#long haul flight tips

[touromania]

How To Survive A Long Haul Flight? - 14 Travel Advices

How To Survive A Long Haul Flight? – 14 Travel Advices

Nowadays people are known for being incredibly long-traveled. To get anywhere in the world, you need to spend a long time in the air. It can be difficult to plan a long-distance flight when you don’t know where you want to go. A flight can really exhaust you if you fly let’s say from Los Angeles to London, but there are a few tips which will make you survive all this flight. Here we go! 1).…

[devonalexis]

Heading to the airport soon? Before you go on your next adventure, check out my top four tips for surviving long-haul flights!

[sorrowedpickle]

In my arms

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

Summary: times are hard for Jenna while filming for Wednesday, so you decide to pay her a little visit

A/N: I was eating Reese pieces while making this

A lil short once again

Warnings: none? I think

Your fingers drum on your knees as you stare out the window, eyes watching the trees and buildings pass in the dark night as the Uber drives you from the air port to your girlfriends apartment, well her temporary one.

It had been hard on her, the filming of Wednesday was a difficult process. She would wake up earlier than the rest of the cast to get ready and film, practicing different things to make her role perfectly.

Then, without even having a break from her hours of work, her Cello instructor would be waiting inside her apartment for her to start their session. Leaving her absolutely exhausted with not much sleep, the most she can get is only about six to seven before getting up and repeating the whole process.

She had called you a number of times, crying her eyes out and seeking your comfort late at night. Ranting about all of it while all you could do is sit there and listen, heartbreaking as you listen to the poor girl as she speaks and cries.

So, you did the only thing you knew you could do. Bought the expensive ass plane ticket, went through the whole process of getting through security only for the flight to be delayed for a few hours next to a screaming baby.

But, it was all worth for her, especially since she’s gone through worse in the past few months you two have been apart. It’s the least you could do instead of just lazing around your home worrying about her.

Eventually, you arrive at the apartment building and get out, hauling your duffel bag over your shoulders and paying the uber a decently large tip and stepping inside making a beeline for the elevator and luckily, the lady at the front desk doesn’t question you.

You feel a mixture of emotions running through your body as you wait for the elevator to take you up to Jenna's apartment. On one hand, you're excited to finally see her after being apart for what feels like forever. On the other hand, you're a bit anxious about how she'll react to your surprise visit.

The elevator doors open, and you step out into a quiet hallway. You make your way down the hall, feeling a bit nervous as you approach the door to Jenna's apartment.

You feel your heart race as you knock on Jenna's apartment door. A few moments later, you hear soft footsteps and the sound of locks being undone. The door opens, and Jenna stands there in shock, her eyes wide and her mouth open.

Before she can say anything, you step forward and wrap your arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace eager to feel her in your arms again. She immediately melts into you, clinging to you tightly.

You feel her shudder slightly, tense body relaxing under your hold and you take a moment to realize how much you’ve actually missed her. Her smell, the way she felt, her holding you. "You're here," she whispers.

"Of course I am," you respond, running your fingers through her dark hair. You breathe in the scent of her shampoo and feel the weight of her head on your chest. It's like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and all the tension and worry of the past few weeks dissolves into nothing.

For a moment, you stand there, simply enjoying the sensation of her in your arms. You had gone too had been too long without holding the petite girl and she seemed to agree as her grip tightens on you.

You slowly pull away but not too far, reaching one hand up to rest on the side of her face causing her to look up at you with those beautiful brown eyes.

You smile, pressing a gently yet needy kiss to her soft lips that she immediately returns, placing both of her arms around your shoulders to pull you closer.

Then, with a sigh of contentment, you slowly pull away and gently lift her up bridal style and carry her inside the apartment, kicking your duffle back to sit beside the door.

As you make your way through the apartment, you take the time to look around the place. It was small but enough room for one person, her things liter around the place made it seem fit just for her. The take out boxes helped with that too.

You enter her room and gently set her down on her bed, noticing how exhausted she looks after the long hours she’s been working. Her skin is pale, and she has dark circles under her eyes from fatigue. You brush her hair back from her face, noticing how long it's grown since you last saw her, and kiss her tenderly on the forehead. "I'm here now," you say softly. "You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

Jenna looks up at you with a soft look on her face. The small smile made your heart melt, and you can feel her arms wrapping around you, holding you tightly. You smile down at her, feeling the way your heart beat started up and warmth that filled your stomach. She seemed to always have that affect on you no matter how long you’ve known her.

"I missed you so much," Jenna says, her voice trembling.

"I missed you too," you reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face. A smell smile rest on your face as you stare at her, deep brown eyes tired but so full of life, freckles scattered across the pale skin she had earned from the lack of sun in Romania. "Let's get you some rest, okay?"

You help her shift into the bed and get comfortable, moving to lay beside her in the her back pressed into your front as you wrap your arms around her and pull her impossibly closer. Her arms wrap around yours, gripping tightly as she’s in a dream and you’ll disappear when she wakes.

You simply just kiss the back of her head, legs intertwining with hers and you take her hand, linking your fingers together and squeezing them gently.

You both lay there in the bed, listening to the gentle sound of each other's breathing, lost in each other's embrace. You feel your limbs growing heavy with weariness, but you don't want to let go. You want to stay here, in this moment, with her forever.

Just as you think you might drift off to sleep, you hear Jenna's voice, soft and husky. "I love you," she says, her breath warming the skin on your arms causing goosebumps to run along your skin.

You smile, your heart swelling with love. "I love you too," you say, your voice just as quiet and tender as hers.

As you drift off to sleep, you're filled with a sense of peace and contentment. This is home, her in your arms.

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A/N: something I had saved in my notes for a bit.

Also please let me know what you think, I’m not sure about it😭

[vividwritinglove]

Mile High Club - Carlos Sainz

I was inspired by Carlos' Instagram story 😂 enjoy!

pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

warning: smut

word count: 1.5K

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"What are you doing?" you ask Carlos as he busily types away on his cell phone. You see that he's composing a text and wonder what he's so meticulously writing down.

"I'm giving my followers on Instagram, some tips on how to prevent a jet lag."

You and Carlos are currently on a flight from Madrid to Dubai, then transferring to another plane to Melbourne. You usually accompany Carlos to race weekends in Europe, as the short distances are clearly more pleasant to travel. You've only flown long-haul twice before, and that never in First Class. The comfort or rather luxury made the long flight a lot more pleasant.

"Which would be?" you inquire with interest, putting your book aside and leaning in further towards him. You two share a cabin. Somehow, it's disconcerting that despite the number of passengers on board, you were able to be so private and secluded. On top of that, your little compartment was very cozy.

"You can read all about it in my story..." he mumbles as he continues typing.

You pull a pout. All you wanted was some attention and affection from your boyfriend. Carlos has always been very reserved and especially in public. He loves you, more than anything in the world, but physical touch is not his love language compared to yours. He loves spending time with you, but hugging, caressing and kissing you in front of everyone is just not his thing. He is loving and caring, but only ever in your private togetherness.

"I want you to explain it to me though..." you continue to pout and start a new attempt to get Carlos' undivided attention. He looks up at you from his phone and sees you leaning in close, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Oi, cariño! Don't look at me like that..."

"How am I looking at you?"

"Please just don't..."

You fall dramatically back in your seat and cross your arms in front of your chest. Again, there's that pout and this time it's justified.

Carlos groans a little annoyed, but then relents. "So..." he begins, explaining his stay-awake method for the first flight. You watch him closely. In everything he does, he is always so passionate. Even if it's just about a simple Instagram post. When Carlos talks, it's always with his hands. His long and talented fingers which he knows exactly how to use. Your gaze wanders to his face and gets stuck on his lips. His full and beautiful lips.

He is such a good kisser. You'd love to fall around his neck right now and nibble on that plump lower lip. Just as he's telling you about the importance of light conditions, you're done. You put your hand on his thigh and it completely throws him off his game. He looks at your hand and then back at you. He knows this look all too well and has to swallow hard, "Mi amor, please...".

Innocently you look at him and have that smug grin on your lips, "Go ahead!".

Nervously, he shifts in his seat, making sure no one can look into your separate compartment. He clears his throat and tries to remember the last point on his list. Which is getting harder and harder as your hand continues to move up until it's on his crotch. Carlos puts his head in the back of his neck and moans a little excited. Within a few seconds he is hard, this can be clearly felt under the fabric of his jeans. You take your other hand to it and open his pants with skillful grips, "I know another method to keep you awake.".

"Ay, Dios mio..." he moans out as you finally reach into his boxers, freeing his hard cock and gently taking it in your hand. With an animalistic look, he looks at you. His pupils so dilated that barely any of his amber iris can be seen. His hands grip the armrests of his seat even tighter and his hips jerk eagerly towards your hand. Now he is addicted to your touch and wants you to intensify your movements.

"Please don't stall me like this..." he literally begs you, whispering so that the passengers around you don't notice anything, or at least as little as possible. You smile triumphantly and slide off your seat to kneel between his legs. The sight of his cock excites you too and without hesitation you take him in your mouth.

Carlos bites his lower lip at this contact to prevent a loud groan. A rumble escapes his throat, this only sports you further on.

Carlos is big, too big to take him completely into your mouth. You struggle until you feel him deep in your throat. Tears shoot into your eyes as Carlos rhythmically thrusts his hips forward. He holds your open hair together in a ponytail with his fist and now sets the rhythm. You give yourself to him and let him fuck your mouth. As loving as he is to you, he could also be dominant and you would be lying if you said you didn't like it at all.

Carlos is getting closer to an orgasm, but he doesn't want to cum in your mouth. "Come here." he prompts you and pulls your mouth from his cock. Now you look at him a bit surprised. Neither he nor you are people who are quiet during sex, but Carlos is so driven by lust that he doesn't care about anything around him now. Hesitating slightly, you climb onto his lap and lean down to kiss him. Luckily you opted for a long wrap dress today with the springy temperatures in Madrid, so Carlos quickly pushes the skirt of the dress aside to get to your underwear.

"Already so wet for me?" he asks bluntly with his strong Spanish accent, which sounds as sexy as never before and grins cheekily. His fingers roam over the top of your thong, feeling how damp the fabric already is.

