her head on her shoulder. 

  Bob grabs her hand tightly. Kim hopes they don’t regret this in a month, or even a week. It’s a stupid idea, all three of them know it, but it doesn’t change anything. After everything Bob has done for her, she owes her friend this favor. 

[wri0thesley]

hii would j like to say that ive been reading your works since ive got into jjba (around last june) and i absolutely adore your works ♡ you are also incredibly friendly n interactive w all your readers and i rly love how approachable you are! anyway ive been having dio brainrot as of late (ehe) especially sdc dio~ i just want to cockwarm and be spoiled by him, because he absolutely seems like the type to treat his favorite pet with such love and care.. and thinking about my squishy body against his toned and muscular one really gets my gears grinding LMAOOO thank you so much for allowing people to brainrot in your ask box!! i hope you have a good day~

cooling solution - reader x dio (1.7k)

nsfw! afab reader, neutral pronouns. cock-warming, reader is dio’s pet. slight belly bulge. dub-con if you squint but reader is implied to be into it/a willing participant in their status as dio’s pet.

your lord presents a solution to the humid night-time air of egypt.

Lord Dio’s big hand rests gently on the top of your head, fingers petting your hair. You’re kneeling by him, your cheek pressed to his knee, relishing in where he’s all over cool skin in the sticky heat of Cairo. You are wearing very little, by his choice – but still, in a place like this, with someone (something?) like him beside you, even those are too close and uncomfortable.

You sigh, shifting, leaning more into the touch – and Dio chuckles, very low.

“Is something wrong, little morsel?”

Is something wrong? The answer is both yes and no; it’s wrong that you’re not on your Lord’s lap, that you’re not pleasing him, that it’s so hot and sticky and that you’re uncomfortable where you are. But on the other hand . . . nothing is wrong. Not when your Lord Dio is beside you, gifting you with his presence, touching you even in the smallest amount.

“N-no,” you say, after a moment, your voice very soft. “Only--”

“Hmm?” The hand on your head moves, stroking over the soft curve of your cheek to prick his nail into your chin and tip your face up. Your eyes meet his, golden and indulgent – he is always indulgent of you. You are his pampered little pet, and whilst some other occupants of the mansion may rush about and twist their faces into grimace and do all kinds of little chores and odd jobs, your only purpose is to please and amuse Lord Dio.

It is a purpose that you fulfil with great relish.

“You can tell me,” he says, voice soft velvet, comforting like an embrace. “I’ll do anything I can to make you more comfortable, pet.”

The caress of his voice on the soft, fond name makes you press your thighs together in need, reminding you of all of the other times he’s whispered sweet things to you when his fingers or cock have been buried to the hilt inside of you and he’s brought you past your peak over and over again, benevolent in giving you pleasure for he knows that at the end of the night it will be him who has the final gratification.

“It’s just . . . warm,” you say, your cheeks flushing even hotter.

Dio’s golden eyes stay locked on you, but you see the corners crinkle with mirth, the lightest tilt of his carefully painted lips. You are permitted to do that for him, sometimes – your face close to his, your teeth biting into your bottom lip in concentration as you coat every contour of his mouth.

“Oh,” he says. His fingertips move from your chin to brush over your neck, your collarbone – you lean into the touch instinctually again, both because of who it is before you and to chase the coldness of his undead, alabaster skin. “I can help with that, can’t I?”

“I-I would never dream of asking you, my Lord,” you whisper, your eyes widening in case he takes your carefully worded complaint against the air of Egypt as a complaint against him. He’s amused by your attempt; the hand jangling with thick golden bangles moves to grip your upper arm.

“You need not be afraid to make requests of me when I have so much I can give you,” he says, and the words send another bolt of heat through you as he uses his strength to tug you up. “I know that you’re aware my devotion to you comes at the price of your obedience – and I know, too, that you’re a well-trained little pet, hmm?”

“Y-yes, my Lord.”

Your feet are warm on the stone beneath them. The candlelight plays tricks on your body and coverings, showing the curves of your form beneath the sheer, expensive fabrics. Dio’s eyes drink in every inch of you with pleasure that he does not even attempt to hide.

That’s what you are there for, after all – not just a pretty, obedient little pet, but a treasure and an ornament he can enjoy looking at in whichever ways he pleases. If he asked you to rip out your own heart and hold it for him so he may see it, you would stand stock-still as a statue until your last breath forced you to the ground.

