#ok yeah it's been months and I'm apparently still very much not over it

[meliohy]

ok ok I talked to a colleague and now all's good. I'm motivated af for the interview this afternoon. I'm getting that fucking job. Everyone wants me to get that job anyway. I'm done being nice now I'm letting them know they better give me that job and sign the papers in the next month else I'm quitting. Good luck with finding yet another engineer to work in the middle of nowhere when you're already struggling to hire 💅

[zapreportsblog]

(I don't know if you do smut and or poly ghostface and if you don't then just ignore this <3)

the reader and stu and billy have all been in a relationship together for a while but have yet to have sex (they've done just about everything else tho ;)) because the reader is a virgin and stu and billy have been respectful of that because they love her. Anyways, she tells them that she's ready to have sex and stu and billy are excited. When they have sex stu and billy are quite sweet with her but are still very much stu and billy.

(I'm so sorry if that made no sense and if you don't understand that's totally ok. I just wanna see stu and billy being a little nice during sex <33)

I do indeed write smut and for poly ghostface

❝movie night❞

✭ pairing : billy loomis x reader x stu macher

✭ fandom : scream

✭ summary : (y/n) is secretly dating her two best friends Sidney and Tatum boyfriends behind their backs and after movie night, the night takes a turn in interesting way

✭ slashers masterlist

You were in the living room with Sidney and Tatum for the weekly movie night at Stu's place, it had been something the small friendship group has included you on upon moving here a few months back but during those months of moving here interesting things have happened.

You ended up in a secret affair with boy boyfriends of Tatum and Sidney and though you felt wrong about being with them behind the two girls back but at the same time it was exciting.

Stu and Billy stood in the kitchen, they were getting some popcorn and drinks for not only themselves but for the girls as well. “How long is the popcorn gonna take?” Stu whined.

Billy as usual paid the tall boy any mind, “In a few more minutes,” he says for what felt like the hundredth time.

The boys could hear the giggles from rooms away, “What they laughing about?” Billy asks as Stu comes up behind him and plants his head on his shoulder. “Who knows? Maybe it’s stupid girl gossip,” stu mumbles. All he wanted was the fucking popcorn.

"Wait what!" Tatum almost shouted out if it hadn’t been for you shushing her to keep her volume low so no one else heard, but the boys were officially intrigued.

“What you think she told Tatum to make her react like that?” Stu silently questioned billy who didn’t reply instead seemed to be listening out for more information for they kept silent with their ears open.

"No way, there's no way at all! No offense." Tatum said slightly shocked at the news given to her.

"I just never got around to it, that's all.” You sounded embarrassed now, now they were really curious what could have caused you to feel that way.

"There's no fucking way that you are a virgin!”

“Shush!”

Billy and Stu whip their heads towards one another, and now since they were looking at each other they could make out what the other was thinking. It was like they were having some weird bro conversation in their minds, talking with their expressions.

They had to have misheard her. You, the girl who wore skimpy pajamas to bed with them and short dresses, the same you, was apparently a virgin? No way.

But at the same time it would make sense on certain things. Like why you only every made out with them and let them touch your boobs but when things almost went further you would stop them with flushed cheeks telling them not tonight.

At first they thought you were just being a tease and they were all here for it, they could wait a little bit but upon now learning of this information. Oh the night just got a little better

"What's that supposed to mean?" You were a bit offended at what Tatum said.

"Well, to be honest, we all thought you had sex with Randy." Imagine the look on your face when she said that, “What?! No way, ew! Randy and me are just friends.”

“Yeah but like, he follows you around like a lost puppy." Sidney interjects with her arms crossed over her chest, cheeks flushed from the whole sex talking happening right now

"He does not!" You said, flustered. Sure Randy was a bit clinging but it was because you were the only one who really paid him any mind or gave him the time of day.

Sure he hung out with others, others being your friendship group when you all were together with one another but no one’s really hung out with him alone, you took time out of your day to do that. To make him feel included.

"Randy's got a massive crush on you, (y/n).” Tatum states. “How you let that go over your head, I’ll have no idea,” she laughs.

At that moment, Stu and Billy decide to enter the room, causing all three girls to immediately stop talking about the whole topic and start watching the movie.

“Thank you,” you say taking the bowl of popcorn from Billy’s hand, fingers crossing against one another’s briefly.

“Thanks babe,” Tatum said taking her drink from Stu’s hand.

Throughout the whole movie, it was the Thing playing by the way, a really good movie at that. Billy and Stu couldn’t focus though, their minds elsewhere.

Billy thinks of all the things he could do to you, to ruin you for any other man (or woman). He wasn’t sure if you were bisexual like Stu or experimental like some people.

Billy sits at the farthest part of the couch from the TV, Sidney leaned against his side and Stu is at the other end, with Tatum on his side. You lay between them, your back pressing up against Billy's side, with your feet draped across Stu. The only real people watching the movie intently at this point had to be everyone else but Billy.

Before long Billythe movie is over and Tatum and Sidney are grabbing their stuff and making their way towards the door. “It’s been fun but my stupid brother says I have to be home after the movie otherwise he’ll drop me off at school in the cop car for a whole week, like ew!” Tatum says.

“Yeah and my dad says he doesn’t want me out late with everything happening, you know.” Sidney says sheepishly.

"Bye Tatum, Bye Sid." You say getting up from your spot to walk both girls to the door. “I’d probably crash here like always,” you laugh, you had decided you would stay for just a bit longer to hang out with the boys. You could’ve went home but what was the point of going back to an empty house.

The boys bid their goodbyes to Sidney and Tatum, giving both girls a hug and a kiss - after all they were their “girlfriends” so had to keep up appearances as loving boyfriends to the pair. But once the door was closed, all bets were off they table and they were free to be who they truly were with you.

Stu is the one to close the door, and you had already walked back to the living room and plopped yourself up onto the couch, sprawling out across it.

“I’m bored now!” You groaned.

"You want some food?" Stu asks from by the doorway with Billy at his side. “I noticed you hadn’t really eaten much -“

"Yeah sure!" You yell back, staring at the tv. The end credits from the thing were still playing but you knew it would be off shortly so you didn’t really care all that much

Billy and Stu headed towards the big kitchen, as Billy looks through the cabinets searching for some form of food that you may want.

"So what are we gonna do about the elephant in the room?" Stu asks quietly, leaning against the counter next to Billy.

“If by elephant you mean finding out that (y/n) is a virgin then yeah, I’m working something out right now in my head.

“Well are we just going to ignore it or go with the original plan."

The original plan had been for them to take her as ghostface forcefully because man was it such a turn on seeing her eyes wide with fear and lower lip quivering as she tried to keep her voice silent.

"No way, this changes everything.” Billy replies pulling out a box of cereal from the pantry.

“It does?” Stu says grabbing a bowl and spoon from the dishwasher.

“Yeah, if anything we’ll make our move tonight and make it special in the process.”

Stu and Billy return to the living room with a bowl of your choice of cereal, and hand it to you. “I couldn’t really find you anything you might want right now,” billy says.

You nod in their direction as a thanks, whiles they were gone you had taken to putting on another horror movie and now you were way too engrossed in the movie to realize that they were now sitting on either side of you.

Trapping you like a fly in a spiders web.

But what you do notice is that Billy lays a hand on your soft thigh. Stu immediately takes notice of how your breath hitches at the unexpected touch and how you suddenly are clenching your thighs together.

Stu looks towards Billy from the corner of his eye and then puts his arm around your shoulders.

Billy takes this as a sign, and slowly creeps his hand up your thigh as you attempt to hide how your breathing picks up and your face grows red from his touch.

He had this effect on you, both boys did and they knew it. Bastards were toying with you now that both girls were gone

Billy’s hand come to a stop, but he is now dangerously close to your clothes vaginal area. He’s so close he can feel the warmth radiating off of it. God he wanted to take you right here and then.

At this point, you aren't paying any attention to the movie, anymore. No you’re far to occupied with your breaths that are coming out in deep pants. When Billy goes to move his hand even closer, your hand rests on top of his, stopping him.

"B-billy?” Your voice is scolding and shaking, this behavior isnt anything new from him.

"What- what are you doing?"

Stu stays cuddled into your side, his own hand - his much larger, longer fingered hand at that moves to your thigh as well.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Uncomfortable?" Stu teases, and you can’t help but to squirm under their watchful gaze. It’s like they are enjoying how nervous you are right now.

"N-no, it's just that-" You swallow the lump in your throat. "We are watching a movie." You squeak out as he dips his head down to lay opened mouth kisses on your neck.

“No baby girl, you got it all wrong. You’re watching the movie, stu and I are watching you.”

"Yeah princess, you can continue to watch the movie whiles billy and I continue what we’re doing," Stu says it like it's the simplest thing in the world. And you gasp, when he slides his hand underneath your dress, and makes his way into your underwear.

You hadn’t thought much about putting on the shortest white dress you could find in your closet, after all you were going to be hanging out with your friends - minus Randy, he had work tonight and plus it was comfortable and freeing and cute.

You moan embarrassingly loud when stu’s pointer finger swipes across your wet cunt. Stu laughs against your neck, and pulls away to smile wide at Billy.

"Dude she's so wet." He says and watches as Billy is shivering with excitement.

“Oh is she, well I guess I’ll just need to have a look and feel for myself." Before you can even scold them for talking about you like you aren't there. Stu dips his fingers into your underwear once more as well and slides his fingers across your cunt once more. Again you find yourself moaning at his touch, again.

This time Billy joins in and moves to rubbing slow circles around your clit.

It all feels like too much and not enough at the same time. And you're so confused, why are they acting like this? Tonight of all nights too?

"Billy, Stu." You whimper. "Why are you doing this?”

"It's okay, beautiful." Billy starts, as Stu continues to gently rub his finger against your cunt.

"You're ours remember, and as ours we just want t9 touch you and make you feel good."

“Yeah princess, don’t you want us to make you feel good?”

"wha-" You begin to speak, but Stu is quick to shut you up by slipping his long finger into you. Billy pulls his hand away, and you unintentionally whine in protest.

“God your so tight,” Stu practically growls out.

Billy can’t help himself, and without much thought he pulls you up into his lap. He’s now grabbing at your hips and even pulls you down to rub against his confined cock.

“Fuck,” you cry out from the pleasure you were feeling.

"J-jesus." He stutters, the feeling of your warm clothed cunt against his clothed length is heavenly to him. "She's so warm, Stu."

Stu hums in approval, coming up to stand in front of you. His hands slide underneath your white dress, pushing it up and over your tits.

You're basically naked now, sitting on Billy's lap with his cock pressing against your virgin cunt. And you're shaking mostly from arousal but also from confusion and anticipation.

‘It feels so good’ you think to yourself.

"She's shaking like crazy." Billy laughs at you, taking pleasure in the way you are feeling and it’s all their fault.

"I can tell." Stu responds, his hands massaging your tits as he gives them his absolute focus.

One of his hands goes to play your nipple, pinching it harshly. Stiffening it up as you whimper at the feelin, but a few seconds later you’re moaning loudly with Billy's lips wrap around the opposite nipple.

You’re back in bent in a odd way for billy can have access to your tits but it’s not uncomfortable.

Billy sucks on one, grazing it with his sharp teeth, and Stu takes the other inbetween his fingers, pinching and pulling on it. “You have such pretty tits princess.”

“Yeah she does,” billy pulls away to speak before going back at it with sucking on them.

You're so distracted by the pleasure you don't even notice Billy has now found a way to take off his pants and underwear. You gasp loudly when he presses himself against you. God he was so hard and god he was also so fucking big.

"Billy." You pant. "I can't -“

"Why not, sweetheart?" Billy tilts his head at you, and pouts his fingers once more playing with your tits.

He looks at you waiting for an answer that he already knows, asshole just wanted to hear you say it."I'm a virgin." You wince when you say it, expecting him to push you off and tell you to get out, somewhere in your head you’ve always feared their reaction to learning that you were a virgin.

He laughs, and Stu giggles, laying wet kisses across your neck.

Billy pulls you into another kiss, it's open mouthed and down right dirty. It leaves you aching and wanting more. One hand grips the side of your neck, and squeezes and you can feel yourself choking back a moan into his mouth. His other hand is on his cock, gently rubbing the tip against your still clothed clit.

You're rocking your hips, rutting against his dick.

Stu’s no longer on your tits, no now he’s sucking dark hickeys along the sides of your neck that Billy's hand isn't on. Before you can comprehend what’s happening, you feel it.

And that causes you stop all together when he moves his dick to your hole, your panties are still on, blocking him from entering but will it really be enough to stop him?

"You can't.” You’re begging now and Billy think's it's absolutely adorable. Stu laughs, his hand going to your hips to hold you still.

"Shhh, it's okay." Billy attempts to confront you. "Just the tip? please baby."

"But we don't have condoms." You gasp, as he begins to push in.

“No you’re right, but your panties are in the way so it’s alright.”

"I'll pull out after a few minutes,” He promises, but he knows he won't. He's got you exactly where he wants you. He wants to see you round in the belly area with his and Stu’s baby. He wants to feel the swell of your cunt when him and stu return home every day from killing horny teens. He just wants you all to himself, stu too.

So if you think he's going to miss out on the opportunity to cum inside of you? Oh you have another thing coming.

You begin whining even more when he gets the tip in. "It hurts." You murmur, tears welling in your eyes.

"Oh babe. Stu says, mockingly sympathetic as he rubs his thumb across your cheeks feeling the wet substance.

Billy moans at the feeling of your pussy clenching at the intrusion. He groans when he notices the tears falling from your eyes too. “Fuck,” he breathlessly mumbles out.

"Fuck man, she's crying." Stu moans out watching as billy pushes just a little further inside of you.

"Billy!”

Oh now you’re squealing, he's more inside you than just the tip as promised, and you're a little upset that he lied to you but are you truly?

"C'mon baby, just a little more. I won't go any further than that" Billy says, pushing in just a little bit with each word.

Your hands go to stu’s shoulder and you attempt to hide your face in his neck. But Stu grabs your own shoulders and leans you forward to pull you into a heated kiss. Suddenly, Bill grabs your hips and slams them down, pushing all the way into you. You cry out, pulling away from Stu.

"Damn, You're gonna break her," Stu laughs watching the scene with excitement, your panties are still on causing you to feel extra stuffed but they seem to be tearing at the sides now.

"If you could feel how tight she is you'd do the same thing." Billy groans, and you babble to yourself about something they can't seem to understand. He's hitting something so deep inside of you that you that you can't speak properly.

"Awww, look at her." Stu mocks. "She's so cock drunk she can't even speak."

You instinctually start rocking your hips, and Billy pulls out a bit, “Stu take her panties off quickly” he commands and Stu never one to displeasure billy listens, billy once more is shoving back inside of you and this time you moan, really loud at that.

Stu seems entranced, staring at where you and Billy are connected.

"You’re doing so damn well, sweetheart." Billy grunts, pressing into you and then pulling out, just to repeat the action all over again.

“You're so fucking beautiful." You moan at the praise.

There's a tightness in your stomach, and it seems to be getting tighter by the second.

"Look at, you’re so fucking dumb." Stu says, lips next to your ear now, “You thought that if you let Billy and me fuck you raw he wouldn't use the opportunity to cum inside you?" He laughs as if he’s just told them funniest joke, “Look at you now. So cock drunk, our sweet, dumb little whore."

"Huh?" You say, confused. "What?" You moan again, squeezing down on Billy's cock.

"Listen closely princess, Billy boy here is is going to cum inside you, and then i'm going to fuck you, then I'm gonna' cum inside your fucked out cunt. Me and him are just going to keep fucking this cunt until it’s all used up and sloppy from both of our cocks.”

You whine in protest, trying to pull away from Billy but when his dick starts twitching inside you and Stu reaches down and rubs at your clit, gently pinching every now and then before rubbing it again. That tightness in your stomach snaps, and you cry out, clenching around Billy’s dick as you shout out, “I’m cumming!”

You quiver in Billy's lap, waves of pleasure flowing through your body. You can now feel warmth flooding your cunt as he spills inside of you, filling you up with his every being.

You whine again, panting some more as Billy pulls from out of you, his cock softening but still twitching as it rests against your exposed cunt that drips with his cum.

"Yes, you are sweetheart." Stu says watching as you twitched slightly coming down from your high, “But now it’s my turn princess." Stu pulls you from off Billy's lap, slamming you down on the other end of the couch and positioning himself in between your legs.

“Don’t worry princess,” stu says noticing the look of fear in your eyes, “this is going to hurt some” - he says before slamming his way inside your used cunt.

[aurumacadicus]

You know what would be funny lmao

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Tony hadn't been entirely enthused when Steve had showed up after a run with puppy eyes and said, "Just until his owners contact us? He's part husky, someone must be looking for him." He wasn't a dog-person. He was barely a person-person. But he'd conceded, since the dog was staying a finite amount of time, and Steve had promised to bathe it before letting it roam the apartment, and the dog turned out to be house trained already. He even got JARVIS scanning local social media to find its owners. It wouldn't be for long.

And then JARVIS had found a picture and gently informed them that 'Dodger's family had been among the casualties during the alien invasion and while he kept getting adopted, he also kept getting returned, because he kept running away.

"Oh," Steve had said, choked up, and Tony had miserably ordered a dog bed and monogrammed dishes. (He'd reached out to the owners' families, first, of course, but they'd admitted they didn't have the time or space for an escape artist dog that liked to run for hours.)

Dodger wasn't really so bad, though, Tony thought. Steve kept him very well exercised, and Dodger was a great running buddy because Steve never had to worry about tiring him out. He didn't get on the furniture unless they called for him. And sure, he was loud, but Tony found himself talking back to him as if he was a person, and Steve was apparently smitten about it, if Natasha was to be believed.

And, Tony couldn't help but think smugly, Dodger liked cuddling with him better. It was probably because Tony was around more (Steve still went on missions that could last for weeks, but he'd set up an account with a dog-walking service so Tony didn't have to worry about that either). When Steve was there, Tony tried to stay hands off, but when he was gone, he and Dodger got to sulk about it together, and it was a very uniting endeavor. So most nights Steve was gone, they'd lounge together on the couch, Tony watching old movies that didn't require too much attention and Dodger with his nose buried someplace a wet nose was particularly annoying, like on his stomach or the back of his neck.

"I'm home," Steve called, and then, "Really? Neither of you are coming to greet me?"