"You're rude." you admonish him in a whisper and kiss him greedily again to prevent a groan. Carlos immediately takes this chance and pushes your thong aside to enter you with his index and middle finger. His other hand fumbles with the bow of your wrap dress and opens it. In front of him the sight of your slightly transparent lace bra. Then he puts his hand on the back of your head, so you don't have the chance to pull your head away from another kiss. You moan into his mouth during the kiss, fortunately this muffles all sounds from both of you.

Carlos barely gives you time to get used to his fingers and already withdraws them from you. Only to place his cock in front of your entrance. You want to feel him, you want him to fill you. Quickly you settle on him and take him inside you almost effortlessly. A familiar feeling for both of you, which you can never get enough of. You let your eyes roll back and begin to grind your hips. Carlo's hands linger on your hips to keep them as low as possible, so that he is deep inside you. Again he sets the rhythm and you bury, your face in the crook of his neck. The desire for each other and also joining the Mile High Club now, makes your adrenaline level rise higher.

"Carlos, I'm about to cum." you moan barely audible into his ear.

"A little more..." he murmurs back and you feel his hard grips on your hips. You increase your pace and feel the knot in your abdomen tighten. Your legs are already shaking and your breathing is also completely uncontrolled. Carlos watches you struggle with yourself, as you try to delay your orgasm. This only turns him on more. You both exchange intense glances, trying to admonish each other to not make any telltale sounds.

"Okay." he nods at you, out of breath.

"Okay?" you assure yourself and again Carlos nods at you in confirmation.

Carlos has already given you several breathtaking orgasms, but you can never remember one as intense as this one. You ride your high out on him completely and Carlos watches as you do. You look so damn sexy while doing it. This memory will stay with him forever. After your climax, you smile at each other. Carlos puts his hand lovingly in your neck and pulls you down to kiss you again. You are only too happy to return this tender kiss.

"I don't think anyone heard anything." you whisper against his lips after breaking away from the kiss.

"Even if they did..." grins Carlos mischievously and you slide off his lap, back into your seat. You both get dressed again and fix your hairstyles, in the small mirror in front of you.

"Maybe I should add the Mile High Club to my stay-awake-list." Carlos mumbles with another cheeky grin on his lips.

"And the company should better wear a dress..." you add, joining in his laughter.

[sanjoongie]

Mile High Club

ღPairing: Reader (f) x Jung Wooyoung ღGenre: smut with no plot ღAu: mile high club au, biker au, rich ceo au, established situationship lmao ღWord Count: 1,347 ღWarnings: public sex, exhibitionism, dom! wooyoung, sub! reader ღRated: 18+ MDNI ღSummary: Wooyoung has to leave the city but he's not leaving you behind and he certainly does not fly economic either. ღDedication~ in conjunction with @thelargefrye who is writing mile high club! seonghwa, @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland for beta reading ღA/N: Happy birthday woo bb, my spirit animal, light of my life

Wooyoung's eyes followed you as you sat hesitantly across from him on the private jet the both of you had boarded. Wooyoung had to fly to his offices on the other side of the country and that's why the two of you were here. Wooyoung refused to leave you alone in this city without him and your work was used to Wooyoung yanking you from your life by now. What he did love was pampering you with everything he had to give. And that included a private jet.

"Okay?" Wooyoung raised his eyebrows in question to you. He grabbed a water bottle and opened it. He tipped his head back to give it a swig. The wonderful line of his jaw and adam's apple and neck wasn't something to laugh at. His eyes slid your way and was happy to report that you had crossed your legs anxiously. He knew it had nothing to do with the flying.

"Did we have to come on your bike instead of the car?" You bit at him which he let fly over his head. You often bit at him but he liked it. All Wooyoung wanted in a partner was someone to verbally play with.

Wooyoung laughed silently, his shoulders shaking. "I won't be able to drive in the city, it'll be mostly drivers."

Your hands twisted as well, and when that wasn't enough, you began to dig half-moon's into the palms of your hands. "Pretty, come sit over here," Wooyoung suggested.

You said "ha!" mirthlessly. "I don't think so, Woo."

Wooyoung cocked his head 'innocently'. "What's wrong?" He leaned forward, elbows braced on his thighs, hands covering his mouth. The bill of his cap barely hid his inquisitive eyes. 

"Do not, Wooyoung," You bit even harder.

Wooyoung was happy his hands were over his mouth or you'd see his smirk, and then he was pretty sure that meant not getting what he wanted during this flight. And he really, really, really wanted to get this.

"Come on, sit with me. I'm a spoiled rich guy who still hates flying. Come hold my hand." Wooyoung held out his hand and waved his fingers.

You sighed loudly, well aware that this was a trap, and Wooyoung was luring you in. But if you could have resisted him, you wouldn't have even been on this plane. You lost your ability to say no to Wooyoung a long time ago. 

So you stood up and sat beside Wooyoung. He took your hand, placed it high on his thigh, put his hand over yours and sat there, eyes toward the nose of the plane, waiting eagerly for the staff to tell them to prepare for assent. And the bugger didn't do a damn thing… until the plane was miles high in the air and the staff receded.

Once the staff closed the folding doors, Wooyoung's hands wrapped around your waist and hauled you on top of him, straddling his body on the bench seat you two had been sitting on. "Hi," He said cheekily, like he didn't just put you in a very compromising position.

"Wooyoung!" You hissed, head snapping towards the doors that had just finished shutting.

"No one will hear us," Wooyoung grinned. His tongue was between his teeth and he was doing nothing to hide his grin now either.

"I am not--Wooyoung!" You slapped his chest.

Wooyoung began to chuckle and it went straight to your core. "I'll rip your jeans right now if you keep that up; expose the fact that you have no underwear on and take full advantage of that."

Your nostrils flared at Wooyoung's gall. "You wouldn't give me my underwear and we had to rush out because of your antics, Jung Wooyoung."

"I still have them in my pocket. I like the red." Wooyoung smiled teasingly.

You gripped Wooyoung's face between your thumb and forefingers. It squished his cheek together comedically. "Stop running your mouth." Wooyoung simply puckered his lips and made kissy noises.

You made a noise of disgust and moved to get up but Wooyoung's arms locking behind the small of your back made it a bit impossible to leave. Your thighs lifted your ass up and then you landed back on Wooyoung's thighs, except this time you were higher up Wooyoung's body and your eyes widened. 

"Come on, pretty. Fuck me. Let's join the mile high club."

Like you said, you had lost your ability to say no to Wooyoung a long time ago. 

Your pants had been discarded, Wooyoung's down by his feet, but there was a blanket drawn around your waist to hide your nakedness. Wooyoung's hands were around your waist, sometimes skimming up your ribcage to admire the body in front of him. You already had him fully seated inside of you, something that was never done easily with Wooyoung, who adored suddenly bucking up into you and causing you to gasp. 

"Where the hell did you find condoms that say mile high club?!" You demanded incredulously. 

Wooyoung's head was tipped back on the seat, eyes glimmery under his hat. "I know a guy."

You were about to grumble under your breath that he always said that, when Wooyoung rolled his hips against you, and turned the grumble into a groan. It didn't take long before the two of you were earnestly fucking each other. To Wooyoung's greatest glee, you were unable to keep your noises to a minimum so the staff--maybe all the way to the pilot!--knew you two were fucking on this plane. 

Wooyoung was having a hard time deciding where he wanted his eyes at. Watching his dick drenched in your wetness continuously pound into you was making his hand itch to film but he knew you would shriek at him. You wouldn't put it past him to leak it 'accidentally'. But he also wanted to watch your eyebrows furrow in pleasure and you bite down on your forefinger, your hand raised to your lips in an effort to keep yourself quiet--and failing. Your boobs in the high collar t-shirt were bouncing gloriously in front of him and he just wanted to lean forward and capture your pert nipple in his mouth. 

"Fuck, Wooyoung, shit," You cursed him. Your hand slapped onto the slanted ceiling above you in an effort to brace yourself as Wooyoung waved his body between your thighs. 

Wooyoung's hands moved down to your thighs, squeezing them ardently. "Feels good, pretty, bouncing on my dick this high, huh?"

Your eyes snapped open, part angry, part horny, and Wooyoung couldn't have been more turned on at this moment. "Stop gloating."

A slow, smug smile pulled across his lips as he raised his head. "Why don't you worry about coming first?"

You opened your mouth to scold him again but this time Wooyoung snapped his hips up into you, pushing a fervent noise from your throat. You clapped your free hand over your mouth and Wooyoung knew you had embarrassed yourself. Wooyoung let loose one "I told you so" and then tensed his pelvis and fucked you at just the right angle to have you coming apart above him immediately.

You collapsed against Wooyoung's chest completely and bonelessly, twitching and fluttering around him. Wooyoung had come once your walls started squeezing down on him. He had filled the condom and was regretting keeping this clean. He wanted to lick a creampie out of you suddenly. He knew you would never let him on the plane, but it was nice to think about. 

"Wooyoung," You panted into his neck, giving him goosebumps. 

Wooyoung was running his finger tips up and down your spine, returning the favor of goosebumps. "Pretty?"

"We are--NEVER--doing that--again!" You said into his slightly damp skin. 

Wooyoung's chuckles reverberated in his chest and you felt them through your own body as well. "I can't promise that."

You bit down on Wooyoung's neck, teeth threatening lightly. Except now Wooyoung was groaning. "I give up," You groaned in frustration.

Wooyoung patted your butt lovingly. "At least the staff don't have to clean up after us." Taglist: @hijirikaww @flurrys-creativity @mingsolo @starlitmark @pyeonghongrie @k-pop-ology

[morallyinept]

Hi Jett! I was wondering if you, or any of the Pedro boys, have some tips on how to reduce anxiety while at the airport/flying?

This weekend I’m going on a trip to visit a dear friend that I’m really excited to see but I’m a very very nervous person in general flyer. Any tips would be greatly appreciated!

Thanks for being awesome 😘

Hey Lucy! 🖤

Ooh, might be best for you not to read the latest chapter of Adrift With You then... I mean, please do, but wait until you're off the plane... 😅

But seriously, I love flying, it's been a while since I've been away and I'm itching to again, and how wonderful you're going to see your friend! I hope you have a great time! 🥰

Personally, long haul always gives me the jitters a bit, so here's some tips that I find useful when flying to calm myself...