“Good,” he’s amused, still. “I see how you bend into my touch. Is my skin a comfort to you, little morsel?”

You nod, biting your lip again. You know what Dio is – you know his skin is marble-cool and chiselled because he is not alive. You ought to be afraid of him, perhaps – but you are hypnotised by his pretty words and the his power, the flex of his muscle when he holds you against him, the whispers of what kind of world he will make for himself and how he wants to have you by his side on your knees always.

“Cool?” He asks, humming, as they brush again over your heated cheeks. “Do you think, perhaps, you would be contented to nestle against me on my lap?”

You sigh at the thought of it – cheek against his chest, big arms and hands holding you in place, the coldness of his skin like a soothing balm.

“I would be honoured, my Lord.”

“Good pet,” He says, and he brushes his thumb over your lips. You open your mouth without thinking, and are rewarded with an emerald-tinted smirk. “Just one condition, yes? I know you’ll be anxious to please me.”

“Of course,” you say, wide-eyed.

Lazily, he reaches for his lower half, fingers expertly undoing the buttons and catches of his complicated outfit. Your mouth goes dry as he pulls out his cock without fanfare, and you see he is already hard. Your body gives another full-length throb that you feel pounding inside you like a heartbeat – you are intimately familiar with this part of Dio’s anatomy. You know what he likes, how he feels, the twitch of it inside you – all by heart.

“You say you’re hot, hmm? The air . . . oppressive. Skin sticky.” Those eyes rake all over you again, and you know he must see the beading of sweat on your forehead, the way your hands dig into palms – the glaze of your eyes as you watch him languidly wrap his big fingers around his cock, pumping the shaft. The slick noise makes your toes curl and your heart skip a beat. “I, however . . . I find myself rather cold, tonight.”

“I’m sorry, my Lord,” you say, through the dryness in your throat. You can barely think. Lord Dio has trained you to see his cock and want nothing more than to have it inside you by any means necessary. “M-may I be of any assistance?”

“Oh, good pet,” he breathes, rubbing his thumb over the tip, where his slit is beading shining pre-come. Your servile devotion, the deferential compliance . . . nothing quite hits him in the same way. “I rather think you might be. Come here.”

He crooks his finger to you, petting his knee with the hand not currently wrapped around his leaking cock. You are smaller than him – as anybody is – and it takes you a moment to manage to perch there. You can already feel the coolness of his thigh leaking through, comforting the warmth of your flesh.

“You won’t need these, hmm?” He hooks a finger into one piece of the fabric that’s covering your body, and lets it flutter to the floor, baring your form to his hungry eyes. You feel radiant under his gaze – at once unworthy, and worshipped. It’s a heady rush, knowing that he’s looking at you and wanting you. There is nothing that quite compares to knowing you are wanted by a God.

You eagerly bend into how he wants you, spreading your thighs wide, straddling him as best you can though the muscle that clings to every line of his body means your legs are stretched in a ‘v’ that is almost painful.

Dio chuckles at you, bringing a hand up to cup your sex. You start at the cool fingers on the very hottest part of you, where you are all slickness and fire. His thumb and forefinger open the plump lips of your labia so he can drink in the sight of you – the swollen nub of your clit, nestled like a pearl in an oyster. The pulsating ring of your entrance, so hungry for something inside of it – and so small that every time Dio looks at it, he wonders how you manage to take him so well.

“You want me too,” he says, and it is not a question but you nod your head frantically even so. The way that he is studying you like a beautiful piece of art is serving to do nothing but make you feel needier to press your body against him in its entirety. How could anyone not want him?

“You’re sweet,” he tells you – and then, he moves his hips just so and the tip of his cock catches against your entrance. Your fingers flex onto his shoulders immediately, by instinct – the ache and stretch of yourself around him momentarily all-consuming. He lets out a soft laugh. “You can hold on,” he murmurs, all soft, as he continues inexorably sheathing himself inside of you, inch by glorious inch. You’re slick from both sweat and desire (Dio could say your name across a crowded room and your body, you know, would react) – but that does not stop the fact that his cock could break you in half, if he wanted it to.

“M-my Lord,” you say, breathlessly, syllables forming and breaking in your throat. “S-so big--”

“Mm,” he says, another torturous inch sinking inside you. “And you, so small and soft . . .”