"You were supposed to be home three days ago," Tony grumped, not looking away from the TV. He'd told Dodger that he was giving Steve the cold shoulder yesterday, and Dodger had yelped back something sounding like 'woo woove woo,' which Tony had decided meant he agreed with him. He knew he'd break eventually, but he decided Steve had to work for it this time, especially because he hadn't wanted him to go undercover for a month anyway.

"Hydra was literally chasing me all over Sweden," Steve said, flabbergasted, as he finally came over to the couch. He frowned at Dodger. "This is no way to treat your main owner."

Dodger lifted his head, mouth opened in a grin, and let out a 'wowyow!'

"I'll remember this when you want to go out for a run with me tomorrow," Steve groused, then scowled at Tony. "And you too. I'm gonna leave him in while I run so he can just bother you."

"I'll cuddle him instead," Tony told him flatly.

Steve let out a wounded noise, then couldn't swallow back an amused huff, leaning over the couch. "Yeah, well, we'll see about that." He waited a beat to see if Tony would take the bait, but he'd been stewing over his safety for three days, so he got nothing. Sighing, he rolled his eyes and sat up a little, reaching out to lay a smack to Tony's ass, because he knew that, at least, would get a reaction.

Tony barely had time to jump in surprise before Dodger was up, barking at him. "Oh my god????"

"Dodger oh my fuck," Steve spluttered, rearing back with his hands up.

Dodger hunched over Tony's body protectively, still barking, loud, assertive noises that left them both absolutely gobsmacked. Finally, though, Tony came out of his shock and turned, wrapping his arms around Dodger in an effort to soothe him. "It's okay, sweetheart, Daddy was just trying to rile me up."

"It's not like he hasn't seen me smack your ass before," Steve exclaimed defensively.

"Maybe if you'd spanked me three days ago, he wouldn't be barking," Tony scoffed.

"Unbelievable. I didn't want to lead Hydra directly to my boyfriend and you're scolding me," Steve said in disbelief. Then he rolled his eyes and sighed, turning to head for the bedroom. "I'm going to shower. Maybe we'll both cool off."

"I'm fine," Tony said sternly.

Steve tossed an unamused frown over his shoulder. "I meant me and Dodger."

"You're both very anxious dogs," Tony agreed sympathetically, then squealed when Dodger shoved his cold nose against his throat, covering Steve's gleeful 'you deserve that!'

[shieldofiron]

Legally Brunette

For @intothedysphoria, Happy birthday!! Have a frat boy Stevie! Sorry for the slight villainizing of Jonathan, one does what one can.

He had freckles. No. Moles. Scattered across pale skin, more skin than anyone was showing in Boston in late October.

It took a moment for Billy to force his eyes up from the strong lines of the stranger's back, only to blink for a few seconds at the worn and faded Kappa Phi Delta hat.

It probably couldn't be. But just in case, he cleared his throat, rocking back and forth on his heels. He still remembered the warm feeling he'd gotten when the pretty boy had told him how glad he was that he ran into Billy. He didn't actually want to jeopardize that by creeping on the (likely straight) law student he'd just barely befriended.

And that same pretty boy, Steve he'd said, turned, met Billy's eye, and sighed, his shoulders slacking a little. "Don't ask."

"Wasn't gonna," Billy said, keeping his eyes on the ceiling.

Whatever had Steve Harrington out in the middle of the Boston night in short shorts and what looked like a Chippendale's bow tie, also had apparently made his eyes red rimmed and raw.

"But..." Billy ventured, "Are you ok?"

Steve turned back to the front of the line. And then back towards Billy, his eyes darting around like he was getting away with a crime by purchasing a new laptop in the middle of the day.

"You know that ex I told you about, the one I... kind of... followed here?" He said haltingly.

"Yeah?" Billy moved the hard drive he was buying to the front of his crotch, trying to be cool.

"He was there. At a party. With his new girlfriend. Who told me it was a Halloween party," Steve's shoulders fell.

So, not straight then. But very much hung up on this ex.

"So that's why-"

Steve shrugged, "Jonathan liked when I used to show some skin. That's not even the problem."

They moved up closer to the front of the line and Steve blinked those big pretty bambi eyes at Billy. As if he wouldn't be helpless for that shit.

"Want to hang out for a second after you check out? Or we can go next door and get some coffee?" Billy offered.

"Yeah," Steve's shoulders dropped a little, and he nodded, the little wave of bangs pulled through his hat bobbing just a little.

They checked out one after the other, and met up by the entrance, sliding door opening and closing rapidly as they hung for a moment by it.

"I'll just put this in my car and grab my jacket," Steve shook his head, "I was so mad, I wasn't thinking when I came in."

Billy nodded, "I'll get you something. What do you like?"

Steve bit his lip, "Just a latte. Oat milk. I'm a vegetarian."

Billy couldn't seem to stop nodding. Something about this guy turned him into a bobblehead.

It was only a few moments after he sat down that Steve joined him, hoodie laid over his arm, hard nipples and chest hair on full display. Jesus, it's like he wanted to kill Billy.

"So. The ex."

"Yes. The ex," Steve shook his head. "He was just... kind of flirting. But then he said... he just said that I didn't have to be here. That it was gonna be too hard on me and he didn't want to see me hurt."

"That what was going to be too hard?"

"Law School," Steve played with his cup. "Like, duh, I fucking know that. It's already been hard. And I know I'm not, like, the smartest of guys. But like..."

Billy was trying not to jump in, let the guy say what he needed to. But Jesus Christ, this ex was some kind of an asshole.

"I took the LSATS. I got in. I've been... like maybe I haven't been trying the hardest in every class but..." He shook his head. "Kinda pissed me off, you know."

"He's a fuckin' idiot," Billy curled one hand in a fist. "Didn't you say he got with this new girl like less than a few months ago."

"Yeah," Steve finally gave Billy some relief, shrugging the oversized hoodie on, "Gave her a ring and everything."

"He probably just doesn't like being confronted with his own bad behavior," Billy frowned, "You got in to Harvard Law, Steve. You know people work their entire lives to do that. I worked my entire life to do that."

"I worked really fucking hard to be here," Steve sipped his latte, "Fuck, that's delicious."

You're delicious, Billy thought. God, he needed to get a handle on that.

"Thanks for asking what was wrong," Steve smiled softly. "And not thinking that I'm too stupid to be here."

"Anytime," Billy smiled. "And don't worry about that guy. Plenty of bitches in the sea, am I right?"

Steve chuckled, "I guess so."

It wasn't really much of a statement, but the way those brown bambi eyes lingered had Billy sit up a little, trying not to preen. Maybe it wasn't so hopeless a crush after all.

"So. Why are you buying a computer? I thought you had one." Billy asked after a long moment.

"Oh. That. My friend Dustin back home convinced me I needed a linux computer before I left but I just need something easy. I'm going to law school, not computer science... school."

Billy chuckled, "Fair enough."

Steve smiled, his pretty brown eyes lighting up as he launched into a story about his friend Dustin, who sounded like a grade A nerd.

Billy had briefs waiting at home to research. He ought to be making dinner. But instead he had another coffee and then another, earning them the ire of the barista as they stayed late talking.

It was worth it.

[formulapookie]

Late to the prompt party, but what if at that party Bezzetti are playing truth or dare? 👀

22. truth or dare/party games

They feel like they're fucking 15 all over again, the party they went to so boring they end up playing truth or dare.

god truth or dare, Bez can't even remember the last time he played, just that he managed to get a girl's number that night, but not what happened after.

"Ok so Cele truth or dare" it's the two of them plus a few guys friends with the younger boy, all sat in a bedroom on the second floor of the house.

"Truth, and please don't ask dumb shit like we are in highschool" "Have you ever blown a guy off?" "Wha- What kind of question is that?" "You chose truth, you say the truth, no matter the question" "fanculo, yeah I did"

Bez chokes on whatever drink he has in hand, almost killing himself.

"You killed him Cele good job" "Bez are you ok? Need some water?"

Bez is frozen, looking at him with wide eyes "You did what?" "What? Are you homophobic or some shit Bez?" "No no no no I just- I didn't think YOU were like - you know, you never told me" "I don't exactly go around talking about my one night stands like you do" "Mh yeah ok yeah, I'm fine I'm fine let's go on"

he refuses a napkin Cele's friend is passing him, chugging the rest of the drink like it's water, heat forming under the collar of his shirt and blood flowing everywhere but his brain.

Cele has sucked a guy off. Cele. He likes men. At least he likes them enough to get on his knees and - no his brain can't go there now, not when he's with all these people, not when he's had the biggest teenage crush on Cele since the boy was 18, not when he can see Cele looking at him to get what he's thinking.

"Ok Cele you can ask now, choose your victim" the other friend, the one called Gabriele or something like that, is the one Cele choses.

The guy chooses truth as well, he answers a question about whether or not he's fucked in public before, Bez doesn't even hear the answer, his mind thinking about Cele still.

He hears more words and focuses back again, in time to hear the dare Gabriele is telling Luca?Lucio? he doesn't remember.

"Make out with Celin here, how long has it been since you got laid Celin? three months?" "would you fuck off? it's not my turn keep that question for when I choose truth again. And seriously, are we 15? Make out?" "Come on Cele it's nothing serious, what is your boyfriend jeaous?"

Bez realizes the guy is pointing at him. Fuck fuck no he's probably blushing oh god. "Not my boyfriend stop that, you act like a child, grow up fuck's sake"

Bez notices that Cele's gaze lingers on him a bit longer than it should, a bit too much on his lips, a bit too much on his cheeks.

"Now, do the dare Luca come on" Cele rolls his eyes, turning towards Luca, apparently, waiting for him to move.

And Bez finds it very hard not to push the guy away and take his place. He stares as he closes the distance, taking Cele's chin between his fingers and pulling him in for the kiss, tongue slipping past Cele's lips almost immediately, as if it's normal for them to kiss Cele like that.

God he whishes it was normal for him too. But it isn't. Not in the slightest. He's forcing his brain to think of anything but the scene unfolding before his eyes, he doesn't trust his self control enough.

As the two break away Cele makes a strange face, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his friend laughing. "You taste like cigarettes fucking hell it's disgusting"

His friends laugh, Bez laughs along, trying to fit in, trying to hide his bulge with his sweater, hoping Cele didn't notice.

They spend a whole other half an hour playing, Bez getting dared to do a handstand after downing a shot of vodka and say whether or no has he ever paid for sex, Cele having to talk about his first time and the other two dared to do something Bez doesn't remember at all.

Cele's friends decide to go back home after a while, saying bye to the two, Bez practically going crazy because he still can't stop thinking about the fact Cele has done things with men before.

Cele gets up and exits the room, Bez waiting a full minute before following, hoping he will forget about this night.

As he gets out tho, he's pulled into the bathroom by someone.

As soon as he manages to realise who pulled him in he’s sweating again.

Cele has him pressed against a wall, he somehow already locked the door, he’s checking for eventual people in the corridor before turning back his gaze to a messy looking Bez.

“What’s this for Cele? I uhm I think we should go back home”

Cele is smiling, looking at him like a cat does with a mouse he’s got trapped.

He’s pressed on Bez with his whole body, one of his legs conveniently placed between Bez’s and he can feel how affected the older is by his actions.

“You know I wasn’t sure at first, when you pulled that face at the first question I thought you’d be angry at me, but instead you seem rather pleased by what I said no?”

He presses his leg more on Bez’s bulge, having him bite his lip and tilt his head back against the bathroom tiles.

“Did you think about it Marco? About me on my knees for a man? Or did you picture yourself instead of a random guy?”

He tries to keep it in, but a moan inevitably escapes his lips as he feels Cele's much too hot breath on his neck, making him shiver, goosebumps running all over his body.

"If you answer me I may think about showing you how I do it" Bez had never thought Cele had this side to him, a side so - tempting, flirty, confident, fucking hot.

"Myself" "Didn't hear you tesoro" "I pictured myself. You on your knees looking up at me, you looked perfect"

Cele smiles, moving a hand to cup Bez through his jeans, slowly lowering himself to his knees, watching his head race at 300 km/h as he does.

He unbuckles his pants, unzipping them at the speed of light, jeans pooling at his ankles, Cele unforgiving mouthing at Bez's dick through his boxers, drawing deep moans from him.

"Please"

Cele smiles, a wicked, evil smirk on his face as he tugs down Bez's boxers, stroking his dick a few times covering it in precum leaking from the tip before eventually starting to wrap his lips around the head, sucking lightly, hearing Bez moan.

It feels intoxicating to Cele, the way he can get Bez weak for him just with that little he's doing right now.

He eventually has pity for him, and starts bobbing his head, tongue playing with the tip every time he reaches it.

After what seems like an hour, but it's probably only minutes he can feel Bez's hips buckling irregularly, moans becoming deeper and the grip on his hair strengthening every passing second.

"Cele fuck you're amazing. Much better than I thought" Bez is breathing heavily, he just feels he's so close it hurts, he needs Cele to let him do it, he has to.

"I'm close I - fuck - please I need to"

Cele doesn't even have to wait for Bez to be able to finish his sentence because he knows, he doesn't stop his movements, increasing the pace instead, using his hand to cover what his mouth can't reach, feeling Be'z knees almost giving out as he's pressed against the wall.

"Cele" it's a moan suffocated from a hand he manages to put before his mouth, trying to preserve that little ounce of dignity he has with him still.

He comes hard down Cele's throat, the boy surprisingly not coughing as the hot liquid spills past his tongue.

He goes to sit on the edge of the bathtub, breathing hard, sweat running down his back, he can still feel the phantom of Cele's mouth on his dick.

"You - god - you sucked me off" "Well you didn't stop me" "No it's not - you sucked me off" "Have you never noticed the way I look at you? "Eh no? Like we all look at each other I didn't pay attention"

Cele smirks, he's obviously hard in his pants right now, and Bez wants to help so bad he forgets how to breathe.

He gets up from the bathtub he's on, sitting beside Cele on the ground, slowly unzipping his zip and unbuckling the belt, seeing Cele's dick twitch for attention.

"Marco you don't have to, I can do it myself" "But I want to" "Fuck...fine do it"

Bez spits in his hand, is quick to slip it past the waistband of Cele's boxers, curling it around his dick, drawing a moan from him as he begins stroking it at a regular pace, his thumb playing with the tip from time to time, to see how much Cele could last in a situation like that.

"Marco faster please" Cele thrusts up in Bez's fist, trying to get as much friction as possible.

He's got read cheeks and he's gripping at the floor tiles, trying to hold back from coming all over his friend's hand.

"Be good Cele come for me" it's the last straw, he can't restrain himself anymore, and thanks Bez for kissing him right as he comes, his moan getting swallowed in the kiss, that keep son getting more and more heated as Cele comes like that, covering Bez's fist with his cum, desperate and rapid breaths being the only sounds filling up the room.

"Fuck" "You good?" "Yeah yeah I yeah. Just need a moment to catch my breath"

They both stay like that for a few minutes, until it becomes uncomfortable, Bez washing off his hand and Cele trying his best to clean himself up and not smell like sex.

"Do you want to maybe continue this at mine?" Bez asks, gaze inquisitory, he has to be sure this is not going to be something they sweep under a rug and never talk about again.

"Yeah, couldn't fucking wait anymore I swear"

I uh yeah sorry forgot this one in the drafts as usual, managed to finish it now

ASK GAME

[lulamadison]

So last night I had a drunk idea for a fanfic. It was miserable as hell, but I seemed very excited about it, judging by my tumblr posts 🤣

Today I found a text file named "Anti Lawrusso fic" on my phone, and it was filled with notes for this fic, so I decided to actually write it... (I am a huge Lawrusso fan, so this fic idea took me by surprise when I read it lol)

Sorry about any mistakes. I haven't even read this through, but I'll fix them tomorrow

I'm actually going to warn for dub-con on this one, even though everything is consensual.

Summary: Johnny will do anything to keep his kids safe, even if it means lying to Daniel.

I Was Made For Loving You

“I love you,” Daniel sighed as he tenderly brushed his fingers through the hair at Johnny's temple.

Daniel was laid on top of him, his weight pressing down, trapping Johnny's spent cock against his damp belly.

Johnny stared up at him, grateful that Daniel was was still with him.

He'd do anything to keep Daniel happy.

No matter what.

It was strange the way it started, Johnny thought.

Daniel had confessed his love in the dojo one day and it had taken him by surprise.

“I love you,” Daniel said, as he reached out and placed his hand on Johnny's arm. “And I know you feel the same way. I've seen how you look at me.”

Johnny took a step back, his mouth opening and closing, before he finally said, “You love me?”

Daniel's face fell, like a sudden and crushing realisation had just hit him, and Johnny couldn't figure out what the hell was going on.

“Oh my god,” Daniel said, as he closed his eyes

“What?” Johnny asked, his head still swimming in confusion.

Daniel looked down at the floor, his face flushing red, as he quietly said, “You don't feel the same way.”

“Wait,” Johnny said, holding up a hand. “You love me?”

“I need to go,” Daniel said, as he turned and started to walk away. He glanced back, over his shoulder and said, “I'm sorry. Just forget this happened.”

“Daniel!” Johnny shouted after him, as the door closed.

Johnny bought a six pack on the way home. He already had one in his refrigerator, but six beers wasn't going to cut it. He needed to get wasted tonight.

Three beers in, sat on his couch, and he still couldn't get it straight in his head.

LaRusso was in love with him.

They were good friends now, yeah, but love?

How the hell had that happened?

Johnny was just thankful every day that LaRusso seemed to have forgiven him for what went down between them back in high school, and he really valued the friendship that they had now. Daniel was someone he could rely on, and he didn't have many people like that in his life.

Sure, he was a loud mouth cocky little shit at heart, just like he'd been at 16, but he knew if he needed help, or simply just someone to grab a beer with on Friday night, Daniel would be there for him.

Apparently Daniel had seen their friendship as something more than that though.

“Shit,” Johnny said, as he sat upright.

Daniel had split with Amanda just a couple of months ago.

Had Daniel left his wife for him? Had LaRusso blown apart his own marriage, only for Johnny to shoot him down in flames?

Daniel wouldn't have done that surely, not without finding out if Johnny felt the same way?

“And I know you feel the same way. I've seen how you look at me.”

That's what Daniel had said, just after his big confession.

“Fuck,” Johnny whispered to himself.

He went to the refrigerator and took out the second six pack.

He really should have bought more beer.

Daniel didn't come to class for the next week.

“He hasn't been answering many of my messages. I think he's sick,” Sam said with a frown, when Johnny asked her where her dad was. “I haven't seen him much to be honest. Since he and my mom split he hasn't been the same.”

“OK, well if you talk to him will you tell him I was asking after him?” Johnny said.