Stay hydrated. Seriously, it will settle your tum and also give you an excuse to get up and move about and stretch. Avoid anything carbonated or fizzy during the flight. Just trust me on that...

Try to eat something light, and nothing heavy or that will make you uncomfortable. I always carry extra snacks in my carry on, like cereal bars, fruit (if you can take it through) and some sugary sweets for a burst of energy, as flights can make you feel swamped.

Wear something comfortable too. Something light and loose, but also take something like a sweater, cardigan or a light jacket you can put on if you get cold during the flight.

Try to have plenty to occupy you, like a book or two (depending on the length of your flight) or download something offline on Netflix you wanna watch. Or your favourite playlists for music. Take some noise cancelling headphones/buds too. Sometimes blocking out the noises around you on a plane can relax you better. The more you have to occupy you, the less you'll be anxious.

Practice some self care in the sky; whether it's some meditative breathing or giving yourself a mini facial. Some lip balm, a moisturiser and a facial roller can easily do the trick for a little pamper sesh.

Remember it's okay to feel nervous. But every day thousands of flights take off and successfully land without incident. Statistically, you're more than likely to win the lottery or become President than you are at being involved in a plane incident. (Vote for Lucy!) Breathe slowly and deeply when you start to feel a little fraught. It's perfectly natural to be nervous, but the sky is an amazing place to be, up in the clouds. You've got this! 💪🏻

So let's see if some of the Pedro Boys can offer some advice...

Any tips, Frankie, seeing as you're our resident pilot?

That's his concentrating face. You can tell by the tongue... 🫠 Don't worry, hermosa, you're in good, solid hands with Frankie in control of his cock... pit.

How about you, Din? You fly to the stars on the regular...

Yeaaaaah. Maybe we'll let Frankie take this one...

D, you fly a lot, any advice for Lucy, bud?

Yeah, we don't want Lucy busted for narcotics possession or smuggling, D... 😬 That's not very helpful. But if you are anxious, taking a mild sedative can help. Just make sure it's prescribed by your doc and declared at security. And not from this trash panda...

What about you, Marcus?

That's probably a bit too bold, but I like your style, handsome. If only Marcus Moreno could fly us in his strong arms, that would be so much better, right? 🫠

Lucy, I hope this has helped in some way. Even with the Pedro Boy chaos... Have a great time seeing your friend!

Love you! 🖤

[purecantarella]

Kiss Me

request : I don’t know if your still taking requests , could you write , Jennie who has always been scared to be in a relationship but then meets female reader and tries to tell her how she feels 💋 i definitely am taking requests and this came around a year ago as well but i've had in in my drafts for so long that it's time to start it!! i hope you all enjoy!! kim jennie x reader disclaimer/s : some angsty fluff for your reading pleasure, of course some cursing, i'm sorry. also slight nsfw ?

It was no secret that as an idol, she had eyes hot on her all the time. Jennie's public image needed to be spotless. She needed to be the sweetheart in the media's eyes. She had to fit into the standard even if she loathed it.

She had no room for error or to indulge anything that didn't fit her idol image...then you happened.

It was all a happy coincidence when you met. Jennie had been traveling often, and it was emotionally and mentally draining to her. It had been one flight after another and by the time she was on her returning trip to Seoul, she was always falling asleep.

Coffee, candy, and blasting loud music were doing nothing for her so her only hope was to get to her gate early and take a short nap there. That was until her flight got delayed another four hours. Jennie knew it was far too risky to haul out at a hotel, so she was shackled to the airport seats.

She kept herself awake as best she could but couldn't stop her eyes from drooping, the nearly empty coffee cup tipping dangerously in her hand. "Might be good to spill the coffee in your mouth rather than the carpet of an airport waiting area, ma'am."

The intruding voice made Jennie squeak and jump awake. You smile at her amused with yourself. She grit her teeth but still smiled at you, holding back the snarl that threatened to break the surface. She couldn't risk you being a gossip reporter and talk about her in the tabloids or on your site.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to anger you." She is initially shocked that you see past her usual idol persona, again you see the quick shift of her emotions. "I'm a photographer, not that you were asking, but that's how I could tell your emotions. It's part of my job to read into the subject's emotions and adjust them accordingly."

You point to the empty seat beside her, and in spite of her better judgement, Jennie nodded. You place your bag down beside hers and stretch your neck out. Noticing how the woman beside you was still drifting off into sleep, you offer, "I can watch your bags and you can get some rest if you'd like."

She turns to you, looking rather offended and you couldn't help the chuckle that fell past your lips. You raise your hands in defeat. "I get it, some stranger approaching you asking you to sleep." You pause and fully turn to look at her. "Then I'll keep you company."

The rapper quirks a brow at your bold behavior, she couldn't tell if she found it appealing how confident you were or if she was disdained that you just sat beside her and planned to probe into her life. Then again, it was better than falling asleep and getting taken advantage of.

"Alright." She responded curtly.

Your smile brightens, "So what brought you here? To the country I mean?" Jennie laughs to herself, you tilt your head to the side as you patiently waited for her answer. "What haven't I done while I was here. Photoshoots, public appearances, filming at one point." She is shocked with herself but quickly regains her composure. "It's nothing though. It was for my fans anyway."

You chuckle softly, "I didn't ask what your work was here. I know who you are, superstar." Jennie opened her mouth to protest the newly given nickname but you cut her off. "I asked what brought you here. There must've been a dozen people asking you to come to events or shoots...why here?"

Jennie is speechless for a moment but can't help the laugh that erupts from her chest. "I guess I never thought about it. My management, I guess?"

"Not much freedom then I take it?" You ask quietly. Jennie takes off her shades and exposes her eyes to you. She notices how your shoulders raise a little and your breath hitches a little. She thought it was rather cute. "Not as much as I'd like, no."

"That's a real shame, wasting all that potential and talent being placed in a box." You lean in close and whisper, "You all deserve better if you ask me."

Again, Jennie laughs, "You're a fan then?"

"It's hard not to be." You say seriously, making Jennie's smile grow wider, her cheeks becoming sore from the sheer act of smiling as wide as she was. "Good to know..."

The two of you talked through the four hours, time flying by and before Jennie knew it, she wasn't even sleepy anymore. All she wanted to do was listen to your terrible jokes and your work. It was weird, she could have run into you at any point during her trip, but it had almost been serendipitous that you both met then and there.

As you told her a story of one of your problem clients on your trip, the PA System blared to life and announced your flight was boarding in five minutes. You looked down at your watch, picking up your bag and shuffle around for your passport and boarding pass.

"Thank you." Jennie said hastily, trying to get your attention again. "I...I enjoyed talking to you."

You look down at her lifting your hand up to offer her a thumbs up. "It was a pleasure to speak to you. I'm glad I got you to stay awake while waiting." Jennie smiles at you and looked down to grab her phone to ask for your number but when she looks up, you were gone.

As she sat comfortably in her compartment, Jennie couldn't shake the thought of you. Tentatively looking around to see if you were anywhere and to her disappointment, you were no where to be found. The rapper was about to pluck her airpods out of her bag when a flight attendant approached her.

"From a passenger up front, Miss Kim..." The flight attendant whispered quietly, slipping Jennie a pack of gum and a handwritten note. She bowed to the stewardess with a smile before she skimmed over the note.

Jennie stifles a giggle as she reads the messily written note on a tissue from the coffee you were holding earlier. 'Didn't get my name or number? Here ya go! Chew the gum so your ears don't pop. G'night superstar. - Y/F/N'

She looks around again and spots you staring at her from one of the seats further in the front. You offer her a salute before settling into your seat. Jennie rubs your name in the ink, thinking of you fondly and brainstorming ways to see you again when you both land in Seoul.

Soon after you two landed, she contacted you, practically bouncing off the car walls as you teased her about her eagerness to call you. Jennie verbally complained but she didn't exactly deny it either.

It didn't take long for you two to get close either.

You two had become practically inseparable in that time, being seen together and posting about one another on your social media pages. But of course, you two were just friends. At least thats what you both always said but it never felt that way.

In spite of that conclusion you both had, the people around you often disagreed. Whenever Jennie would stop by to drop off food at one of your shoots or if you came by the dorm to hang out, at least one person would point out that you two seemed like a couple, and a rather cute one at that.

Though nothing became of that suspicion, until one night.

It was one of those nights when you lay on Jennie's couch while watching one of those movies that Jisoo recommended when she scooted from her corner of the couch to cuddle up to your chest. You smiled and wrapped your arm around her waist, your cheek pressed against the top of her head.

You'd been feeling it for a while now. The butterflies when you were around her, the happiness that was unparalleled when she smiled at you and only you, the instantaneous calm when you held her in your arms. But concealing it as to not ruin the friendship.

Instead of thinking of such feelings, you focus on the warmth she offers you, the flowery scent of her shampoo wafting in the air, so much so you almost miss the faint giggle that fell from her lips. As you pull away to better look at her, she props her chin on your chest, the gummy smile on display making you grin in return.

"Your heart is beating so loud, I can hear it so well." Jennie points out teasingly, making you toss your head back in a nervous yet full laugh. When you moved your head to look back at the screen, thinking that she would just brush it off like you always did, you find her staring straight at you. Her lower lip trapped between her front teeth while her hands moved up to hold your cheeks in her hands.

You freeze up, shock and awe taking over your body. You blink rapidly, assuming you were imagining it but she only drew closer with each time you opened your eyes. Finally, she is a breath away from you, you muster out, "Am I dreaming...?"

Jennie smiles down at you, her nose slotting beside yours, eyes never breaking from your gaze. You two sit there, allowing the moment to ruminate for a second, turning to a minute, turning into far too long for you to restrain yourself. Leaning forward you capture her lips between yours. Her arms snake down to wrap around your neck as your hands weave their way through her dark hair.

She opens her mouth and probes your lower lip tentatively. As you lower your jaw, her tongue meets yours shyly, wrapping the muscles around one another. As your lips found their own rhythm, your hands lock around her tresses making her groan against into your mouth.

Jennie pulls away, tugging your lower lip back. Her cat-like eyes opening slowly, as a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. You are too stunned to speak, merely staring at her with your mouth ajar. She giggles again as she leans down to peck your lips again quickly.

You offer her a dazed and dopey smile saying, "You are amazing, superstar..."