Your cheeks heat up under the way he says ‘soft’, the rub of his thumb over the plush of your thighs. You are all softness against him indeed – his own stiff body, all cold strength and sinew, in direct opposition to you. Dio never seems to be able to get enough of your body even so; claws and mouth and cock brushing against you, murmuring sweet things, holding and squeezing and enjoying the sight of fingers sinking into flesh.

He hilts his cock inside you, the hand on your thigh once more moving to gently push on your stomach, where his cock is distending the flesh slightly. There’s a smug undercurrent to the way he does it – reacting with unhidden amusement at the little jerk of pleasure you give, to feel him so fully buried inside you.

“You may rest against me,” he tells you – and you do not need to be told again. You shift awkwardly, the feel of his cock inside you not exactly alien, but uncomfortable when you wish to press your cheek against his chest and wrap your arms about his neck in order to feel his cool flesh give you some relief. Dio sighs as you do so, relaxing back into the chair. “There. Now . . . hmm. I have other things to attend to. Pretty thing, You’ll be good and stay here keeping my cock warm, won’t you?”

He does not need to wait for the whisper of assent that you breathe against the scar on his neck. He knows exactly what your answer will be.

[nyctophilin]

Fake Affection | III

Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Epilogue

Description: Han Jisung has been rejected by the girl he likes one to many times. He decides that he has had enough and is set on making her want him back. What could possibly make her want him more than seeing him with her rival after she boldly assumed he can’t find anyone better. That way Jisung and Y/N are stuck in a fake relationship until Jisung’s crush falls for him. Or he falls for someone else.

All rights reserved © nyctophilin 2020. Re-posting, copying and translating any of my works is prohibited.

Pairing: Han x fem!Reader, Hyunjin x fem!Reader

Word count: 5.1k

Genre: College!AU, Fake dating!AU, Angst, Fluff, eventual Smut

Warnings: swearing, mild groping, mild violence

Pearl note -> This got long. Yeah, things got interesting in this part. :)) Also, I realized I forgot to add something so I had to come back last minute and edit it. Yeah, sorry for the delay. :/ I hope y’all enjoy it! Feedback is very much appreciated.

      The sun was shining brightly despite it being almost 6 PM. The temperature outside reached unusually high numbers for that time of the year, and Y/N decided to take advantage of that. Dressed in a forest green spring dress that reached her mid-thighs and offered a modest view of her cleavage, she was waiting for Jisung in front of her apartment complex. The dress she was wearing had short sleeves, but she decided not to take any jackets with her thanks to the weather forecast that predicted the temperatures to be high until later in the night.

      She was clutching the strap of her purse tightly and impatiently checking the time on her phone every few minutes. It has been such a long time since she went on a date. Just because she was going there to make Mina jealous didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun. What better way to convince the other girl that she missed on a lot of fun than have fun?

      Coming from the left side, she heard the sound of an engine approaching. Soon, a black Range Rover came to a gradual stop right in front of her, the front wheel almost climbing the sidewalk. From inside the car, Jisung gestured her to get in. She opened the door and climbed in, placing her purse over her knees before fastening her seatbelt.

      Without much of a word, Jisung turned the steering wheel and started driving to a destination unknown to Y/N.

      “I didn’t know you had a car.” She spoke, trying to get rid of the awkward atmosphere.

      Jisung threw her a look before concentrating on the road again.

      “It’s Chan’s. He let me borrow it for today.” A long sigh left his mouth. “After a long talk where he told me that if I hurt his baby, I’m dead.”

      Y/N let out a chuckle, and Jisung smiled as well, as the memory of the silly conversation he had with the older man flooded his mind. Another minute passed, and the silence in the car was being filled by the pop music coming from the radio.

      “You look pretty!” Jisung complimented, stealing another glance at her.

      A bright smile invaded her facial features at his words. 

      “Thank you! I didn’t know where we were going, but I figured a dress would be appropriate for many activities.” She chirped, the tiniest bit of excitement rolling off her tongue.

      “What if we are going hiking?” Jisung said, and a smirk appeared on his face when he noticed her rolling her eyes from the corner of his eye.

      “Then you can turn the car. I’m not coming!” Y/N crossed her hands under her chest and her mouth formed into a small pout.

      “I’m joking. We are going to an outdoor cinema.”