Sam shrugged, she turned away, and over her shoulder she bitterly said, “Tell him yourself. You probably see him more often than I do.”

After class Johnny stopped off at the Mini Mart for more beer.

There was something in Sam's reply that filled him with dread. Did she know her dad was in love with him? Did she know that Daniel torpedoed his own life for a guy who didn't have a clue how he felt?

Johnny picked up his beer and took it to the register, then said, “I need a bottle of Whiskey too.”

The guy placed the bottle on the counter and rang it up, barely looking up as Johnny handed over the cash.

Johnny grabbed the bottle and headed out of the door, walking quickly across the lot towards the van.

As he rounded the corner, pulling his keys out, he came face to face with John Kreese, and dropped the bottle of Whiskey.

“Fuck!” Johnny shouted as the bottle hit the ground and shattered.

“It's for the best,” Kreese said. “You drink too much.”

“What the hell, man?” Johnny asked, staring at him. “What are you doing here? The cops will be looking for you.”

Kreese shrugged. “I'm sure they have more pressing matters than searching for an old man.”

“I'm going to call them, you know?” Johnny said, as he jabbed a finger into Kreese's chest. “You need to be rotting in a cell.”

“I came with a warning,” Kreese said, his face growing dark.

“Oh yeah? What's that?” Johnny asked. “You gonna try something?”

“Terry is getting out of jail tomorrow,” Kreese said. “And I know that he has his sights set on your boy.”

“What?” Johnny gasped. “How is he getting out of jail after what he did?”

“Money will buy you a lot of freedom,” Kreese said.

“Why the hell is taking his shit out on Robby?” Johnny asked. “He should be coming after me or LaRusso.”

“He's not really interested in Robby,” Kreese said. “Taking Robby away from you is your punishment for your part in his downfall, especially now the boy is without a Sensei.”

“What the hell's that supposed to mean?” Johnny asked, taking a step forward. “Robby is my student.”

“No,” Kreese said. “LaRusso is his Sensei and with him in the wind, Robby will be easy to poach.”

Johnny stiffened. “What do you know about LaRusso?”

“I know you've had a falling out and he's no longer on the scene,” Kreese said. “It's a shame because he was really the only thing keeping Terry away, now he knows how to beat him.”

“Daniel?” Johnny asked. “Silver is scared of him?”

“As close to fear as someone like him can feel,” Kreese said with a shrug. “And without LaRusso it's open season on you and your students.”

“You're lying,” Johnny said angrily.

“Am I?” Kreese said, raising and eyebrow. He turned and began to walk away, then turned back and said, “I guess time will tell.”

“Shit,” Johnny said, as he paced his living room.

The kids were in danger. Robby was in danger, because Johnny had scared away the one person who was keeping him at bay.

He had to do something. He had to bring Daniel back.

He couldn't do this without him. He couldn't imagine a world where Miyagi-Do didn't win, and he couldn't do it without Daniel.

He knew what he had to do.

Johnny sat in his car outside LaRusso's new place, downing the last of his Whiskey. He'd drank the small bottle while sitting nervously, trying to get the courage to knock on the door.

His head was swimming with the alcohol, blotting out his thoughts.

He had to do this.

He dropped the empty bottle into the footwell, then climbed out of the car.

He walked down the path and rang the doorbell, praying that Daniel would answer.

The door opened.

“Come to watch me embarrass myself again?” Daniel slurred, holding a bottle of beer in his hand.

“No,” Johnny said as he took a step inside and closed the door after himself.

“So what are you doing here?” Daniel asked, swaying on his feet.

Johnny took a deep breath, then he reached out and grabbed Daniel, as he said, “I came for this.”

He pushed Daniel against the wall and kissed him, pressing his tongue past his lips and into his mouth.

If Johnny kept his eyes closed it was no different to kissing a chick, he reasoned. As long as he ignored the scratch of stubble against his chin.

Daniel groaned into his mouth, raising his hands and threading his fingers through Johnny's hair as he pulled him closer and kissed him hungrily.

Daniel stopped, squirming away, and putting a hand on Johnny's chest, pushing him away.

“No,” Daniel said. “You don't love me.”

“You took me by surprise,” Johnny said, as he reached out and gripped the front of Daniel's shirt, pulling him closer.

“Bullshit,” Daniel said. “I thought you felt the same way, but you acted like you'd never thought about me like that ever.”

“I'd been ignoring my own feelings for so long I'd gotten used to denying them,” Johnny said desperately. “That's why I acted like that.”

“You really do love me?” Daniel asked, his eyes lighting up.

“Yeah,” Johnny said. “I do.”

Six months.

They'd been together six months now.

Daniel didn't seem to notice or care that Johnny was drunk every time they had sex.

It was what he had to do to get through it.

The fact was that Johnny wasn't gay. He didn't find men attractive. He didn't find Daniel attractive, but a man's hand on his dick was still a hand on his dick, so it looked like he enjoyed the sex at least.

The first time Daniel suggested they try anal Johnny knew he wouldn't be able to get it up, so he let Daniel do him.

It felt strange and awful, but he still came.

The rest of the time, it was just like before. They were like two best friends who just happened to live together and sleep together.

Johnny could still count on Daniel to be there when he needed him. They still taught classes together. They still had a drink on Friday night's and watched movies together, just like before.

It was worth it to keep Terry Silver away, Johnny thought.

“I love you,” Daniel breathed again, his fingers still tenderly brushing the hair at Johnny's temple.

Johnny looked up at him, seeing Daniel's eyes so full of love and care.

It was worth it.

It was worth it to keep Daniel happy and the kids safe.

It was worth it to keep Robby safe.

“I love you too,” Johnny lied.

[asukaskerian]

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🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP. ot4 still!

Goat: okay, picture this. nineteen, five months pregnant, sleeping under a bridge. 

Me: alone?

Goat: don't interrupt me. 

Me: who knocked you up

Goat: idk some jerk

Me: hn

Goat: grimmjow. >:(

Me: yeah fine ok. sleeping under a bridge.

Goat: suddenly, guy in a limo. 

Me: suspension of disbelief crashed

Goat: fuckin pick it up then! Guy. In a LIMO.

Goat: by the way it's also raining copiously and my tattered t-shirt is sticking to me like cling wrap.

Me: ................. ok how much thought did you put into this

Goat: ANYWAY guy brings me to his manor (shut up. Yes the manor is essential and also the bed the size of two parking spots.)

Goat: hot bath with bubbles, five courses dinner, etc etc etc. then comes the time to pay my rent with my body, BUT!

Goat: intimidated, i believe he will then ravish me!!

Me: and then you wonder why women take ten centuries to nut. If you gotta rewrite war and peace first 

Goat: shuuuut the frickfrack up 

Goat: it turns out! I am not for him! His beloved wife is in a tender condition (swooning, possibly also pregnant) and he, too vigorous and virile, etc etc

Goat: just saying, i would go down like the titanic.

Me: uh huh

Goat: very grateful and also very seduced etc etc, him looming sternly to ensure i do it right, her overwhelmed, never knew the touch of a woman, yadda yadda

Me: i'm still stuck on how SOME GUY got you pregnant and fucked off

Goat: OKAY FINE there's this sexy bad boy who knocked me up, condom broke, i didn't tell him BUT he finds out, comes to find me just in time to see the limo take me away!

Goat: climbs the wall to rescue me from my lascivious captor

Me: if i gotta keep dictionary.com open for this

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🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP. i have SO MANY???

"So. Yeah. Roommates suck. You pay more than them and it chafes your ass, you pay less and you can't open your mouth without being told you can also get the fuck out if you've got a problem, nobody but you will wash a single fucking plate, the TV's broken and nobody will fess up, then someone throws a fist."

Ichigo opens his mouth, closes his mouth -- and then apparently can't hold back any farther than that and says drolly, "Yeeeeah, I suspect that might have been the 'bunch of feral teen bastards raising each other' thing mixed with 'where's the money coming from tomorrow' stress." 

Nelliel chokes on a laugh she really wasn't expecting. "That's... Huh."

"... Sounds fake, but okay." Grimmjow squints. "You ain't gonna tell us being saddled with roommates as a married couple is awesome though."

... Now why did Ichigo clear his throat like that? 

He stands all at once, bussing his and Hime's glasses back to the sink, and starts the hot water to wash them, studiously not looking at any of them. Nel blinks. Okay, that's -- suspicious? Strange? 

"Honestly, I used to live with two sisters and my dad who has a really big personality, let's call it that, and my room was Grand Central for all our friends back in high school. It's quiet here, and that's cool, but we live too far from all of them to just drop by so we haven't really seen them in months. The neighbors are alright but we don't hang out either, so..."

Nelliel nods slowly, brow furrowed. His head's still bowed over his glass, scrubbing at nothing. "I guess. But that's visiting, not..."

"Visiting is good! And I..." Orihime tangles her fingers together, staring down at her hands. "After my brother died -- I was fourteen -- I lived alone, in a studio -- and it was... lonely." 

"Oh right, your bitch aunt." 

Ichigo's hand slips on the spigot; water splashes. He splutters, getting a faceful; Nel slaps a hand on her mouth. Fuck.

Grimmjow is staring, not even at Nelliel's sudden comment or at Ichigo being ridiculous, but at Orihime. "Didn't hear about that."

"Well! I still had my own place and all! It's pretty cool for a teenager! Serious street cred!" 

"You hated it," Grimmjow retorts, eyes gone narrow.

"I hated it," Orihime admits, voice quiet. "But I spent a lot of time at Tatsuki-chan's house and at Ichigo's, so it wasn't too bad. Then I got into a share-house for university! That was great." She takes a deeper breath, like she's bracing. "I like that Nel-chan is here during the day. I kinda -- otherwise, I just... I do chores, I guess." 

Stranded at the sink, Ichigo looks stricken, like he didn't know, didn't fully realize. 

"All my other friends work," Orihime adds, bowing her head. "And it's -- it's nice, keeping house! It's my house, I like doing it! But it doesn't take all the hours in my day, you know? And it's -- quiet."

Ichigo steps up to her, rests a hand on her back. She smiles up at him, bright like she said nothing of importance. He furrows his brow back; he's not buying it. 

Her smile shrinks, turns sadder. Nel turns her glass in her hands.  

Everyone is silent for a moment. 

"We should have had this conversation in the pillow fort," Orihime says all at once, eyebrows furrowed very seriously.

Nelliel cracks up.

[silvertsundere]

Silver Talks AniManga (06/08/23)

"huh why is zom ep4 here wasn't that last week's?" yeah but it got delayed to monday. "oh ok. what about ep5 of it then?" it got delayed for a week, unfortunately they seem to be having production issues 😔 also FINALLY after months of waiting they added gokurakugai on M+ so got to read that

green - new series/new to me

Anime

Pokemon Horizons Ep16

the conclusion of this mini arc and the final member of the starter owner trio AND dot's first battle. it was a nice episode, looked better than the average one, tho not as much as I expected it would from what mega said but my fault for getting my hopes too high. dot finally told riko she's gurumin too (since riko is a damn fool) so it's good that's out of the way now too. ALSO they revealed some more villains, including 2 girls and both their designs and voices are great so looking forward to when it's their turn to hound the protags

Atelier Ryza Ep6

yooooooooo she said the thing anyway it's crazy for me to think that we're already halfway through the season, time's fucked up this episode marked the building of the hideout and the first little act of the story so we should be getting some more adventuring and such for the rest of this, dunno if they'll cover the whole game but we'll see, doubt they'd do a S2 but could be wrong

Zom 100 Ep4

well on ep 1 I said I the show looked great but I was worried about the studio being able to keep it up since they're new, and then ep 4 got delayed a day and now ep 5 got delayed to next week so that's... worrying, hopefully doesn't become a constant thing. tho despite the delay ep 4 still looked as good, but we'll see how it is for ep 5. as for the ep itself it was nice, nothing really impressive other than the explosion near the start, I'm just waiting for the foreign girl to show up up and them all to get together and start traveling. also also, saw some spoilers for the newest chap of the manga and it's very HUH, hope that the next chap shows it didn't really happen, or something happened after the cut cause otherwise it'd be very weird and make it hard to keep motivated to keep watching

Manga

Gokurakugai Ch1 - 10

I've been waiting for this got get added to M+ since damn march 1st!!! it got picked up for viz so I was like "oh should be on m+ soon enough" but apparently not smh. coulda've read it on viz but that'd require some work arounds and I was lazy + thinking it wouldn't take that long.

but ANYWAY this series. yet another exorcist series in the ever growing sea of them, tho that's not the reason why I decided to start reading it. it's cause the designs slap and the art's extremely good, but what pushed me over the edge was this incredible qt. anyway it's good tho, wasn't expecting much but was plesantly surprised. started off just being a monster of the week thing introducing the charas and world but it just ended the first lil arc and it was good. seems like next up will be a training arc (?), tho waiting til next month for the next chap is gonna be rough.

Blooming Love Ch10

I said p early on that for a romance series this was moving p fast but I didn't expect them to be at this stage already. since there's not really other plot points to follow and whatnot idk what they could do next, so maybe it could end soon, but we'll see

Kill Blue Ch16

what the hell???? is it getting axed?? it's very weird for this to be happening out of nowhere like this when a big part of the plot was to find a way to revert his age again. guess we'll have to wait for the next chap to really have an idea but no jump next week so gonna be a hard wait

Spy x Family Ch86

it was quite the long arc (2nd longest after the ship?) but now it's over. it was good overall, had been a while since some twilight action, a lot of neat stuff happened but it doesn't feel like it moved the main plot forward, we'll see how the aftermath for it goes tho

Tenmaku Cinema Ch17

tenmaku has been good, as usual, just a shame that it's on the way to getting axed, they're already almost done with filming so just like 3-5 more chaps should be enough to finish? it's a shame readers didn't like it more, I think it's really good (helped a lot by it being a veteran duo) but oh well, I'll enjoy it while it lasts

Blue Box Ch112

very good chap, not only has it been a while since hina was around but she came back "recovered" from being rejected only to find out about them dating and going back to hurting all over again, this needed to happen sooner or later but I'm glad it was sooner. totally expecting her to date kyo tho but it's prob gonna be a bit til that (tho I could also see ayame dating him since the author has been teasing that for a bit)

My Hero Academia Ch396

you know a chap was good when you get to the end thinking it was too short and wanting more, had been looking forward to this fight, wondering how the hell he was even gonna do it but this is really cool. hype for the rest of it, also predicting that he's gonna take AFO down with him cause there's no way he'll live past this lol

Akane-banashi Ch73

I can't believe how right my prediction from months ago was... I jinxed my poor akane (tho I said hikaru would get 96 and akane 93 but close enough). great chap tho, the last few pages hit really hard too. hang in there akane I believe in you

[jumpscaregoose]

Shaman King (2021) rewatch: ep 1

I decided to rewatch the 2021 anime (again) because it's been a few months since I last sat down and watched it. chronicling my opinions on each episode because why not

I always forget 2021 opens with this scene because literally no other version does lmao. makes sense because the first few episodes are kind of episodic/meandering but with how much they sped it up we get to the shaman fight within 5 episodes? and even though the hao/yoh siblings thing is pretty obvious it still feels weird to put it here

soul salvation may be my least favourite shaman king op but it still slaps (over soul is the best one fight me. and also go listen to the peaky p-key remix of it. my friend who plays rhythm games sent it to me and they were right. it good)

absolutely iconic shot it gives me so many brain noises

manta suddenly being able to see ghosts is never explained, I don't think. takei my guy holy shit

one day I'm going to take the time to stand on a bridge for a while. not anytime soon I don't have the patience

I have nothing to say about this screenshot yoh's just adorable. he does look a lot younger in these early episodes too

I love how despite yoh's general persona his first response to someone messing with his friend was moderate violence

hyoi gattai is very cool and should have been used more after they introduced over soul. every time they bring it in after over soul (ren vs nichrom, jun vs hon hon in red crimson) it's one of the coolest scenes imaginable

and so the descent of ryu's hair begins

I didn't think local smithies were that common until I was talking to my dad and apparently my hometown has one. so that's neat

totally 100% just friends and not gay at all you guys

2021 really just throws ren in immediately. it's like prologue over here's an emo with the most ridiculous design you've ever seen. I actually randomly found a jacket like his at the thrift store for like $6 and it's one of my most prized possessions

and of course the 2021 eds are the best pieces of shaman king animation I've ever seen. they're like those funkuro still images in motion. and this first one is The Best it has pirica in it

so excited to watch through this series again it's my beloved. I am also watching through 2001 currently but they're Different ok.

episode 1 is fun because I always remember watching it for the first time on a road trip in the middle of the night and just being. so confused. by everything. and now it's just oh yeah ren's hair we've all seen it

[thenixkat]

Ok onto the next comic. Secret Origins (1986) with Ted's origin story in the DC universe

Dan goes back to being a redhead. And now Ted is also a redhead. Do like the dark red curly hair on Ted, hate the blue eyes tho. How many white people in this story have blue eyes too? Man sorry brown eyes white people, ya cousins don't seem to like yall.

also Dan wears glasses in this

Dan what the fuck (man really decided to be fatphobic for no fucking reason), also, don't start an international incident

Usono archeologist wants to start an international incident even more than the og version of him did

how did Dan never get cursed in his whole career? given magic is real in this world

again retroactively this is Khaji Da talking to Dan inside his head

Dan really said 'oh no i'm a superhero i can't settle down'. I said it b4 Dan is a massive slut. Why you mackin' on all yer female coworkers everywhere you go?

Dan is a slut, got ladies in every country

In this continuity, Dan was only Blue Beetle for a few months fighting a bunch of different villains around the world b4 vanishing

Apparently, dude superheroed for a few months and then retired on his own till Ted asked for help with his mad scientist uncle

Dude really said 'alright my work here is done' after a few months of heroing. wild. Smart yes b/c superheroing is a career that will break yer body and soul and destroy all yer relationships in no time flat and kill you relatively young, but still wild.

yeah i dont get the impression that papa Kord likes Ted.

also it's wild that some of the posts I've seen hateing on Victoria Kord for …existing now... really think that her existence would ruin the alienation that Ted feels from his father and the whole dead mom thing that shaped a lot of his personality but like… it's easy to get basically the same effect if you just make Ted the unfavorite child. Like having an older sibling that likes and supports you very much doesn't cancel out a parent not giving a shit about you or actively disliking you.

Granted those posts largely looked to have come from shippers and shippers in general are very much not fans of characters having relationships of any kind outside of their ship that they can't use to service their ship or act like don't exist.