The rapper blushes before jokingly slapping your shoulder. She gently nuzzles against your neck before returning to her spot on your chest. Only now she peppered light kisses over your neck and collarbone.

"So...what are we now, Jen...?" You ask while you play with the ends of her hair and smoothing it out right after. She doesn't speak for a moment, and you prepared yourself to press for an answer, when she replies, "I would say we're two people who are happy in each other's presence."

You nod slowly, putting the subject to rest, but the question and her rather vague answer plaguing your mind.

It'd been a couple weeks and a dozen hidden kisses after the first when disaster had struck. You and Jennie had been strolling by the Han River, the shorter woman tucked under your arm in spite of the heat. You listened as she ranted about the things her management were forcing her to do, patiently waiting for your opportunity to bring up meeting your friends.

"...and they practically tore the dress apart so that I wouldn't wear it. And it was designer too." She pouted cutely, you smile and before you can control yourself you lean down to kiss her before she blocks your mouth with her hand. "Wha-What're you doing, N/n? We're in public!"

You blink confused and chuckle nervously. "I...I just thought—"

Jennie pulls away from your embrace before taking a far step away from you. "Well you thought wrong, alright?"

You look at her, her arms crossed and her brows knit together as she glared at you, before you laugh dryly and rub your eyebrows as the frustration boiled in your chest. But you merely took a deep breath and offered her a small, but incredibly, forced smile. "Alright. I'm sorry, let me take you home, Jen."

She simply rolled her eyes and shook her head, "It's fine. I can walk myself."

You deadpan and scoff. "Sure."

As you turn a heel to walk away, you realize that this would keep drawing on without talking about it. Without figuring out what you both were definitively. "No, let's talk about this. Here and now."

You turn to face her but Jennie looks around cautiously. In a hushed voice, she argued, "Can you just stop pushing the issue, Y/n. We can talk about it another time."

You sigh in a feeble attempt to calm yourself down before raising your hand to rub the frustrated tears out of your eyes. "I'll stop pressing the issue if you answer me this." Your voice now trembled as you struggle to get out what you need to say. "What are we, Jennie? Wh-Where exactly do I fit into your life?"

The singer begins softly, "N/n, you know what we—" You laugh dryly before staring down at her, ice in your eyes.

"No, I have no idea what we are!"

"Y/n wait please! Don't make a scene." Jennie called out as she chased you down the length of the underpass. You scoff loudly and turn to look at her . "This." You motion between you and Jennie "...is exactly your problem, Jennie!" You argued loudly, but that isn't what chipped at her heart.

Jennie.

You didn't call her that. You rarely ever did.

You take another shaky breath, closing your eyes to compose your thoughts. "You can't just decide that I can fit into your narrative, Jennie." You pause to open your eyes, blinking away the water in your eyes. "And quite frankly, I'm tired of waiting for the right moment for the company."

Her eyes gloss, tears ready to pour but she merely stares blankly at you. "What're you saying, Y/n?"

"I'm saying until you can give me what I need...an answer to what this..." You motion between the two of you, "I'm done."

"Y/n wait, I can't—"

"Kiss me." You say suddenly, cutting her off and catching her off guard. Her gaze bolts around, looking for anyone who happened past and even more so those possibly hiding, waiting for her to slip up. She takes a step forward and whisper-yells at you, "I can't do that, Y/n. I need to uphold my image."

You bite back any of the hurtful things you want to say, and just nod. Your lips trembling as you walk away, offering a half-hearted wave, "Bye, superstar."

With that you stride down the path and Jennie doesn't have the strength to follow you or argue anymore. She didn't want a relationship and she didn't want to compromise her work.

It was the right thing to do. But the next week was hell.

Jennie was far more cranky, snapping at the girls and talking back more to management when she was asked to do something or appear somewhere. It was impossible for her to attend any of her schedules without at least one private meltdown.

A couple weeks after you both split ways, the girls had to appear for a photoshoot for their latest album promotional material. If it were up to Jennie she would remain hauled up in her room but she noticed how excited the other members were, so she tried to liven up.

While the girl's energies bounced off the walls of the van they were all in, Jennie's eyes were glued to her screen. Unanswered texts and radio silence from you appeared in front of her as she typed out another apology...one she'd never send.

Much like the ones she'd drafted up before.

She knew you wouldn't respond, but she held out hope that you would eventually want to talk to her again. Maybe she could set things right and you two could be friends at the very least.

Even if the sheer idea of you two remaining that way left a bitter taste in her mouth.

As the girls entered the brightly lit studio, Jennie immediately recognized the form standing in front of the white backdrop with your brows furrowed together, your camera firmly in your hand. You were too deep in thought to really notice that they'd entered.

"...Y/n..." Jennie mumbles only to be teased by the other members. Their familiar voices made you look up and of course you couldn't keep your eyes off Jennie, she looked amazing. "We'll let you two catch up!" Lisa chirped happily before skipping away with Jisoo and Chae following close behind her.

Jennie never broke eye contact with you. Your breath hitched as she slowly walked towards you. "Y/n..." Her eyes softened, she had hoped that you were there to talk to her or tell her that you missed her...something. But you offered her a respectful but tightlipped smile, bowing slightly before turning to tinkle with your equipment. Swallowing her pride, Jennie cleared her throat and asked softy, "Can...Can we talk...?"

Your back straightens, you battle internally for a moment. You missed her, so, so deeply, but she knew what you needed from her. Without that firm boundary, you would both get hurt. You sigh deeply, not daring to look her in the eye. You knew you'd cave in the moment you did.

"Unless you're ready to talk about what we are, we have nothing more to talk about, Jennie." You mutter coldly, knees trembling as you spoke.

Before Jennie could beg you any further, the production manager approached you. "Y/F/N! We've heard nothing but great things, I hope that your name lives up to the expectations we have."

You nod solemnly before excusing yourself for a moment to take a "work call" when the girls walk out ecstatic. While the other girls teased the rapper though, the eldest noticed the sinking expression on Jennie's face.

Soon, the shoot began but anyone in the room could tell that the energy was completely off. You were hardly able to give direction, only muttering quiet curses every now and again, while Jennie was unable to show off her fierce edge. Glancing over at the shots on the monitor beside you, you groan softly. You call out, "Sorry, can I get just Lisa and Chae for their unit shots. Jisoo and Jennie, take ten. Thank you."

You're looking down at your camera, doing your bet to avoid Jennie's gaze and her heart ached for you. Jisoo nudged her out of the way gently, a concerned expression falling over the older member's face.

"What is going on between the two of you?" Jisoo asks softly once they are clear from the view of the camera. The rapper's shoulders fall as she runs through what had happened that night by her fellow member. By the end of her story, Jisoo's fist gently collides with Jennie's shoulder. "Ow! What the hell, unnie?"

"Are you serious? You threw that connection away because you were what? Scared?" Jennie shakes her head, almost offended, before she pulls Jisoo close. "We have an image to uphold! Plus I don't want to be in a relation—"

"Bullshit." The rapper is taken aback by the crass language used by the older member. But the stern look on her face made her shrivel under her eyes. "If you didn't want a relationship, you would have made it clear. I know you Jen. You're ready to reject everyone who comes your way. But the way you looked at Y/n, the way you talked about her, and how you kept her around, that's telling about how you really felt."

Jisoo looks up and bares her signature smirk, "And by the looks of it, you're still the star of Y/n's eye."

Jennie follows Jisoo's eyes confused, only to see you staring at her despite your focus supposedly being on Chaeyoung and Lisa who posed in front of you. Realizing you got caught, you pretend to adjust with the settings on your camera. The rapper is unable to bite back the smile as she watched you fidget and flush under her gaze.

You always did when you two spent time together. Become a flustered mess as she stared intently at you and what you were doing.

"Whatever is going on between the two of you, it's strong. And worth fighting for..." Not waiting for Jisoo to finish her though, Jennie took a seemingly confident stride towards you, but her mind ran laps on what the possible backlash could be.

You mindlessly click away at your camera but are confused when Chae and Lisa stop posing but mostly only look at you with giddy expressions on their faces. You hear someone clearing their throat from behind you. You pull the camera away from your eye to see Jennie staring at you, fluffy cheeks growing pink.

"Jennie what—" She lifts a hand up, only lifting her gaze up to look into your eyes now. You can see the restlessness in her eyes but she presses on in spite of the fear that bubbles in her chest. "You've said more than enough, Y/n. It's my turn."

Jennie could hear the whispers and rumors fly in her head. She closed her eyes as she tried to figure out what she needed to say and began to play with the tips of her fingers when her hand was intwined with yours, your thumb brushing the back of her hand soothingly.

The rapper opened her eyes to see you staring down at her with a warm smile and the softest eyes she'd ever seen, "It's alright, I'm listening."

The look in your eyes, the genuine care and affection that overflowed, gave her the burst of confidence she needed to put her thoughts together.

"I..." She pauses again, briefly looking over at the girls who give her supportive thumbs ups. "I've never been the type to open up about my feelings or ask for help from anyone...but in the span of ten minutes of us meeting, you were able to get me to do both of those things." She chuckles at the memory, "And you had the absolute worst opening line at that, Y/n."

You smile fondly before laughing softly, nodding for her to continue. "Letting my guard down...being anything less than perfect...terrified me and I was willing to do anything to protect that reputation. But when I was with you..." She paused to lean up and nudge her nose against yours tenderly, "I didn't want to anymore."

"What're you trying to say then, superstar?" You ask, shit-eating grin etched onto your lips, the very same one you wore the first time you met. Jennie rolled her eyes but her lips tugged into the first genuine smile since you two parted ways that night. "What I'm saying is, I hope you'll take me even if I acted stupid."

You look down at her with a warm smile, "You weren't stupid Jen, you were valid. I'm sorry that I made you feel that way too..." Rather nervously, you raise your hand to brush a stray out of her face. As your hand made gentle contact with hers, Jennie immediately leaned into your touch.

"Hey N/n," She mutters making you raise a curious brow. She smiles smugly at you, twirling in place cutely. "Kiss me?"

You grin before leaning down, her lips immediately slotting together with yours. Falling into the familiar pattern that you'd long missed. You smile against her lips and hoist her closer towards your body. An array of scattered and mixed gasps falls in the studio but Jennie could no longer be bothered to care.