      She gave him a side look and raised an eyebrow.

      “No offence, but how do you know when outdoor cinemas are happening? They don’t seem…” She eyes him up and down on the driver’s seat. “...your style.”

      Jisung resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her comment. After a moment of silence, he sighed silently accepting her words.

      “Mina told me about it three weeks ago. She said it was a rom-com she really wanted to see. We planned to go together.” He explained taking a right turn.

      “Then how do you know if she’s going to come if you planned to go together. I don’t know if you realised, but you are supposed to be dating me, and she’s dating no one. Girls don’t usually go to this kind of thing without a boyfriend or a potential one.”

      “There’s this guy from Theatre and Film that she used to hook up with when I wasn’t around. I know from someone that they are coming together.” 

      Y/N let a pitiful smile involuntarily invade her features. It was kind of pathetic how he knew about her whereabouts and still didn’t say anything. She understood that they weren’t together, but they were heavily flirting and behaving like a couple, hence why she and a lot of other people thought they were actually in a relationship.

      She let her teeth sink in the flesh of her bottom lip holding back from telling him a piece of her mind. He was old enough. He knew what he was doing. Or at least she hoped he did.

      The rest of the way to the outdoor cinema was spent in silence. The only audible sounds being the radio and Jisung’s soft humming from time to time. When they reached, their destination Y/N got out of the car and let Jisung find a parking spot somewhere further away from the location of the cinema due to the parking there overflowing with vehicles.

      Checking her phone, she noticed the time indicating 7:17 PM, and only then she realised how much time they spent in the car. Walking lazily on the pathway to where space was designated for blankets and chairs she saw a sea of people. Maybe not really a sea but there were enough people to fill two of the auditorium in their university.

      For a second she thought she'd lay out the blanket, but then she remembered the only thing she had on her was her purse. On top of that, they needed to ‘accidentally’ bump into Mina and her date and hope they end up sitting next to each other.

      Just as she was thinking about that a squeal deafened her and a pair of delicate arms wrapped around her. When the girl let go of her, and she met Mina’s face, she grimaced, but she regained her composure fast. She smiled at her and her date, a guy she had seen occasionally in some of her classes.

      “What a coincidence you are here!” Mina’s fake excitement was pissing her off. Coincidence her ass. Y/N was sure she knew they were going to be there.

      “Yeah, what a small world.” She gave the two a visibly fake smile and prayed for Jisung to hurry.

      “Are you alone?” The girl asked, moving her head in different directions as if she was looking for the person she came with.

      “No. I actually came with Jisung.” As if on cue Jisung appeared from behind the two, a blanket in hand.

      “Are you looking for me, princess?” A jolt of surprise went through her at the new nickname he used, but she didn’t let it show.

      Observing the angry expression on Mina’s face at his words, she figured that was how he used to call her before they broke up whatever they had going on. She surpassed a smirk from painting her lips.

      “Mhhm.” She extended her hand, which he gladly held and went in for a short kiss. “Look who I found. Isn’t it lovely seeing your friends here?” She sarcastically said, smiling up at him.

      “You guys should come sit with us!” Mina’s date said, and a victorious smile spread across her face.

      “We’ll love to if that is okay with Mina, of course. We wouldn’t wanna disrupt you!” Y/N faked concern and gave Mina doe eyes.

      Mina’s jaw slightly clenched before immediately relaxing and letting out a forced giggle.

      “Of course you can. Why wouldn’t I be okay with that?”

      After that, the four of them went and found a place at the back of the crowd where they could sit. It wasn’t exactly the back of the crowd since there were some more people behind them, but they were reasonably behind. 

      Jisung spread the blanket on the fluffy grass, and Mina’s date, whose name she found out was Jay, did the same as Jisung. Their blankets were almost touching, the distance between them millimetric. 

      There were still 20 minutes before the movie was supposed to start. They sat down on the blankets, and Y/N stretched her legs, finally relaxing for not having to stand on the platform shoes she was wearing.

      “So, are you guys dating or…” Jay asked, fixing his body position so he could see them better.

      Y/N rolled her eyes at his question. The guy wasn’t the best at reading the room.

      “Of course we are. Why would we be here together if we weren’t?” Annoyance was dripping off her tongue. She only wanted to relax for a bit before having to spend two hours watching some boring rom-com.