And one person who seemed mad about Victoria's existence b/c how dare a character who was created last year to be a family member of a character that's existed for more than 60 yrs not have been in any of the stories that existed well b4 her creation (like shit cant get retconned in the future and also like the current Blue Beetle comics share continuity with the pre-death Ted comics when they very much don't).

And also that her existence would fuck up Countdown to Infinite Crisis b/c Ted's isolation was crucial to that story's plot to be able to happen... which hahahah damn? You liked Countdown? You thought Ted's isolation wasn't contrived as all hell? You think the writer of Countdown would have let Victoria do shit when they didn't let any of Ted's other relationships outside fo Booster do shit??? They way Countdown had to keep Ted from properly communicating with people and how it made Ted and Babs' friendship so completely blatantly ooc that it felt down right insulting just so Ted wouldn't have her as part of his support network? That Countdown?

Of course, I blocked that ignoramus.

Also, Countdown gave Ted a whole fucking older brother and I've not seen folks aggravated about that.

Ted horrified he made indestructible robots that were gonna be used for evil by his Uncle.

sir, recreate that formula and use it on the Bug so you don't have to repair her as much from getting smashed

Dan really came out of retirement and died

...Ted came out of retirement and died

I guess Jaime just... can't retire ...or else

Uncle Jarvis def committed many murders.

Papa Kord saw the homicidal tendencies in his brother and said 'yeah, no. not trusting you'

i'm gonna assume that Uncle Jarvis may have tried to take over the Kord company/fortune b4. Like certainly didn't work but man had to have made a go for it

i do assume the 'you made them its yer fault' def did a number on Ted's mental and his feelings of guilt over Dan's death

and here Dan shielded Ted from the blast

Crisis crossover: Yes Ted has the Scarab Secrt Origen: No Ted doesn't have the scarab Me: yall made by the same company, none of yall could fact-check?

What do you mean it only took Ted days to make the Bug by himself? That's a whole fucking mecha!

local nerd gets swole and then works on a costume

[reallyromealone]

Eddie x Dustin's brother 3

The one where they are dating not the one with baby

Omegaverse

X

It had been two months since Eddie and (name) went on their first impromptu date and Eddie had begun the courting process with a shirt of his.

"It's not much but..." Eddie was a little shy but looked confused at (name)s big grin as he took it from his hands and led him into the omegas room, the brunette watching in awe as (name) carefully tucked it in his nest before going to his bed and giving Eddie a smaller pillow that was heavy with his scent "now you have something!"

Eddie carefully took the soft pillow and even just holding it he could smell the addictive aroma that was (name) "now when I'm not there to cuddle you can still smell me" (name) said sweetly and Eddie used all his strength to not pounce and kiss his beautiful face.

"Thanks sweetness"

Eddie watched as (name) blushed at the nickname, learning quickly at how weak the Omega was at pretty pet names like that but he also learned it was only when Eddie did it.

He gave Tommy a very heated glare when he tried flirting.

Eddie would not lie when he said it was really hot.

He also learned despite being a softer Omega, he has stood up for his brother and little friends especially on Halloween when apparently Billy tried running them over.

Not to mention he was very big on Omega rights.

Eddie was a little shocked when he found out he needed his mate or an alpha to open a bank account for him.

He was everything and more and Eddie wanted to spend his life with him.

He also didn't judge him for graduating late!

"So this Friday... I was wondering if you could do something for me" (name) said softly and looked at Eddie hopefully "and what's that baby?"

"I need you to scent stuff for me"

Eddie was a little confused and (name) took it upon himself to explain further "my heat is Monday and I want your scent in my nest" by now (name)s face was beet red and Eddie felt his heart explode "you want...my scent in your nest?"

"Well yeah, you're my alpha "

His alpha.

Eddie was his alpha.

Eddie blue screened right there as (name) looked at him all blushy and stuff "is that...is that ok?"

"Angel...that's amazing" Eddie replied finally coming down from cloud nine to look at his sweet boyfriend who stared back with stars in his eyes "then Friday you come here whenever, it will take a while so I will make sure there's snacks" and then (name) began rambling happily and Eddie just watched lovestruck as he saw his Omega talk away happily.

When Friday came he could already smell the difference in his omegas pharamones.

It was heavenly.

(Name) gently took Eddie's hands, the cool sensation of his rings felt nice against (name)s warm hands and his large hands basically engulfed the omegas.

Eddie sat before (name) and his deconstructed nest as the Omega handed him things to scent, purring as he watched Eddie rub them around his neck.

(Name) was far more touchy and cuddly, very obviously in his preheat "I'm gonna miss you during those days baby, I will be waiting every day until it passes" Eddie's voice was like velvet to (name) as he watched him scent his stuff and couldn't help himself as he pushed himself into Eddie's arms, snuggling into his chest.

Eddie chuckled at his boyfriend before scenting him and then the pattern started.

Nesting materials

Nesting materials

(Name)

This went on for hours until Mrs.Henderson came in with snacks and chuckled at (name)s behaviour "at least he isn't being all guard Omega over poor Dusty"

(Name) was completely blissed out as the two spoke "What do you mean?"

"Well when omegas are presented with pups during a heat they get really protective over them and Dusty could barely go to the bathroom without poor (name) following him"

Eddie couldn't help but imagine that and laugh, (name) sure was something else.

"Well I will leave you two to this, if he gets more feral call for me" she said and left the two, Eddie taking a sandwich and taking a bite before offering it to (name) and the Omega took a bite before going back into his chest.

When Eddie finished, (name) finally pried himself from the Alphas chest and began his nest building and Eddie was fascinated by it as he watched the other carefully weave the materials into what had to say was the best nest he has ever seen.

Even if it was the only nest he had ever seen.

Not a lot of omegas wanted to hang around Eddie, more interested in stereotypical alphas like Steve and Billy so it was pretty new and learned as he went.

Thank god he semi payed attention to sex Ed.

It was late evening by time (name) finished and turned to look at Eddie with an intensity and before he knew it he was pushed gently in the best with an Omega snuggling into him and Eddie just followed his instincts and held him close, their scents mingling.

When Eddie was finally freed he was given the shirt (name) was wearing, heavy with preheat pharamones that Eddie may or may not jerk off too later.

"By baby, be good yeah?"

(Name) pouted at his words and Eddie leaned to kiss his pouty lips and pulling away before (name) could deepen it "see you in a few days baby"

Eddie by no means wanted to leave him but he knew he needed to.

He wouldn't do anything until his mate was read---

Wait what.

Did he just call (name) his mate?

The words felt nice in his mind, Eddie smiling like a fool as he drove home.

His clothes reeked of (name) and he couldn't be happier.

[michelleleewise]

I have a request🙈 I’m feelings angsty today so im thinking about something like Loki forgetting an important date night and went out with the avengers after a mission completely forgetting about their plans. meanwhile steve has had an eye on y/n the entire time she was in a relationship with Loki so when heatbroken y/n eventually breaks up with Loki after being neglected and forgotten for a while and Steve gets closer to her and takes her out on a date, Loki does everything to get her back!! ❤️

OK, angst train pulling into the station........🥺🥺

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Come Back

Pairing: Loki x f! Reader

Warnings: mild swearing, yelling, angst, hurt, slight mention of alcohol, neglected feelings, angst with happy ending

Summary: you and Loki had been dating for awhile, and when things were good they were great. But lately, loki seems distracted and you've had all you can take.

You finished setting the table, making sure everything was perfect for your date with Loki. You had spent most of the day in the kitchen, slaving over the stove to make sure everything was just right. Things had been a bit rocky between you two lately, between missions, and paperwork you hadn't been spending much time together, and when you did he seemed distant. After the last stark party you both attended ended in a yelling match about him ignoring you the whole time to mingle, you both decided one night a week would be date night. Just the two of you without any distractions, to reconnect.

You finished setting the food out, looking up seeing it was six o'clock, you hurried and got ready, knowing Loki would be by your room at seven. You slipped on your new emerald green lingerie set you bought just for him, slipping on your most revealing dress that would make Nat proud, you fluffed your hair and touched up your make up before making your way back to living room, anxiously awaiting the arrival of your mischievous God.

You sat on the couch, playing with the hem of your dress, dinner long forgotten as you awaited Loki's return. You looked up seeing it was past two in the morning and you sighed "He forgot." You said to yourself, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. You felt your face heat up as you heard the door open into the dark living room, you knew who it was, as he stumbled inside, toeing his shoes off, flipping on the light. "Darling, why are you sitting in the dark?" He asked walking in further. "Did you forget something Loki?" You asked not looking at him. He furrowed his eyebrows, clearly confused. "Where were you?" You asked finally looking at him. "After the mission, Thor took us all out to celebrate." He smiled as he came closer, leaning down you could smell the alcohol on him.

You got up, making your way to the table, the food still spread out. "It's good to know where I stand with you." You said as you cleared the table. "What do you mean?" He asked following you "what is today? What is it we agreed to last week hmm?" You asked crossing your arms. You saw realization hit him as he saw how you were dressed, the food laid out, candles burnt down to the holders "No, I totally forgot." He said looking at you "yeah, I'm pretty easy to forget apparently." You said throwing a plate of food in the sink. "I'm so sorry love, it won't happen again." He said stepping closer to you. "That's what you said the last eight times Loki! You always forget our dates! You always forget....me." you said feeling the tears welling in your eyes.

"Darling I'm very busy, you have to understand.." he started "Oh I understand loki! Drinking with your friends is more important then coming home to your girlfriend." You said pushing past him. "Darling.." he started "Don't! Just don't. I can't do this anymore Loki. Six months is long enough." You said sighing. "What are you saying love?" He said stepping closer "I'm saying I'm done Loki. I could accept being second, hell maybe even third priority, but your last, I won't do it." You sighed shaking your head. "I need you to leave." You said going to the door. "But y/n.." he started "I said leave! I can't be with you anymore, I'm clearly not enough for you." You said looking down. He slowly walked over, grabbing his shoes and jacket, stopping through the door "im truly sorry y/n." He said but you didn't respond as you closed the door.

A few weeks had gone by, you spent most of your nights crying yourself to sleep. Your days mainly spent on autopilot, barely functioning. You had barely seen Loki since that night, occasionally running onto him in the halls, or the common room, you actively tried to avoid him."Hey y/n. How are you?" You heard Steve as he came in the main kitchen "fine, you?" You asked sipping your coffee "Oh pretty good. Hey, I was wondering if I could ask you a question." He said smiling "sure." You turned looking at him "i was wondering if I could take you to dinner tonight?" He asked watching your reaction. "Umm, sure, why not." You said smiling. "Great, I'll pick you up at eight." He said "ok sounds good." You said heading back to your room.

"Y/n, did I hear that correctly?" You heard behind you, turning to see Loki standing behind you. "Depends on what you heard." You shrugged feigning indifference. "You are going on a date with that, that boy scout?" He asked stepping closer. "Why do you care Loki?" You asked crossing your arms "You didn't care what I was doing before. Why now?" You stood waiting. "I have always cared y/n." He said. "Oh, is that why you ignored me, went out without me, talked to other women in front of me, because you cared?" You asked "y/n, I know I have failed you, but I want to make it up to you. I want to fix this, I want you to come back." He sighed coming closer. You shook your head "it's too late Loki, I love you and I always will. But I can't be last in your life, I'm sorry." You said, going into your room before your resolve broke and you lunged at him, sliding to the floor, you pulled your knees up to your chest and sobbed.

You got back from your date with Steve, he was nice, and clearly good looking, but it didn't feel right. You smiled as he walked you through the common room towards your room "I had a nice time y/n, I've wanted to ask you out for awhile, but you were spoken for." He smiled looking down. "I had a nice time too Steve, thank you." You smiled as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. You felt his arm slide around your back, pulling you towards him as he deepened the kiss, pressing you to the door of your room.

You broke the kiss, looking down as he held you to him. "I'm really tired, I should get to sleep." You said as he let go backing up "of course, I'll see you tomorrow y/n." He smiled "Goodnight Steve." You smiled back at him "Goodnight y/n." You heard as you went inside closing the door, leaning on it. You liked Steve, but he wasn't Loki, he couldn't make you feel the way Loki did, you doubted anyone ever could. You sighed kicking your shoes off and heading to your room. You changed into your pajamas getting ready for bed when you heard a knock on your door.

You opened it seeing Loki standing there, eyes swollen and red, his hair a disheveled mess, wearing a shirt and sweatpants as he looked up at you "y/n, please, im so sorry!" He said falling to his knees, grabbing you by your waist as he sobbed "I am so lost without you. You are everything to me." He said holding you tighter as your hand rested on his head "I will never forgive myself for my stupidity. I never should have treated you as I did. Please, let me make it up to you, come back to me." He said "Loki, you promised so many times, why should I believe this is any different?" You asked looking down as his eyes met yours "because I will prove it to you. Let me show you how much you mean to me, please. And if I fail I will never bother you again." He said watching you. "Loki, I can't let you hurt me again." You sighed closing your eyes. "I won't love, never again. Please, I can't lose you." He sobbed gripping your middle.

"You have alot to prove, are you sure I'm worth it?" You asked looking at him. "I would die a thousand deaths for you y/n. Let me prove myself worthy of you my queen." He said looking up at you. "This is your last chance Loki. I can't do this again." You said "you will not regret it love." He said, pulling you down with him, engulfing you in a hug. "I will show you my love, I swear it." He whispered in your ear. "I hope so Loki." You sighed as he rocked you back and forth.

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@vbecker10 @lulubelle814 @lokiprompts

[nomsugayoongi]

Make up/Make Out!

Pairing: Jungkook X OC fem

Warnings: It's just smut. Pure smut. 🔞

A/N: Written and edited on a phone so please forgive any mistakes. Suggestions for more are very welcome and also thoughts. Let me know what you think.

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"Am I good to finish for the night?"

She'd been on her feet all day. As make up and hair assistant to one of the most popular groups on the planet, her job consisted of being ready at any moment, day or night, to get the guys of BTS camera ready. Today had been a particularly heavy day. Photoshoots and zoom interviews. You would have thought a global pandemic would have slowed her workload right down but apparently not. The boys were just as busy as ever, determined to remain a presence even when the world was falling apart.

"I'm not sure actually. I think one of the guys is maybe doing a live. Shouldn't take long, just a touch up. Let me go check." Another assistant hurried off, leaving her in what had been dubbed the "ready room" She sighed, sorting the array of make up products strewn on the counter into each boys respective make up bag. 7 individual colour palettes. 7 skin tones. 7 favoured brands. She'd been doing it long enough now that she didn't have to think anymore. Jimin's chapstick in one bag. Hobi's concealer in another. She was tired and frustrated. 16 months of a global lockdown meant she was now living in the guys home in the staff wing. Apart from video calls, she hadn't seen anyone and wasn't able to leave really. On the odd occasion when she did have to accompany the guys somewhere, she was subjected to regular covid tests. It was all just a little overwhelming. Like much of the planet, she was beginning to feel a little stir crazy.

The door opened and the assistant from earlier poked her head round. "Jungkook is doing a live. He's on his way down now. Can you handle it or do you want me to stay?" She could see the hopeful look in her colleagues eye that she could go for the night. Sighing inwardly, she nodded. "I'm good. Enjoy the rest of the night. I'll see you in the morning." She said, faking a smile. An immediate thankful grin was aimed in her direction before her co-worker quickly dissapeared. She sighed again, picking out Jungkooks bag and rifling though it. A V Live wasn't as intense as actual interviews. She'd maybe need to touch up his foundation and neaten his hair. With any luck she could be done in 10 minutes.

She was just about finished setting up when the door opened again. She turned with a welcoming smile but frowned a little as he walked in. His hair was wet, a towel still slung around his shoulders, face completely bare. "Have you just showered?" She muttered. He nodded, strolling over to his favourite chair and slumping in it. "Yeah. I wasn't going to bother with a live but it's been ages and I miss ARMY. Plus I feel kind of restless tonight." He explained. She nodded, a little frustrated that she'd have to entirely redo his face and hair. So much for 10 minutes. But it was her job after all. "So what are we doing?" She questioned, walking up behind him and leaning on the chair, a hand either side of his shoulders. He shrugged, looking at her through the mirror in front of him. "Whatever you want. Just make me look ok for the live." He replied. She chuckled slightly, studying him through the mirror. "You already look ok for the live. But I'll dry your hair. It's freezing in the office. Can't have you catching a cold." She smiled. He chuckled, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his baggy cargo pants and loading up a game. She smiled a little more. Typical Jungkook.

She got to work, removing the damp towel from around his shoulders, tossing it aside and reaching for the hairdryer. It didn't take long to dry. His hair was fine but he had a lot of it and luckily he didn't bleach it into the ground like some of his band mates so it was pretty healthy. Once dried, it was soft and shiny, falling prettily around his face. "Want it straightening?" She asked, digging her fingernails between the dark brown strands at the crown of his head and ruffling it slightly. His hair naturally had a slight wave to it. He had dropped his phone into his lap and his eyes were closed. He liked the slight scratch of her fingernails. It felt nice. "Hmm?" He muttered. "Oh..yeah. Straighten it." He opened his eyes with a sigh. "Are you alright?" She asked softly. "Yeah. Bit of a headache. The scratching was nice." He replied, a small smile playing around his lips. She chuckled, setting down the hairdryer and diving her fingers into his hair, raking her nails lightly across his scalp. Head massage wasn't exactly part of her job description but she had a soft spot for Jungkook. Her tummy filled with warmth as his head to lolled forward and he grumbled softly, eyes closing again. She couldn't help but smile, pressing her fingers to his temples and rubbing in slow circles. "Do you need painkillers?" She asked softly. He grumbled again but shook his head a little. "Nah. Already feels a bit better." He muttered. "Tension headache?" She questioned. "Probably." She diverted her rubbing to his hairline, digging her thumbs into the nape of his neck. His head rolled heavily against her hand, a relieved moan slipping past his parted lips. She watched him in the mirror, her stomach churning as she studied him. Reminding herself that she was working, she reluctantly dropped her hands, reaching for the straighteners. "So... we're straightning." She muttered. He cleared his throat, correcting his posture where he'd slumped down the chair. "Yeah." He nodded.

