#ok it's 2am two of these were very long

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Spiders Sister - Chapter 4

Summary: Reader goes shopping with Pepper, Wanda and Nat. It ends a bit early though when reader starts to struggle with her senses.

TW: overstimulation, flirting, speeding, domestic fluff (hehe)

Words: 3.8K

A/n I changed the floor layout my bad. Also, I planned like 16 chapters of this fic so far and there will probs be more. Now i’m just worried I’ll end up loosing interest and not finishing it 😭 and I’ve been up since 2am. I slept for two hours 💀

After a dinner of pizza and other takeaway foods Tony had bought, Wanda and you headed back to the floor with Peters room.

Stepping out of the lift Wanda led you to where you had been staying for the past few days while Nat went ahead to your new room put sheets on your bed.

Your room would be on the same floor as Natasha and Wanda’s. It was also where Yelena and Kate stayed when they were in town as well as Carol when she was on earth.

You reached the door and headed into peters room. It didn’t take long to gather your things. You grabbed the backpack with some clothes in it, all of which were dirty by now as well as your tablet, computer and sketching supplies.

Once you had shoved most of it into the bag and had your laptop in your arms you followed wanda back out the door.

Despite your very comprehensive tour of the compound, you still didn’t know where you were going.

Wanda and you got back into the lift and set out for your new room.

The lift was filled with idle chatter as Wanda caught you up on the avengers love lives. Tony and pepper were together while the rest were still living the bachelor life.

Feeling a little bold you decided to ask her.

“What about you?” You asked. “Are you seeing anyone?” You clarified when she shot you a confused look.

“Not currently.” Wanda said studying the rarely used buttons on the lift. Jarvis often did all of that for you.

“Ok cool.” You said before stuttering. “I mean not ‘cool’ but its not uncool” you began rambling only cut off by the angelic sound of Wanda’s giggles.

Your cheeks were rosy as she smiled at you.

“Your cute when your flustered.” She said with a wink just as the doors opened and she stepped out. You were frozen for a second before gathering yourself and following her out half a pace behind.

As you trailed after Wanda down the halls she turned to look over her shoulder at you. “You coming sweetheart?” She asked and you nodded speeding up your steps to walk beside her.

As you rounded another corner she slowed. “This is my room.” Wanda said gesturing to a closed door. “And that’s Nat’s.” She gestured to the door next to hers. “This is your room.” She said walking down to the door halfway between Wanda’s and Natasha’s on the opposite side of the hallway.

The door to your room was open as Nat was sat on your freshly made bed with a grin.

“Wondering when you were getting here.” Natasha smirked making Wanda roll her eyes at her.

You stepped into the room. It was large with a king bed and huge windows that let in natural light, or at least it would if it was daytime. It was past evening now and almost nine pm. The New York skyline was just as beautiful, however.

You set your bag and laptop down on the desk before sitting down next to Natasha on the bed.

The walls were white and grey. There was a big desk near the windows and a bedside table on each side of the bed. A door was off to the side which you assumed led to a bathroom. There was also a second door which must have been a wardrobe. Other than a lamp on the bedside and a Tv mounted on the wall, the room was bare.

“We’ll get thing to decorate when we go shopping tomorrow.” Nat said almost as if she could read your mind. More likely she could read your expression and body language.

“Sounds perfect.” You said with a smile.

“Do you have clothes you can sleep in tonight?” Wanda asked and you shuffled your feet before looking up at her.

“Er… no?” You said.

“Are you asking me or telling me sweetheart?” Wanda asked coyly making a blush rise on your cheeks.

“Telling?” You said still sounding unsure of yourself.

“Very well then. I’m sure Nat and I can find something for you to sleep in for tonight.” Wanda said looking to Nat for her opinion. The widow nodded and you felt yourself relax slightly.

“Thank you guys. I wasn’t looking forward to wearing dirty clothes in a clean bed tonight.’ You said sighing in relief.

“Are all your clothes dirty?” Nat asked eyeing your backpack.

“Yeah.” You huffed.

“We’ll find you something to wear tomorrow as well then, just until we can sort out some new clothes and laundry. Sound good?” Nat asked and you nodded.

“Yes, thank you.” You said.

“No need to thank us darling. Your quite welcome.” Nat purred and you felt yourself resist a shiver as her words danced close to your ear. The hair on the back of your neck swaying slightly under her breath as your skin tingled with the heat of her words.

You swallowed trying to regain your composure much to both women’s amusement.

“T-thanks.” You stuttered.

“Already said that darling.” Wanda chuckled and your blush deepened.

“Your so easy to mess with.” Nat said laughing from beside you.

You just glared at them and went to take the things out of your backpack while Wanda and Natasha left to find some clothes for you in their cupboards.

You had just finished setting down the last of your art supplies on the desk when Nat walked in loosely holding a faded black shield T-shirt that immediately knew was hers from how worn it looked. It also looked to be almost two sizes too big for Nat, so you shot her a questioning look.

She shrugged. “Its comfier to sleep in when its too big, and it kept the other boys I trained with back in the day from being able to stare at my ass.” She said with a wink.

“Whats this about Nat’s ass?” Wanda said walking in with a sly grin as your cheeks heated and you buried your face in your hands with a groan.

You heard the two of them high-five and rolled your eyes.

“Here.” Wanda said and you felt the bed dip beside you.

Wanda was holding out a pair of red track-pants which you took with a smile.

A second later Nat threw the shirt at you with a laugh as it landed on your head. You pulled it off and glared at her.

“You’re a menace.” You declared and Wanda hid a giggle behind her hand.

“Sure thing sweet cheeks.” Nat said rolling her eyes. “Now it’s bed time kiddo.” She said and motioned for wanda to leave as well.

“Im not a kid Romanoff.” You said and she smirked at the use of her last name, having been able to get under your skin successfully.

Wanda cuffed Nat but she ducked and took off down the hall. Wanda rolled her eyes and sighed. “Ignore her, she’s been drinking too much coffee lately.” Wanda said and bid you goodnight before retreating to capture the other redhead and force her to sleep.

You grinned at the shut door like a lovesick puppy before shaking yourself out of it. You changed into the clothes which smelt like them and made you feel safe.

Sliding under the sheets and getting comfy, you listened to the hallways to see if anyone was coming back. When you were met with silence, you reached over your backpack and pulled out a small white stuffed teddy.

Curling up with it under your arm, you buried your face in Nat’s shirt and fell asleep thinking of the two pretty redheads down the hall.

The next morning you were up bright and early. Having slept well for the first time in weeks.

You found your way to the communal kitchen just in time to run into Natasha who was coming back from early morning training in the compound gym.

“Hi Y/n/n.” Nat said smiling as she went to grab a bottle of cold water from the fridge.

“Morning Natty.” You said with a smile.

“You're in a good mood.” Nat said looking amused as she took a big swig from the water bottle in her hands.

“Yep.” You said popping the P.

“Do you know if Wanda’s up?” Nat asked and before you could respond someone else did for you.

“I’m up.” Wanda said entering the kitchen.

“Morning.” You smiled.

“Morning Y/n. Who wants breakfast?” Wanda asked gravitating to the pots and pans in the drawers beside you.

“I’ll have some.” You said with a smile as you took a seat by the counter.

“Put me down for some too, I’m just going to go and have a shower before breakfast then we can head out ok?” Nat said as she refilled the water bottle and put it back in the fridge.

“Sounds good.” Wanda said as she began pulling things out of the fridge.

“Umm… where are we going today?” You asked feeling a little lost. Nat had already taken her leave for a shower so it was just you and wanda now.

“Don’t tell me you forgot?” Wanda said looking amused.

“Forgot … what? … exactly?” You asked.

“The girls shopping trip?” Wanda said.

“Oh yeah!” You exclaimed sitting up a little taller in a way that made Wanda’s heart stutter.

“So… how did you sleep?” Wanda asked.

“I slept well, how ‘bout you?” You asked watching as wanda beat the pancake batter within and inch of its life.

“Good, good. It’s a bit hit and miss some nights but last night wasn’t too bad.” Wanda said vaguely as she turned around the pour the batter into the pan.

After Nat returned and the three of you had eaten what could only be described as the best pancakes known to man, you got ready and headed for the garage.

Pepper was meeting you at the shopping centre a bit later after she sorted out some stark industries meetings this morning.

“You ready?” Wanda said putting an arm around your shoulders. You jumped in surprise making Nat laugh and Wanda frown.

“Too busy daydreaming there, Parker?” Nat asked with a grin, and you glared at her.

“No, just planning your murder.” You said with a wink before blow if her a kiss that made Nat roll her eyes at you.

“Alright, enough you two.” Wanda said giving you a small shove before punching Nat in the arm.

“Get in.” Nat said opening a door for you to the backseat and waving her hand toward the car's interior.

“This feels personal.” You grumbled as the two redheads took the front seat.

“It is.” Nat grinned as the engine hummed to life. You were taking one of Tonys’ many fancy, and very expensive cars. Nat’s favourite was the Bugatti La Voiture Noire, but it was only two seats, so you were left with the choice of a Mercedes Mayback or a Ford Mustang both of which had four seats.

In the end Nat had opted for the mustang and the three of you had piled in to head off.

With Nat driving you must have arrived in record time; it was no secret the redheaded assassin was a speed demon and Tony had begun framing her speeding tickets in the garage on the wall. The government always came to her aid if the police ever tried to take her license as it was argued she needed it to quote “save New York”

Of course, you hadn’t known this before hand and had let out a small scream as Nat took off at breakneck speed out of the garage.

One very fast car trip later the three of you were stood by the door the mall waiting for pepper to join you.

It had barely been five minutes before the last redhead showed up. Pepper was actually on time; Nat’s driving had just made you all early.

As pepper walked over Nat decided to tease her a little.

“Picking up on Tony’s habits there, pep?” Nat asked.

“Oh please.” Pepper rolled her eyes. “I’m the only reason he’s even at any of his meetings at all. Without me he wouldn’t just be late, he’d be missing.” She said and Nat laughed.

“True.” The assassin nodded.

“Alright, lets do this.” Pepper said smiling at you and Wanda.

The four of you headed into the mall. It was a little crowded but nobody seemed to mind. You just crossed your fingers that your spider senses stayed in check.

Pepper had barely made it ten feet in the door before she was dragging Natasha into a very expensive looking boutique.

This was how you spent the next hour. Pepper and Wanda dragged you and Natasha around, stopping at every pretty dress shop and expensive looking store in the complex.

After about an hour you were beginning to nurse a small headache and the tingle in the back of your mind told you all you needed to know for what was going to happen.

Nat had just stopped at a rack nearby before pulling wanda over to her. Holding out a dress you saw Wanda’s lips moving as she nodded, and Nat took the dress and disappeared into the change rooms.

It was a tight red cocktail dress and when Nat came back out to show it off you swear your jaw unhinged and landed on the floor.

It hugged her in all the right places.

Wanda was too busy ogling Nat to notice your reaction but pepper snorted a laugh before covering her mouth.

Nat pouted.

“What? Does it not look good?” Nat asked and you shot pepper a pleading look but she just smiled.

“No … no. I’d just say its … jaw dropping.” Pepper said winking at you as you glared at her with flushed cheeks.

“Yeah?” Nat asked raising an eyebrow and shooting you a look. “Then I guess I’ll have to get it then won’t i?” Nat said and you nodded eagerly. “Your lucky your cute Detka.” She said as she brushed past you on her way back to the change room. “Because your drooling.” She whispered in your ear and your blush darkened a good two shades of crimson.

Your headache was still getting worse and about a half hour later it was almost reaching full force.

You had found a dress and Nat was carrying four bags, one with a dress for you and her and the other three had a few random pieces of clothing for your day to day wardrobe and some room décor.

Just as you were beginning to think you wouldn’t be able to take anymore Wanda suggested the four of you get lunch from the café downstairs.

By now you were surprised none of them had noticed your discomfort, despite trying to hide it it was still bothering you.

The fluorescent strip lights that lit the mall were too bright and seemed to be burning your retinas with each blink.

The noise level despite not exceeding regular mall noise levels was almost deafening in your sensitive ears.

Even the mixed smells of fast food and perfumes was making your head swim.

Your headache pounded behind your eyes as well as almost throughout your full skull. There was a buzzing in your ears that sounded like the electricity in the walls that simply wouldn’t shut up.

Your stomach was rolling from the mixed smells and it was just too loud and too bright.

As you slid into the booth next to Nat, with wanda and pepper on the other side facing you, you resisted the urge to crawl under the table and cry.

Your headache thundered in your ears and pounded on your skull.

Your headache was in full force and Pepper must have noticed how quiet you were being as she looked you over with a knowing gaze.

She took note of your pinched brow and slightly sweaty forehead, how you were biting down on your lip and squinting. As well as how you flinched as someone in the café banged their cutlery against their plate.

Wanda noticed peppers look and was now looking at you too with a frown which drew Natasha’s eyes to you as well.

The conversation had reached a lull as all three women studied you. You were too zoned out to notice their attention all being on you.

“Y/n?” Wanda asked slowly.

“Yeah?” You said looking up and sounding absolutely wreaked.