She pulls away, "I can't give you an answer on what we are..." You frown and begin to pull away until she pulls you by the collar of your shirt,"...but I think I'm ready to talk about it."

You bite back your smile but nod, placing another kiss on the corner of her lips. "Think I'm going to need a bit more convincing though."

Jennie rolls her eyes and wraps her arm around your neck, locking your lips together again in a heated dance until you both hear her fellow members call out a series of curses and reminders that you were in public.

She laughs against your lips before waving off her members. "They're right though, get your pretty butt back on set, superstar." You say pulling away, slapping her bottom quickly. She squeaked and skipped back to set with the brightest smile she ever sported during one of these tedious photoshoots.

"Think you made the right decision?" Jisoo teased quietly in between shots. Jennie looked up at you behind the camera, pausing to flash her a bright smile. Her heart melted at the sight before she nodded confidently.

"Y/n's exactly what I've wanted."

did this sort of come from a relatively real place? maybe. did i cry a little more than i'm willing to admit because it hit too close to home? sadly, yes thats why this took so damn long to come out HAHAHA in any case though, i hope you all enjoyed this and it made sense?? honestly, i there was a different version of the ending but while i was saving it last night, our wifi decided it hated me and deleted the last saved version, so i rewrote it today. hope yall still enjoyed though 🥹 i will see you all tomorrow for lia day but until then, keep safe my lovelies and i love you all so, so much!! see you all soon❣️ - r

[familyvideostevie]

🐚 SEASHELL: let's look for beautiful things on the beach! send me a line from a book, song, or movie/tv show and a character and i'll write a short (<1k) blurb for you

“ so why don't we go somewhere only we know.” - from somewhere only we know by miki ratsula with Eddie <3

hi darling!! there are so many great versions of this song but i had not heard this one! it's lovely! so here is something for you, also lovely: eddie whisking you away at a party for a quiet moment

--

You've found pretty much the perfect spot to wait for Eddie. The kitchen is crowded, sure, but sitting on the counter gives you some air and a vantage point to see if he's coming back. Someone turns the music up and a few people scream at the song and bulldoze to the living room to dance. It's nice to see a bunch of twentysomethings having fun, your friends among them.

Robin looks like she's making fun of Steve's dance moves and Jonathan and Nancy are standing close in the corner, his entire body curved over hers as they talk. You know probably every other person at this house -- whose house it is you can't really remember -- so you feel comfortable enough alone for the moment.

But the moment doesn't stretch too long because you see a cloud of messy hair making its way towards you. You sip your beer patiently, swinging your feet a little where they hang off the counter. It only takes moments for Eddie to appear in front of you. He puts his hands on your knees and takes a comically large breath as if he's run a marathon.

"Christ," he says. "Bathroom line was a mile long." He flashes you a grin and tosses some hair from his face. "Miss me?"

You pretend to think about it. "I don't know," you say. "Who are you again?"

He mimes stabbing himself in the heart with a dagger. "Way harsh, sweetheart. Guess you don't want to see the cool-as-shit thing I found."

You hop from the counter. His hands ghost at your hips to help, then he grabs one of your hands. "Very funny," you tell him. "Now show me the cool thing."

Normally he'd mock you a little, tease and ask you to say please -- to which you'd refuse -- but he must actually be excited because he just starts to tug you through the crowd. No doubt many of them think you're going upstairs to fool around. You sort of wonder if that's what's going to happen, too.

But Eddie leads you up the flight of stairs and down a hall and into someone's bedroom. There is no one here.

"Whose house is this, anyway?" you whisper. Eddie shrugs.

"No idea," he says, full volume. "But I saw this from the street when we got here and thought it was a good spot."

You almost protest when he shoves open a window and you actually do when he climbs through out onto the roof. "Eddie!" you hiss. "Are you serious? You could fall!"

"I won't," he says, eyes bright. He reaches for you. "Now you. I've got you."

The excitement in his expression has you hauling your leg over the sill before you can think about it too hard. He does grip your hips this time, steadying you even when you're on two feet again. "Come on," he says. You look around and realize this part of the roof is pretty flat. You can hear the party downstairs, through open windows and spilling into the yard, but you don't think anyone will see you up here.

"How has no one found this yet?" you ask. Eddie stops you and takes off his jacket, spreading it on the roof before pulling you to sit down.

"No idea," he says. "But isn't it fucking great?" He tips his head back and grins. You copy him and gasp.

You have a perfect view of the stars. "Oh," you say. "Well, this beats the kitchen."

Eddie's lips ghost the shell of your ear. "It really does," he says. He drags them across your cheek and to the corner of your mouth.

"Stop that," you rasp. "I can kiss my boyfriend anytime. Right now I'm watching the stars."

He laughs and slings his arm around you. "Fair enough, sweetheart."

join the celebration!

[ohwowimlonley]

DAY SIXTEEN

Mitch Rapp + exhibitionism kink

[warnings - husband!dom!mitch, sub!fem!reader, smut, oral (f rec), exhibitionism]

[word count - 970]

[kinktober list]

Honeymooning with Mitch in Australia. Honeymooning with Mitch in a five star honeymoon suite in Sydney, Australia. Honeymooning with Mitch in a five star hotel with floor to ceiling windows in the main bedroom of your honeymoon suite in Sydney, Australia.

All this can only mean one thing. He knows it. You know it. It’s only a matter of time before it happens. 

“Good morning,” you turn to face your new husband, blinking away the grogginess from your tired eyes - you still don't understand how Mitch can go through an almost thirty hour flight and not have jet lag.

“Hello there, Mrs Rapp,” he leans forward and pushes his lips against your own, not caring a lick for either of your morning breaths. 

“Hello there, Mr Rapp,” you pause, raise your eyebrow, then let out a short giggle, “your name hasn’t changed,”

“No,” he agrees with a chuckle, pressing a final kiss to your cheek before throwing the quilt from his body and getting out of bed, naked as the day he was born. 

You sit up with a blush, nearly choking on your spit as he shoots you a cheeky wink before disappearing into the bathroom. 

By the time he emerges, you’ve finally managed to haul yourself from the comfort of the bed and shuck your now crumpled pyjamas, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lace panties.

“Whoa,” he comes up to you from behind, wraps his arms around your waist and presses himself against your ass. His growing cock bumps against the intricate pattern, staining it with a thick glob of his precum, “I haven’t seen these before,”

He snaps the elasticated material against your skin, chuckling at your surprised squeal. Mitch spins you around, one hand coming up to tip your chin up, leaning down and almost kissing your lips - you duck your head to the side at the last second, letting his lips hit your cheek.

“Calm down, muchacho. I need to brush my teeth before you get all… freaky with me,” you sass, brushing past him with a bump of your hip on his. He catches you before you can dart behind the door, pulling you in for a rough kiss, licking filthily into your mouth and pulling back with a bite to your bottom lip.

“Hurry up in there,” he releases you with a swift slap to your behind, watching as your breasts bounce softly in the air as you walk. The door clicks softly behind you, and you set about your morning routine (maybe slightly rushing through it with your excitement).

He’s waiting for you when you come out, sitting with his legs spread on the loveseat just in front of the california king bed you’d both slept in last night. He shakes his knee - an invitation, you realise. In seconds, you're sitting sideways over his thighs, leaning into his broad chest. Butterfly kisses are muttered over the side of your neck, and you loll your head to the side, exposing more of your sensitive skin to his hungry lips.

“I think we need to talk about the windows,” you blurt, turning to face your new spouse with slightly widened eyes. Neither of you had said it out loud yet.

“Whatever do you mean, princess?” He pouts innocently. Oh, so he’s playing that game. The ‘see how long I can provoke my wife before she bursts into a flaming pile of embarrassment so I can take pity on her’ game. 

“Mitch,” you pester, hiding your face away in the crook of his neck, “you know what I want, just- just-”

“Just give it to you?” He supplies, wiggling his eyebrows provocatively and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck, “Right in front of that big fuckin’ window? Where everyone can see you?”

A pathetic, whimpery sort of sound tumbles past your kiss-swollen lips. Mitch seems to sympathise for you, hooking his arms around your waist and carrying you like a ragdoll towards the colossal windows. He sets you down with a kiss to your head.

“Face it,” he gives you a gentle push to your shoulder, encouraging you to push yourself against the pristine glass. You comply easily, gasping at the frozen touch of the glass against your pert nipples. Mitch grasps at your hips, pulling and pushing until he deems your position good enough. 

“Mmm- Mitch-” you gasp as he all but tears the flimsy material from your shaking body with his hurry to get his hands all over you. As soon as your body is wholly naked for him, Mitch can’t help but let his fingers dive into the warm folds of your excited cunt, slipping up to the hood of your clit and giving it a harsh pinch.

“I’m gonna eat your pretty pussy, ‘nd you’re gonna look out the pretty window and wave to all the people lookin’ at you whinin’ like a bitch for me,” he mutters into the shell of your ear, pressing himself against your ass for a few long moments, savouring the delicious pressure of his cock against the small of your back before forcing himself to pull back and drop down to his knees.

“Give em a smile for me, babygirl,”

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[touromania]

How To Survive A Long Haul Flight? - 14 Travel Advices

How To Survive A Long Haul Flight? – 14 Travel Advices

Nowadays people are known for being incredibly long-traveled. To get anywhere in the world, you need to spend a long time in the air. It can be difficult to plan a long-distance flight when you don’t know where you want to go. A flight can really exhaust you if you fly let’s say from Los Angeles to London, but there are a few tips which will make you survive all this flight. Here we go! 1).…

[feralghxuls]

Will You Spill the Wine? (A Matter of Love)

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Pairing: Dew/Mountain

Words: 4,437

Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Heed these tags I am so serious, Blood and gore, Explicit sexual content, Cannibalism, Cannibalism play Temporary character death, Reverse blowjob, Throat fucking. but not in the way you'd expect, Blood kink, Ritualistic sex, Blood letting, Dew and Mountain are fucking freaks (affectionate) <3, Unconventional romance even by ghoul standards, More details about what this fic entails in the dropdown menu of the notes, Mountain is semi-verbal, Telepathic communication, Ghoulish language

Summary: [MIND THE TAGS]

Sometimes, Mountain needs more than what typical kink can provide. Sometimes, being bitten and mauled isn't enough; he needs the most extreme version of it. Dew is happy to oblige.