      “Oh…” His voice sounded almost disappointed as his gaze lingered a second too long on her exposed legs. “Mina and I are not a couple. And since she and Jisung have had a thing before, I thought...” He bit his bottom lip while looking at her thighs that were pretty much bare thanks to her dress riding up when she sat down. “Never mind!” 

      Y/N shifted uncomfortably and placed her hands on her thighs in an attempt to cover them even a little. Mina wasn’t aware of her date’s actions as her eyes were concentrated on Jisung and on the way he looked under the golden rays of the sun that was preparing to set.

      Jisung, however, was burning holes with his eyes into the other man’s head. Upon seeing him biting his lip while looking at Y/N in a less than appropriate way, he felt an unexplainable feeling of rage penetrate his body. What he wanted to do at that moment was to get up and punch that pig into next week for daring to look at her like that. But he kept his composure and decided not to make a big deal out of it. 

      There was literally no reason for him to get that angry. Besides the apparent reason that it made her uncomfortable and he shouldn’t allow something like that, especially when he is playing her boyfriend. But the sudden feeling to rip his head off filled him with turmoil.

      Jisung decided to ignore it for now, and he took his jacket off and placed it over her legs. Her head shot in his direction, confusion and at the same time relief present in her eyes.

      “What is that?” She asked, trying to act unaffected by Jay’s actions.

      “I just thought you might sit more comfortably with this over your legs. It stops unwanted attention.” He subtly glared at Jay, but he didn’t seem to pay him any mind as his eyes were now fixed on Mina’s chest.

      “Thank you!” She said, bringing the jacket further up to cover her thighs better.

      Jisung inched just a little bit closer to her and cupped her face. Placing his lips on hers, he forcefully pushed his tongue in her mouth, taking her by surprise. He made sure their heads were positioned in such a way that the two on the blanket next to them will be able to see the exchange of their mouths. 

      Mina was watching Jisung drag his tongue inside Y/N’s mouth, his eyes closed in satisfaction. The exchange wasn’t rushed, and the way his thumb would caress her cheek so gently had her bursting with jealousy. Jisung had never kissed her like that. Their kisses were always rushed and sloppy, driven by sexual needs.

      When she first heard about their little relationship, she laughed. She thought it was some kind of stupid joke. But then she saw how they behaved. The kisses, the hugs, the hand holding, how he would always have a hand around her shoulders. In the three days, they dated he showed Y/N more love than he showed her in a year and a half.

      Her initial plan was to tease him a little bit, then finally accept to be his girlfriend. She didn’t think he'd go and find himself a girlfriend. And especially not her. From all the people he could choose it had to be her. Looking at them now, Mina regretted her decision.

      Jisung broke the kiss and looked into her fluttering eyes before placing a peck on her nose. Y/N was sitting there dizzy from everything that happened. His sudden boldness left her speechless and burning hot from the embarrassment of being seen doing something like that.

      She wanted to question him. Ask him why he suddenly did something like that. However, a loud sound erupted from the speakers surrounding them, signaling the start of the movie. So she focused her vision on the big cloth in front of her and decided to ignore it.

      She shivered discreetly as a wave of cold hit her body. The movie was only half done, and with the midnight approaching slowly, a chilly air adorned their surroundings. The weather forecast predicted high temperatures, but at that moment she was far away from her city, and so the weather was different.

      Y/N rubbed one of her arms with her hand, regretting not taking a jacket with her just in case something like that was to happen. From the corner of his eye, Jisung noticed her actions, and he leaned in close to her to whisper in her ear.

      “Hey, are you ok?” His hot breath on her ear made the hair at the back of her neck stand up.

      “Yeah, I’m just a little bit cold. I’ll be fine!” She whispered back giving him reassuring eyes.

      Jisung thought for a second of what he could do. He didn’t have another jacket, and he didn’t want her to uncover her legs. At least not when Jay was around. An idea finally struck him, and he softly called her name, catching her attention again.

      When she turned to look at him, he tapped the space between his spread legs. Y/N raised an eyebrow at his gesture.

      “What does that mean?” She sounded a little bit annoyed.

      “Come sit here. I’ll cuddle you so you won’t be cold anymore.” Y/N threw him a weirded out look. “We are ‘dating’. No one will find it weird. Or you could just stay there and freeze to death.” The man explained his voice a little bit louder than before.