“Are you ok?” Wanda said looking slightly worried.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You said not even believing your own words. Your voice was lathered in a tired tone. You shook your head while saying this only managing to anger your headache more as you winced and brought a hand to your head, squeezing your eyes shut tight.

Feeling nauseous you leant on nat and rested you head on her shoulder. Nat seemed almost surprised at your sudden desire for contact.

She held you close to her as your body relaxed into her side having no more energy to hold yourself up.

“Y/n?” Pepper asked softly.

“Mmm?” You hummed as you vaguely heard shuffling before you sensed someone close to you.

Opening an eye slightly you saw pepper crouching next to you.

“Y/n?” she asked softly. “Do you get the same thing peter does honey?” Her voice stayed low and quiet. You turned your face into Nat’s neck and weighed up your options before giving a small nod.

You miss the frown that adorns Wanda’s lips at the news that something was wrong and pepper seemed to know what it was despite you never having mentioned anything about this.

Pepper stood again and looked over at Nat and Wanda.

“She’ll be alright. Just stay here and I’ll be back. I’ll explain in a minute.” Pepper said and she took off in a brisk walk to a nearby shop.

After pepper had darted off she wove through the crowd and into a tech store, making a purchase before making one more stop and then hightailing it back to the café.

When she returned you’s seemingly not moved an inch while Wanda and Nat were talking in hushed tones. Nat had her arm around you and was holdin the back of your head into her neck as you seemed to be almost trembling from all the overstimulation.

When pepper came back Wanda sat a little straighter while Nat eyes the two new shopping bags pepper was carrying.

Pepper came to crouch beside you giving you a small nudge that set your skin on fire.

“Y/n?” She asked softly. “Can you look at me honey, you can keep your eyes shut, I promise these will help.” She said coaxing you out of Nat’s neck.

You faced her with your eyes squeezed shut as she slid a black pair of noise cancelling headphones over your ears and switching them on.

The blissful sound of quiet almost made you cry as your headache lessened. A moment later you felt pepper place something on your face before cautiously opening one eye to find the world dimmer and more tolerable.

Now decked out with the headphones and sunglasses you felt a lot better. You were exhausted and the headache was still present just less intense.

You watched as Wanda, Nat and Pepper conversed, the sound not reaching you. Pepper seemed to be explaining what was happening to them based off the sad look wanda gave you.

Pepper explained that your powers increased your senses, and that in the right conditions they were very helpful in fights. But were more than problematic in a domestic setting. She explained that it wasn’t unheard of for peter to get overstimulated when out or somewhere loud. She went on to tell them she recognised the look peter had when he tried to simple tough it out when they went out.

Wanda felt awful that your powers had caused you pain.

Nat however was already planning to talk to tony about getting something built to help.

Once pepper had explained the extent of the issue and some of the things that helped, the three seemed to change gears, looking to be making plans now instead.

After they had finished talking Pepper decided to try something.

She turned to face you and moved her hands to form some simple signs. Your face lit up in recognition.

*How are you feeling? * Pepper signed.

*tired* you signed back.

Nat and Wanda looked surprised.

“How did you know she knew sign?” Wanda asked.

“Peter seemed to know some when he first was with us.” Pepper explained. “I assumed Y/n might also know some if peter did.”

You could tell what they had asked. “My dad was hard of hearing. He taught us sign at a young age before … he died.” You said and pepper nodded.

*We are going to go home* pepper signed but you shook your head.

*you stay here, I’ll go. I don’t want to ruin things* you signed.

*nonsense* pepper signed and you knew based off Nat’s eyes she was following along.

Nat had learnt sign language from Clint in the academy when they were partners. Clint had insisted in case his hearing aid were ever damaged in a fight.

You sighed realising you weren’t going to win this one.

*ok* you signed and hesitated for a moment before continuing. *thank you*. You signed.

*your welcome* pepper signed back and Wanda offered her hand to you.

Holding Wanda’s hand, the four of you headed for the car park.

You felt bad for ruining the trip, but Nat shot you a look when she saw you getting lost in your head that banished all thoughts.

Once you were in the car, Wanda had insisted on driving. Nat was riding with pepper to try and find out more about what was going on. You kept the headphones and sunnies on the whole ride home as you zoned out slightly.

Wanda droves slowly so she didn’t throw you around while Pepper and Nat sped back to try and organise things for when you get back.

When you arrived, you were almost asleep leaning into the passenger door.

Wanda coaxed you out of the car and led you by the hand up the lift and down the hall to her room.

You were beyond exhausted as Wanda lifted the sheets and got you settled under the thick comforter.

She ordered Jarvis to dim the lights and soundproof the room. She thanked Tony for the added features in her mind as she felt you snuggle into her side.

A few moments later the door opened slightly to reveal Nat and Pepper peaking in.

“Is she asleep?” Nat asked and Wanda studied your breathing.

“Not yet.” Wanda responded.

“Well we have some pain meds for her.” Pepper said as they both came inside and handed wanda a glass of water.

After coaxing you into taking some medicine, you laid back down against Wanda was was massaging your head as you melted in her lap.

Pepper and Nat had dropped by Bruces lab to pick up peters pain meds for you before coming to Wanda’s room where Jarvis said they could find you.

You fell asleep not long after taking the medicine which had finally gotten rid of your headache.

[whoreforred]

Needs

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha had a very long week and needs to wind down with the help of a friend.

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding (N), praise kink, bottom!natasha, FWB

AN: This is my first fic!!! Also not a veteran on tumblr so the format could be weird im trying ok!!

The light from your bed-side lamp cascaded over the book you were reading. After a long week you always put some time aside to read so you could clear your head, even if it was at 2am. It was the best time to get lost in a book. The compound was nearly dead silent with only the sounds of light rain pinging on your window. Though you had been reading the book for a few hours now, you caught your mind drifting away from the pages and onto a certain red head.

You and Natasha's relationship was quite simple. If one of you had an itch to scratch, the other would scratch it. This sort of mutual understanding had been going on for quite some time now.

You kept trying to keep your eyes on the page and the books scenery in your mind, but the story kept slipping away. You reread the same page over and over trying to push your urges away, and just as you were about to give up your phone vibrated.

You looked off into the distance and a small smirk ran across your lips as you knew no one else but Natasha would text you at this hour.

You grabbed your phone and saw the message,

I need you.

You couldn't help but smile a little bit. It's like you and Natasha's bodies were in tune with one another.

You adjusted your boxers a bit as the text seemed to send some heat down to your core. It had been over a week since the last time the 'benefits' part of your friendship came into play. Even so you had hardly seen her besides a few passing glances at meetings. You knew it was because Fury had her on several cases that required a lot of paperwork, and no matter how many times you told Natasha to stand up for herself and set boundaries on the amount of work she could take, she never did.

You typed back,

the door is unlocked

You set your phone back down on the nightstand and let the anticipation set in.

You relaxed back into the leather of your chair and hoped she would be at your door sooner rather than later. But in the meantime you picked your book back up to pretend you were still following along.

Only a handful of minutes later the door to your room opened slowly and in stepped an exhausted assassin. She didn't make eye contact with you as she shut the door quietly and stayed there with her hand on the doorknob, lingering.

Just as you were about to ask her what she was doing she turned around and locked eyes with you. Those green eyes conveyed a very deep lust that you could read immediately. However, you didn't fail to notice her heavy eye bags.

You broke the gaze as your eyes traveled over her body and took in her figure. All she was wearing was an oversized flannel, barely buttoned up, with a pair of underwear. You nearly went slack jawed as you locked eyes with her yet again and she made her way over to you.

She gingerly took the book out of your hands, folded the page you were on so you wouldn't lose your place, and set it next to your phone.

She slowly climbed onto your lap and set her hands on your shoulders as she kept eye contact. Your hands found their way onto her hips and you gently squeezed.

At a near whisper, she said "I'm sorry I'm so needy", and at that your face screwed up in disbelief.

Your hands kneaded into her thighs and you lowly replied "don't ever apologize for having needs, Natalia." She pulled her bottom lip in slightly and finally broke eye contact to look down. You caressed her cheek and she looked back at you with hooded eyes. You closed the distance between the two of you to ghost your lips over hers. Her breath hitched at the intimacy. Just as you noticed her shallow breathing she closed the distance and kissed you hard. Her lips danced with yours and you inhaled her vanilla scent, wishing she had come to you sooner.

The pace remained slow and sensual as your hands traveled up her back and began to trace all of her muscles. Natasha felt something deep inside her begin to churn with every kiss from you. She had not seen you all week because of the mountains of paperwork, mission planning, and training she had to do. She needed a release. Bad. But she kept the pace slow, deep, romantic even, as she didn't have the energy to do much else.

Her hands began exploring your chest and she subconsciously began to grind into your lap. Both you and Natasha groaned into each others mouths at the sensation.

One of your hands came up to start unbuttoning her top while she moved down to your neck. Once she found your pulse point, she began to suck and a throaty groan left your mouth.

You pushed her back a little so you could remove her shirt. You slid it off her divine figure and discarded it to the floor. Her supple breasts were on full display for you and she leaned closer so you could touch. You kissed up the valley between her breasts and then up her throat as your hands finally found their way to her nubs. She let her head fall back and kept grinding into you as you left open mouthed kissed along her collarbone and your hands continued exploring her chest.

She moved slightly so that she was straddling only one of your legs, and when she began grinding you could feel just how wet she was.

"Miss me that much, Nat?" You said, smirking into her neck at the feeling of her coating your thigh.

"You have no idea", she purred as she wrapped her arms around your neck.

You held onto her lower back with one hand, the other lightly massaging her thigh. You ran your thumb over a scar, memorizing its texture and ridges. She moved to hide her head in your neck as she started to really grind her hips against you.

You placed kisses on her shoulder and used your hand on her back to guide her into you.

"That's it Nat, good girl" you growled into her ear.

She moaned loud at the praise and felt an immediate surge to her core. You knew what she liked to hear better than anybody.

Her movements picked up again and you knew she was approaching her release as her grip tightened around your neck, fingers intertwined with your hair.

She let out little moans at every thrust and you moved your arms around her mid to keep her from falling over. As you bear hugged her you turned your head towards her face to see the look of bliss she was wearing.

With her eyes screwed tight and her mouth agape she went silent but her movements continued, and this is when you knew she was right at the edge.

You whispered, "Come for me, detka."

At that her legs began to convulse as she let out a pornographic moan. You felt her juices release onto your leg and held her close as she rode out her high. You smiled to yourself and kissed her cheek while her breathing began to slow back to a steady pace.

Once she had completely come down and her movements totally stilled, you observed the sweat covering her body and tried to pull her hair away from her face. You rubbed her back as she cooled down from her endeavors.

After a few minutes you felt her shiver and that's when you picked her up and carried her over to your bed. As you laid her down she didn't make any protests and instead silently got under the covers. You got a rag to clean her up and helped her into a shirt she had left over a few weeks ago. She sunk back into the bed and let sleep take over her.

As you lay next to her you wondered the direction your relationship would go to and whether or not it would ever be serious. You didn't go a day without thinking of her beautiful red hair and forest green eyes. But for now you were content with leaving your door unlocked for her.

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Thank you so much for the response to my request <3. the fic was better then I could have hoped!!!!

I have a new request (but feel free to focus on the story themes you were wanting to do!), I have been really wanting to see a Jamie fic where he takes care of sick reader. Could be period or illness (no preference) and Jamie has no idea how to help but tries his best. I think its a cute idea

Can't wait to read more of your fics!

Thank you so much for requesting!! Literally love when people ask me to write things. Also, apparently everyone loves a sickfic because my other one has the most notes of everything I’ve written. Anyway, here’s your fic!

there’s orange juice in the kitchen

You are not sure of much, but you know one thing: you’re in pain. It’s 2am, and you’ve gotten a grand total of two hours of sleep. You’ve given up on laying in your bed and have filled up your bath with hot water, bubbles, and bath salts. Lots of bath salts. Your abdomen feels like it’s shredding itself and you suppose, technically speaking, it is. You’re just relieved that tomorrow is the weekend and you don’t have to slog through a work day, white-knuckling these absolutely ripping period cramps. 

You don’t have regular periods like, ever, and your doctor’s concerned about your fertility. You remember waving it off with the statement, “That’s a problem for another day.” Thing is, that was just a cop-out. You didn’t want to think about it for a single second because then it would become real, and you make it a personal point never to complain about a period no matter how brutal it is because at least it’s something and never mind that your last one was four months ago, you’re ok. You have a good life and good people and you’re fine. 

It’s just the principle, you know? The desire of choice. 

The hormones don’t help either. 

But anyway, you’re in your tiny bath trying to soothe the pain you’re in, trying to make yourself tired enough to fall asleep once you get out. You breathe, in, out. In, out. 

You’re up till 6am when you finally doze off. 

—

You wake up in a sweaty haze. You’re in soft pants and a large t-shirt, on top of your sheets rather than in them. You reach for your phone then pull your legs in with a sharp gasp. You’re still in pain. 