She ran the flat irons through his hair, alternating between looking at what she was doing and glancing at him through the mirror. "What are we doing with your face?" She questioned, applying a conditioning spray to his already silky soft hair, just so that the heat from the straighteners didn't make it frizzy. "Just make me look good." he said with a shrug. She grinned, picking up a clean powder brush, she spun him round to face her and booped the end of his nose with the brush. "Done" she smiled. He laughed, nose crinkling adorably. "You literally didn't do anything." She shrugged, placing the brush back on the counter. "You don't need anything doing." She said simply. He rolled his eyes, his ears turning pink. "I look like shit." He huffed. She was silent for a second, eyes flicking across his face. His hair was perfect, shiny and soft, skimming his large brown doe eyes. His nose was cute. His lips were full and though slightly chapped, kind of perfect too. Without foundation to soften his features, his jawline looked sharper. His skin was pretty good, the lack of make up making the cute moles dotted around his face clearer. The scar on his right cheek was more noticable but it gave his face character. "You really, really don't." She replied.

He shuffled shyly, fiddling with the phone abandoned on his lap. "I do. I look...plain. I can't go on camera like this." He muttered. She sighed, perching on the back of the sofa next to her. "Jungkook, you couldn't look plain if you tried. Trust me, if your ARMY see you like this they will lose their damn minds." She sighed, folding her arms across her chest. He glanced up at her, eyebrow hitching curiously. "See me like what?" He muttered. She shrugged, feeling somewhat uncomfortable at the things she didn't seem to be able to stop herself from saying. "Like...you. As you are. You've got that...thing...going on." She huffed. "What thing?" She rolled her eyes. "You know what thing. You give off heavy boyfriend energy. Especially when you look like this." She mumbled. He laughed, looking at her more intently. "Boyfriend energy?" She chuckled too, her face feeling hotter than she'd like. "Yeah. You know, that whole duality thing. It's cute. But it's sexy too." She babbled. "You think I'm sexy?" His eyebrows raised, his lips fighting a smile. "As your make up artist, I don't think anything." She chuckled. "And as you?" He questioned. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to look into his pretty eyes. "As me? I think you're one of the most confusing men I've ever met." She replied. His gaze was intense, forcing her to speak even though she wasn't actually sure she wanted to. "Confusing how?" He asked quietly.

She thought for a minute then shrugged. "Confusing in the way you play absolute havok with a woman and don't even seem to notice that you're doing it. You're such a contradiction. You're sweet and cute and warm. You're...soft and cuddly. The kind of guy who you want to snuggle and play with his hair as he sleeps. But you also have the ability to absolutely blow that out of the water and turn into this whole other creature. This...sinfully hot, dripping in sex appeal, gyrating menace. And you seem to be able to flip from one to the other and back in literally seconds. You're hormonal whiplash guy. One minute you wanna cuddle him, the next you wanna fuck him senseless, then back to cuddling. Confusing. But either way, whether you're cuddle guy or sexy guy, you're compeltely disarming. Captivating even." She paused, blushing at the heated expression on his perfect face. "So...you don't have to worry about what ARMY think. However you rock up, you're good." She finished with an awkward shrug. "Anyway, if you want me to do your face properly for the camera I will." She said, standing up off the back of the sofa and heading for her make up brushes.

"Woah. Hang on a minute. You can't just say all that and then pretend you didn't. Are you attracted to me?" He asked, smirking slightly, sexy guy definitely rearing his head. She tried her damnedest not to look at him. "Umm...you're attractive, yeah." She shrugged. "That's not what I asked." He hummed. "We've been in lockdown for 16 months. Everyone's attractive right now." She joked, trying to divert the gaze currently burning a hole through her professionalism. "You keep dodging the question." He pushed. She sighed, dropping the beauty blender she was currently picking apart and turning to him. "Yeah, I'm attracted to you. A large portion of the globe is attracted to you." She shrugged. "Yeah but I wasn't asking the globe. I asked you." He replied. "Well I answered. So are we doing your make up or no? It's late." She sighed, flustered. The way he was looking at her made her squirm. Curiously, but with something darker going on behind those doe eyes. "I don't know if I'm attracted to you. I've never thought about it." He muttered. She swallowed hard, looking everywhere but at him. "I didn't ask." She shrugged. "Yeah but after what you said, I can't just ignore it." He sat back in the chair, studying her. Her stomach twisted nervously. "You're cute. Short. I like that. You have nice hair. And your eyes are really pretty." He said absently, as though not actually talk to her, just assessing. She shuffled uncomfortably, her cheeks burning. "I like you. I'm just...not good at this sort of thing. I started training for BTS when I was 15. It didn't leave me a whole lot of time or opportunity to figure out the whole dating thing." He said, a hint of shyness dripping into his voice. "Oh please, I've seen you on stage. You can flirt like a pro." She scoffed. "Flirt, yeah. When it's empty. I can do it when I know it's not going anywhere. Flirting on stage isn't real. I'm not good when it is real." He shrugged. "I dunno...maybe we should...kiss..or something." He babbled. She gawped at him stupidly. "Easiest way to figure out what's going on here." He said, another shrug indicating his nerves. She swallowed, nodding slightly. "Ok." She didn't even really think about the answer, it just fell out.

He stood, shaking his hair out if his eyes, alternating between jamming his hands in his pockets and taking them out again. He was too cute. A kind of deer in the headlights look about him. The confidence he exuded on stage was nowhere near. He looked nervous. He took a few steps, closing the gap between them. Her heart was racing. He kept his hands limply by his sides as he inched forward, his eyes closing, a slight hitch of breath as his nose bumped hers then gently he pressed his lips to hers. His lips were warm and soft with just a hint of rough where they were chapped. Her heart rate doubled pretty much instantly, even at the lingering, closed mouthed peck. They weren't even really kissing but her stomach fluttered wildly. He shuffled a little closer, catching her bottom lip then the top lip then slowly opening his mouth a little more. His hands moved, running his fingertips up her arm, to her shoulder then resting on her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw. The other hand sat comfortably on her hip, pulling her into him just a little more. She sighed against his lips, her insides going nuts as her arms snaked around his narrow waist. Cautiously, he licked at her top lip, gauging her reaction. She opened up, allowing him to slide his tongue past her lips. A quiet involuntary moan escaped her. He tasted of sweetness and biscuit and she idly wondered if he'd been eating Pocky recently. The hand sat against her hip gripped a little harder. He exhaled heavily through his nose as his tongue caressed hers. He hummed against her mouth, withdrawing his tongue but still taking her lips in deep, lingering kisses, almost like he couldn't quite force himself to stop. With a long sigh, he pulled back, just enough to seperate their lips but still close enough for his nose to nudge hers. "Ok. Yeah. Definitely feel it." He whispered. Her eyes opened, her head fuzzy as she gazed at him with a mixture of affection and desire. She didn't even notice that he was looking at her the same way. He ran his fingers through her hair, a smile breaking onto his kiss reddened lips. She giggled dopily, forehead against his, heart skipping a beat at his responding giggle.

"Don't you need to go do a live?" She grinned. He shook his head, fingers entwining with hers. "It can wait till tomorrow. I just want to keep kissing you." His lips were on hers again before she could even process his reply. She moaned softly, melting against him. He felt sturdy and warm, he smelled amazing. He tasted delicious. He was almost too good. Her head swam at the feel of his tongue in her mouth, exploring, licking and tasting, possessing. He was literally making her weak at the knees. Her grip on him tightened, clutching at his steady frame to keep herself upright, genuinely worried that the depth of his heady kiss was going to send her slithering to the floor. She was just about managing to keep a tentative grasp on her composure until his lips left hers and started fluttering along her cheek, stopping just below her ear to suck the delicate skin there. A shiver bolted down her spine, her head rolling aside to give him more access. He moaned quietly against her neck, teeth nipping her skin. She gasped, another shiver errupting through her. "Damn it Jungkook" she whispered. She didn't know what she was damning. Everything? Nothing? It just seemed to be the only words she could claw from her addled brain. He bit a little harder, instantly soothing the slight burst of pain with a slow, tender lick of his soft, warm tongue. Her fingers knotted through his hair, dragging his head back so she could attack his mouth. He groaned against her lips, pressing his hips against her. She pulled his head back, her eyes locking on his. "You need to stop. I'm too horny for this shit." She panted, kissing along his jawline. He bit his lip, hand cradling the back of her head as her lips and tongue skimmed across his throat. "I can do something about that if you want." He murmured. She moaned again, temptation burning hot at her core. "Fuck" she hissed. He pulled her back from the assault she was carrying out on his neck. "Do you have a room mate?" He asked, brown eyes smouldering. She shook her head. "Where's your room?"

She could hardly believe how her night was turning out as she tried to make it to her room with some semblance of normality. Especially with Jungkook in tow. Luckily it was late enough that nobody was still wandering around in the hallways so the fact that she looked like she was about to eat him wasn't an issue. Arriving at her room, she'd barely closed the door behind them when he was back on her, pressing her into the door, lips on hers, hands wondering to her shirt, stopping the kiss barely long enough to pull it over her head before his tongue was back in her mouth. His hands agaisnt the door, either side of her head, boxing her in as he held her still with his body. She could already feel the uncomfortable ache between her thighs, heat pooling inside her making her squirm. How the fuck could he get her so riled up just by kissing her?

His lips moved down, back to the spot on her neck he seemed to enjoy biting, his teeth nipping and sucking once again. He was going to leave a mark and she absolutely didn't care. She hoped he did. She hoped he left several. If it meant he didn't stop, she'd happily have him suck and bite his initials into her skin if he wanted. His lips travelled further down, hands lifting off the door to cup her boobs, pushing them up and groaning in his throat as he licked languidly down her cleavage. He used his thumbs to tease her bra clad nipples, nipping and sucking at the swell of her ample breasts. She pushed his hair back, staring at him opened mouth as he moved her bra aside and wrapped his lips round her nipple. She moaned softly, biting her lip. He sucked deeply, the pull travelling straight down to her pussy, causing her clit to throb needily. His fingers tugging and rolling her other nipple. She wriggled desperately against the solid wooden door. He switched sides, giving the other nipple the same attention, his mouth felt hot and wet, tongue flicking quickly then slowly, then sucking then nibbling. Each gesture making her pussy clench.

She didn't know how much more she could take. The needy ache was becoming overpowering. Luckily he seemed to sense it, his hands slipping down, flicking the button of her jeans open. He eyed her quickly, requesting permission which was granted with an almost frantic nod. He smirked, hooking his fingers into her jeans and pushing them over her hips teasingly slowly. Her underwear went with them, balling together round her ankles. She couldn't even think enough to kick them off. He stood, leaning against the door with one hand, his eyes on hers as his fingers trailed lightly across her stomach then down, grazing her inner thigh. His smirk was torturous, knowing exactly what she needed and purposefully grazing but giving no relief. "Don't be a brat." She panted. He chuckled darkly, his fingers circling her bellybutton, the tickle making her abdomen clench. "This is what I was talking about. The duality. I like you more when you're being a bunny." She hissed. He laughed again. "No you don't." He muttered, pressing a searing kiss to her lips. "You've waited 16 months. What's an extra two minutes?" He smirked, his fingers once again playing around her inner thigh. "Jungkook I swear to god, I'm just gonna do it myself in a minute." She growled. He rolled his eyes, chuckling breathlessly. "Ok ok. Jesus."

He licked his lips, his smirk faltering as his fingers grazed her slit. "Fuck, you're already wet." He moaned. "Duh, I've been wet since you kissed me in the other room." She whispered. He bit his lip, groaning deeply, his fingers pushing through her folds, finding her clit quickly and circling. The ache tightened in her belly, her knees buckling. He dipped his fingers down against her hole, smearing her own sticky liquid around his fingertips before moving back up to her clit, his index and ring fingers parting her folds while his middle finger gently rubbed her sensative bud. Her breath shuddered, eyes closing as she swallowed thickly. Her head fell back, banging against the door. She was so turned on that his touch almost burned, so sensative already. He maintained a steady pace with his fingers, dipping back down occasionally to recover them in the fluid now leaking from her hole to make the glide of his fingertips smoother. She could barely breath. The stimulation of his careful touch on her clit was almost unbearable, causing the needy ache of her pussy to increase rapidly. She needed to be stretched and filled, her thoughts lost in how his fingers would feel slipping in and out of her greedy hole. Or better yet, his hard cock. She groaned, eyes rolling back as she felt his lips back on her neck. She gripped at his hair, inhaling through clenched teeth. "Jungkook, I need you to fuck me." She whined. He moaned, biting her neck again. "I'm going to. Just not yet." He muttered. She growled pathetically, writhing against the door as he maintained the steady torture with his fingers. She couldn't keep her hands still, grabbing at his hair and his shoulder and the door frame as the pleasure built from a subtle warmth to a searing heat, creeping though her limbs and making her weak. "Fuck...I can't.." she choked, not actually knowing what the end of the statement was. Can't stand it. Can't function. Can't breath. Can't wait. The gradual build of her orgasm was now rushing towards her with alarming speed, every careful brush of his fingertips nudging her closer. "Ahhh. Jungkook...fuck" she huffed. He smirked, lifting his head from her neck to kiss her.

It didn't fit. She expected him to ravage her mouth. He didn't. He kissed her softly, his tongue dancing across her lips, barely any pressure, his free hand coming up to stroke her cheek. Emotional whiplash man in full effect. The action of his fingers was making her wild but his kiss was sweet and soothing. It felt so strange to be kissed that way while being held on the very edge of an orgasm. The way he kept the same steady pace was vicious. She wanted him to speed up, go harder, follow the flow of her building release but he didn't. The slow build drew out her pleasure, his pace maddening. A rush of heat flooded through her, stilling her lips against his mouth, making her gasp for air as every muscle in her body constricted. She could hear her own pleasured wails but they didn't sound like any kind of noise she'd ever made before. Her eyes screwed shut, back arching off the door as her orgasm hit violently, heat coursing from her core and seeping though the rest of her body. She panted helplessly, spots dancing in front of her eyes, her muscles slowly realising. When her knees went, he had an arm around her waist to hold her up. "I've got you." He whispered, kissing her jawline softly. His fingers slowed as she began to shudder, instead moving to trace light, ticklish patterns on her thigh. Her head flopped heavily against his shoulder, fingers gripping at his back like he was the only thing keeping her in one piece. She didn't even notice him moving her until she felt herself sinking heavily into her bed. He laid beside her, chin resting in his hand as he smiled, using the other hand to move her hair off her face. She was quiet for a few minutes, slowly calming her ragged breathing down, enjoying the blissful tingles fading out. When her eyes could focus enough, she looked at him and whined quietly, her heart thumping painfully. He was beyond beautiful. A shaky hand lifted to brush a few strands of dark brown hair away from his pretty eyes. "Wow" she whispered. He chuckled, staring back at her. "You can sleep if you want to. I don't mind." He said softly, noticing her still dozy expression. She shook her head. "Don't wanna sleep. Just need a minute." She muttered. "Kiss me."

He did so immediately. She felt liked she'd kissed him so much yet it wasn't even nearly enough. He was the kind of guy you could lose hours of every day just attached to his face. It was something she would never tire of. Her fingers ran through his hair, sighing against his perfect lips. In her post orgasm haze, she just felt soft for him. Everything about him was so enticing, the pull of him overwhelming. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. She gripped him tighter than she needed to, suddenly afraid of what would happen when the night was over. He broke the kiss, frowning at her slightly. "What's wrong?" He whispered, fingers trailing across her swollen lips. She kissed his fingertips, holding onto his wrist as she looked at him. "I just...don't want this to end." She muttered. He smiled, rolling his eyes at her. "It doesn't have to." He said simply. She relaxed a little, returning his smile, then pulling him in for yet more kissing.

The kiss became heated pretty quickly. She'd already had an orgasm but he hadn't. He nipped at her bottom lip, hands roaming all over her. He was pretty notorious for his lack of patience and while he had decidedly more restraint in the bedroom, he wasn't a saint. He'd been hard the entire time he'd been fingering her and while he did get off on watching her pleasure, he was beginning to feel needy. He pushed his hips into her thigh, searching for some friction. She pulled away from his lips with a sullen pout. "Why do you still have so many clothes on?" She whined. He chuckled, pushing himself up into a sitting position and shrugging. "Because you haven't taken them off yet." He replied. She sat too, batting her eyelashes and kissing the end of his nose. "Well that's pretty shitty of me. I'm sorry." She joked, pulling his shirt over his head. She'd wanted to be cute and playful but Jungkook without clothes was no joke. She groaned, eyes lingering on his sculpted chest and tight abs. "Jesusfuck" she muttered, broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, the dark ink circling his right arm contrasted strongly against his skin. She bit her lip, oogling him shamelessly.He chuckled, feeling a little bashful. She trailed her fingertips down his chest, her lip caught between her teeth as they skimmed past his belly button and down to the waistband of his cargo pants. With a flick, the button popped open and he lifted his ass to help her pull them off. She'd barely got them to his thighs when she let out another groan. He was hard. His cock straining against his black boxers, a wet spot at the head where pre-cum had soaked through the material. She abandoned her mission to remove his pants, feeling strangely compelled, almost like she had no control as she leant forward, peeling the tight band of his underwear back just enough to lick the head of his cock. He let out a soft yelp, obviously not expecting the sudden jolt of pleasure. "Shit" he whispered, his hands scooping her hair back from her face as he straightened out his legs and lifted his hips. His boxers were pushed down enough to free him from them. She moaned quietly, her tongue gliding from the base of his dick to the head, following the thick vein that spanned his length. "Fuck sake. Even your cock is pretty." She said huskily, illiciting a moan from him. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, steering the head towards her lips. He watched, entranced as she slowly swirled her tongue over the head, gathering the sticky pre-cum then retreating back into her mouth, grumbling softly with closed eyes as she tasted him. When her eyes opened and fixed on his, his cock throbbed in her hand. With her hair falling around her face, her darkened, swollen lips parted, her eyes glassy, pupils blown, she looked hungry, lowering herself back down to lick the end of his cock again. He hissed, hands gripping tighter in her hair. "I want to fuck your mouth." He panted. She groaned, dropping his cock, it smacked against his belly as he kicked off his cargo pants furiously.