See notes for clarification and further content warnings.

Mountain wants something. That much is clear. For the last two days, Dew has been keenly aware of his dark gaze on him any time they're in the same room, weighted with desire. And even when they're not, he swears he can feel those eyes on him through the walls. But Mountain hasn't approached Dew yet. So he simmers in the heat of his gaze. Waiting. Mountain knows by now that he has to ask for what he wants.

It's the end of the fourth day when Dew opens the door of his bedroom and comes nose to chest with Mountain. He'd been intending to join the others in the common room, before Mountain's scent had seeped through the cracks in the door and he'd quickly rearranged his priorities. 

Now, he hooks a finger in Mountain's belt loop and tips his head back to gaze up at him, right into those dark eyes. His pupils are blown so wide there's no color left, his nostrils flaring with each breath. 

You need something, Mount? Dew asks, casual, raising a hand to pat at his chest. A low growl rises in Mountain's throat as he reaches for Dew's arm, fingers closing iron-tight around his bicep. Without a word, he turns and pulls Dew down the hall. 

It's not exactly comfortable keeping up with Mountain's long stride when Dew is held so tightly, close against his side, but he doesn't mind. He lets Mountain tug him through the abbey, into the chapel, down the aisle between the pews, down through the trap door behind the altar and into the underbelly of the abbey. Dew's heart is in his throat, hot anticipation prickling down his spine, his cock already chubbing up behind his zipper. He knows what Mountain wants now, without a shadow of a doubt.

It's a long walk through the cool, twisting halls, down a few flights of unevenly worn stone steps, made even longer by the tension twisting sweetly through his veins, before they finally reach the heavy oaken double doors of the chamber. Mountain doesn't release Dew's arm, instead choosing to heft the wooden bar one-handed. He tosses it aside with a loud, echoing clatter, and shoulders the door open. He tugs Dew in with him and doesn't give him a chance to light even one brazier before he hauls the door closed behind them. 

It shuts with a heavy, sullen crash and leaves them in near-complete darkness. 

Light? Yes or no, Dew says, the details of the room steadily becoming clear as his eyes adjust quickly to the darkness. He's not sure how many words of his own Mountain has right now, but he suspects it's not many. Not after days of this expectant tension, of Mountain undoubtedly working himself up to stew in daydreams of this moment.

"No." Mountain's voice echoes in the otherwise silent room, reverberating off the bare stone walls of the ritual chamber, rough like he hasn't used it in days. It's entirely probable he hasn't. It's easier for him to press his thoughts and intentions into the consciousness of other ghouls; it's always been harder for him to speak out loud, even in their Ghoulish tongue. The fact that he chooses to do so now sends a heady thrill through Dew, something that doubles and stretches deep into his belly as he glances further into the room at the stone altar. It sits centered on the dais, quiet and waiting. The silent stone seems to call to him, the same as it always does every time Dew steps into this room, his muscles itching and aching to carry him towards it.

It takes effort to drag his attention back to Mountain; the sound of his breathing is suddenly loud in his ears, filling every corner of the space with each harsh drag of air through his lungs. Dew doesn't need to see his face to know how badly he needs this.

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Minimum Distance, Chapter 2

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Obiyuki Trope Madness 2024, Championship: Undercover as Lovers

Feathers might settle on silk, but Obi’s heart is still taking flight, pounding in triple time as Doc takes her eyes off him, tipping back her chin to show off the spray of freckles beneath her jaw, right where the most delicate part of her skin stretches to cover her pulse. There’s a part of him that knows he should be worried about the man at the door, that he should already be composing a plan to get not only her but Ryuu out of this house, global lockdown or not, but—

But there’s another, louder part that sees an invitation. That got the fucking Save-the-Date from Doc anteing up that whole dance across the carpet and has some real opinions about just how well her skin would hold a mark. Who is really stumping for him to test some hypotheses about how freckles taste.

Telling it to shut up isn’t hard. Just another Tuesday here in paradise.

“Well…” Her neck stretches just a fit further, straining the limits of her voice, but she finally gets the door in her sight. Takes a minute one she’s got it to worry at her lip, leaving the barest, babiest dints behind, the kind he’d love to feel against his— “I guess I should go get that.”

Obi sits back on his knees, staring. She’s real confident for a girl who wanted to switch rooms one shower ago. “Doc, shouldn’t you— hngh?”

She wriggles, hips not just worming but also squirming right beneath him, and it’s doing something both wonderful and terrible to the wiring up and his brain. Real light show right where his lizard ancestors party down.

Doesn’t mean he was born her bodyguard yesterday though. Grandpa Gator might be personally projecting the world’s sexiest powerpoint presentation, but Obi’s already shifting, one of his thighs catching under hers, trapping it up between his knee and elbow. Gets her wrists for good measure too, both of them bound up in one hand, ignoring her surprised little whine when he pins them to the mattress.

That’s Bodyguarding 101 when it comes to Doc: can’t trust any of those little interested noises when he’s got his hands on her. Her interest in manhandling is purely academic; with only two geriatrics to keep an eye on her as a kid, anything more physical than a side hug registers as a novel experience. A real Only Child Problem.

Imagine that, being the only kid in the house. Absolutely buckwild.

“Wasn’t the whole point of swapping rooms so that you wouldn’t be getting any midnight rendezvous from that creep?” he growls, frustration itching just beneath his skin, deep enough he can’t scratch.

“Well, yes,” she allows, back flat against the mattress. She couldn’t be more thoroughly bed-bound if he tied her to it— which, god, he should really not be thinking about right now. Not when he’s got his knee between her legs and all that’s between him and skin is some skimpy teddy. It’s got the same sort of effect on him as a whole bottle of tequila: absolutely devastating for the parts of his brain involving high function, excellent for his circulatory health. “But there’s no problem now, if you’re here.”

There’s actually a bunch of problems— most of which start and end with his body’s sudden interest in showing off what sort of improvements this new three mile jog habit has made on his dick game— but there’s still the overhanging stuck in this dude’s smart house for the foreseeable future and we don’t know what his long game is. Short game, though, seems pretty fucking clear.

“Doc,” he hisses, leaning close enough everything but her eyes blurs, like that guy who painted haystacks for a living. “That doesn’t mean he won’t try to—”

“Um, hello?” There’s another knock, more insistent this time, and god, this guy might be some…pharmaceutical savant or whatever, but it doesn’t seem like anyone ever bothered to teach him how to read a damn room. “Are you there, or…?”

Doc’s mouth thins, her jaw getting that stubborn set it does when she’s about to haul off and jump out a window, but she doesn’t move. Doesn’t even squirm under him, just lays there, staring up at the ceiling, brow all furrowed and—

And that’s why he doesn’t even see the pillow coming. He barely has time to register she’s slipped a wrist free— right through the gap between his thumb and fingers, the minx— before a pound of down feathers takes him right out. He keeps his grip, fingers locked around the only wrist he’s got left, but all his air being replaced with eiderdown doesn’t do much for his stability— a fact Doc’s all too ready to exploit, using their momentum to put him right on his back.

Damn. Probably should have seen it coming. Taught her that one himself right after that whole clusterfuck with Umihebi, along with a few of the less brutal takedowns in his repertoire.

Instead he’s left breathless, trying to win a wrestling match with the pillow over his windpipe— a fight he could win, if she wasn’t clambering down him the whole time, rubbing bits of her over parts of him primed to pay attention. A solid toss knocks the thing back— right in time to catch a flash of strawberry-print cotton as she dismounts, scurrying toward the door.

It shouldn’t do anything. Not when he could write his own dissertation on the classification of every shade and shape of bush. But apparently his dick hasn’t gotten the memo on that one, stretching both his credulity and his waistband before he slams the pillow over his crotch, adding a new shade of blue to his vocabulary.

By the time he’s got any mind to stop her, Doc’s already peeking her head through the door, telling number twelve of the Forbes Fifty Under Fifty, “Excuse me…it’s really late?”

“O-oh, Shirayuki. Yes, of course. It is late. Very late. It’s just, you see…” From this angle he can’t see the guy’s face, just the nervous fluttering of his hands, like two drunk birds trying to fuck their way out of chimney. “I think there may be some…misunderstanding? Are you, er…?”

Alone, that’s what this asshole is trying to say. Because that’s how he wants her: vulnerable. How all these rich jackasses seem to think she should be. And here he is, trapped on this bed as thoroughly as if Doc were holding him down, debating whether she’s in enough trouble to saunter up and risk showing off just what sort of heat he’s packing.

He stifles a groan. This is how it’s always gonna be, isn’t it? Finding some new way to live his life on the edge, no matter how cushy the gig is; as strung out on her as anything that came in a little plastic baggy.

“Am I…?” Doc leans out the door, her weight shifted over her feet-- the perfect way to be snatched off them-- and that’s enough to get him off the bed.

Big Pharma’s prodigal son had seen fit to provide every room with one of those cushy bathrobes, even nicer than the ones he steals from every hotel where the Big Boss sets them up, each one monogrammed with their initials in the nicest, curliest cursive. Obi doesn’t know just how this guy decided which of his aliases to use, but he’s glad to have something on hand that might do a better job of obscuring what gray cotton won’t.

There’s not enough time for him to be strategic about it— he just strings it across his shoulders and knots the belt over his waist, hoping velvet is heavy enough for even his circulatory system to struggle against. By the glance Rugilia gives him when he leans behind Doc in the doorway, all casual menace, before his eyes drop straight to his crotch—

It isn’t. But that guy still looks away first, flushed right past the collar of his stupid robe, so at least his dick’s overactive imagination has gone and paid off for once. Oh boy, just wait until Kiki hears about this one. Princess would put that shit right in the company newsletter.

“Want to explain what you’re doing here?” Obi hardly needs to fake the gravel in his voice. Doc might not have ridden him hard or put him away wet or anything, but it’s the closest he’s come in almost three years. “Standing around Doc’s door at the witching hour?”

“B-but…” Obi’s got a healthy dose of skepticism when it comes to these people with more zeroes in their bank account than brain cells in their head, but when Rugilia’s eyes widen, jaw going so slack he can see all the way back to his tonsils— well, he’s gotta say, it’s convincing. “But it’s supposed to be your room.”