It subsides so you reach again and check the time. 9:01. You groan. Three hours of dubious sleep is not enough. You have a missed text from Sam (remind me which brand of kitchenware you use?) two missed texts from Keeley (look at this absolutely adorable puppy! Attached: 1 Image), and a missed call from Jamie. 

Ah, right. Jamie. 

Your boyfriend. 

Who you were supposed to meet for breakfast exactly sixteen minutes ago. 

Shit. 

You call him back and he answers on the first ring. 

“Hey love!” he says. “You alright? Not like you to miss breakfast.”

You grimace. “I uh, I wasn’t feeling well last night and I haven’t slept very good. I forgot to text you. Didn’t fall asleep until 6.”

“A.M.?” Jamie asks and you reply to the affirmative. He lets out a long “shiiit,” followed by a, “how contagious are you?”

“For you? Not very,” you say. “For another girl, incredibly contagious, although some say that’s an old wive’s tale.”

Jamie is silent in confusion, then- “Ohh, I get it! You’re not sick-sick, you’re on your fucking period.”

You chuckle, despite remaining curled up on your side. 

“Yes,” you reply, “My fucking period. I feel nauseous and tired and I am bleeding so. Much. It’s like my body’s making up for the last four months of nothing.”

Jamie’s silent for a moment and you internally cringe, kicking yourself for over sharing. You haven’t been together that long, about a month and a half, and he doesn’t need to know that about you. He’s a famous footballer, after all, and a guy’s guy. Probably gets grossed out about periods and stuff. 

Then he says, “Can I come over? I’ll bring food,” and your worries almost completely evaporate. 

“As long as you don’t care about how disgusting I am or the fact that I hurt a lot, sure,” you say. “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

—

Jamie’s at your flat in 40 minutes, which is fast considering how much food he walks in with. He’s brought a bag of Chinese takeout, plus two overflowing grocery bags. 

“This is for now, these are for later,” he explains. He’s in a pink sweatshirt with matching shorts and socks, and maybe it’s the damned hormones again but he looks hot. His hair is pushed back with a headband and you want him to fuck you. You don’t think you can convince him, though, what with the blood. And the fact that he’s Jamie fucking Tartt. And that he probably doesn’t do shit like that because it’s gross. 

Your brain whispers, but he’s here, isn’t he? so you just push that thought down to live with other scary ones like, I will never have kids, or I’m going to live with this pain for the rest of my life.

Jamie is oblivious to this, just pulling everything out of the bags and chattering on. He’s kicked off his trainers near the door, and he hasn’t made any comments about the fact that you’ve wrapped a blanket around your shoulders like a shroud, or that your hair is in the messiest bun in the history of the world. Not the sexy, reader-insert fan fiction type of messy bun, either. Just an I-did-not-get-anywhere-NEAR-enough-sleep-last-night messy bun. 

“-and me mum always drank orange juice, swore it helped with bloating or hydration or somethin’, I don’t really know, but I got some of that too and this tea that’s supposed to help with cramps, and also a shit-ton of chocolate because I didn’t know which kind was your favorite. I was thinking we can sit on the couch and watch a movie or play Animal Crossing or some shit while eating the takeout, then I can cook you a proper fucking meal later. Coach always says it’s important to have a balanced meal when you’re under the weather, and I think it applies to this too.” He stops when he notices you just looking at him. “You alright, babe?”

“Yeah, I just- why did you get all this?” you blurt out. 

For the first time since you’ve known him, Jamie looks unsure of himself. “I dunno. I mean, I do know. You didn’t sound great over the phone, and Keeley’s always telling me to fucking listen to other people, and me mum was always the same on her period so I used to get her the things she wanted all the time. And-” he takes a breath, “and I picked up on what you said. The fuckin’ four-months shit. That ain’t good babe. Even I know that. And, we haven’t been together that long, but I’m pretty fucking sure you know that too, and I wanted to let you know I’m sorry.”

You’re momentarily fixed on the way he says certain words. Keeleh. Sorreh. It’s sweet, for some reason, and it causes a dull ache in your chest. You realize what he’s actually said to you and that ache deepens. You’d kiss him if you weren’t sure your breath was gross. 

So instead, you settle for nodding and staring at your kitchen wall. That’s because option one is kissing and option two is crying. You can’t do either right now.

A traitor tear slips out your eye anyway, and you hope Jamie won’t see it. He does. 

“Hey, hey.” He comes around the counter and pulls you into a hug, blanket shroud, messy bun, and all. “Love. It’s alright. It’s alright. You’re not alone, and we’re going to go sit on the couch and eat as much food as we can and then pass out, alright? We’re not going to think about anything else except what’s right in fuckin’ front of us.”

“That was,” you sniff, “weirdly philosophical. And very sweet. And I’m sorry for being disgusting.”

Jamie pulls away from you, and you think this is the first time he’s realized how gross you are. 

“Don’t say that shit, babe,” he says, and you laugh before you realize he isn’t joking. 

“I’m serious,” he continues. “You might feel disgusting, but you aren’t. You smell like fucking lavender, for Christ’s sake. Your pajamas are clean, and so’s your hair. Might be fuckin’ messy right now, but me mum also taught me to braid, so it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”

You pull him back against you and let some more tears come out. 

“Why are you being so nice,” you ask, voice muffled through his sweatshirt. 

“Oh, dunno,” he replies, hint of a smile in his voice, “Think you’re fit. I like shower sex. You pick.” He pauses. “Maybe both. Heard that it can help with cramps.”

You laugh wetly into his chest. He’s warm and comforting, and so completely not what you expected him to be. You both stand in the kitchen for another minute, his cheek resting on your head before he says, “Oi, you hungry?”

“God, yes,” you say, “I could eat a fucking horse.”

“Good.” Jamie picks up the bulging bag of takeout and a roll of paper towels. “Lead the way, babe.”

—

It’s not until much later, after you’ve eaten, watched a movie, and showered (and all that implies) that you realize you’re finally tired. Finally calm. You let yourself relax on your bed in Jamie’s arms, breathing in his clean smell. In, out. In, out. By the third breath, you’re asleep. 

[dear-ao3]

Can I ask for a translation on what happened in Vegas?

what didnt happen in vegas!

-carlos sainz ran over a drain cover that was not welded down 9 minutes into the first practice session. it ripped a hole through his car basically (he narrowly avoided getting royally and permanently fucked up by it) and he got a 10 place grid penalty for fixing said car

-toto wolff, the mercedes team principle, said very emphatically that carlos deserved this penalty. carlos did not in fact deserve this penalty because it was not remotely his fault.

-probably out of spite, carlos managed to finish the race above both mercedes cars

-back to practice 1, it was redflagged 9 minutes in after he crashed and it took nearly 7.5 hours for them to fix the track because they had to check all the other drain covers

-practice was already late to begin with and reportedly at 1am ish they kicked all the fans out who had bought tickets because it was "too late"

-tickets btw were over 1k USD

-practice two started sometime around 2am and didnt finish until nearly 4am

-yes, people were driving cars at over 200mph at 2 in the morning, jetlagged to hell and back. idc if you're a professional, that sounds dangerous

-the announcers were descending into madness the whole time and during practice two i think tried to talk about oceans 11 but fucked it up

-there was also the sphere. the sphere was relatively unhinged.

-the drivers didnt get back to their hotels until after the sun rose that day. and they had to race again that night

-oh also it was fucking freezing and when its freezing the cars don't work cause the tires don't warm up and the brakes don't warm up

-tires also warm up best on corners, high speed ones. the vegas track had mostly all low speed corners and really long straights. not ideal

-the pit lane exit was also smack in the middle of a really tight turn. which they would be exiting onto on cold tires with cold brakes.

-also the track looked like an upside down pig

-practice three was normal until the very end when alex albon crashed into the wall. no one was allowed to do practice starts because the session was red flagged and not resumed.

-the most notable thing to happen at qualifying was that both williams cars (which are basically tractors) managed to place p5 and p6 on the grid. especially interesting considering that logan sergeant has placed dead last in qualifying for the last several races.

-also both mclarens were at the bottom. this is not super relevant or particularly interesting but i was upset about it.

-ferrari went p1 (charles leclerc) and p2 (carlos sainz), but sainz had a 10 place grid penalty for fixing his car that had a literal hole through the bottom, so he started p12.

-weirdly, sir lewis hamilton and checo perez also started pretty far down the grid.

-anyway onto the race.

-there were so many safety cars. literally on the first lap the whole back half of the grid rammed into each other.

-then! terrifyingly! lando norris ran over a bump in the track on lap 3 or 4 i don't remember and spun several times before ramming into the wall. he sounded not ok on his radio but he got out of the car. eventually they ended up taking him to the hospital, he is quite fine but it was still a terrible crash

-his teammate, oscar piastri, seemly got possessed by someone or something, possibly lando himself, because he had a very impressive race until mclaren decided to use the worst tire strategy possible (as in, pit him in the last 10 laps to change his tires when this was largely avoidable by all accounts). he could have ended on the podium potentially if they hadn't fucked him up. still, he ended 10th and got the fastest lap and as a result the track record.

-there was also another episode of French Civil War at alpine when they told esteban ocon to stay behind his teammate, pierre gasley, and he said no !! and passed him for funzies

-charles leclerc also got possessed by something, possibly his own bad luck, because he managed to finish p2 after overtaking checo perez on the last lap.

-the same checo perez whos f1 career has been basically dead for half the season

-also lance stroll weirdly slayed

-despite starting high on the grid, both williams managed to finish out of the points

-surprisingly there were only 3 DNFs and 0 red flags

-this is surprising because of all the tire and brake issues that people thought there would be

-unsurprisingly max verstappen won. what was surprising was that he sang viva las vegas over his radio afterwards, especially surprising considering that he spent the whole weekend shitting on the race, saying that the track was terrible, he hated it, and that the fans should burn the place down for getting kicked out on practice 1 day and only getting a voucher in response

-related to that, the fans sued f1 over getting kicked out

-someone thought it was a good idea to put max charles and checo in the back of a rolls and film them driving to the podium. it was incredibly memey.

-there was definitely more that happened but this is all i can remember right now

[cheesysoup-arlo]

I’m lonely and it’s raining (Janis ‘Imi’ike x reader)

Fluff- Janis comforts reader(this is really short)

It’s raining. Like a lot and (Y/N) is home alone. Their parents took a trip out of town. (Y/N) hates being alone but hates having to catch up on school work even more so they decide to stay home. It’s almost 2am and their anxiety is going crazy making it almost impossible to sleep. They start crying and panicking. They can’t take being alone anymore so they decide to call their best friend…and long time crush. Hoping for some comfort and to be less lonely. Janis wakes up to her phone ringing. It’s (Y/N). Janis answers immediately, tired and worried because her best friend(who she secretly has a crush on) is calling her at 2 in the morning. “Hello?” says a very groggy Janis. “J, can I come over?” (Y/N) says, sounding as if they’d been crying. “(Y/N), honey have you been crying?” Janis asks more worried and more awake. “…yeah I’m just having a bad night” (Y/N) says sniffling a little. “Do you want me to go pick you up or are you ok to drive?” Janis questions, putting on a hoodie realizing it’s raining. “Can you come pick me up…please” (Y/N) asks softly. “I’ll be there in 8 minutes…maybe 10 because of the rain, ok?” Janis explains. “Mkay…thank you” (Y/N) says feeling a little better knowing they’ll have someone to keep them company. (Y/N) grabs their comfort plush, their keys, and their bag. Puts on some sweatpants and a hoodie after looking out the window and seeing the rain hasn’t stopped. Janis texts (Y/N) letting them know she’s outside. (Y/N) quickly rushes to Janis’ car after making sure they looked the door to their house. “Hi” Janis says softly as (Y/N) gets in. “Hey” (Y/N) says hugging Janis. Janis looks past (Y/N)’s shoulder, “your parents are gone again?” (Y/N) nods slowly pulling away from the hug and looking down at their plush. They head to Janis’ house. “My mom is already asleep but I know she won’t mind you being over she loves you” Janis says glancing over at (Y/N) but keeping most of her focus on the road. (Y/N) lets out a small laugh. “Your mom is so nice” (Y/N) says sounding more relaxed than they were on the phone. Janis is relieved to hear (Y/N) sounding less sad as the pull into Janis’ drive way. They both grab their things and head inside, up to Janis room. Janis flicks on the light to her room taking off her shoes and hoodie. As she takes off her hoodie it lifts her shirt slightly, exposing her stomach. (Y/N)’s gaze drifts to Janis’ stomach unintentionally, admiring her before quickly snapping out of their daydream quickly removing their shoes and hoodie. (Y/N) hopes Janis didn’t notice but she most certainly did and was trying to hide the light cast of red that now appears warmly on her cheeks. “Wanna watch a movie or are you too tired?” Janis questioned trying to distract herself from the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “Um could we watch a movie?” (Y/N) asked. “Yeah sure, Disney?” Janis said getting into her bed with her laptop patting the spot next to her for (Y/N). (Y/N) nodded and sat next to Janis getting under the blanket. The two of them watched the movie slowly getting closer with each scoot or readjustment to the point were they were almost cuddling. (Y/N) notices this and gets butterflies in their stomach, looking up at Janis and studying her features they movie was no longer on their mind as they admired Janis’ beauty. Janis felt their gaze and turned making eye contact with (Y/N). They both blushed. (Y/N) looked down at Janis’ lips and that’s all it took for her to pull (Y/N) into a gentle kiss. (Y/N) melted into the kiss. They pulled apart for air. “Woah” (Y/N) said breathlessly “woah” Janis repeated equally as breathless. “um I thyink I like you as more than a friend” (Y/N) said. “Oh come here you dork” Janis says pulling in (Y/N) for another kiss. “I’m really glad I came over” (Y/N) giggled. “Im glad you called” said Janis smirking and pulling (Y/N) in closer. “Yay cuddle time” (Y/N) snuggles into Janis.