      She pondered his offer for a bit before getting up and making her way between his legs. She let herself fall backwards until her back hit his chest softly. Jisung put his arms around her, and warmth started enveloping her almost instantly. Y/N let out a purr at the newfound comfort, and her eyes shot open at the realisation of what she just did.

      “Hey, don’t get too comfortable, you hear me? I’m doing this just because Mina might be watching.” She warned, her voice stern hoping he missed her last action.

      Jisung rolled his eyes but decided not to bring up the sound she just let out. For now, he just wanted to enjoy the newfound proximity. Only so they can make Mina jealous. Right?

      They sat like that, none of them daring to move. For some reason, Jisung found the position really comfortable. A few days prior at the start of their relationship he found skinship really awkward but now it wasn’t like that anymore. It felt almost natural. Like they have been doing it for a long time.

      Some more time passed, but Jisung wasn’t sure how much. The movie was approaching its climax, and the man felt bored out of his mind. Was it really worth going through that only to get his dick wet? But then he remembered who he was doing it for. He was doing it so he and Mina, the girl who he has been in love with for the longest time, could finally be together. And when it happens, he will be able to slide his hand through her silky hair, and feel her smooth skin and kiss her soft lips without having to call it a friendly gesture.

      His trail of thoughts was interrupted by a quiet mumbling coming from Y/N. Her voice was so small that Jisung couldn’t hear her.

      “What?” He leaned his head down in order to hear her when she talks.

      For a minute, there was silence. Thinking that she didn’t hear him, Jisung wanted to repeat the question when a puff of air left her mouth. Right after, she turned slightly to the side, pushing her head more against his chest, and that is when he realised that she fell asleep.

      An involuntary smile tugged at his lips, and his heart started beating faster. He couldn’t explain why he was so happy about it. It was going to be a pain in the ass. Having to wake her up and wait for her to recover from her dazed form. They were going to be the last ones to leave after the movie was over.

      A whistle-like noise left Y/N’s nose when she expired the cold air of the night, and his smile turned into a grin. Jisung moved a few strands of hair from her face before wrapping his hands better around her to keep her warm. He placed a kiss on top of her head and rested his chin on her head, swaying slightly while continuing to watch the movie.

��     If you were to ask Mina what has happened so far in the movie, she couldn’t give you an answer. As much as she wanted to see the film, the girl’s eyes seemed to be more interested in whatever was happening on the blanket on her left. 

      She watched as they were cuddling and whispering to each other things she couldn’t hear. Then Y/N fell asleep, and Jisung seemed to be even more loving, hugging her even tighter and kissing her. She was wondering if he has ever done that to her on the many nights they shared a bed.

      Mina never thought she would be that affected by the fact that Jisung has found himself a girlfriend. After all, he was just one of the many boys she was hooking up with. She never thought she would have feelings for him, but here she was, being jealous of the last person she ever thought she would.

      She had to somehow get the boy back. She wanted to see it as a challenge, but she couldn’t. It had barely been two weeks since they ‘broke up’ and scarcely four days since he started dating that perfect little missy. Love doesn’t fade away that fast. She’ll have him back in no time.

      Y/N felt someone shaking her arm gently, and she mumbled some incoherent words, pushing the hand away. She was sleeping so well, she didn’t want to wake up. A hand pushed a hair strand that was ticking her nose out of the way before grabbing her shoulder and shaking it again. She groaned in annoyance.

      “Wake up, Y/N! You have to go home. Unless you want me to take you to my place.” Someone whispered close to her face, and her eyes fluttered open, trying to make up her surroundings.

      The first thing she saw when she finally managed to blink the sleep away was Jisung’s smirking face. God, he was so annoying. Ignoring him and looking around, she noticed she was in his parked car in front of her apartment complex. She vaguely remembered falling asleep, but she doesn’t remember waking up to get to the car.

      “How did I get here? Did you wake me up?” Y/N asked, straightening her body and inhaling the cold air of the night.

      Jisung held her hand and helped her out of the car before slamming the door closed. He let her lean against the front door and opened the back door to fish her purse from the back seat.

      “I didn’t. You were way too cute when you shut up. Like a little obedient kitty. I had to enjoy the moment a little bit longer.” He teased, putting a hand around her waist and making their way to the entrance in the complex.

      Y/N scoffed at his childish remark but decided to ignore it. She didn’t have the necessary energy to argue with him.