Now it’s Doc’s turn to stare at him, and, well, that throws are few things about this night into perspective. Damn, too bad Master’s not still hanging around in the closet— he could use a reminder that Obi’s still a hot commodity. “So, you’re here for me?”

It’s flattering, even if this stick figure isn’t his type. Certainly the most aggressive come-on he’s had in a while. He might even think about it, if he wasn’t on the job. Sometimes a boy likes to be chased, after all.

“N-no, wait, that’s— that’s not what I meant.” Rugilia might be huffing and puffing now, glaring at the both of them like it’s their fault they found him caterwauling outside their door like a hard-up tom, but Obi doesn’t miss the way his eyes keep drifting south of his equator. “Oh, honestly, if you two want to— to! You could have just said you wanted a room together.”

Doc clears her throat, guilty. “We were, um…trying to, ah…be discreet?”

“Discreet? Whatever for?” He crosses his arms, flushed. “At least then I would have known to check the cameras before I came down to—”

“Cameras?” Obi asks, but it’s too late, Doc’s already barreling ahead with, “We haven’t told the company we’re dating!”

Rugilia blinks, eyebrows bumping blindly over his nose. “Do your departments really work closely enough that you have to?”

Doc’s looking at him, like he’s got his finger on the pulse of these fraternization regs for some reason, but he’s still stuck on— this guy really thinks he’s a lawyer. This guy looks at the scar cutting across his naked chest and the other riding high by his hairline and sees four year college. Sees another three years post-grad at least, internships, sees passing the goddamn bar—

“Anyway, I wasn’t coming here to be a…er…pest,” Rugilia continues, suddenly as confident in his bathrobe as he would be in a three-piece suit. “I had a favor to ask.”

Right, this guy came here for a reason. Even if it wasn’t to take advantage of the California King situation past this door, this guy is up to something. Something that involves Doc. “Listen, Doctor Lyon doesn’t—”

“Oh, ha! I didn’t mean Shirayuki!” Rugilia waves his hand, utterly disarming— until he fixes his stare on Obi. “I’m here for you, Mr Won.”

Well, he didn’t have that on his eccentric billionaire bingo card tonight. “Uh.” He steps back, making space. “Then come in, I guess.”

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silver and moonstone snippet

Joffrey alone did not ask her why she came early to Dragonstone.

He had more important things on his mind.

“Again,” he said, hands pressed together as if praying, the furrow in his brow deep enough to call a canyon. She looked down at him from her perch on the crook of Vyper’s leg, her brows raised and a smile playing at her mouth. “Have him do it again.”

Visenya clucked her tongue.

Vyper heaved a great sigh of annoyance, then lifted his tail and let it fall back onto the rocks of the beach with enough force to jostle her a little.

“That!” Joffrey cried, pointing as if she’d missed it. “That! How do you do that without speaking?”

“Blood magic,” she said, airily. “He has eaten of my flesh and drunk of my blood, so now we have one mind and one soul to share.”

Joffrey’s eyes went round as saucers, lips parting in childish wonder, and, somewhere to the left, Jace called, “she is jesting, Joff!”

“Are you sure?” she called, cocking her head to listen. A grin grew slow over her face when only silence came back, and, by the time Jace came around Vyper’s head to enter her view, she was barely fighting off a fit of laughter.

He tipped his head back to glare at her; she liked being able to look down on him from this height, short as he was even a fortnight away from seventeen. He made such a deal of the hair of height he had on her that any advantage was more than welcome. Those big brown eyes narrowed, his curls whipping about in his face from the wind; he’d used oils and pastes to straighten them out for ages, but Visenya’s relentless mockery had finally worn him down into letting them loose.

People would whisper he was Harwin’s bastard with or without the curls, after all, and at least this was he did not look so damned foolish.

“I am sure,” he said, not sounding it. “And you should not make such jokes around children!”

“I said far worse things around you when you were eight, and you turned out fine.”

“That’s not what she means to say,” Luke said, sidling into view on Jace’s heels with a smirk pasted on his face and a snicker already falling from his mouth. He tossed an arm over his elder brother’s shoulder, leaned in close with comically wide eyes, and said, “what she means is: pry the stick from your arse, Jacaerys.”

Thirteen now, but he still looked a babe to her. It did not matter that the baby fat was slowly leaving his face, that he was rapidly approaching matching her and Jace in height, that the maesters suspected he would be as tall as Harwin Strong before all was said and done. Little, little Luke, her little god, with her ring still worn around his finger and fingertip callouses from drawing the bow she’d given him.

Jace shoved him off with a huff, and Luke allowed himself to be thrown. He draped himself over Joffrey instead, arm curling around his neck as he pulled him into a loose headlock. “You’ll have to feed Tyraxes bits and pieces if you ever want him to heed you,” he teased. “A goblet of blood should do for the first flight, no, Enya?”

“Oh, more than enough. Little boy’s blood is sweet as can be, anymore will give him a stomachache.”

“I gave Arrax a nibble from my arm,” Luke said, somberly, drawing away to briefly flap one arm up and down. “Why do you think I am always wearing clothes with long sleeves?”

“Lucerys!” Jace barked, and Luke ducked quickly to whisper something in Joffrey’s ear that turned him white as a sheet. His little eyes blinked furiously a few times, and he turned a horrified look to Jace just as Luke darted away from his brothers and hauled himself up Vyper’s leg to perch beside Visenya.

“Too bold on a dragon not yours,” she said, and he rolled his eyes and shoved her until she twisted her legs about to give him more room.

“What’s yours is mine,” he said, ever a prince, and, with all the maturity of a princess of twenty, she stuck out her tongue.

“They are only teasing, Joff,” Jace said, exasperated, and Visenya and Luke peered back down at the sand. “You’ll not have to give him anything for a first flight, nor to make him heed you without speaking. It comes with practice, is all.”

Joffrey’s shoulders slumped with relief, and he turned his look of childish innocence up towards his eldest brother. “So Vermax did not bite off your cock before she let you fly?”

Jace’s face went through several emotions in a very short period of time, but Visenya fell so quickly into hysterics that she did not catch a single one.

“No,” he finally squawked, face flaming, and then he spun on them with an outraged, “Luke!”

“The stick,” Luke said, his own cackles warping his words to the point that she only barely understood then. “Take it out, Jace!”

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hello! are you listening to any podcasts right now? and if so, which?

hi! im in a total podcast slump rn to be completely honest 😭 i keep trying to listen to mabel and then flaming out. im gonna get there eventually tho!! I also wanna give i am in eskew and the silt verses another shot, although neither grabbed me the first time i tried listening.

also you didn’t really ask but im going to take this opportunity to recommend all my favorite podcasts:

wolf 359: sci-fi comedy about a group of people and a sentient ai stuck on a space ship 7.5 light years from earth. capitalism is evil. aliens are real. there’s a plant monster in the air ducts. if you haven’t listened go listen rn. it takes a bit to get going but once it does it’s so fucking good.

the adventure zone: balance: mcelroy dnd podcast. it’s all dick jokes and shenanigans right up until you’re crying. my pro tip is to listen to it on 1.5-2x speed.

the magnus archives: this was the first podcast i properly got into and it will always have a special place in my heart. horror anthology with an overarching plot. martin blackwood i love you.

king falls am: i struggle to actually rec this podcast bc of how problematic it is at times and how it’s unfinished (bc of infighting among the creators lmaoo). however if you’re willing to wade thru sporadic racism and sexism, stupid overarching plots, and general tasteless jokes, it’s got a genuinely great cast of characters and a super fun vibe. it’s night vale but there are two radio hosts, a believer and a skeptic. the town is super wacky, it’s really funny, and it’s got a delightful cast of quirky background characters. plus a musical episode. lily wright i love you.

directive: super short sci-fi about a man charged with taking care of the sleeping/hibernating passengers on a long haul space flight with only an ai for company. don’t wanna say more than that, you should just go listen for yourself. it’s quite good, made me cry, and you can knock it out in an afternoon.

shoutout to welcome to night vale as well though everyone already knows about that one.

also shoutout to lexicon valley (rip) and my brother my brother and me, my favorite nonfiction podcasts

anyway if any of these sound interesting (to anyone!) im happy to say more about them!!

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Prompt: Dad Cad and his kids coming home/caught sneaking home drunk for the first time. They got it from their mom. Hilarity ensues. A hint of walk of shame maybe? 🤔

The Bounty Hunter’s Guide to: Breaking Curfew

Summary: In which the Little Lady stays out a little late, Bambi operates flight machinery under the influence, and Bane nearly wears a rut in the floor.

Pairing: Cad Bane x F!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Rating: General.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, nonconsensual drug use

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Bane has spent an unhealthy amount of time taming his nervous tics. He's as cool as can be at all times -- no lip biting, no finger tapping, no pattern to his toothpick gnawing. He is completely unreadable in the face of an adversary.

...in the face of two missing kids, however, he might as well be a neon billboard.

His leg joggles. He drums his fingertips together. He bats his toothpick between the corners of his mouth with his tongue.

He wishes you were here and not out burgling trade secrets from an arms manufacturer. You'd know what to do. You're much better with the whole 'kids will be kids' thing. You call it mother's intuition but as far as he's concerned, it's extrasensory.

Like when you let the kids walk to the corner store for the first time. They took a bit too long getting home and he was convinced they'd been kidnapped. Turns out there was construction and they had to take a detour.

Or when they stole his gun belt. He was furious, but you told him to cool it. Turns out they were getting a nicer one made and needed the sizing right.

Somehow, you're always right about these things. He could use that assurance.

Part of him is relieved it's both of them missing and not just the Little Lady. Cold, perhaps, but she's fifty kilos soaking wet and just as pretty as you are. An easy target for an unsavory type.

Bambi, on the other hand, is sixteen years old, already taller than his daddy, and built like an upside down tortilla chip. He’s more than capable of protecting his big sister.

They're probably fine. He knows this. And yet here he sits, bouncing his leg and tapping his fingers and chewing his toothpick. 

Sometimes he wonders when he went so damn soft. Was it when you handed him his son, minutes old and still covered in blood and amniotic fluid? Was it when he first laid eyes on the Little Lady, small and sweet and unmistakably his?

No, it was when he gave you that head start on Nal Hutta, all those years ago. Just moments after he fell ass over teakettle for you.