“Um, (Y/N) what does this mean for us now? Like are we just friends who kiss or…? Janis asks hoping (Y/N) will say something else. (Y/N) leans up and kisses Janis very passionately then pulls away. “I think I want you to be my girlfriend if that’s ok with you” (Y/N) says hopefully. “Yes absolutely yes” Janis says kissing (Y/N) on the forehead “now get some rest baby, I’m here you’re not alone anymore, I’m always gonna be here.” When Janis says this (Y/N)’s heart melts. “Good night J…I love you” (Y/N) mumbles sleepily into Janis’ neck. “Good night (nickname) I love you too” Janis says blushing. They fall asleep, limbs tangled together. (Y/N) felt so safe and comfortable they could get used to having a girlfriend.

AN-Hey y’all I really hope you enjoyed this. this is my first ever thing I’ve written so I would love some feedback.

[munsonsreputation]

ok, ok, envision it, #4 taylor prompt:

steve harrington; i wish you would

congrats on reaching that milestone love! 🫶🏻💖

elizabeth!!!!

my apologies that it took me so long to get to your request 😭😭 i hope i was still able to do it justice and i hope you love it!!

"i wish you would" is one of my fave tracks off 1989 and im so ready for the rerecord of it!! it's also sooo steve harrington encoded -- i hope you like my twist of angsty fluffiness!!!

It was 2AM — too late of a time for either of you to be awake right now.

But Steve was on the other side of the door.

And you were also on the other side of the door.

Just an old wooden door separating the two of you but no one daring to make the first move and open it all because it came down to one thing—pride.

You and Steve had a hell of a lot of pride, which often led to stupid arguments over the dumbest things. Usually, the fight would resolve in a matter of minutes, if not maybe hours. Arguments never exceeded days or weeks—that was until now.

It was safe to say that outside your relationship, you each had lives consisting of managing a VHS store and yours filled with busy days at college completing a very stressful internship. The only time the two of you would get to kick back and relax is when you came home to each other. Spending the winding days in bed or lazily making dinner before falling asleep in each other arms on the couch.

Either way, it was both your and Steve’s preferred way of living.

That is until life got a bit too real and hectic, leading the two of you to spend less time together and more time on different schedules.

Family Video had incorporated a new tracking system which caused Steve to need to stay back later, trying to work through the stupid software so that the opening shift didn’t call him the next morning complaining about it not working.

Your internship was taking a toll on you mentally, requiring you to get up earlier than usual and head to campus in order to get work done before the day ended. Your colleague in the program had totally ghosted you, leaving you to pick up the slack when you weren’t quite sure how much of it you could carry alone.

By the time Steve got home, you were already asleep.

And by the time he woke up you were already gone.

The place you two shared didn’t even feel like a home anymore. Just simply a place where you two were in passing of each other before going off to live completely closed off lives. Suddenly, the energy just shifted, as if the two of you were now a crooked love with no idea where this was headed.

It was brutal for both of you, but of course it was always easier to blame each other instead of figuring out how to work past it. It didn’t help that the both of you were quick with your words, always biting back at one another with insults that neither of you really meant, just being used in the moment to deflect.

It blew up last week when you and Steve had both woken up late. The home phone blaring with calls from Family Video and Robin paging Steve every second. The alarm clock in your bedroom ringing sharply jolting the two of you awake.

Maybe it was the morning grumpiness combined with the exhaustion you two were facing, but either way it resulted in an early morning argument that was like a train running off the tracks.

“When’s the last time we even had dinner together?” You asked sharply as you combed your hair in the bathroom mirror.

Steve lifted his head after he spat out the toothpaste, glaring at you in the reflection. “It’s not my fault that by the time I get home you’re already passed out on the couch. What do you want me to do? Haul your half asleep body into the kitchen and force you to make spaghetti with me?”

You rolled your eyes, throwing your comb back into the drawers, slamming it shut as you walked away from him, though he was hot on your heels, still going on.

“Or wait do you want me to take you to Enzo’s so you can sleep in a booth while I eat never ending breadsticks?”

He watched you fling open the closet doors, grabbing a jacket and throwing it over your outfit, before you stared pointedly at him, “You’re such a fucking dick, Steven!”

“Oh, so I’m the dick now? How about the last time we had an actual conversation with each other that wasn’t just hi, hello, and bye?”

You brushed past him, bending to pick up your backpack and sling it over your shoulder. He reached into the closet, grabbing his vest and throwing it on before following you down the hallway and into the living room.

“Seems like we’re having one right now.” You muttered, grabbing your keys on the coffee table.

“Sure does,” He sighed, reaching for his own car keys.

That morning the two of you went your separate ways, starting off the day on a bad foot with nothing but hatred. But the two of you could never ever hate each other.

That wasn’t what your love was.

It was never formed from hate or thrived off of it.

It was supposed to be the kind that was always understanding and working together, but that was a standard that you knew you and Steve just weren’t capable of all the time.

The two of you were bringing less than a hundred percent to the table combined. There had to be some kind of compromise, a way for it to be settled, but of course, this was just something that was going to get dragged on until you both felt like putting your pride aside and taking the first step.

That fight was the catalyst that led the two of you here. Still standing on the other side of the door—your shared bedroom door that is.

For the past week, Steve was out on the couch while you occupied the bedroom. Not that you kicked him out or banned him from sleeping in bed with you, but you had gotten home the night after the fight and he was already home, knocked out asleep on the couch.

So you left him there, and since then that’s where he slept.

You couldn’t say you felt good about it because you didn’t. His back was probably all sorts of fucked up from cramming himself to sleep somewhat comfortably on that couch. And you had certainly missed his presence beside you in the middle of the night.

Steve didn’t know why he kicked himself out, probably just so you could both get some space and cool off, but he hadn’t meant for it to go on for this long. He missed kissing your forehead goodnight when he finally got home, and he certainly missed the way you’d do the same when you had to leave in the morning.

Right now, it just felt like a lot of yearning for one another because neither of you could remember what you were fighting for in the first place.

For pride?

For ego?

For what?

All you both wanted to do was just give each other the tightest hug and longest kiss because you missed each other that much.

You wanted to cry to him, to tell him that your stupid internship was driving you insane and all you really wanted was for him to hold you and tell you everything was going to be ok.

Steve wanted to vent to you over how stupid that damn tracking system was and how it was driving him up the walls and all he really needed right now was your encouragement to keep going.

He was probably asleep.

You were probably asleep.

Maybe it could wait until morning?

If either of you opened the door to see the other sleeping, it would just make you both want to turn back around and run from actually waking the other to apologize. It was best to just run back under the blankets and wait until you were both awake.

But honestly, the both of were just too exhausted and missing each other to even be mad anymore.

Fuck it…this couldn’t wait and neither of you was going to let it drag on.

“Baby,”

“Babe,”

The two of you stared at each other dumbfounded as if you were ghosts, but it didn’t last long as Steve quickly wrapped his arms around your back, pulling your body into his as you draped your arms around his neck, gluing yourself to him.

“I missed you.” You murmured into the juncture of his jaw and neck.

He could feel the heat of your breath fanning against his skin, a trickle of tears following suit only making him hold you tighter.

“I missed you more…and I’m sorry for being a dick.” He said, breathing in the smell of your hair and he whispered into it.

You sniffled, shaking your head the best you could in his hold, before he loosened, allowing you to look up at him through your watery eyes.

“I’m sorry too…I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I was just so stressed and I missed you too much to tell you how I was really feeling and I—”

He smiled softly at you, letting his thumb brush your tears away as he shook his head, “I did the same, baby. I just wished we didn’t solve it that morning…it would’ve prevented whatever the fuck happened last week.”

You laughed quietly, nodding your head in agreement. “I know. I wished we would have.”

“We can now.” Steve suggested, holding your face in your hands.

You smiled, sniffling once more before letting one of your hands rest on his cheek, “Yeah we can.”

Your lips finally connected after what seemed like a lifetime away. A reminder that while the love you and Steve shared wasn’t always picture perfect, it was certainly something that you both were always going to come back to.

You were each other’s person.

The other half you wanted to go to with all of life’s joys and upsets.

Together.

Sure, maybe you both pushed each other’s buttons way too easily, but it was the love that made the two of you come rushing back to each other.

Because when it mattered and came down to it, you and Steve could never live without each other — no matter the distance or even the stupid internship or job you each had.

Right here and right now, it was all good.

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[iloveau]

Hello!! I am absolutely in love with your works 😭🫶 are you able to do stalker!blade but the reader knows hes stalking and they take it to their advantage (if yk what i mean..;)) and fem reader pls!!

ANONNN thank you for the compliment lovely 💕🫣 you just awakened several of my exhausted brain cells with that request therefore I love you for this im giggling and kicking the bed rn stalker blade is so ✨🌟✨ I have a brief gist of what you mean, but I can’t guarantee if I captured what you wanted perfectly. It’s like 2am when I first saw this request but I was so motivated ok plus I was horny 🤩

𓂃⊹ BLADE, who watches your every move and yet, you somewhat enjoy it. 𓂃⊹ WARNINGS ; fem reader, I loved this request so much 🤩🤩🤩, stalker!blade, pornography mentioning, classic handsome stalker, you tease him, yandere themes, pleasuring yourself because he’s watching lol; blade gets very very jealous, MINORS DNI

BLADE, who‘s calculating and precise, tracking down your every footstep like a predator chasing its prey.

At first, you didn’t notice. He was like the shadows itself, lurking right behind your back, but when you turned around, it would vanish like a wisp. The point that you noticed that he’s watching your every move is when he made an extremely tiny slip-up on covering his tracks- when you got home, your closet door was open by a small crack. Normally you probably wouldn’t have noticed, but you did thanks to the vibrant colored shirt you received as a gift (you never wore it because it was too bright, so it’s just hanging out in the closet for a couple of months now..) which was peeking behind the closet. Its sunny yellow diverted your attention to the suspicious sight. that’s weird… you thought to yourself, you had a suspicion someone had broken into your house. The handle was also shaking back and forth slightly. That was all you needed to know that someone was definitely inside your house right now, and it wasn’t long ago since they opened the closet. But you stayed calm, because you bet the stalker would be alerted if they knew you had noticed their presence. So with a shrug you open the closet and find clothes to dress into to get to sleep. When you opened your lingerie drawer, one or two of your panties were missing, too, which further highlighted and confirmed your final suspicions. What a pervert. You thought, but you wanted to try to provoke your stalker some more, curious of how they would react or not act at all. Nonchalantly, you stretch and slowly take off your clothes one by one. A sea-green sweater falls to the floor. Then your shorts, and you make sure you take it off gradually, so the fabric drags across your skin. You were sure he was watching. And your guess was correct- he indeed was, his lustful eyes taking in the very sight through a small crack in your wall. He’s filming this, it’s so.. it’s so simply holy for him, bliss bubbles through his body as he muffles his moans with one hand, his bulge hardening every time your delicate hands drag the fabric around. By the time you finally get to sleep, he returns to his hideout and watches the unbelievably gorgeous sight he had captured, pleasuring himself with his hard, angry cock rubbing against your panties he stole.

BLADE, who can’t bear to see you with another man, even though he’s never been with you either.

The man irked him. Whoever it was who kept talking to you, picking you up from your work, it pissed him off. Sometimes he would even ditch his work as a Stellaron Hunter to track you down, and see who you were meeting. Who you smiled at. This time it was another man, he was laughing and leaning forward to listen to your lovely voice. He would be just bare moments before slicing the male into tiny bits, he restrained himself by looking at your dazzling smile that just so easily calms him down. Even your smile doesn’t have the power to ease down his simmering hatred though. He keeps a predatory eye out on both of you and watch the man next to you attempt to flirt, you laugh and jokingly flirt back. Upon seeing this, the only thing he can do to restrain himself now is to hurt his already weakened skin, practically clawing at his own arms. When the man finally bids you goodbye is when he hunts him down. The next day when you fall the man, he doesn’t pick up- so you just assumed he didn’t want to talk to you, unbeknownst about the fact that the man was sprawled carelessly inside a dumpster, cuts littering across his skin, lifeless eyes gazing up.

BLADE, who can’t withstand your teasing and succumbs.