Once off, she threw a leg over his hips sitting across him as her hands tangled in his hair she she caught his lips in a fierce kiss. He groaned into her mouth, he could feel the heat of her wet pussy against his shaft. It took everything he had not to adjust the angle slightly and slide into her. He wanted to desperately but he also wanted to draw the night out as much as he could. He wanted her cock drunk and helpless by the time he'd finished. He could feel her wriggling, trying to rub herself against his cock as she kissed him. He moaned, shifting his position slightly so that his cock slid between her folds, gently rocking so that the head grazed her clit. She whined, breaking the kiss, her head flopping agaisnt his shoulder as she bucked against him. "Fuck me." She whimpered. He smirked, catching her earlobe between his teeth and nibbling softly. "Uh uh" he teased, still undulating his hips to rub his shaft against her clit. "Need you to help me first." He forced her head up, nipping her bottom lip between his thumb and index finger. "Need to fuck this pretty little mouth." He grunted. She moaned, nodding. He smirked, guiding her off him. She slid off the bed, falling to her knees and opening her mouth expectantly. He scrambled over, threading his fingers through her hair as he gripped his throbbing dick and guided it past her lips. He felt her warm, wet mouth engulf him and shuddered, his head falling back, his hips beginning to move slowly, thrusting his cock in and out of her soft mouth. She placed her hands on his muscular thighs, watching his face crease in pleasure as she let him literally fuck her mouth. Her tongue slithered all over his thrusting cock, her mouth filling with saliva as the head hit the back of her throat and she tried to swallow the urge to gag. She stayed still, feeling the needy ache between her thighs grow almost out of control as he used her mouth. His hands tugged at her hair, controlling her movement, sinking his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Her eyes started to water, gasping for air between his thrusts as he lost himself. His moans initially breathy and quiet were getting louder and higher in pitch. His slow, methodical thrusts were getting quicker, more desperate as he babbled words of praise between moans. "Fuck. So good. Just like that. Yes. Yes." She felt his thighs tense, his muscles rigid. "Fuck, gonna cum. Don't wanna stop. Don't wanna stop." He whined. She moved one hand from his thigh, cupping his balls and squeezing softly. He mewled in surprise and suddenly she felt the spurts of hot cum fill her mouth. He shuddered viciously, hands pulling her hair painfully but unable to relax his clenched fists. She continued to gently run her tongue across the head of his dick, feeling it pulse and twitch as he emptied in her throat. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He whimpered, his grip loosening. He'd barely stopped cumming when he untangled his hands and dropped down to his knees in front of her. "Are you alright?" He asked between gasps of air. She swallowed the mouthful he'd just given her and smiled. He'd literally just cum and his first action was to check on her. "I'm fine" she whispered, pulling his head against her shoulder where he crumpled pathetically, still panting and whining softly at the aftershocks of pleasure running though him. She ran her fingers through his hair, smiling. He was sweaty and the perfectly straightened hair she'd given him was now wavy and damp.

He allowed himself a few minutes to recover, his legs shaky and his lungs burning for air as the warm, tingly satisfying feeling of his orgasm flooded through him and gently eased. He liked the calming touch of her fingers in his hair and the cool feel of her skin against his burning flesh. He felt her pressing kisses to his shoulder and smiled, lifting his head to meet her eyes. "That was....so good." He chuckled. She grinned proudly. "Sorry I didn't warn you...or pull out. I wouldn't usually just cum in your mouth without asking but...fuck, I thought I could hold on a bit longer." He smiled. She giggled, shaking her head. "It's ok. I wanted you to." She grinned. "It was really hot. I really like doing that to you." She admitted. He grinned, curling a strand of her hair around his fingers. "You can do that to me whenever the fuck you want to." He laughed. "Don't tell me that. You'll spend your entire life with your dick in my mouth." She grinned. "Sounds good to me." He shrugged. They both laughed. He stood, offering his hand to pull her up too. He kissed her, standing at the end of the bed, naked bodies pressed together as his hands wandered up and down her back. He could taste himself of her lips and though the thought of it would usually make him feel kind of weird, he just found it incredibly hot. "You taste like my cum" he whispered against her lips, tongue delving deeper into her mouth. She moaned against his lips. "Are you trying to kill me?" She breathed. He chuckled, pushing her back gently until she collided with the bed and fell backwards onto it. "Maybe" he shrugged, crawling into the bed between her legs. She gasped, shuffling backwards. "What you doing?" She muttered. He pushed her legs apart, biting his lip as he looked unabashedly at her glistening pussy. "Hungry." He grunted, dropping down onto his elbows and kissing her thigh. "You're going to kill me." She hissed, watching him kiss closer to her throbbing core. "Shhh. I'm busy." He muttered, teasingly running his tongue along the crease where her leg met her groin. Her breath caught in her throat. Just the sight of his head between her legs had her pussy contracting.

"Jungkook, I..." He stopped her, mid sentence by swiping his tongue through her folds. "Oh my god." She panted. He smirked, another long lick from hole to clit, groaning as the taste of her tingled on his tongue. "Fuck. You taste so good." He murmured. He curled his arms around her thighs, spreading her legs further so that her pussy was open and on display. A groan rattled in his throat, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip before he leant forward and flicked his tongue against her leaking hole, feeling the ring of muscle contract wildly, trying to draw something inside. "You need a cock in you, huh?" He muttered, talking to her pussy. He flicked his tongue once more watching the muscles contract again. "I know you're needy. Just wait a little longer. I need to make her cum again and then I'm all yours. Promise." He whispered.

She watched in amazement. He was nestled comfortably between her parted legs, talking to her vagina like it was a separate entity. She knew Jungkook had a habit of talking to inanimate objects, she'd seen him apologise to chairs when he'd walked into them and ask his food if it was cool enough to eat yet but she'd never imagined in a billion years that that extended to pussy too. When he spoke to chairs, it was adorable. When he spoke to her pussy, it was mind meltingly sexy. She kind of wanted to sit there, third wheeling while he had a whole ass conversation with it. Another flick of his tongue broke her thought then as his tongue fluttered up to her clit, her mind went completely blank. He ate pussy the way he ate noodles, slurping, sucking, lips and tongue. Repeat until insane. He didn't seem to care about the sloppy sounds or lip smacking. He was a noisy eater and she fucking loved it. He dived in enthusiastically and for a woman, there was nothing sexier than a guy who ate pussy because he loved it, not because he felt he had to. He groaned happily, his tongue everywhere, lips closing around her clit, sucking and licking her most sensitive spot until he had to tighten his grip on her thighs to keep her still. Her orgasm built quickly, her hips writhing as she clawed at the sheets beneith her, legs kicking involuntarily under his vice like grip. He moaned, forcing her legs up, his hands behind her knees as he hovered over her, head moving as he made out with her clit like it was her mouth. He didn't stop as her orgasm hit, sucking and licking at her pussy until she was convulsing, her cries somewhere between pleasure and distress. "AHHHH JUNGKOOK, PLEASE" she wailed. "Want me to stop?" He panted quickly, his tongue swirling against her overly sensative clit once again. "YES. NO. I DON'T KNOW" she squealed. It felt too intense. Almost painful. But so good. Unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her past experiences had all ended as soon as she'd cum but apparently that didn't necessarily mean the end to Jungkook. She crushed the pillow to her face, barely muffling the strangled moans escaping her. "Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum again." She cried. This pleasure was different. Sharper. Her muscles burned, being tensed for too long but unable to relax under his persistent tongue. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, her vision went blank, her skin felt on fire and then the raging, hot, sharp pleasure eased. Her muscles slowly unwound and she practically melted into the bed. He was beside her without her even noticing him move. Gentle kisses peppered her face and he moved her sweaty hair back. "Just breath babygirl" he cooed. "Are you alright? Too much?" He whispered. She shook her head, grabbing for his hand and clutching it as her senses returned. "Need you in me." She growled, throwing the pillow aside.

Something about her last orgasm had snapped her resolve and even though the pleasent tingles still washed through her, she couldn't think of anything other than how empty she felt. She'd been craving his cock inside her since they'd kissed against the door and that was hours ago. She couldn't stand another minute of teasing and Jungkooks cocky smirk wasn't helping her any. "Ooh. I really drove you crazy." He teased. "Remind me to do that again..." He kissed her, his tongue teasing her lips and leaving the taste of herself behind, "..and again" He nibbled her bottom lip softly, "...and again!" He whispered. She glared at him as he smiled widely, his nose crinkling. "Don't bunny smile at me." She hissed. He laughed, trailing his fingers across her stomach. "I thought you liked the duality thing. That's what you said earlier." He grinned. "I do...but can you save the bunny bit until after you've fucked me." She whined. He laughed harder. "If you wanna fuck, I'm not stopping you." He shrugged. She eyed him for a second then pushed him onto his back, throwing her leg over his hips. He hummed appreciatively, biting his lip as his eyes roamed slowly down her body, taking his hard cock in his hand and rubbing it against her pussy. "Y'know, I've just had an orgasm. My legs are still wobbly. If you were a gentleman you'd do the work." She smirked, grinding against his cock. He laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Oh is that right?"

He sat up suddenly, sending her flying backwards, she screeched and giggled, grabbing onto his arms as he flipped them so that he was on top of her. He took her hands, pinning them either side of her head. "I was letting you take control cause you said you wanted to fuck. But now..." He paused, kissing her, groaning into her mouth as his tongue slid against hers. "...I'm in control...and I don't wanna fuck. I'm gonna go nice...and slow." He grinned as she started to protest, taking his dick in his hand and rubbing the end against her hole, chuckling as her words stopped instantly. "Yeah, thought that'd shut you up." He lined up, pushing forward, his eyes fluttering as he felt the soft slick heat stretch and swallow the tip. She tried to raise her hips but he pinned them down with a smirk, kissing her softly before resting his forehead against hers. "No baby. Slowly." He breathed, pushing forward a little more. He savoured the feeling of her tight, hot pussy accepting him inch by inch until his hips were flush against hers. He exhaled heavily, his eyes closing as he pressed his lips to hers hungrily. "Wrap your legs around me" he whispered, looking into her lust filled eyes. With her hips lifted, it changed the angle allow him even deeper. "Oh fuck" she grunted, her hands clenched against his shoulders. "Too deep?" He muttered. She shook her head. She felt stretched and filled completely. He was deep enough to make her toes curl. He withdrew just as slowly, whining, his mouth falling open and his brow creasing. "Oh shit." He groaned. He'd wanted to go slow. To tease her until she couldn't stand it anymore but he was the one who gave in first. She was hot and tight and velvety soft. His stomach tightened, his hips moving faster automatically. He kissed her desperately, moans mingling together along with their tongues. Every time he started to pull out, her walls clamped around him, holding and squeezing his throbbing cock. He could barely form a thought, feverishly driving his cock into her over and over as she moaned beneath him. He could feel her getting tighter and wetter. He forced his eyes open. "Look at me" he panted. Her eyes opened, glassy and unfocused. He moaned deeply, the pleasured expression etched on his face along with the sounds he was making only pushed her closer to release. He looked and sounded so fucking sexy, the perfect drag of his thick, hot cock, so hard, so deep, she'd never felt anything like it. She felt like everything about him was designed to please. "Jungkook..." she purred, her hips rolling and bucking in rhythm with his. "Fuck. I'm so close." He moaned. She bit her lip. His golden skin gleamed as sweat began to roll down his neck and onto his chest. Her back arched, the steady thrust of his cock pounding into her driving her closer and closer. She gripped his back, her nails clenching. He felt the bite of pain and hissed, thrusting harder. "Let go baby. Let me see you come undone one more time." He growled. It was like she didn't have a choice, her body simply obeying, her orgasm shattering through her. He felt it, the hard clench of her walls followed by the rapid pulsing, milking his cock, pulling his cum from him. His steady rhythm faltered, his head dropping onto her shoulder as he fucked through the pleasure, his cum spilling deep inside her making his thrusting sloppier. He was still twitching as his arms gave out and he flopped heavily down on top of her, gasping for air, his head swimming and buzzing. He could feel her hot, ragged breath against his ear. He wanted to move off of her, check she was ok, do something but he couldn't move. He felt heavy, his mind cloudy. He just about managed to throw his leg over her hips and slither beside her, dozily pulling her into his arms as he pressed soft, breathless kisses to her forehead. "Roll" he mumbled, tapping her hip. She forced herself onto her side, grumbling contentedly as he curled up behind her, spooning her. "I think I'm gonna pass out." She whispered, giggling weakly. He chuckled, his own eyes heavy, the urge to sleep clawing

at him insistently. "Sleep. I'm not going anywhere." He muttered.

[the-iceni-bitch]

No Scrubs

Well a scrub checkin' me, but his game is kinda weak

And I know that he cannot approach me

'Cause I'm looking like class and he's looking like trash

Can't get wit' a deadbeat ass

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Words: 3.1k

Summary: You try to keep Steve from dying of boredom at an Avengers charity gala.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, public sex), little bit of a fight, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!!

A/N: My official entry for @cockslut-padalecki’s “Not My Ninth” challenge!! My prompt was No Scrubs by TLC and Charity Gala. I picked our boy Steve for this one, but like post Avengers pre Winter Soldier Steve. Also, is Thor the best wingman? I feel like I’ve been using him in this role a lot. Happy 9K babe!

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Steve had never felt so uncomfortable in his life.

He hated talking about himself normally, and having to parade around in front of a bunch of rich people was a special kind of torture. But Tony was insistent that the whole team had to be there, and it was for a good cause so he couldn’t say no without being a complete asshole.

He downed the rest of his champagne as some other billionaire asked him the same damn question about how different things were for him now, how much he must miss the 40s, like the war was some golden age of Americana. He just smiled and gave the same polite answers he’d been giving all night, wishing he was able to get drunk. Maybe Thor had snuck in some mead, that could usually do the trick.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, Captain Rogers, but Mr. Stark sent me to come find you. Something about the silent auction.”

Steve felt his face relax as he turned to look at you, his breath coming out in a deep sigh. You looked amazing in your silver gown, all shimmery and gauzy.

“Sorry folks, duty calls.” He said with a shrug as he followed you away from the stuffed suits. “What does Tony want? I don’t have anything to do with the auction.”

“Yeah, I know, but your jaw was clenched so hard I was worried you were gonna snap something, so I figured I’d come rescue you.” You said, grinning over your shoulder at him.

“God, you’re the best.” He sighed, following you to the bar and leaning against it as you ordered yourself a cocktail.

“I know, right? You want anything?”

“Not unless Thor snuck anything in. It’s only been an hour and I’m this close to ramming my head through a wall.”

“Sorry Cap, I hate these things too but it comes with the territory.” You said with a shrug, sipping on your Manhattan as you turned to face him. “Now, lets go find our Asgardian friend. As your handler, I can’t have you destroying property out of boredom, and I’m pretty sure I saw that giant sipping from a contraband flask a little earlier.”

He grinned as he moved to follow you, weaving through the crowd as you expertly turned away the whales that kept trying to approach him. You were his fifth handler since the battle of New York, and the only one that had lasted longer than a week. Mostly because you didn’t actually try to handle him, just let him be Steve and deal with any PR fallout that came with that. It helped that you had an easygoing nature that he found endearing, and you could always make him laugh. The fight you’d gotten into with Tony about changing his suit had really done it for him though, he hadn’t seen anyone make Stark back down so fast.

“Odinson!” You shouted, beaming once you found the massive blonde. He’d been cornered by a group of old blue hairs who were tittering and trying to touch his biceps. “Sorry ladies, the god of thunder is needed elsewhere, auction business.”

They all made sounds of disappointment as you extracted the relieved looking god from the group of old biddies, pulling him away towards one of the empty corners of the ballroom.

“What is this auction you speak of?” Thor asked once the three of you were separated from the crowd.

“A clever ruse, my good friend.” You said with a smirk. “You’re welcome by the way. The Captain here is on the verge of committing violent acts out of boredom, and expressed a desire to get drunk.”

“Yes, thank you Y/N.” He said with a grin. “I don’t think I can help the Captain with his problem though, maybe he should head to the bar.”

“Oh, you can’t help?” You said cocking your eyebrow at him before shoving your hand inside his tux jacket and pulling out a silver flask. “What’s this then?”

Steve chuckled as Thor tried to stammer out a reply as you just shook your head and tutted at him, handing Steve the flask.

“Listen, just be a good boy and share. Now, I need to go to the ladies room but if any of these rich assholes tries to come bother you again, just start talking about the horrors of war, and get graphic. They hate that shit.”

Steve handed Thor back the flask after taking a sip, already staring to feel a bit of a tingle in his fingers.

“That woman is not to be trifled with.” Thor said appreciatively as he took a swig, handing it back to Steve. “Have you slept with her yet?”

Steve choked on the mead, his eyes bugging out of his head as he tried to cough up a lung and Thor clapped him on the back, scolding him for wasting good liquor.

“Jesus, Thor! What are you talking about? I don’t want to sleep with Y/N!”

“Oh my god, you midgardians and your hang ups. Your hormones spike every time your around her, it’s very distracting.”

“What?!?! How do you know that?” Steve loosened his tie a bit as he felt himself starting to warm up, telling himself it was just from the booze.

“I’m not just the god of thunder, I’m a fertility god.” He said with a grin. “And every time you two are near each other, it’s like being around a couple of rabbits in the spring.”

“Oh god, please stop.” Steve said as he ran his hand over his face in embarrassment.

“No you stop. We’re in a hotel, just get a room and , what’s the phrase I’m looking for ‘fuck her brains out’.”

“Jesus Christ, who taught you that? Never mind, I know it was Tony.” He said, waving a dismissive hand at Thor as he gave him a wicked grin.

“Oh no.” Thor said suddenly, looking over Steve’s shoulder towards the ballroom.

“What now?” Steve said with a heavy sigh, turning to follow his line of sight to where you were standing, talking to an unsteady looking man in a sloppy tux. “Rumlow.”

“Yes, apparently your STRIKE team leader has been sniffing after your handler for months.” Thor narrated, leaning against one of the columns and taking another pull from the flask. “She’s always rebuffed him, though. I don’t think he’s ever tried when he’s drunk before. Wait, Rogers!”

Steve ignored him as he strode towards you, growling under his breath and loosening his tie even more as he watched Rumlow wrap his hand around your bicep and yank you towards him. Steve was close enough to see you roll your eyes, but couldn’t hear what you said to the man as he wrapped his other arm around your waist and smashed his mouth against yours.

“Hey!” Steve shouted, his brow furrowed as Brock pulled his face away from yours to see what the interruption was about.

You took your chance and head butted him, a curse leaving his mouth in a hiss as he released you. You gripped his left wrist around his thumb and drew it back hard, smirking when you felt a snap at the same time you drove you fist into his ribs.

Steve had to pull you off him as you started beating him with your clutch, opening it up at the same time to search for your brass knuckles.

“You don’t fucking touch me, you goddamn sloppy deadbeat motherfucker!” You screamed as Steve carried you away from the main floor, your limbs flailing as you tried to charge back at Rumlow. “Learn to tie a fucking tie you cocksucking son of a bitch.”