      “So you carried me to the car? What about the blanket and the other stuff you had there? Did you go back for them?”

      “No, I had Jay get them for me, so I don’t wake you up.” 

      Stopping in front of the elevator, Jisung pushed the button, and they waited a few seconds for the doors to open. Stepping inside, Y/N pushed the button for the third floor before leaning back against Jisung.

      “Talking about Jay. Thank you for today!” The man threw her a questioning look, acting as nonchalant as he could.

      “What do you mean?”

      “Don’t act dumb! I know you didn’t give me your jacket just because you are nice like that. You saw how he looked at me.” She wanted to sound more aggressive, but her voice came out soft and calm since she was still sleepy.

      Jisung found that adorable but surpassed a smile. Adopting a disinterested expression, he spoke.

      “He did? I didn’t notice. I just thought that, as your boyfriend, I shouldn’t let everyone see your underwear.” Y/N punched him in the stomach lightly, and Jisung dramatically bent down, letting out a fake grunt.

      “You are such an asshole!”

      A loud ding echoed in the restricted space, and the doors opened, revealing the dirty wall of the third floor. They stepped out of the elevator and slowly walked down the hallway to where Y/N’s apartment door was. Taking her purse from Jisung’s hand and finding her keys, she unlocked the door and opened it.

      She leaned against the door frame and looked up at Jisung, giving him a bright smile.

      “I'd like to say that I had fun, but I fell asleep halfway through the date.” She giggled, trying to mask her embarrassment. “But it was nice getting out of the house. Thank you for today!”

      The man put his hands in his jean’s pockets and scoffed.

      “You are lucky Mina got upset by you sleeping on me. Otherwise, I would have gotten angry. My shoulders are so stiff from having to support your weight. I might not recover for a few days.” A fake pained groan left his throat, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

      Lifting herself on her tiptoes, she placed one hand on his shoulder and brought his head lower. She connected her lips with his in a short kiss. Breaking the kiss, she stepped inside her apartment and kept the door open enough for her head to be visible.

      “See you on Monday!” With that, she closed the door all the way and made her way into her bedroom.

      She wasn’t sure what was the time, but it must have been well past 11 PM. Taking off the dress, she discarded it on the floor before grabbing the oversized t-shirt from the back of the desk chair. She put it on and threw herself on the bed, letting the sheets envelop her body before falling asleep.

      Y/N’s eyes shot open, and her mouth fell open as the realisation of what she did only moments prior sank in. Putting the back of her hand over her forehead and exhaling deeply, her eyes closed and her brows furrowed. Why did she kiss him? She’ll never interact with anyone while she’s still drunk on sleep.

      Meanwhile, Jisung that just exited the complex couldn’t contain his smile. He couldn’t understand why that was happening. They kissed before to make Mina jealous. But maybe that was precisely the reasons such an insignificant gesture brought him so much joy. Mina was nowhere near. A spark erupted in his stomach at the thought that the girl might have a crush on him.

      “Do it again! With more love this time. Come on. You want me! You desire me!” Y/N ordered to Jeongin.

      The man let out a frustrated groan, using the script to cover his eyes from the brightness of the sun.

      Both of them, Hyunjin and Jisung, were outside, in front of the university. They had a free period and decided to practice the script for the short movie they were playing in. Hyunjin, although not part of the film itself, was always with them thanks to Mrs. Bae’s affinity towards him. 

      Jisung, however, was new in the picture. Ever since they went on that date a week and a half ago, he seemed to be spending more time with her. She felt mildly suffocated by that but decided not to question it. As long as he wasn’t distracting her from her usual activities, she didn’t mind him tagging along.

      “You don’t make desiring you really easy. We’ve done it four times already. We will start filming in three months. I don't have to be perfect right now!” Jeongin exclaimed letting his body fall on the bench on which Jisung and Hyunjin were seated.

      “Hey! Be careful of what you say. My girlfriend is very, much desirable!” Jisung said in a jokingly offended tone earning disgusted groans from the other two men.

      “Really dude? I could have lived my life without knowing that information.” Jeongin started fanning himself with the script. It was a sweltering day.

      “I don’t understand why you are here. You are only four-wheeling us.” Hyunjin remarked, earning himself a dirty look from Jisung.

      “A car needs all four wheels to be functional.”