It’s been a while since you’ve teased your stalker, but because nothing really changed, for you at least, you wanted to provoke him even more. This time with nothing on, you lean down on the mattress and spread open your glistening pussy, inserting your own fingers into them with a sweet little whimper. You thumb yourself feeling your wetness wrap itself around your digits. Each moan you escalate it, growing louder and whinier as you throw your head back to let out your celestial noises. Your legs tremble cutely, lewd squirting noises echoing through the room. That was the final straw for blade. He can no longer restrain himself- and just as you’re about to insert your fingers in to hit another orgasm, you feel cold hands firmly grasp your wet ones, the sticky substance smearing over the black gloves. Your heartbeat starts to race out of anticipation and fear as well- you could feel his hot breath that’s unsteady and ragged on your ear, and you also felt his big hands slide to your needy hole, touch rough and desperate to feel you at last. ”fuck, you pretty whore… you don’t know when to stop, do you?”

[bybdolan]

quick ttpd thoughts

ok so. i did listen to a leak so I had time to sit with the OG album for a while. I have not yet listened to all the Anthology tracks, but this not-doing of something is part of my album reaction. Bear with me.

First of all: I am insanely impressed with Taylor for being this raw and messy on record. More distinguished haters have said that this album once again feels like self-mythologizing, but I personally do not agree. User dancefloors had an excellent take on this: the album is emotional and messy to a degree where you feel like you should not be listening to it. At least that's how I felt.

However, that also has a downside. I find many of the lyrics, especially on the standard edition, to be unpolished or downright cringe. This rambl-y first draft type of writing might work for other artists, but I never feel like it works for Taylor. The second line of Fortnight is so awful that I was CONVINCED the leak I heard was AI, and people have talked at length about the tattooed Golden Retriever. Girl. Almost every song had an insane clunker or two hidden in it. This is not helped by what I personally (!) perceive to be a bit of a rehashing of imagery and themes that have been prominent in songwriting trends for the past few years. Killing the woman you are jealous of, Cassandra, religious imagery .... Don't get me wrong, I think the call for "originality" at al costs can be detrimental to art, but frequently with this album i felt as if lines were haparzadly chosen to fit a certain "aesthetic" that didn't mesh well with the rest of the song. Like. Nothing about "my husband's cheating. I wanna kill him." communicates any deeper emotion. (Compared to e.g. Samia's "I hope you marry the girl from your hometown and I'll fucking kill her and I'll fucking freak out.")

The introductory poem is one of the worst things i have ever read.

The thing is. I don't always do well with new releases, they are overwhelming, etc., but I listened to the first four tracks and was like "how can anybody think this is good". Which IS a hater take, and there is much I do enjoy about the album, and I am happy others like it.But with the already present repetition PLUS 15 Tracks .... it is a bit too much. I could go on and on about the repetition of words and themes that feels a bit trite (smalltown stuff, "starry-eyed", "precocious"), but I don't wanna. I wish there had been more editing, and I think I have talked at length before about how I do not like this new era of just putting out everything.

Alas. I did not click with this album and there are very few tracks i want to go back to. So Long, London is a favorite because of the concise lyrics and beautiful production, I can bop to Down Bad, but daddy I love him is fun imagery-wise, Clara/Sam/Sophia/Marcus is sad and also. A Lot., So High School, and I dig "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith, this ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots". The 2am tracks need more attention, but I already like Looking Into Windows (?) much more than a lot of other tracks - generally, I enjoy the more genuinely sad Joe tracks about the slow demise of a relationship much more than the fast paced high strung ones.

anything else .... well. I don't know.

[readers101]

Tom Holland & Y/N L/N finally made their relationship instagram official

Actor Tom Holland and pop star Y/N L/N were long rumored to be a couple before they finally confirmed to the world that they were a couple. As fans have theorized that a number of songs on L/N’s albums and various singles could easily be about her relationship with the English actor.

Despite their high-profile status, Tom Holland (26) and Y/N L/N (28) seem to enjoy keeping their relationship very low-key, and while everything is being kept behind closed doors, it hasn't stopped the couple's relationship from making front page news from time to time.

The relentless quest to nail down all the relationship details surrounding the Y/N L/N and Tom Holland’s relationship leads to some pretty amazing (and borderline creepy) detective work.

Fans use an amazing mix of paparazzi photos, news, song lyrics and other sleuthing techniques to try to figure out when the couple started dating.

Two main theories exist regarding the location of L/N and Holland’s first meeting. The first is that the couple bumped into each other at a mutual friend’s house party in 2019.

The other theory is that the two actually met at a concert also in 2019. As Movement reports, eagle-eyed fans impressively used video footage and photos to place L/N and Holland at the same bar in London at the same time. Neither of the two have ever commented on these theories however, so you'll have to pick your favorite.

As part of her album “La La Land”, L/N released personal diary entries, as described by People. L/N writes in a March 2020 post that she and Holland had been together for three months at the time.

In 2021, around the couples one year anniversary, headlines suggested they were considering getting engaged to each other. However, an inside source told E! News that while some of this may be true, they weren't planning a wedding.

As of January 2023, Tom Holland and Y/N L/N have not yet revealed an engagement or plans of walking down the aisle. But they just made their instagram debut after three years of being together, and fans can't get enough.

Known to keep their relationship rather mysterious, it comes as no surprise that fans were hyped for their first instagram post together. "I want what Y/N L/N and Tom Holland have," one user wrote. "They look so good, I'm so happy for them," another person shared. "I've never wanted to be in relationship so bad before," a third fan remarked.

Never has a picture caused such a stir online, of course fans went crazy and considered this photo proof of a vacation together and a happy relationship.

—

A/N: ok, so I never put thoughts or explain my work BUT I’ve read this over & over and I think my brain is turning into mush (it’s currently 2am), anyway my point is that I hope the storyline & the timeline makes sense.

[tragic-shadows]

Alibi

Word Count: 410

Warnings: None

Pairing: GibbsxReader

A/N: just a short little drabble i came up with at 2am when i couldn’t sleep.

"You're not Fornell."

"Wow, that's a very good observational skill Y/N." Tony sighed, putting a file folder on the table. "Your prints were all over the crime scene."

"Of course they were, Jaxon was my ex. I'm sure my prints are everywhere in that house, not just where the body was."

"Yeah well. You didn't give Fornell an alibi so maybe you'll give me one."

You rolled your eyes, leaving back in your chair. This had been a three day long investigation already, and you were sure you weren't the one who killed your ex-boyfriend, but they all seemed to think you did. "I have one. I told him I was with a friend."

"And who would this friend be? Listen, Y/N, I believe you but it's gonna be really hard for anyone else to if you don't give me an alibi. Who were you with? I just need a name."

"A. Friend." You said through clenched teeth.

"Who?!" Tony shot out of his chair, slamming it against the back wall.

You bit back a rude remark but before you could answer the door to interrogation clicked open.

"DiNozzo." Gibbs shut the door behind him. "She's got an alibi."

"Ok… I understand that. But with all do respect boss, unless you know who she was with—"

"Me."

"You?" He looked between the two of you. "And what were you doing?" He asked that directly to you.

"Talking," you lied.

"Talking? You know you look down when you lie. So what were you doing?"

Gibbs answered again, "Me."

"What do you mean she was doing…" he trailed off. "Oh."

"She was doin' me. You gotta problem with that, DiNozzo?"

You were vaguely aware that your mouth was hanging open as he looked between the two of you. If you had a camera you would first take a picture of Tony's confusion, then one of the smug smirk on your husbands's face.

"N-no no boss no problem. I just.. you," he points at you, "were doing him? And he," he points at Gibbs, "was doing you?"

"Yes." You both confirmed.

"Sure there's something in the bed you could use as evidence."

"For how long?"

"Last night?" You ask. "Oh about-"

"No no no!" Tony exclaimed. "No details. Months, weeks?"

"Ok, then almost 7."

"Seven what?"

"Years," Gibbs answered.

"Seven- seven years?

You both nodded.

DiNozzo shook his head, not looking back as he left the room, shouting back, "You're free to go!"

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[coconutki]

Itadori as boyfriend headcanon stuff

‼️There is aged up nsfw‼️

- [ ] Yooo best bf ever kinda

- [ ] Very sweet

- [ ] Cuddling on the couch watching moviess

- [ ] Definitely started as besties but it evolved

- [ ] Ok so in my head yuji is brunette (duH cause yk the undercut is brown lol ) he just dyes his hair

- [ ] You dyed his hair when his roots started to show

- [ ] Also processed his hair too long before and it was tragic almost made this man’s bald Fr

- [ ] Y’all are CHAOTIC love to bother tf out of megumi

- [ ] tbh he invited to the family cookouts lolll

- [ ] He’s a cutie pieee I luv him (sorry had to be said)

- [ ] y’all gonna be like two peas in a pod

- [ ] Talking about anime and movies a whole lott

- [ ] definitely has a goofy pic of y’all as his lock screen

- [ ] Y’all was out trying food and buying stuff and while you both were sitting on the stairs taking a break he just told you he liked you. Like more than a friend

- [ ] Ofc u told him you liked him too

- [ ] is absolutely captivated by your Beauty

- [ ] “Heyyy~ that new horror movie came out wanna go see it??!”

- [ ] He’s kinda loud ngl but it’s not overly loud

- [ ] Pouts when you say he acts like a puppy

- [ ] Strong boi will literally pick u up if he has to (or wants to) especially when you’re pouting

- [ ] you let him do your hair just for fun and lord…never again. He loves it though so u give in occasionally

- [ ] You comfort him a lot and he appreciates it

- [ ] He loves you so muchhh

- [ ] Sometimes in his sleep he’ll hold you tight and mumble stuff like “don’t go yet.”

- [ ] When he can’t be with you it’s sad he feels so lonely without you sometimes he’s a lil clingy if you couldn’t already tell

- [ ] “I missed you.”

- [ ] He’s a good boy gives you that fluttering feeling in your stomach when he says I love you.

- [ ] Tries his best to cheer u up when ur upset (especially with him)

- [ ] He’s the type that doesn’t see ur mad at him until you don’t send a text back to him.

- [ ] You best believe He will come over at 2am in the pouring rain just to make sure his shawty is alright and try to right his wrongs

-[ ] hard to stay mad at honestlyy

Aged up nsfw cause he’s also like 16

- [ ] Pretty vanilla

- [ ] Yeah he says he likes ass

- [ ] He would rather see your face when he’s in them guts though

- [ ] “You feel so good ____ “

- [ ] “It’s okay..tell me if it hurts too bad? I’ll stop.”

- [ ] Slow and steady at first

- [ ] Oddly controlled for a while instead of just ramming you first

- [ ]

- [ ] Reassuring and always asks if something’s okay before he tries anything new

- [ ] I feel like he’s a moaner

- [ ] Likes giving headd

- [ ] Inexperienced but trying his best to please you

- [ ] Surprised when you came in his mouth 😭

- [ ] “You taste good~”

- [ ] Pants like a dog when you give him head and hjs

- [ ] He whisper-moans your name when he’s hitting from the back

[dratoba]

a nice dadrius fanfic by me😘

this is pretty long so if you're not into fanfics just scroll now

Fandom: The owl house

Ships: none

Characters: Eberwolf, Raine, Darius, Hunter

Title: Just A Nightmare

"I'm going to bed early" it was about 11 when Hunter informed Darius that he was really tired and wanted to go to bed already. "Ok i'll be up there soon"

Darius was sitting on the purple and gold couch watching the crystal ball while Eberwolf who was staying the night slept on the floor.

Hunter hurried up the stairs and went into his room. It was right across the hall of Darius's room and next to the guest room where Eberwolf would sleep when they stayed over. He shut the door and changed into a oversized white shirt Darius gave him and grey sweat pants

He got into his bed and laid down. He's been sleeping a lot quicker and easier knowing that he's with Darius. Hunter knew if anyone even looked at him the wrong way Darius would be quick to protect him. He felt...safe.

The warmth of his blanket covered his body as he shut his eyes and relaxed. Sleep overtook him and he went a deep slumber.

***

Darius stood up from the couch and sighed. He checked the time and saw that it was 12 already. Thank titan he didn't have anything important to do tomorrow.

Eberwolf was still sound asleep on the floor. They're a very light sleeper since they're crazy sensitive to sound so Darius made sure to be extra quiet.

As gentle as possible Darius picked up Eberwolf and took them upstairs. Surprisingly Eberwolf didn't wake up. Darius took them to their room and placed them on the mattress.

Eberwolf had a mattress, a bunch of pillows, and 3 blankets for a bed. That's what their idea of a good bed was (other than a pile of leafs and sticks)

Darius left quietly and shut the door behind him. He look at Hunter's room and decided to check on him. Just in case.

He quietly went towards Hunter's room and placed his hand on the door knob and turned it. The door opened with a quiet creak and Darius looked into the room.

There Hunter was. Safe and asleep. Darius shut the door quietly and went to his room.

Once he reached his room he changed into his pajamas and went to lay in his bed. He didn't lay down but instead sat on the bed. He grabbed a book on his dresser and placed it on his lap.

He opened it and began to read. It was just to help him become more tired. Reading seemed to calm him.

***

It was 2AM. Everyone was asleep. It was very very quiet. Probably the first time there wasn't absolute chaos while Eberwolf and Hunter were in the same place.