Steve did his best not to crack up at the shocked looks the blue bloods were giving you, a chorus of offended gasps following the two of you as you released a steady stream of profanity. He pushed open the doors to the balcony with one hand as he kept his other hand wrapped tightly around your waist as you were still trying to squirm free.

“Damn it, put me down Rogers! I’ll kick your ass too!” You hissed, turning to swat at his chest.

“Okay, okay, Jesus Christ!” He said as you started to kick him, catching him in the shins a couple of times. “Ow.”

“You’re fine.” You said with a shrug, taking a couple deep breaths to calm down.

“Yeah, well Rumlow definitely isn’t. Who gave you brass knuckles?” He said, pulling the weapon out of your clutch.

“Nat did. And it’s not like I even got to use them on that asshole.”

“Yeah but you would’ve.” He said, shaking his head as he handed them back to you. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

You just snorted as you shoved the knuckles back into your clutch, leaning your back against the railing.

“Good.” He mumbled, suddenly not knowing what to say to you.

You somehow looked even better after your altercation. Your hair was a wild tangle now, loose strands blowing in the breeze. Your lips were swollen from the unwanted kiss, and Steve could feel the heat coming off you as your chest heaved with deep breaths. He hissed through his teeth when he noticed the torn skin on your knuckles.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re bleeding.” He growled, grabbing your hand to inspect the damage.

“Huh, guess so.” You said, watching him through your lashes as he brought your hand closer to his face.

You felt your breath hitch as he ran his thumb over the back of your hand softly, his brow still furrowed with worry. Maybe it was just the adrenaline from the fight, but all you could think about just then was sucking on his thick fingers.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You must have zoned out for a second.

“You sure you’re ok?”

“I’m great.” You said, your voice a little squeakier than you would’ve liked.

He took a step closer to you and you gasped, suddenly feeling very light headed as you felt a rush of slick flood your panties. His hand left yours and moved to cup your cheek, his thumb tugging at your bottom lip where you had it pressed between your teeth.

“I think I’m gonna kiss you now.” He muttered, his eyes boring into yours, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Good.” You whispered.

His mouth devoured yours, his teeth pulling your lips open so he could slip his tongue inside, curling it against yours as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed you against him. You moaned as you felt his cock hardening against your abdomen, your pussy throbbing with need as he ground himself into you.

He started to sink to his knees and you followed him, your mouth still pressed to his desperately. His hand moved from your waist to dig under your skirt and he let out a growl when he brushed his fingers against your core, pressing them against the soaked silk of your panties.

“Fuck, I wanna taste you so bad.” He grumbled, his lips still pressed to yours. “Wanna see if you taste as good as you smell.”

“Oh god, Steve.” You moaned as he hooked his fingers through the side of your panties and ripped them off you, the elastic snapping against your skin and a shove going up your spine as the night air cooled the wetness between your thighs. “Do it.”

He grinned and gave you a quick peck on the lips before he started to move his mouth down your throat. His hand between your legs started rubbing you in big slow circles as he laid you down, putting just enough pressure on you that you were quickly turning into a wriggling mess.

“Hold still, honey.” He ordered, pulling the sleeves of your dress down just enough that your breasts could pop out, your nipples pebbling in the chilly air. “I’m gonna take my time with you.”

“Fuck.” You moaned as he dragged his tongue over your nipple in a heavy stripe before flicking it softly. Your hands dug in his hair as he sucked and licked at it, just barely brushing it with his teeth until it was raised to an overly sensitive peak before he moved to the other nipple and repeated the process, making you whine.

Once he was satisfied with his work, he pressed a soft kiss to each breast before moving his face between your legs. His hand was making soft wet sounds now as he kept rubbing your sex, and he groaned when he removed it to take a good look at you.

“Fuck if that ain’t the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He murmured as his lips brushed over your inner thigh.

Your cunt was pulsing with need under his gaze, your plump folds swollen and flushed with heat as he watched you clench around nothing. Everything between your legs was coated in a thick layer of your arousal, and he bit his lip as he watched even more leak out of you.

“I bet I could make you cum with almost nothing, sweetheart.” He teased as he nipped at the soft skin of your inner thighs, inching closer to your pussy before moving away again.

“Steve, please!” You whined, trying to arch your back into his face as you tugged on his hair.

He just grinned before pressing his tongue over your pussy and swirling it through your folds. He had to press his palms down on your hips to keep your body from curling back on itself as he ran his tongue over your sex, lapping at your pussy like his was the first meal he’d had in weeks.

“God you taste so good.” He murmured as he gazed at you through his lashes. “Like fucking peaches.”

You sobbed as he thrust his tongue inside you at the same time his lips wrapped around your swollen clit, making you come immediately. He curled his tongue inside you as your release flowed into his mouth, moaning into your pussy as you spasmed against his face.

Your breath was coming in ragged gasps as you came down, your muscles still twitching randomly as aftershocks shook through your abdomen. He grinned as he sat up over you, undoing his tie before moving to take off his belt as you writhed underneath his gaze. Your brain finally reset and you sat up between Steve’s legs, nuzzling yourself into his neck as you worked to unbutton his shirt.

“You back, honey?” He chuckled as you ran your teeth over his collarbone, dipping your hands under his shirt to press against his chest. “I was a little worried.”

“You’ll find I’m extremely resilient, Steve.” You murmured before sinking your teeth into his pec as you started to undo his fly.

“Shit, good to know.” He groaned as you drew his cock out of his pants and gave it a squeeze.

He gripped your chin and drew your face up to his, raising you up to your knees as he gave you a soft kiss. You moved his cock in your hand to line him up with your entrance, teasing his tip against your folds. Steve wrapped his hands around your waist and lifted you a bit higher before slowly drawing you down onto his length.

You let out a thin keen as he stretched you open, relishing the sting as your cunt fluttered around him, adjusting to his girth. He rested his forehead against yours as he started moving his hips at a languorous pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He muttered against your lips before moving to bury his face in your shoulder. “So tight and warm and soft.”

You gripped the hair at the base of his neck tightly as his hips started moving faster, slapping against yours. You felt yourself clench around him as he ground against your clit, making you gasp.

“Shit, Steve! Right there!”

“Jesus, already?” He murmured, running his lips over your throat.

“Just... fuck, you’re so big, Steve. Oh my god, I’m cumming.”

He hooked a hand under your ass to keep you from collapsing as your entire body arched violently, almost bending backwards on itself as you swallowed a scream. Your cunt fluttered and spasmed around him as he lifted you to wrap around him, his breath hot against your neck.

“Holy shit honey.” He muttered as he pulled you down against him, making you whimper. “You ok?”

“I’m great. Don’t you fucking stop.” You said, tilting his head back so you could press your mouth to his.

He grinned against your lips as he fucked his hips up into you, keeping his eyes locked on yours as his cock dragged over every inch of you, nudging against your cervix and making your breath hitch.

“Right there?” He asked as you dug your nails into his scalp and bit at his lips.

“Fuck, oh goddamn it, Steve.”

You shrieked into his mouth as you came apart, your muscles seizing as your pussy strangled his cock. His hips stuttered and you were suddenly flooded with warmth, his spend sitting into you and coating your canal in thick white ropes. He sat back on his heels and pulled out of you, and you shuddered as your release squirted all over the front of his pants.

“Shit, did you just squirt honey?” He asked, giving you an appreciative glance as he started to tuck himself back in and button his shirt up.

“I think so. Fuck, that’s never happened before.” You said with a shrug.

“Well, damn baby.” He said as he stood up, offering you a hand to help you to your feet.

“Shit, we’ve gotta go back in there.” You said, running your hand over your face. “Oh my god, Stark is going to kill us. Hold on and give me a second to think.”

Steve just leaned back on the railing and gave a satisfied smile as he watched you pace back and forth, wringing your hands.

���Ok I think I’ve got it, just one second.”

You went to the door and opened it a crack, popping your head through, jumping when you found Thor leaning against the wall right there.

“Hey, Thor. What’s up buddy?”

“Just keeping the other guests from wandering out and seeing you and the Captain humping like rabbits.”

“Appreciate it. We need a distraction though, cuz we’re both a little messy, and I don’t really feel like explaining that to everyone.”

“Got it, what if I blow out the lights in that chandelier?”

“I think that’ll probably work.” You said, giving him a nod before turning back to Steve. “Alright Rogers, we’re making a run for the elevator. Thor, blow it.”

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The Pool

*Taking a deep breath*

Well well well, this is my first fanfic (or should I say second or third? Btw, this one came to a conclusion) and I've never been much into writing, but Duskwood and all of you fantastic people in the fandom here brought me to this. I hope you like it, and of course I look forward to your comments and feedback.

Pairing: Jake x MC

Contents: Angst, Sadness, Fluff, Romance

It had been three months since his last contact with her. He'd had to disappear from the radar, the government breathing down his neck. Every day he fought the urge to write to her; he couldn't risk putting her in danger. He couldn't even risk reading her conversations at the moment, so he was as blind as she was.

He didn't know where she was, if she was okay, if she was mad at him, though after all this time he imagined she was. The last time they had written to each other she was in Duskwood and he had every intention of finally catching up with her. Things hadn't gone as planned unfortunately, and the deal he was trying to make with the government had fallen through, forcing him to become a fugitive again.

He was exhausted, he was free and yet he felt imprisoned in an endless loop. Ever since he had met her he had realized how heavy his condition was to bear, how much he missed talking to someone in person, how much he longed to get out without having to disguise himself. He wanted to move, to run, to be outside, and above all else he wanted to run to her, and hold her, look into her eyes, tell her in his voice how much he missed her.

While he was lost in these thoughts he scrolled through their last conversations, rereading every word and every comma. At one point he found the conversation in which they had talked about one of MC's great passions, swimming. He barely knew how to float, he had never had a chance to learn it as a child, and on that occasion he had promised himself he would try it someday. MC had told him about a public pool in her hometown that was easy to get into at night through a gate with a broken lock. She had gone there many times, when she needed to relieve her nerves and to be alone. Suddenly Jake felt the urge to see that pool, and set about finding it. Amazingly it was a couple of blocks from where he was hiding, the next step was to check the security cams near the building and along the way. He could do it without too much difficulty, and he really needed to get some air and some purpose, so he slipped on his sweatshirt, pulled on his hood and mask, and set off.

He arrived within minutes, constantly looking around. The streets were practically empty, but caution was never too much. The pool was a low building, all on one level. Mentally following MC's directions he managed to find the little gate, behind some bushes. It was still broken, unbelievable. Curiosity was stronger than him and he continued towards the entrance. His footsteps echoed in the hall, as he went down the few steps that led directly to the pool floor, the smell of chlorine filled his nostrils. Even though it was night he could see almost all of the interior well, thanks to the huge windows that almost reached the ceiling and let in the illumination of the street lamps, just as MC had told him.

He sat on the steps and stayed there for a while, lost in his imagination, even though he had never seen MC, enjoying that moment of peace, and trying to imagine her doing something that made her feel good...

A noise outside startled him, he ran off the steps and flattened himself against the wall. He waited in silence, his nerves on edge, his heart in his throat, his eye searching for possible alternatives escape routes. another metallic noise, and the angry meows of two cats fighting each other. Jake breathed a sigh of relief but waited vigilantly for a while longer before heading for the exit with shaking legs. When he returned to his shelter, he promised himself he would never try it again, but that was not to be. He returned there two more nights, until he decided to get a swimsuit and try swimming.

And so Jake found himself inside the pool, scared and unsure at first, but after a few minutes he began to feel the benefit of being in the water, the lightness provided by its support. He knew it wouldn't last long, but he continued to go there as many nights as he could. He would return to his hut tired but satisfied, and he could even get a decent night's sleep.

One evening he was trying to swim as usual when he heard a female voice saying jokingly, "well, I thought I was the only one who knew this place, but apparently not." Jake froze, almost having a heart attack. He was in the water, there was no way to escape. He drew a deep breath, thinking that it was anyway dark enough, and that his features weren't clearly visible, and decided to try not to look too suspicious. "Yeah, apparently not" he replied, trying to keep his voice from shaking. The girl smiled, or so it seemed to him, and continued, "I guess you like to be here alone, just like I usually do, but I could really use a swim tonight. I'll go in the back lane, I swear I won't bother you. Is that okay?" "O-oh yeah, yeah, go ahead," Jake mumbled, trying to hide his face as much as possible, and stood watching her as she made her way to the other side of the pool, still shocked that there was another human being in the same room as him. He realized that he was staring in her direction, and decided to start swimming again. After a while he stopped, out of breath and with tired arms, and saw that the girl instead was still swimming, at a brisk pace, and giving no sign of wanting to stop. He got out of the water and sat on the steps, wrapped in his towel, trying to catch his breath. Watching her was hypnotic, she moved with fluid movements, slow and steady. He wondered if MC swam like that too. How he wished he could have written to her to tell her he was swimming, or at least trying to, and to thank her for letting him discover this wonderful new experience as well. Since he had met her, his life had taken on a new light, where before only greyness and despair reigned.

His phone made a sound, bringing him back to reality. It was time to go home. He dressed quickly and headed for the exit, he didn't want to interrupt the girl's concentration, and he didn't intend to introduce himself, so better that way. Once back at the shelter he went back to work on his laptop, while eating a sandwich. Concentration continued to leave him that night, however, as the encounter with the stranger had brought him back to MC in a big way.

He returned to the pool the next evening, yearning to tire himself out and find some peace of mind. Once he got to the door he heard the sound of water coming from inside, he carefully pushed his way across the threshold, trying to figure out who was there and was relieved to see that it was again the girl he met the night before. He walked over to his side of the pool and removed his clothes as he cast furtive glances at her. He dove into the water and began to swim, trying to focus on his breathing, which was the part he struggled with the most. When he emerged with bated breath, he saw the girl standing at the edge of the pool and winced. "Hi, I didn't mean to scare you. I've been watching you swim and I thought I could give you a few tips, if you don't mind" Jake was so amazed and scared that for a few seconds he could only stare at her with his mouth open. "I-I...I don't.... " she giggled softly and shrugged her shoulders "Ok, look, I didn't mean to embarrass you...I'm going back to my lane. If you want it you know you can ask it okay?" And she turned to go back to her lane. "Wait. Yes, please I will gladly accept your help." Jake said. She retraced her steps and squatted down beside the edge of the pool with a smile on her face. "So, first let's start with your upper body, I've noticed that you move it a lot between strokes and that wastes your energy and breath. Try to stand up straighter, your arms and legs do most of the work. Then, every time you pull your arm forward, you can inhale if you feel the need to, and slowly you'll find yourself pulling two strokes, then three, and so on, but don't be in a hurry. If you take care of your technique well, managing your breath will already be easier." Jake was focused on her words and nodded, before turning around and trying again. Following her advice actually felt like he was already doing better. A wave of satisfaction ran through him when he managed to do his usual laps without getting breathless. He emerged smiling and sat on the edge of the pool. She was still there and looked at him approvingly, then asked "Better now, isn't it? "Yes, thank you very much." He answered. "Thanks to you, I'm just back in town but I'm not having much contact with the rest of the world, helping you was a pleasure" "I... I understand, I didn't have much contact lately either". A slightly embarrassed silence fell between them. It was Jake's phone that broke it, by emitting an alarm tone. Jake got up quickly and headed for his bagpack. "I, uh, have to go now, thanks again for your help." She looked at him briefly, nodded, and stepped back. "Oh, yeah, sure, no problem. Well, good night then" and walked back to the pool. "Good night" he replied, and as soon as she turned around, he changed his wet swimsuit with dry clothes and headed quickly to the exit.

As he walked down the street, he wondered if he wasn't risking too much by going to the pool regularly, and by confiding in that unknown girl. He then decided that it would be better to avoid it for a while, even if it was with great regret.

Jake avoided the pool for a few days, but eventually decided to go back. He couldn't wait to get there. As he walked the short distance between his hiding place and the pool, he mentally savored the feel of the water, the smell of the chlorine, the relaxation it gave him to swim until his muscles ached. As always, he sneaked up on the hidden entrance, his senses all out to catch any suspicious movements or noises. That evening, however, he heard no suspicious noises as he entered the large room with the tanks, but a soft sobbing. He listened for a while, trying to distinguish where the crying was coming from. When he spotted the silhouette of the mysterious girl on the steps he felt a tug at his heart, and could not help but go near her.

"Hey, is everything okay?" he said softly.

She looked up with a jolt, and when she recognized him she answered a little annoyed: "What do you think? No, everything is not okay." She immediately realized she had been abrupt, and added in a tone of apology, clutching her knees to her chest: "Sorry, I didn't think you would come, I haven't seen you here in a while and you caught me off guard..." "It's okay, no need to apologize. I guess I interrupted an intimate moment of yours. It's just that hearing you cry made me worried somehow." He replied to her as he blushed, realizing what he had just said. "I-I meant...well I mean, sorry if I m-maybe I embarrassed you, I should probably go and..." hinting back. "No, wait. Please stay. If it's not a problem for you of course. I don't really feel like being alone anymore." she said as she reached out a hand towards him and motioned for him to sit beside her. Jake was tense, the last thing he had expected that night was to find himself consoling the mysterious girl, but he certainly couldn't leave her there alone, she had always been very kind to him and he was sincerely sorry to see her sad. He exhaled a deep breath and went to sit next to her as he pulled a handkerchief from a pocket of his backpack and handed it to her. "Thank you," she said with a smile, "I really appreciate it." For a while an awkward silence descended, during which they both stared at their hands. Suddenly she blurted out "You know, I'm worried about someone, that's why I was crying. I haven't heard from him in a while and I don't know what to think. I'm trying to move on, I promised him, and really, I'm trying so hard, but some days the weight of his absence is so hard to bear that I can barely get out of bed. Whatever I do the thought of him is with me. This is the only place I can find some peace, because swimming empties my mind b-but t-tonight..." her eyes glazed over again as she swallowed, trying to push back the tears. He had listened to her in silence until that moment, respecting her moment of venting, but when he realized she was about to cry again he felt he had to do something, so he passed his left arm behind her back and pulled her to him, gently holding her in an embrace. "I-I can understand it, you know? I promised one person I would move on too. But it's so hard. I want to call her, I want to write her, I want to know how she is doing, where she is...but every day I forbid myself to do that. And I know I owe it to her, because she doesn't deserve to keep feeling bad because of me and my mistakes and..." his voice faded away, as he realized that he was risking to say things he shouldn't have said, he recovered quickly trying to cut it short and not to let the tremor in his voice be heard "...and I understand you, that's it. I miss her so much too."