A hard thunk from the balcony catches his attention. He jumps to his feet, hand hovering above his blaster.

He sneaks over to the door and silently slides it open. He steps out and into the shadows. The sun is just barely peeking over the horizon and there's still plenty of dark to conceal him.

A pale blue light grows brighter, accompanied by angry, slurred muttering. "...piece o' shit railin' an' boots an' fuck-all everythin' everywhere..."

The second voice is more enunciated. “Just shut up and try to stay even.”

A pair of thin hands grab the railing, and the Little Lady hauls herself atop the railing. She reaches downwards, but is rebuffed. Bambi tries to swing a gangly leg over the railing, only to get himself stuck. He taps at his wristcom to deactivate his boots, and the blue glow fades.

Bane watches him try to get over the railing. Slurred words, lack of coordination... The kid's drunk as an acid skunk.

The Little Lady tries to help, but Bambi shoos her away. “ ‘m fine. I can do it--”

“You’re gonna fall and break your neck is what you're gonna do,” she replies.

“ ‘m fine. S’all fine,” he slurs. He gets himself upright enough to straddle the railing. He lets out a dopey giggle. “Heh. Speeder. Nyoom...!”

He starts to tip and the Little Lady darts her hand out to snatch him by the back of the collar. "Shut up before Daddy hears you," she hisses.

And there's his cue. He tosses his toothpick away. "Li'l late fer dat," he says, stepping out of the shadows.

The Little Lady yips in surprise and whirls around. Bambi tries to reach for his blaster, but he's not wearing his holsters and he grabs air. He twists to find them and falls backwards over the balcony without a sound.

The Little Lady's hands fly to her mouth and her eyes go wide. "Oh shit."

Bane touches her shoulder to calm her. He tosses his chin at Bambi rising back over the balcony, a little rattled but no worse for wear.

"I knew it!" His hover is unsteady, and he struggles to keep himself upright. "Yer tryna flip-icide me!"

Bane raises a brow. He watches carefully as Bambi gets up and over the edge, landing in a heap of gangly limbs on the ground. Satisfied that the boy is safe, he turns his attention back to the Little Lady.

"Yer curfew's midnight," he says simply.

She bristles slightly. "It's not my fault!" she says. "He kept wandering off and I had to chase after him." The bristles fade as she crosses her arms. "He's completely zonked. He can barely walk."

Bambi makes a horrific retching noise, and the putrid smell of acid fills the air.

Bane's stomach churns, but he keeps his own dinner down. "Get one of de shitty towels and meet me in de downstairs 'fresher."

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He feels a bit bad throwing Bambi into a cold shower fully clothed. But it'll wash him off and sober him up enough to function.

At least his whining is funny.

"Why do you hate me," Bambi grumbles, looking for all the galaxy like a kicked puppy.

Bane snickers to himself. "Suck it up."

"You suck it up." Bambi tries to grab a bar of soap -- your citrus-scented one, Bane notices -- only for it to shoot out of his grip. He grabs it again, only for the same thing to happen. He gives Bane a pathetic look. "Soap's broke."

Maker's sake. "Arms up, kid."

Bambi obeys and Bane lifts the shirt up and over his head. Tossing it into the laundry, he grabs the soap and gets to work.

He intends to manhandle the boy a bit. Treat him like everybody else he's had to clean up after a rowdy night out. Rough in his scrubbing and half-ass it enough to make it clear he'd done it begrudgingly. 

But he doesn't.

A gentle touch comes unbidden, the same he used when Bambi was five years old and so sick with virid flu that he couldn't even keep water down. You had put him in the bathtub while you called a doctor, leaving Bane to mind him.

The poor kid was too exhausted to even cry. Just sit there and stare sadly at his little feet, eyes puffy from a lack of sleep, and occasionally retch up nothing.

Bane gave that boy the greatest bath of all time. Used the nicest soap, the softest washcloth, the warmest water. Bambi was dead asleep when the doctor finally showed up, bundled in a fluffy towel and smelling like a rose bush.

But Bambi isn't a baby anymore, and Bane knows this. He just cleans what he has to as gently as he can -- chest, neck, and chin.

Bambi doesn't say a word for a long time. Bane thinks it's out of embarrassment until he actually does speak.

"S'not my fault," he murmurs. "Only had two... But the secon' one wass... Had t’ve been spiked. Hit like a freighter."

"Gotta watch what ya drink, boy."

The retort comes in the form of a snore. Bane looks up to see Bambi's eyes closed and his jaw slack. His chest rises and falls in rhythm.

He can't help but chuckle. Switching off the shower, he leaves the boy to sleep it off.

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Like you, the Little Lady eats when she's troubled. Also like you, she tends to go for cold cuts straight from the package. Today, it's the capicola.

He catches her mid chew, her eyes going wide as her jaw stops moving. A little spray of green dusts her cheeks, and she swallows. "So ya gonna rip me a new one, or...?"

"Don't see why I should." He peels a slice of the meat from the butcher paper and takes a bite. "Ain't yer fault yer brother got drugged."

She slumps. "It was meant for me," she says quietly. "The guy brought us two beers and I gave Bambi the one meant for me, just in case." She picks at the edge of the paper. "It wasn't right, I know, but the guy was greasy and I couldn't figure out a way to get rid of it and Bambi's got a hundred pounds on me--"

"Yer brother's smarter'n he looks," he says. "He probably knew and did it anyways 'cause he knew he could take it."

The Little Lady lets out a breath like she'd been holding it all night. "You think?"

He nods and eats another slice of capicola. "Ask him in de mornin'," he says. He levels a finger at her. "Regardless, ya owe him one."

She nods. "I know." She examines a slice of meat. "Are you gonna tell Momma?"

"What's it worth to ya?"

The Little Lady narrows her eyes. "You're seriously asking for hush money?"

He gives her a wry smile. "Doesn't have to be money. Could be time, could be a favor..."

"I already owe Bambi a favor," she grumbles. "And I don't like owin' too many people favors at de same time, so I got no choice. How much ya want?"

It always makes him laugh when he sees himself in her. The voice of an old crook, coming from the mouth of a young teenybopper. "Most I'll ask for is yer allowance," he says. "Somethin' like thirty creds?"

She curls her lip, but snatches her purse from its hook and roots through it. She finds the credits and plunks them down on the table. Shoving a piece of capicola into her mouth, she glowers half-heartedly at him as she chews.

He chuckles and pockets the money. "Pleasure doin' business, li'l lady."

"Up yer nose," she grumbles.

He decides to let that one slide.

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MINORS DNI

This started as one idea and quickly ran in a different direction

Tendou Satori x Reader; not explicit smut, but it is mentioned; fluff; gn!reader, reader's sex is not mentioned or alluded to, nor are their genitals; switch!Satori; switch!reader; mentions of/ideations to missionary sex, public sex, assisted masturbation

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Tendou's the kind of boyfriend who will nuzzle into your face with his nose, the tip of it running across your temple, your cheekbone, your jaw; it all depends on where he is beside you at the moment. Don't worry, he won't make a scene or embarrass you in public with the nuzzling. He pays super close attention to the citizens around you, if you're both out and about. Japan isn't big on pda, but Tendou sure is lol

The man wants to be touching you 24/7, not because he's a pervert, but because the two of you don't get to see each other much. Your job keeps you in Japan and his in France. You have no idea how often he dreams about living in the same apartment together, going grocery shopping, reading manga, you name it, he's had The Dream ™.

You're in bed together, tangled up in each other, Satori balls deep inside you, his nose pressed into your temple, his breath hot on your cheek when you mention a job opportunity in France. His long, thin dick flexes inside you as he pauses, his breath caught in his throat.

"I'll have to go through the interview process at work, but if I get it, that means I'll be moving within the year," you say, slightly out of breath yourself, "so we would be able to see each other more, if you wanted."

Tendou moaned. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, how cute you are, asking him for his permission to move closer to him like he hasn't wanted to climb into your skin since the first day you walked into the classroom and laughed at his jokes in high school. As if he didn't already want to kiss you silly without needing to plan an entire plane ride around it. As if he hadn't impulse bought a bunch of kitchen appliances because you mentioned some food at restaurants that sounded good that he wanted to try to make for you.

Tendou placed his forehead against yours to look you in the eyes. "Please do. Please," he begged, running the tip of his nose against the bridge of yours, rolling his hips slowly into your pelvis, impaling you gently over and over, caressing your insides and your face as he kissed you senseless.

The waiting was the worst!! The two of you waited for the interview, waited for the second interview, waited for the results, waited for the location, waited for the tickets, waited for the flight. Fuck waiting for the apartment, Tendou's got a perfectly good one 45 minutes from your office! You don't even have to drive, the metro is right there and it's always on time!

Your boss gave you a month to prepare your living arrangement, but since it was already taken care of, you got to enjoy a little vacation with Tendou. Sure, you had to go buy a couple things from the store, but honestly, Satori went out and bought a TON before you even bought the plane ticket. Hell, he even made the guest bedroom your office, moving his smaller manga bookshelves into the den. Both of your parents could stay in a hotel nearby when they came to visit, at least until the two of you decided on a bigger apartment (maybe) or bought a hideaway bed (also maybe).

Thank goodness France was more accepting of pda, because even at the store, Tendou couldn't keep his hands off you. Whether it was a wide palm on your lower back, his fingers wrapped around yours, his nose against your cheekbone, Satori needed to touch you or he might just DIE.

Okay, he was exaggerating, but knowing you were with him for the long haul meant he got to hold you every night and his brain was drowning in endorphins, begging him to cling to you harder and longer. It took everything he had not to wrench your clothes off of your body right there in the middle of the office supply store and fill you with his fingers, to feel your pulse jump, his face buried in your neck.

You'd barely made it to the few reservations you set because he would cling to you, wrapped around you like a koala, stealing every ounce of heat from your vulnerable body laid out so comfortably in your shared bed. And how could you scold him when he looked up at you, his fox-like eyes so bright and dazzling that you wanted to make them glitter all day every day, as you stroked his cock shallowly with one hand because he couldn't stand to disentangle himself from around your side.

While not every day could be bliss, it was hard to focus on the bad when you got to come home to each other, a warm bed, eager hands, and hot meals shared between you both.

With you by his side, every day felt like paradise.