Until Darius woke up from a scream. He got up quickly and got out of bed. He put on his slippers and opened the door. The door slammed against the wall as Darius ran out.

Eberwolf was also awake and was already in front of Hunter's door. It seemed like they were waiting for Darius. Darius got ready to fight and opened the door.

There was nothing but a terrified blonde teenager. Hunter was shaking with one hand over his mouth and the other gripping onto the collar of his shirt. He seemed out of breath and was having a panic attack. Darius and Eberwolf both lowered their guard and walked over to Hunter.

"Little prince? It's ok..it's ok just breathe" Darius sat down slowly next to Hunter and looked at him. He didn't get to close since he knew Hunter wasn't known for liking touch.

Eberwolf jumped onto the bed and sat in front of Hunter. The panicked boy was in shock. He slowly looked over to Darius and more tears came to his eyes.

He hugged Darius. He hugged Darius? This was new. Usually when Hunter would cry he would just hide it and avoid touch. Something must've spooked him so bad that he just couldn't hold it in.

Darius wrapped on arm around him and the other on the back of his head. "It's ok..you're safe" Eberwolf walked over to the two and sat close to Hunter. They did this with baby animals that they wanted to protect. Hunter is one of those baby animals.

***

Darius got Hunter to calm down after 15 minutes. In between Hunter's cries he said things about what happened. It wasn't specific but he heard "being dragged, suffocated, you died, there was no one, grimwalker, belos" That's all Darius could make out of what he said. Even if it wasn't a lot of info he could tell that it wasn't something Hunter was gonna forget.

Hunter had his knees to his chest and had his chin on his knees. Darius and Eberwolf were sitting next to him silently. Until "Try to go back to sleep ok? If you need me i'm right across the hall and Eber is just in the next room."

Hunter didn't say anything. Darius stood up and was about to leave when he felt a tug on his sleeve. "Can you stay for one more minute?"

The voice that said this was small, and soft. As if the one who said this was afraid.

Darius looked back and saw Hunter looking away while holding onto his sleeve. He sat back down and said "Ok..just one more minute" he smiled. It was sweet that Hunter didn't want Darius to go yet.

Hunter leaned onto Darius's shoulder and curled up in his blanket. Eberwolf laid next to him with their head on his lap. Darius set his hand on Hunter's head and looked at the two laying next to him.

If you had told Darius a few months ago that the golden guard was going to be seeking comfort snd safety from him he would've laugh in your face. Now, well he wouldn't find it unbelievable.

[suugrbunz]

hi anna!! i heard mota ships and came running 🏃🏃 so could i get a ship for that?

uhhh lets see i'm a pretty stereotypical enfj, so the mom friend in most of my friend groups haha i'm pretty quiet around people i don't know very well but boy if we're good friends i will absolutely talk your ear off!! i'm pretty empathetic and have a tendency to take on other people's negative emotions as my own which definitely leads to some long nights for me 😐 besides that i have a lot of hobbies, so i read a lot, do a buttload of writing (or at least i like to think i actually write) and i love listening to music! i'm in two bands as a guitar player/vocalist which is a lot of fun :) oh and when it comes to my looks, i have dark blue hair, pretty much dress like a depressed grandma, and am way too tall lol oh and then i'm currently getting a international relations degree! so if anyone talks to me about international politics i will go insane 😂

okay hopefully that's enough! this is so fun that you're doing the mota ships i'm super excited to see what you come up with ✨✨

ok based on what we know of the characters as of episode two!! I am going to ship you with (drumroll please)

︵‿୨Gale "Buck" Cleven୧‿︵

dude hows it feel to be shipped with the main character like if this were some canon ship, you'd be that blonde dame at the start. hows it feel to be her? but also on a funny note I hope you find his character attractive otherwise this is so awkward

yk what? you two met because our man fell in love with that voice of yours, perhaps you were singing an ella fitzgerald song and it just had him smitten because who doesn't love ella fitzgerald??

i feel like I managed to make that about Ella (yeah sure I'm on a first name basis with her, idk, I'm writing this at 2am, I might be a bit sleep deprived since I'm recovering from a flu) and not you... man may not dance with women, but he's enjoying some good music

he'll sit in a crowd whilst you sing, lazing around, but so smitten with you + happy to say he's yours (vice versa)

like his eyes just linger on you

like mmm yes love that's the emotion in his eyes

first date?

uh, well, how about just hanging out at a pub or something casual...like you two can chill, eat, and talk.

sounds like a plus to me

marriage?

we'll get there one day, just not today

first kiss?

I bet he's so fucking smooth about it

he just seems smooth about that

or maybe he's not

he doesn't dance...with women

Or drink alcohol

has anyone checked if he's mennonite or like puritan?

no but let's say he is really smooth about kissing, your first kiss will occur after some date, his hand just gently cups your face and he pulls you into a tender kiss

i feel like hes really touchy

just loves to hold hands

hug

whatever else people do

you can read your writing to him and he'd be so calmed by it

probably is a bit interested in your degree? not sure how often he'd bring it up, probably doesn't want to get you heated by the topic

but like he definitely knows the quickest route to annoy you

Being the mom friend, you might feel the need to take care of other airmen who serve with your... lover (if...this is a more canon era type of ship)

Feel free to do so!! :D

They're gonna end up scarred so like

go for it boo

oh song yeah so what's your song uh

Till there was you - Etta Jones 𖹭

(Feel free to ask for another ship when the series ends to see if I change my mind based on further character development)

[articfoxxxxsstuff]

Hello my dear readers! Do enjoy this little (is 4.6k little?) teaser in the toilet before the main event ;)! Previous Chapters 1-4 are on my Tumblr and AO3. Please help yourself~

Link Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Title: 2AM

Pairing: Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Chapter:5

Warning: Boob play, Boob worshipping, Book sucking, Fingering, Pussy eating, Cumming, Oral sex in the toilet, your orgasms before he gets his, making out, filthy blowjob, suggestive stuff, Dirty NSFW Thoughts, Language

Masterpiece blessed by @nana.yin.nana

Things escalated very quickly after that intense grinding session. One minute you were on the dance floor passionately making out with a handsome blonde-haired stranger and the next minute you found yourself in a hazy post-make out daze being dragged halfway across the dance floor.

Kyojuro's large hand securely enclosed itself around your wrist in a vice-like grip as he assertively led you through the crowd. He was never going to let go of your hand ever again. The next thing he planned to do was to give you a little preview. His eyes darkened as he imagined countless scenarios which included you begging for his cock. No, he was going to first make you crave for him as much as he did before finally giving you the proper fucking that you deserved. After all, naughty girls need to be punished. He still had yet to forgive you for your little stunt earlier.

You on the other hand albeit a bit tipsy, was wondering how Kyojuro's handsome face could remain so impassive in public especially after that entire fiasco. Shouldn't he be trying his hardest to get into your pants? What does he mean by 'stop by somewhere first before going home'? Was this going to be a quickie? You weren't some side dish. The more you thought about it, the more insecure you felt. However, all your fears dissipated the moment your eyes caught his. His glowing eyes were only focused on one person, you and that was all the reaffirmation you needed.

Poor (your name), you really didn't need to worry about how Kyojuro felt about you. If anything, you failed to notice how his fingers would tighten a bit more than necessary whenever someone got too close to you. Unfortunately for him, his loyal and self-proclaimed number one friend had already long spotted you two trying to get through the sea of sweaty bodies and decided that he was in the mood for some mischief.

"Hey Rengoku!"

"Tengen. Sorry but as you can see I'm a bit busy at the moment." Kyojuro forced a polite smile before shooting his pal an agitated look.

Tengen smirked and lazily placed both his palms up in mock surrender before stooping down to whisper into his friend's ear, "If you're looking for a decent toilet. I know where you can find one."

"Don't test my patience Tengen, I swear-"

"I mean you're more than welcome to join the long queue, if you two aren't too pressed for time." The silver man grinned while gesturing towards the long line of semi-drunk people leaning against the wall all awaiting their turn to do their business, be it peeing, vomiting or sex.

Kyojuro wasn't exactly thrilled to be stopped mid-conquest, but he had to admit that his friend was right. The corners of his dark eyebrows furrowed, and an irritated emotion briefly crossed his eyes before he came to a complete standstill. Shit, he hadn't properly thought this through. Is this what thinking with his dick felt like? This wasn't going to work, giving you a little teaser in a filthy toilet used by God knows how many people. How unbecoming of his manners.

As he continued analysing his options on the spot, the man made sure to quickly steal a glance at you to check if you were still ok. Thankfully he didn't have to worry too much about how you were faring. You looked quite relaxed with your eyes closed as you lightly swayed to the beat with his hand still possessively on your wrist. God, you were such a good girl putting all your trust in him. He was going to reward you well for your good behaviour.

"I didn't really peg you as an exhibitionist Rengoku! In front of so many people? How flamboyant! Maybe you're into pegging as well hmm? " Tengen's deafening voice quickly drew the man back to reality.

"I'm not." He tapped his feet impatiently while waiting for his friend to finish what he had come here to say. Whatever information Tengen wanted to reveal had better be fucking useful.

"Just between you and me, I would recommend the staff toilet downstairs. It's often vacant." The silver haired man's sly voice dropped an octave as he patted his best friend's shoulders in a friendly manner.

"You better not be pulling my leg Tengen." Tengen could see that his friend's eyes were now glinting even more dangerously.

"Cross my heart. I hope you have a nice fuck. You desperately are in need of it." He laughed as he watched his friend hurriedly disappear with you down the flights of steps that lead downstairs.

"Tengen sama! How did you know about the staff bathroom?" A girl with short dark blue hair pouted while hooking her arm around the tall man's arm.

"Tengen sama has his ways. Why are you so surprised?" Another lady with a ponytail piped up while hooking her arm seductively on Tengen's other arm.

"Ladies settle down. I promise to bring the three of you to a bigger and better spot." The silver haired man grinned while moving towards to cup the chin of another black-haired lady who was quietly blushing at his actions.

Rengoku Kyojuro was normally a patient man but tonight was different. He almost, almost felt bad for losing his temper at his close colleague but surely his friend would understand right? Heck, he had always been teased for being a virgin but above all, he couldn't afford to waste any more precious time. 10 long years of unrequited one-sided love for someone who forgot about his existence. He had time, right? Kyojuro absent-mindedly began licking his suddenly dried lips with his long red tongue. Enough time for a quick taster, before he could rightly indulge and lose himself in your wet cavern.

"Rengoku-san? Aren't the toilets upstairs?" Your melodious voice broke the silence of the deserted hallway and immediately brought him back from his lewd thoughts.

"Don't worry my love. I'm bringing you to somewhere more private, away from all those distractions." Kyojuro whispered to you in a reassuring voice before planting a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"Mhmm sounds good." You giggled while attempting to rub your thighs together in hopes of reducing the growing need down south which of course didn't go unnoticed. Kyojuro's penetrating eyes gleamed sharply as he watched you struggle with your little predicament. He was positive that he could easily help you with that.

Fortunately for the both of you Tengen was right, no one was around. Kyojuro muttered a silent 'thank you' and confidently strode towards the door with a 'staff only' sign hanging on top. He then impatiently reached out to throw open the door.

Bingo.

The door swung open to reveal an empty bathroom dimly lit by a long strip of white florescent light. Kyojuro's amber eyes quickly scanned the surroundings as he took note of the plain walls that were smeared with all manners of graffiti, a mirror on top of a small sink and most importantly a toilet bowl with a lid on. He could already picture himself getting a blowjob from you on the throne.

Not bad Tengen.

As soon as you stepped into the room, you felt a strong pair of arms powerfully pulling you into the empty bathroom stall. You looked up to see Kyojuro smirking down at you while loosening his blood red tie.

God, he looked so hot.

"Last chance to say no (your name)." Kyojuro growled while pinning your arms firmly above your head as he took the opportunity to closely study your face with growing hunger.

"No? I'm not leaving till you fuck me Rengoku San." You couldn't help but feel quite turned on by the situation. There was something very intimate when the golden-haired man politely asked for your consent before they two of you began getting it on.

"Oh. Quite a straightforward thing, aren't you? First, allow me to reward you for being such a good girl." Kyojuro groaned and finally allowed himself to fully press his body against yours before taking an experimental hard thrust again your needy pussy.

"Ah." You mewled as you felt your lover roughly pushing you up against the rough concrete wall while planting hot open mouth kisses all the way down to your heaving chest.

"Tell me what you want." He glowered.

"Touch me here. Kyojuro." You cried out wantonly while cupping your (colour) tits in your trembling hands and thrusting them out to him like an offering.

Gods.

The 28-year-old man had waited far too long for this. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. The chance to finally savour his goddess's ample bosoms had finally arrived. Better yet, you were even presenting it to him just like how Eve bewitchingly presented an apple to Adam. He was going to devour you alright. The thought of him finally getting a taste of you made him harder, his thoughts and cock both giddy with excitement.