As they stood in silence, his heart running fast in his chest and he desperately looking for something else to say, he felt her draw back into his embrace and sigh. It felt good to have her in his arms, and feeling her calming down warmed his heart. It had been so long since Jake had touched anyone, not really talked to anyone, hardly remembered what it was like. A little later she said softly, "Thank you. For sharing a little piece of you with me. You don't need to talk about it if you don't feel like it, I understand. It's... " she stopped thoughtfully, "Complicated" finished Jake. "Yes, yes exactly! It's damn complicated. But knowing that someone can understand me makes me feel better." then she turned to him and drew a deep breath, then added, "Well, how about a swim? After all, this is what we both came for." Jake nodded and removed his arm from her shoulders. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He got up from the steps and walked over to the usual little corner where he used to change his clothes, while she headed to her pool lane and dove in. Once he slipped into his swimsuit, Jake entered cautiously, still pensive from that brief but intense exchange of confessions.

He slowly dived down to the bottom and stayed there for a while, still immersed in his thoughts. He had to stop those nightly outings. They were already dangerous in themselves, and now this unknown girl had been added, making him talk too freely. All of his inner alarms were telling him it was time to stop, and it was also time to change hiding places again, even though being so close to a place in MC's heart made him feel closer to her.

A movement to the side of his field of vision brought him out of his thoughts, and out of the pool as well. When he got to his feet he ran a hand over his eyes and pulled his hair back so he could see better, turning to face the source of the movement. He saw her in the aisle next to where he stood, staring at him. "A-are you ok?" said him in an uncertain voice. She giggled and replied, "I was going to ask you the same thing, you weren't coming up out of the water anymore." "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I scared you, I was just... well, reflecting." he replied. She stared at him intently, looking at his black hair, stuck to the sides of his face, and said tilting her head "It's weird you know? You remind me so much of him, the way you behave somehow, I can't actually explain it". Jake blushed and swallowed hard. "I'll take it as a compliment" he replied, and stepped out of the water. "I have to get back. I hope you feel better now." continued, while heading to the bag of dry clothes. She stood staring at him, wondering if she had made him uncomfortable with that confession. When she realised he was about to undress she turned around, blushing. She waited for a while and then sat down on the edge of the bath and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm feeling better, thanks to you. Good night, stranger."

When he arrived to the hut, something alarmed him: some of the boards near the entrance were placed differently than he had left them. He quickly stepped into the shadows and took out his phone to check inside. Two men were sitting at his usual spot, peering at the screens. Jake was quick to slip back downstairs and to reach out his hiding place number two, three doors down. As soon as he was seated, he took his phone out of his jeans pocket and started the hidden cameras. The two men didn't seem to have any idea what they were looking at, and they didn't look like officers either, to be honest. Maybe two thieves? But what kind of thieves would break into an old warehouse with the windows covered by boards? What did they expect to find there? He carefully examined the video images from the cameras he had placed around the rest of the perimeter of the building and saw a couple of policemen in the back. "Fuck!" he whispered through his teeth. He prepared to format everything in the hiding place and stood vigilantly by, watching them alternately. The two intruders were probably hiding from the cops, and risked exposing him. He noticed that there was a car shop next door and decided to create a diversion. He quickly managed to hack into the shop's security system and set it to go off, so that the cops could be sent away. He then logged on to his workstation and simply brought up Nymos, some glitches and the words "intruders detected, defensive protocol activated" on the screens. It was more than enough to send the two of them running for the hills.

He sighed with relief, letting himself down on the makeshift mattress behind him. He stayed like that for a while as he listened to his heartbeat return to a normal rhythm, his adrenaline slowly subsiding, his breathing becoming regular. His stomach rumbled, so he reached into his bag and pulled out an energy bar. After an hour or so, he locked the entrance to the main hideout and went back the way he'd come: better stay there for the night. As he settled in for the night, streams of thoughts came over him. He realised that the idea of leaving MC hometown made him feel lost, even though she wasn't there, and it wasn't even certain that she would return. Still, he knew he had to leave, that evening's mishap was another proof of that. There wasn't much to think about really, he had to move again, maybe he'd come back later. He thought of the girl at the pool, of her pain, so familiar. How was it possible that love could always bring so much suffering? He drifted off to sleep with those thoughts in his head, and woke up restless.

The next morning Jake was almost done packing up all of his belongings and ready to go. He wondered if once he was settled into his new hiding place, he would find another pool where he could train undisturbed, so he set about identifying all the potential candidates. How he wished he could have told MC about this! As he scanned the pools and studied their surroundings it occurred to him that he could write her using a disposable phone before leaving. His hands began to shake at the mere thought of being able to write her again. Would she be happy to read it? Maybe she was angry with him. In their last conversation she had told him to at least let her know if he was alive as soon as he could. Before he could think about it too much longer, he stormed out of the room and headed for the first open store. Once he retrieved the disposable phone he went back to the spare hut and slipped into it with all his things. He turned on the phone and prepared it for use.

*??? is online*

Jake:Hello, MC.

Shortly after came the reply

*** MC is online ***

MC:Jake! Are you okay?

Jake:Yes MC, I'm fine. I apologize for not letting you hear from me again, it was too dangerous.

MC:That's okay, I'm so glad to read you now, I kept telling myself that you were definitely fine and that I shouldn't have written you, as promised

Jake felt his palms sweat.

Jake:You know, I've been going swimming lately. At night, on the sly. Your enthusiasm about it convinced me. You were so right MC, it can empty your mind. I wanted so hard to thank you for that.

MC:I went swimming recently too, at night, it kept me from going crazy. Maybe we swam at the same time

Jake: :)

Jake:And do you know where I was? The place you told me about. It was like I felt closer to you

MC squinted her eyes

MC:Jake... you don't mean that place with big windows almost to the ceiling,do you?

Jake:Yes, exactly that.

MC bursted in laugh and shaked her head in disbelief.

MC:And you didn't happen to meet someone? Like a really nice, kind girl who gave you lessons?

Jake felt his knees buckle and had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.

Jake:You...

Jake:Was that you?

Butterflies were spreading through his stomach.

MC:So you hugged me the other night! I was crying just for you, and you were there, this is crazy!

MC:Where are you now?

His eyes widened.

Jake:MC me, I was going to leave the town, last night I found intruders in my shelter, it's not safe for me to be here anymore.

For a time that seemed eternal to him there was no sign of life on the other end of the phone.

Jake:MC...

MC:Don't you dare

MC:Don't you dare leaving again. You've been staying here for days, and even allowed yourself to go out almost every night, and you never wrote me anything. Now that we might meet you're starting this again.

MC:We met by accident Jake! Does that seem normal to you???

MC:I'll be waiting there tonight, you better come

***MC is offline***

Jake stared at the phone bewildered. He was terrified. He couldn't believe he had hugged MC the night before. And she was crying, because of him. She was right, he couldn't leave again.

That night he went to the pool, almost running. He sneaked up on the hidden entrance, holding his breath, and went to sit on the steps where he usually rested his backpack. A short time later he saw her walk in and head towards him. It seemed to him that his heart was about to explode. He stood up and walked over to her. They both found themselves running to cover the final distance that separated them. They hugged each other tightly, and stayed that way, without speaking for who knows how long. Neither of them wanted to untie the embrace, as if to do so meant to lose themselves again.

At the end MC pulled back a little to look him in the eyes, and said, "I was beginning to think this moment would never come" "And instead we found each other without even knowing it" he replied chuckling. She blushed and rose on tiptoe to give him a light kiss on the lips.

"Shall we go for a swim?" she told him with a mischievous grin. "Sure. I've been taking lessons" he replied as he began to undress.

[joaquinwhorres]

Stitches & Blankets (Joaquin Torres x Reader)

SUMMARY ››››› You find Joaquin Torres after he tries to stop the bank robbery.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,000-ish

WARNINGS ››››› language

A/N ››››› OK, why are there not more Torres fics? I'm legitimately confused about that. Also, I realized after writing half of this down, that a bank was robbed, so there were probably still police on the scene and the reader'd probably be speaking Swiss-German but uh...fan fiction.

There was a body in the street, which was not what you expected to see coming out to your car.

You'd heard the wailing sirens and shouting and the thunderous footsteps--they're what kept you pressed against the side of the building for the past ten minutes, avoiding the chaos as much as possible. It wasn't fear that kept you there though, it was experience. You'd become used to the quick riots and little skirmishes for resources over the past few months. You knew it was better to stay out of the way, wait out the storm, and then go about your life. They became nothing more than minor nuisances. Bits of unrest that were there and then gone in the next instance. They weren't supposed to leave a body behind.

"Meine Fresse," you murmured, racing forward to the person lying supine on the stones, arms out to their sides, the white of their sneakers reflecting the street lights. As you drew closer, you saw it was a man--about your age with blood around his eye and nose and lip. For a brief second, you wondered if he'd been trampled, but he definitely would have looked worse for wear based on how many people you'd heard.

"Bist du okay?" Your voice was loud as you checked over the rest of his body. He didn't seem to have any other injury, and there wasn't any blood under his head, so you decided it was safe enough to gently shake him.

He didn't rouse.

So, instead you knelt your ear down to his lips, laying your hand flat on his chest. You felt your hand rise before you heard the slow intake of breath, and you rocked back onto your knees. He was breathing. He was alive.

Still, something gnawed at the back of your mind, urging your fingers up under his jaw, gently pressing into his neck. It was only then that you felt a surge of relief. His pulse was there, and it was strong. He was really alive.

And then you remembered that you should probably call 112.

All things considered, it was a quick phone call--the operator seemed to know your exact location and vaguely what had happened as you explained where you were and how you found him. Instead, most of the conversation was spent listening to their instructions to roll him into a recovery position and check for any signs of life-threatening injuries. When they told you that you could hang up because they were close, you did so and found the man blinking at you.

"Hoi," you greeted soothingly. "Wie heisst du?"

He groaned, attempting to roll onto his back once more. You reached out a hand stopping him, and he looked up at you confused.

"Comment t'appelles tu?" You attempted, hoping he wasn't an Italian or Romansch speaker. You hardly knew enough of either language to tell him you couldn't speak it.

He winced and lifted his hand to his face. "Shit."

English. Good.

"What's your name?" you asked, and his eyes seemed to focus on you once more, this time a spark of recognition or maybe just awareness lighting up behind them.

"Joaquin," he informed, and you released an arm, allowing him to finally roll onto his back like he wanted. He had a strong American accent, even through the gravelly voice of barely regained consciousness. "Did they get away?"

"Ähm," you looked around at the empty street. "Yes?" you guessed.

He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm gonna have to call some people."

"I think you should wait for the ambulance."

"Yeah," he agreed, the word breathy and pained. "That's probably a good idea."

"What happened?" you asked, and he raised his eyebrows, looking back at you.

"Flag Smashers."

"I didn't think the Flag Smashers hurt people."

"I'm just lucky, I guess," he answered, and you smiled, letting out a small laugh. He offered a small smile as well.

You could hear the siren now, the faint sound winding its way through the curving streets of Zürich and towards the two of you. Your head turned towards the sound, as if you could trace it back to the ambulance, and gauging the distance. "They should be close," you said, returning your attention to Joaquin.

"What's your name?" he asked, and the question surprised you. Then again, if the two of you were stuck waiting for an ambulance at nine o'clock on a Sunday night, maybe a bit of small talk shouldn't have been so surprising.

"Y/N," you answered, and he repeated it.

"You're very pretty, Y/N."

The laugh escaped you on instinct, although to call it a laugh might not be the best descriptor. It was more of a surprised noise, partially exhale and a tinge of amusement added through the slight smile at the corner of your mouth.

"Thank you," you said. "You are very pretty too."

And he was, underneath the dark red and rapidly purpling injuries. He had a strong jaw and kind eyes, and even the hint of a smile he'd given earlier had made something in your chest constrict.

"I don't feel so pretty," he responded, and this time your laugh was more of a laugh, and he reached up to feel at his face. You took hold of his hand, bringing it back down and trapping it in yours.

"Pretty enough for me to hold your hand," you joked, hoping to distract him from continuing to poke and prod and break all of the rules and instructions the EMTs had given over the phone.

"Well, I got that goin' for me, I guess," he said, letting his hand relax into yours.

Headlights bathed you in a warm yellow light as flashing blue lights bounced off the surrounding buildings, illuminating the rest of the street.

There were some shouts as the doors of the ambulance opened and people poured out, running towards you and Torres. The paramedic crowded around quickly, a blonde bearded man asking  quick questions in German.

"Er spricht Englisch," you explained, and he nodded, switching languages.

It became apparent as police officers pulled up and flooded out of their cars that you were no longer needed. You stood up, backing away and letting Joaquin's hand slip through yours.

"You're not going to stay and hold my hand?" Joaquin called out to you, and you let a smile curl across your lips. Around you, people were starting to come out onto the street, lured by the sounds of the sirens and lack of shouting and general ruckus. Your eyes fell back on Joaquin who was still looking up at you, even as a paramedic flashed a light into his face.

"Maybe he can hold your hand," you said, gesturing to a paramedic who had slid into your place. Joaquin gave half a smile as you turned and left him in the hands of the professionals.

As you rounded the corner, arms full of blankets, the last person you expected to almost run into was Joaquin.

Part of the surprise was the kind that generally accompanied running into someone outside of the context you know them in. A larger part of the surprise was the fact that he was not in the hospital.

Instead, he stood before you, face swollen, bloodied and bruised, with the small white bandages of butterfly stitches above his right eye. He blinked at you, as if he was caught in the headlights.

"Pretty Joaquin," you said, surprise ringing through every part of your voice.

"Y/N."

At least his memory wasn't affected by whatever the Flag Smashers had done to him. His response time was also quicker than it had been two and a half hours ago, and he seemed all in all more present and less hazy. "What are you doing here?"

"I work here." Your own surprise and mild confusion had not quite worn off. "What are you doing here?"

For a variety of reasons, he was not the typical person who stumbled into the Zürich GRC Refugee Camp. He was both too young and too old and far more put together than a normal incomer. He didn't have that haunted look behind his eyes that made your heart wrench. He looked battered and bruised but ok.

"I need a place to stay."

Your eyes ran over his form, from his fluffy dark hair and banged up face to his bright white trainers. You lifted an eyebrow. "The hospital wouldn't take you?"

He shook his head with a sheepish grin. "It's just a broken orbital. Not much else they can do for it." Your eyebrows didn't lower and he gave half a laugh. "Trust me I'm as shocked as you are."

"I'll need you to fill out some paperwork."

He winced. "Any way that could wait until tomorrow? My head is killing me."

You stared intently at his face. Over the past four months of working at the GRC camp, you'd gotten good at reading people. You had an eye for knowing who was going to be trouble down the line and who would need some extra comfort and care. You knew who to push about their stories, and who to wait for--to be there as they slowly unraveled their tale.

So while there was a lot about pretty boy Joaquin that just didn't add up, you could see in his eyes that he could be trusted to stay the night. Just not here.

"You can't stay here without going through intake," you shook your head. "But if you really need a place to sleep, you can come with me."

"Really?" Joaquin asked, turning to follow you as you set back off towards your car, and you nodded.

"It's nothing special--just my couch. But I've been told it's very comfy."

Joaquin faltered a step, slowing down. "You're sure you want me coming and bloody-ing up your couch? I could just stay here and leave before--"

"I'll put down some papers," you said jokingly in an attempt to cut off the subject of him staying at the camp.

"Ok," he said, his voice distracted before there was a quick shuffle of footsteps and he caught back up with you. "Ok, thanks."

The two of you arrived at your car shortly thereafter, Joaquin moving to sit in the passenger seat as you dumped the blankets in the car. You came around to slip into the driver's seat, quickly backing out of the spot and setting off back home.

"So what's with all the blankets?" he asked, pulling his attention from the streets and buildings and back to you.

"We got a late donation tonight," you answered, flicking on your turn signal. "They needed someone here to help organize the drop off and then our washing machine broke, so I have to take work home with me." You smiled at the joke, but he just nodded, leaving you to wonder if maybe your English was off. The next few moments passed in quiet before you checked over at a traffic light to see if he was still awake. He was, but he looked dazed. Maybe he had been telling the truth about his head. You eyed his injuries which looked even worse in the red light. Like his entire right side of his face had been smashed.

"So what brought you to Switzerland?"

It wasn't the question you wanted to ask. You wanted to ask him what had happened with the Flag Smashers--why had they beaten him up so badly. But you weren't sure you were ready for that answer or if he'd even give it. So you asked a question you didn't care if he lied to you about.

"I was looking for someone," he said, and the light turned green, causing you to turn away and focus on your driving rather than him. Still the sentence seemed to end earlier than his thought as you could feel the weight of more words hovering between you. It was a familiar pressure in your ears and your chest, and you'd long grown accustomed to the discomfort.

Like many, Joaquin didn't give the thought words to escape on.

"A refugee?" you asked, and he wobbled his head.

"Yes and no. She survived the Snap."

"She?" A small feeling like a tight wire cord wound its way around your chest and a  warmth of embarrassment flooded the back of your neck. "Your sister? Your wife?"

"No," he shook his head. "My grandmother."

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him look at you for the first time.

"What's her name?  If she came to the camp I should know her."

"Mariana Torres," he answered, and you ran through the array of faces you'd met. There was a Mariana Böschl , but she was old enough to be his mother, not his grandmother.

You shook your head slowly. "I can check the registry tomorrow, but I don't think she's with us."

"Thanks," Joaquin said, looking back out the window at the passing city. "Were you Blipped?"

"No," you shook your head, pulling into your designated parking spot by your apartment. "I was lucky." The two of you climbed out of the car, and he met you by the trunk, pulling the blankets out before you could reach for them.

"Thank you," you said.  And he gave a small grin.

"Thanks for letting me stay with you."

You gestured with your head up the stairs, heading to your third floor apartment.

Joaquin trailed behind you, arms laden with the blankets, waiting patiently as you stopped and opened the door. "Welcome to my home," you greeted, allowing him to enter before you. Your small apartment was dark, and you flicked on the light so that Joaquin could walk further inside without running into a wall or your table. "You can put the blankets by the couch, I'll wash them tomorrow," you instructed, and he did as you suggested before wandering over to the couch.

"I think I have an extra pillow in the closet," you said.

"Great," he thanked, dropping down onto the couch.

It took a few minutes to find the pillow and put a pillowcase on top of it. By the time you walked back out to the living room, the light was still on, and so were his shoes, but he was passed out. You walked over to the sleeping boy, placing the pillow down next to the couch in case he woke up and pulling the blanket over his body, your eyes once more tracing over his injuries.

You would have to speak to Karli about the violence.