      “Yeah, babe, but we are a tricycle.”

      Hyunjin, Jeongin and Y/N erupted into laughter at Jisung’s dumbfounded expression. From behind Y/N, they heard even louder laughter and Hyunjin scoffed at the scene unfolding under his eyes. 

      “I swear to God! Mina has been so annoying lately. Much more than when she used to hang out with Jisung. It’s as if she’s following us around.” The man rolled his eyes as he remembered how many times Mina ‘coincidentally’ happened to be in the same place as them the past week.

      “Tell me about it. And how she is always with Jay from our major. If I wanted to watch live porn, I would have signed up on one of those porn sites.” Jeongin seemed as annoyed as the other man.

      “Don’t stress about that guys. I’m pretty sure these are just coincidences.” Y/N tried telling them, even though she knew everything they said was right.

      “No, I’m pretty sure they are not. There’s someone between us whose attention she’s trying to catch.” Hyunjin gave Jisung a side look.

      “You can’t be sure of that.” She played dumb, wanting more than anything to change the subject.

      “ Oh, please! She’s always watching him. In the cafeteria, when we are hanging around on our free periods, when she’s kissing that loser. It’s like he’s a good movie she can’t tear her eyes from.” Jeongin snapped, tired of the whole situation.

      “Then let’s give them something to look at!” Jisung smirked smugly.

      “What do..”

      In the next second, Y/N has been pulled on Jisungs lap, and he captured her lips in an urgent kiss. One hand was on the nape of her head forcefully holding her in the kiss, and the other one was on her ass cheek, squeezing it. 

      She heard someone awkwardly clearing their throat from her right, and all her senses heightened. Y/N placed her hands on Jisung’s shoulders and tried lightly pushing him away while uncomfortably shifting in his lap. As a response, the man groaned lowly and slid his hand from her neck to her chest, cupping it.

      Her eyes widened in shock at his action and mustering all the force she had in her, she pushed him away, finally breaking the kiss. A loud bang ringed around them as her hand made contact with his cheek. Jumping off his lap, she gathered her bag from the leg of the bench.

      “You are a fucking asshole!” She shouted in his face before storming off inside the university.

      The stomping of her boots was echoing in the empty halls, and the few students that were around decided to make her space to pass. Her thinking was clogged at the moment, and all she could feel was rage and shame. She was angrily making her way down the halls, but her destination was uncertain. She just wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

      Y/N heard quick steps from behind her, and a hand pulled at her shoulder. Without turning around, she shrugged it off and started walking faster. The person behind her also increased their walking speed, but this time around, they grabbed her wrist.

      Just as she was preparing to scream in their face, she was pulled into a hug, her face forced into a firm chest. Y/N felt herself calm down as the smell of a cologne she grew accustomed to in the last week invaded her lungs. His hand was gently rubbing her back, and she relaxed under her touch.

      “Are you okay?” Hyunjin whispered softly in her ear.

      She hid her face more in his chest, feeling shame overcome her.

      “I’m sorry you had to see that. I swear it’s not what you think! We’ve never…” Her voice was shaky, as if she was about to cry. Hyunjin cupped her face forcing her to look in his eyes. She could see concern and sadness hiding behind his brown orbs.

      “Why are you apologising to me? You are the one who’s been wronged here. I just wanna make sure you are okay.” His soft voice was acting as a calmative for her racing heartbeat.

      Y/N felt her insides flip at his caring words. His hands on her cheeks were hot, and she decided to blame them for the blush that acaparated her face.

      “Hey! Step away from my girlfriend, you motherfucker!” Jisung’s voice filled her ears, and she saw Hyunjin roll his eyes.

      The warmth of his body left her, and he crossed his arms as Jisung finally arrived in front of them. Hyunjin was looking down at the other man, and both their expressions were filled with anger.

      “I was just making sure she’s fine. It looks like you took your time deciding to do the same.” The taller man spat venom dripping off his tongue.

      “It’s none of your business how I handle my relationship!” Jisung adopted a louder tone bringing his face closer to Hyunjin’s.

      “But it is when you decide to act like a bitch in heat and make your girlfriend uncomfortable. This is why Mina never dated you and why you and Y/N won’t last long!”

      Jisung clenched his jaw upon hearing the other man’s words, and before anyone could register what was happening, he plunged his fist into Hyunjin’s face.