Within a few hot seconds you immediately felt both your blouse and bra being ripped off, leaving your breasts completely vulnerable and exposed for Kyojuro to drink in. You briefly wondered if he liked breasts. You were right because Kyojuro was currently salivating at the erotic sight presented in front of him. You half-naked with your (colour) tits lightly bouncing under the white florescent light was such an enticing sight. His eyes held a desperate look as he reached out for a touch before hesitating.

"Don't make me wait." You whined disappointed when his hands stopped midway.

"Apologies my love. I was just in awe of your beauty." Kyojuro murmured before taking time to bask in your lascivious radiance before deciding what to do to you next.

You on the other hand were growing a bit impatient at the pace so you decided to take matters into your own hands. Without thinking too much, you forcefully grabbed both his rough palms and placed them on your soft tits before letting out another lustful moan.

"Use them like this."

Shit. The minute the rough pads of his skin made contact with your soft breasts; he was gone. Kyojuro's ember eyes darkened tenfold as his inexperienced fingers began vigorously fondling and pulling tentatively at both your globes without mercy.

"Hnnnn Rengoku san!" You shamelessly screamed his last name out in pleasure while he stared fascinated at the softness and firmness behind each breast. The man continued to watch you struggle in vain against his touches with a debauched expression on his face as he continued to play with your pillowy tits.

Fuck

Kyojuro had to applaud you for you had single handedly threw his well-thought out plans out the window in a span of a few minutes. He had wanted to tease your pussy first and, but he had no idea how much you enjoyed having your breasts touched. His feral instincts were rampaging, urging him to just bury his face between your swaying tits. To dutifully worship them and so he did.

Fuck plans, this was so much better. The flushed man made sure to maintain intense eye contact with you before sinking down to press his warm face into the deep valley between your heaving breasts. His raging dick was now pulsating with dire need as he greedily inhaled the intoxicating smell of your tits before shamelessly taking one of them into his starving mouth to give it a good hard suck.

"Fucking delicious."

You squealed in pleasure as you felt his tongue teasingly flick against your nipple multiple times before he encircled it with his rough tongue. The man groaned approvingly at how addictive your breasts tasted while increasing the pace of his scalding hot tongue. He ended up latching onto that one breast and sucking like his entire life depended on it. His greedy hands meanwhile hungrily explored your other neglected one.

"How does it feel sweetheart?" The blonde-haired man panted while looking up seductively at you.

"So so good." You slurred, stammering a little because he was now running his thumbs in circles over your rock-hard nipples, making it hard to concentrate on anything other than your growing need for him.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Yes!" You moaned with lust clouded in your eyes. Before he could say anything else, you daringly pressed his head against your neglected left breast for more attention.

Kyojuro chucked at how adorable you were. You really liked your tits sucked huh? He then closed his eyes and began suckling on your lonely soft globe like a child, while his other hand went up to flick your other nipple with his thumb.

"Hnnn. More." You whined in need. It was becoming so difficult to hold your moans in. Kyojuro was doing such a good job turning you on that your pussy was probably leaking with wetness at this point.

"I want you to cum for me sweetheart."

"But I don't know if I can without your fingers in my-."

"Trust me my love. Cum when I give you the signal ok?"

You shook your head in denial at such a wild thought. Was it even possible? Cumming without his fingers in your cunt? All he did was just fondle and make out a little with your breasts. He hadn't even touched your pussy yet! Your body however was betraying you. You felt your legs beginning to shudder deliriously as you gradually succumbed to your lewd thoughts. Maybe you should trust him.

For Kyojuro, it was such a turn on for him to witness the way you were making desperate little noises against him and how wildly your hips were bucking. Although he didn't have much experience, the charming History teacher's observant eyes could pick up the tell-tale signs of a potential orgasm building up due to his torturous actions. You were almost there, you just needed one final push before you finally come undone.

'You are going to come whether you like it or not (your name).' Kyojuro darkly chuckled to himself before quickly positioning you to stand with your back against him as you watched him touch you from the mirror. He made you lean over the sink as you helplessly watched his large palms giving your poor breasts a few stinging smacks.

"Now, cum for Rengoku Kyojuro!" He growled while pinching hard on both your hardened nipples.

"Yessss!" You squealed in pain and pleasure as your first orgasm coursed through your body like a flowing river.

Kyojuro watched you intently, his eyes widening in lust, his ego soaring to great heights as he smugly watched you squirt your cum all over the mirror. That's right, he was the only one who could make you feel that good.

"Well done my love." He whispered in a low tone before turning you around to face him. Kyojuro then let his mouth drop open to let his saliva drool down his chin to pool on your soft breasts. You watched in a lusty haze as the blistering drops of liquid rolled down both your tits in an erotic manner.

Kyojuro then gave your breasts a gentle kiss before proceeding to massage his saliva into your tits in a circular motion. The blonde-haired man watched in satisfaction as you obediently let him perform such a dirty act on your body. He was feeling quite thankful that the alcohol from earlier was making you so pliant to his selfish whims. Perfect. Now that he had claimed your tits he should focus on claiming your pussy next.

"Rengoku San. Please."

"Kyojuro. Call me Kyojuro."

"Kyojuro."

"Did you enjoy that sweetheart? This is just the beginning you know." The blonde-haired man smirked before passionately kissing you on your bruised lips. You eagerly returned his kisses as you felt the man wrapping his arms around your lower back, to push you even more into him while your tongues pressingly massaged each other's. He was such a good kisser.

"Kyojuro-kun! I'm still- I'm not-" You cried out in pleasure as you felt his thick fingers sliding down your hips in a teasing manner. The man was fully enjoying himself. Slowly but surely, he knew that he was getting closer and closer to the area between your shaking legs.

"Show me how wet you are." He demanded in a commanding tone.

You let out a needy moan when Kyojuro finally found what he was looking for. His fingertips teasingly dragging up and down your wet slit through your soaking panties before he completely slipped them off. You tightened your grip around him while moaning quietly into your lover's ear. Fuck. Kyojuro swore that he could feel your entire body actually tightening and loosening at every little movement he made.

"So wet for me aren't you?" Kyojuro lazily began tracing circles around your juicy opening, while his other hand still continued groping one of your soft tits as he watched you nod weakly. God this was a million times better than in his dreams. At last, it was time for him to explore your inner depths. The golden eyed man took a deep breath before gently plunging one finger experimentally inside your wetness causing you to cry out loudly.

"So fucking tight sweetheart." Kyojuro smirked at you and started to slowly slide his long middle finger in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace. The squelching wet sound of the blonde-haired man fingering you in the bathroom was sending all your senses into overdrive. You didn't know if you could take any more of this torture.

"Please just put it in me already. Please."

Your aching pussy was throbbing painfully with need, as you begged him to just impale you with his dick.

Kyojuro simply smiled and instead of using his cock, he pushed two more of his thick fingers inside you which you gladly received. You felt so full. His fingers eventually began mimicking the frantic actions a penis would make, as if it was his actual penis ramming into your pussy instead.

"Shall I increase the pace, or do you want me to stop?" He playfully smirked at how weak you were to his charms.

"Eat me out."

"Oh?"

The blonde-haired man could hardly believe his ears at your bold request. If anything, it made him even hornier than he was. He immediately halted his actions and removed his cum-covered fingers from your cunt with a loud 'pop' before getting on his knees with a glazed look in his eyes.

"... If that's what you wish."

You looked down panting to see Kyojuro with his eyes closed, eagerly pulling your lower body towards his open and waiting mouth. God it was such a sensual sight that it immediately sent your heart palpitating. You couldn't get enough of how serious he looked. He looked even more attractive looking so concentrated with the task that you had just given him.

"Ah!" You instantly let up a squeak the minute you felt his soft lips pressing butterfly kisses on your damp pussy lips. The man began lazily kissing a circle at the opening of your cunt before settling on flicking his nimble tongue against your fluttering pink pussy lips.

"When was the last time someone ate you out sweetheart." You felt Kyojuro gently hum against your hole before deeply inhaling your sweet musk.

"I-I don't remember. Uh that's so embarrassing Kyojuro." Blushing profusely, you attempted to shield your flustered face from the man who was busy burying his mouth against your wet cunt.

"Keep your legs open for me."

You nodded and shyly opened your legs as wide as you could as you watched the man try to suck in your entire pussy into his hot mouth. This time he had finally found your engorged clit.

"Kyoooo stop please stop! It feels too good!" You cried out while trashing helplessly against the blonde-haired man who firmly pinned your hips down with all his strength.

You tasted so fucking good. Kyojuro's eyes almost rolled to the back of his head as he continued teasing your swollen clit with his wet tongue. He could feel your entire body trembling even more and as you began to feel another climax coming.

"Kyojuro please I'm almost-'

"Cum for me." Three simple words and a hard press against your sensitive clit propelled you into another flurry of emotions.

"Ah! Ah! Hn! Ah! Kyojuro!" You let out a loud scream as you came hard into Kyojuro's mouth, painfully gripping the sides of the sink. Explosions rippling throughout your frazzled brain and throbbing cunt.

"Umai! Umai! Umai!"

The golden-haired man eagerly lapped up every drop of the sweet nectar like a starved man.

Somewhere deep in your lust-filled mind, you sincerely hoped that the loud music in the club was loud enough to prevent people from hearing your desperate screams. Kyojuro on the other hand, was thinking otherwise. He wanted everyone in the club to hear you come undone from his lewd actions. Perhaps Tengen was right again. He was probably an exhibitionist...

"Look at how soaked you are my love. Just look at you. I guess you won't be needing these anymore huh?" Kyojuro chuckled as he tried to wipe off as much cum as he could with your panties before stuffing your soaked undergarments into his back pocket.

You panted in sheer exhaustion as you tried to catch your breath from your second orgasm of the night. Your (colour) eyes quickly found his as you flashed him a very satisfied and euphoric look. It was now a fact that Rengoku Kyojuro was the one responsible for giving you the best orgasm in your life even without using his cock yet. Where were your manners? You needed to show him your gratitude.

"Please let me return the favour."

Gods you were so fucking adorable.

Kyojuro felt his heart throb as well as his cock when he allowed you to lead him to the ceramic throne at the corner of the toilet. With one finger, you pushed him to sit his firm ass down on the toilet seat. His eyes watched intensely as you dropped down to unzip his black trousers and release his hard cock out of its tight prison cell.

"Like what you see sweetheart?"

He smirked as he watched his (number) inch cock spring out of its confines and angrily slap the side of your surprised face. You let out an appreciative noise before throwing him the sexiest look you could muster. It was working because his cock was now rock solid.

With a cheeky smile on your face, you proceeded to drag your plump lips down the bottom of Kyojuro's shaft and lightly brushed your teeth on his semen filled balls. His cock was very girthy in size with well-trimmed blonde hairs growing around it. You couldn't resist gently pulling on his blonde pubic hair as you continued lapping him up.

"Stop teasing me."

You gulped as you saw the delicious veins on Kyojuro's forehead growing tauter as he forcefully pressed his hard cock between your soft lips.

So eager.

Pushing your hair back behind your ears, you leaned forward to take Kyojuro's entire cock into your hungry mouth. The blonde-haired man let out a huge sinful groan as soon as he felt your soft lips faintly passing over the head of his cock. The way your tongue danced around his dick was slowly sending shivers of pleasures up his spine. You were such a good cock sucker.

"Fuck."

Kyojuro threw his head back in pleasure and was hit with the sudden need to grab something. The man's eyes glinted dangerously as he couldn't resist reaching out to blindly grope your naked tits. This time, it was your turn to moan.

"Ah!"

It must have been such a sinful sight. You on the floor moaning heavily with Kyojuro's massive cock inside your mouth and him with his hands pawing at your tits. Your needy moans were continuously sending out delicious vibrations reverberating through his sensitive shaft before you peeked at your lover who looked like he was in complete bliss.

"Your mouth feels so fucking good." Kyojuro groaned as he watched you suck hungrily on his large and angry dick. You smiled coltishly in return and began increasing the speed. The blonde-haired History teacher fixated on you as you began bobbing back and forth on his hard cock, eager to please him for taking such good care of you earlier.

It was at this point that Kyojuro couldn't take it anymore, he violently grabbed your hair and started rutting into your mouth like a frenzied beast.

"Oh (your name). That's it love, take it all for me!" He groaned as he felt as if a missile hit him in the gut and exploded. His creamy hot seed began pouring out from his cock into your eager awaiting mouth. You did your best to swallow every drop while still maintaining eye contact with the man.

"That was amazing." Kyojuro panted breathing hard as his eyes focused on you wiping the side of your face with the back of your hand. He had no idea that you could suck cock like that.

This wasn't over yet. You on the other hand were still very much aroused. "I need you inside me!” You half-cried out in lust as you tried in vain to sit on top of the blonde man. This was too much, you needed him in you now.

Kyojuro simply sat back on the toilet seat, crimson eyes watching you in amusement as you attempted to coax his dick back to its maximum hardness with your tantalizing fingers.

You were so fucking adorable. So eager for his cock.

"Please Kyojuro. I want your cock." You begged with tears glistening at the corners of your eyes as you tried lowering your dripping pussy onto Kyojuro's towering erection.

This was the scene he had been waiting for all these years.

Absolutely breath taking.

The man let out a small hiss as soon as he felt the tip of his cock entering your tight wetness. Instead of pulling you down on his angry cock, he abruptly forced himself to stand up causing you to topple backwards in shock. Before you could fall unceremoniously on your back, you felt Kyojuro's strong arms pulling you back into his chiseled chest.

"What the f-!"

Just when you were about to give him a piece of your mind, Kyojuro made you look him in the eye and apologised.

"Sweetheart. You have no idea how much I want to sink my cock into you right now but wouldn't you prefer to be fucked in my bed?" He huskily bit the top part of your ear causing you to fall to your knees.

Kyojuro smirked at your reaction as he endearingly watched your expression change from anger to embarrassment to lust. He then continued whispering all the dirty things he was going to do to you and made a promise to fulfill all your fantasies at his place. Your white-hot anger quickly subsided as his words left your pussy even wetter with anticipation.

"But before that, let's get you dressed sweetheart." Kyojuro gently smiled as he busied himself by buttoning up his shirt and pulling his trousers back on.

You nodded hazily as you let him 'respectfully' put your attire back on. No guy has ever done this for you before. He was such a gentleman.

Before leaving the toilet, he made sure to straighten his tie in the mirror while looking over his shoulder to watch you eyeing him with lust-clouded eyes.

"What about my... bra and...-"

"Oh those? You're going to walk back to my place without them."

"What?" You stuttered in embarrassment.

A look of slight irritation quickly passed over Kyojuro’s face the moment he saw that you were about to protest like a spoilt brat when the deafening sound of the familiar EDM music completely drowned your voice out.

The blonde-haired man made sure to swing open the door and offered you an arm with a charming smile on his face. His dark eyes beckoning you towards him while any form of protest immediately died on your lips the minute you stepped out into the noisy hallway. Feeling a bit embarrassed and defeated, you reluctantly allowed him to lead you out of the club without your undergarments which weren't properly concealed in his back pocket.

Of course, Kyojuro wasn't going to make it easy for you. After all, he still needed to punish you for that little stunt you pulled earlier.

[alister312]

so you’re into gregstophe now and looking for good fics: a rec list by me, local gregstophe brainrot bastard

As might be obvious, I adore Gregstophe and I really want to get more of the SP fandom into them. But if you’ve already read my big fic Just Business (or even if you haven’t) you might be wondering: which Gregstophe fics should I read if I want to really get into this pairing? They may not be the rarest pair in South Park shipping, but finding good fics wherein they are the main pairing can be hard. Well, I’ve reread all of my old favorites from ff dot net recently and I’ve spent a lot of time going through the ao3 tag to now present you with…

THE Gregstophe fic rec list of all time (according to me)

A quick note: for a fic to be on this list, it means it is 1) completed, 2) in English, 3) Gregstophe-centric (i.e. they’re the main pairing), and 4) particularly impactful. There’s a bunch of incompletes I could recommend (such as Just Try to Remember and Moonheart13′s various AU fics), a bunch not in English so I can’t read them, quite a few that merely feature Gregstophe (Lex Talionis comes to mind), and many fics that I do truly like but can’t quite bring myself to seriously recommend because they’re too short or too tropey or too much porn not enough plot. Also, only fics on ao3 or ffn were considered and I didn’t include any OT3 fics (such as gregstophlovski ones). With these qualifications out of the way, let’s get onto the list!

Petroica traversi/effingbirds: so this isn’t an actual fic so much as an author but I consider her Gregstophe content to ALL be top tier. Both of her long form Gregstophe-centric pieces (The Fight and The Well and the Lighthouse) are wonderfully told. My favorites from her one-shots are Ocean of Noise and Ready to Start. Her characterizations of the two boys are some of my favorites, really emphasizing their complicated devotion to one another.

A Stupid High School Tradition Called Prom: This is such a classic fic to me. I read it years ago on ffn but it’s since been ported over to ao3. I personally find Christophe’s written accent to be a bit much (coming from someone who does enjoy writing and reading his accent) but I encourage you to give it shot even if you don’t like that. If you want fluffy Gregstophe (which is rare!), this is the perfect fic. It centers around Christophe being a dick (affectionately) and Gregory being frustrated with him (also affectionately) all while they play at being normal teens for once in their goddamn lives.

Bereaved of Light: If you’re into Gregstophe simply for that good good Angst that comes with being mercenaries, THIS is the fic for you. There isn’t a happy ending but sometimes you’re looking to get emotionally destroyed and that’s alright! Maybe you WANT to simply read about men being full of regret and love while dying. Valid. Read this fic.

Three Years of Gregstophe: Ok this is technically 3 different one-shots but they’re all very good! I really like the headcanon of Gregory going into the government but still doing mercenary business on the down-low via Christophe. That’s kind of the main link between each chapter, as well as Gregory being VERY oblivious about Christophe’s feelings towards him. And his own feelings towards Christophe in the final one shot.

97 Safety First: Gregory playing nurse/doctor to Christophe after missions is a very classic and vital Gregstophe trope. I think this fic handles it very well, along with having some wonderfully done dialogue. Snappy dialogue between Gregory and Christophe is my favorite and very in character for the two of them. Gregory is so insistent about caring and Christophe is so insistent that he isn’t worth caring about… one of my favorite topics to explore in their dynamic.

2am: Following along similar lines of “Gregory cares for Christophe after a mission”, we’ve got this fic! I may be a little biased bc Saturnpanther and I have talked at length about Gregory and Christophe and our characterizations of them are pretty similar. As such, I really love all of her fics but this one is just so classically them it had to be on here. It’s really all about the subtleties, hard to break habits, hesitancy… all that good angst.

Delayed: Yes, this is yet another “Gregory waits up for Christophe” one-shot... what can I say? It’s a classic!! That’s all!! Gregory being a nervous wreck about Christophe’s well being but trying so hard to stay calm and professional will always get to me. Plus, this particular fic has Kyle and Kenny mentioned! That’s another thing you may find a lot of within the Gregstophe fandom, stories with Kyle being a tech whiz and sometimes Kenny too being explosion fodder. The Kyle is more common, as is the ship Gregstophlovski, though that’s not in this fic. Mostly just a fun factoid.

Roses Ought to Covet Honesty: If you’re a sucker for Gregory “i did cotillion as a child” of Yardale and Christophe “fuck god, eat the rich” DeLorne, you’ll like this piece. It’s mostly Christophe being grumpy about being placed in high society while Gregory is very comfy with it… but also Christophe loves Gregory so he puts up with it. I personally really enjoy that characterization of them and I think this little one shot does a good job exploring their dynamic. Also it’s from Christophe’s perspective, which is surprisingly rare within Gregstophe fics.

Crooked: Speaking of the rarity of Christophe POV fics… there’s this fic! Very short but I think it does a great job capturing Christophe’s self loathing and doubt. His Catholic upbringing paired with his seemingly very religious mother makes his character ripe for ✨Catholic Guilt Angst✨. With how perfect Gregory likes to conduct himself, they make for quite the contrast. And Christophe really needs the pillar that is Gregory’s love to convince himself he’s worthy sometimes.

catching up: There’s a lot of Gregstophe fics out there about them having some sort of falling out, or one of them simply disappearing for years, only to suddenly come back into one another’s lives. This particular fic is one of the fluffier version of this trope and I think it’s very sweet. It doesn’t get super into their relationship, but it still does a good job with how short it is.

leave america, two kids follow her, i don’t want to talk about who’s doing it first: By the same author as the previous fic, this one has just slightly more angst but ends on a very sweet note! If you’re curious for a short peek into Gregstophe but in college, this is great for that. Even when trying to live normal lives, they face some struggles. This fic also has a really nice interaction between Christophe and Kyle as friends, which is always a super fun bonus in my opinion.

Puppy Love: I feel like there’s not enough exploration of Gregory and Christophe’s childhood friendship. They can know one another beyond mercenary/revolutionary work! This fic does a great job touching on that. It’s sort of a series of scenes of them growing up together and the slow development of a crush. Also, a heavy emphasis on Gregory being a revolutionary and Christophe just being along for the ride that is Gregory.

Gregstophe Week Entries.: Another series of one-shots rather than a whole story, but they’re all very good! Maybe I’m a sucker for happy endings and nice things, but I really like Day 4 and Day 7 the best. However, all of these are really just kind of a study into their relationship in different aspects, which is why I like them. It also makes me want to maybe do another Gregstophe week... 👀

Adrenaline: This fic is VERY short but still packs quite a punch. If you’re a fan of the more cold/calculating sort of Gregory, or possessive Gregory, I think you’ll like this one. I wish the author expanded a little more on the few things hinted at, but that last line of Christophe showing his true feelings and emotions, just a little bit, really does it for me.

When Tomorrow Comes: Gregory waiting on a hurt Christophe is very common, but this fic turns it on its head with Gregory being the one hurt! I’m a bit sorry to reveal that, because while it’s not quite a twist, it’s still not totally obvious that Gregory is hurt in the beginning. I think this fic in particular does a good job with balancing Christophe’s devotion, frustration, projecting of internal doubts, and soft side.

Cigarette Daydreams: By the same author as the previous fic, this one does a really wonderful job capturing their dynamic. There’s a lot of trauma they both need to unpack (mostly Gregory’s in this case), but there’s also a lot of love and tender fluffy moments. Plus, it’s always good to see someone who understands that Christophe is witty and a jokester.

Bath Time: A fic a little on the NSFW side, but containing the very classic trope of “My God, Christophe is filthy and must be forced to bathe” (with a hint of “Gregory is wealthy and bossy”). While there can definitely be a lot of tenderness in Gregory making Christophe take a bath (such as in 2am), there can also be fights! And sometimes fights are very fun, especially when it comes to these two. Christophe’s accent in this is a bit much but sometimes that’s just how things are.

The Rush: If you’re looking for the perfect mix of smut and story in one little fic, I wholeheartedly recommend this! The ticking clock incorporated in the first half provides a great sense of tension. It’s also one of the fics where Christophe and Gregory’s mercenary sides really shine and feel realistic. Even if you’re not into smut, you can just read up until the point where things get NSFW and still get an incredible short story!

Smoke: I think I really like this one because it reminds me of a somber version of my favorite Clybe one-shot. There’s just really something to be said about two characters coming together and having complicated emotions about a dead mother. Plus I love that Gregory is able to see through Christophe’s emotional walls.

Good Dog: Ok, I know I said that I’d only include finished works on this list but... there’s so few finished long form Gregstophe fics out there?? It’s kind of sad, actually. I pronounce this one finished enough, in the sense that the last chapter has them (basically) getting together. It’s also a darker fic, with Gregory being more on the controlling sadistic side and Christophe being rather emotionally broken. However, I think it’s got wonderful prose, good exploration of character, and a good bit of intrigue. You may be sad that the plot of the job itself doesn’t wrap up, but let’s be honest— it’s never actually about the job when it comes to these two.

[real-sun-wukong-fan01]

So yeah, i was just reading about this until now! and i'm just confused lol. I'm new in the fandom, so sorry if i say dumb questions, but what are the differences betweeen six eared macaque and king macaque? And here is the text i was reading: https://journeytothewestresearch.com/tag/liuer-mihou/?fbclid=IwAR3LlJrIB1VxtzK8-2czOvLVcBpy4D_n2R7gK3XS5hw7E_ibO1kneN58d_A

Ok so! Welcome to the fandom!

Important rule: ignore what TikTok says.

look anywhere else BUT there.

but, there's two macaques actually,

One is a demon king wukong befriended and claimed as a sworn brother along with the demon bull king and others, it's right in the first chapters of the book, you can find it easily!

The six eared macaque instead, is a completely different character. His character varies based on the media and the version of jttw, sometimes macaque is completely a different character, sometimes he and wukong are best friends, but the one i know which I'm pretty sure is the most belived is where macaque is a different character, a six eared macaque who has the ability to hear pasty present and future, who is trying to take wukong fame and identity away from the original owner (wukong.) But is also a rappresentation of wukong worst impulses.

Because of him being able to hear the future, he is able to pull very well the disguise of sun wukong (because yes, he does commit identity theft, and does shapeshift to try and replace wukong), and also uses this disguise to try and kill Tripitaka. (Sun Wukong master.)

long story short, because of this six eared demon being so well at pretending to the point no one can tell, they have to call Buddha himself to understand who is the real sun wukong and who isn't, once the truth gets told, wukong kills the six eared macaque.

now the most believed story for Macaque i was talking about is him being a rappresentation of wukong worst impulses and thoughts, sun wukong evil twin. And when he gets killed by wukong it was basically a metaphor saying "i have killed my flaws" or accepted them, one of the two i don't remember. Because the story is a big metaphor of you having to accept yourself and being conflicted with yourself, pretty sure it was because wukong needed to become better and follow the oath of enlightenment so he had to get rid of his homicidal impulses. I don't know right now it's 2am

they get mistaken a lot, and it's fine really no need to be sorry about it, it happens. it happens especially because in any media you go, the story is different.

In LMK they were best friends

In the 2009 they were sworn brothers

And so on.

But yeah, that's the difference!