#yuck i gotta go

[averageclawcodeenjoyer]

Miles is the "Eeugh there's a bug kill it" or "Oh fuck that's creepy gotta get the boyfriend" kinda guy in the relationship

And Ganke is the "Oh, it's a bug. Let's admire it and put it outside gently." Kinda guy in the relationship. Maybe he thinks a lot about the poem about the crime of being small, and hey, he already loves bugs, so of course he's going to treat them with kindness. Miles gives him a disgusted look though when he sees him handling them. He's not a fan...

Ganke's like "We have no right to kill them just because they're right there. This is their space, their world. They're just kind enough to share it with us." (And the instrumental of Need 2 by Pinegrove is just playing in the background as the sun shines on him)

And Miles just side-eyes him and goes "Okay babe you're all wise and deep now will you please take care of the moth that's up in my bed it keeps flying at me and freaking me out."

BUGS.

[coridallasmultipass]

Nikke: Goddess of Victory event Beauty Full Shot minigame spoilers: (LONG POST)

So yesterday, I managed to catch the last couple fish in the fishing minigame!!

Check it:

I'm surprised there wasn't the great white shark?? I guess that's just gonna happen in the story instead? Unless it's like a 1 in a million chance of getting it in secret or something? But the fucking whale lmao, that mf was SO HARD to get.

In general, it was super fucking hard to catch them all, but I really grinded for the first couple days to keep getting all the fishing rods (the blue one at the max 60k price level is the best for catching the large fish because it does the most damage), and then all the equipment, too.

Hot tip: Don't bother with the red puddles until you've gotten the highest fishing rod and practised on the blue and gold puddles (unless you're already like a god at rhythm games, but I'm sure NOT especially on a touch screen).

OH also, I don't think the game explained it, but the casting animation before the rhythm game is for choosing which size of fish you want to get, NOT for the starting percentage of the rhythm game. (I mean, yeah it affects the percentage, but ALL blue catches start at like 50%. All of the legendary ones start at 80% regardless of the fishing rod or equipment.) Took me a while to notice that and I would've saved myself a lot of attempts if I'd have just aimed for the easy blue section on the meter in the beginning (I was clicking the gold one every time and suffering because it went too fast every time, and was confused why gold wasn't giving me an easier starting percentage).

Here's my union ranking for the minigame lmao (I'm Vi):

You can see how much I've been playing the game compared with everyone else. It's fucking addicting and I gotta catch 'em all. Almost at 1mil earned lol.

The fucking Spongebob easter eggs were hilarious. I caught Spongebob and didn't realize that's who it was supposed to be until I caught Patrick next. RIP Sandy.

((EDIT: I FORGOT TO ADD PLANKTON. HE'S THE BAIT FOR FISHING LOL.))

Anyway, yeah, that's my post. Just wanted to share bc I love Nikke and the event and the mini games. I even went and got the Dave the Diver full game on PC bc I'm OBSESSED with the Aegis minigame and it's so chill and cool from the few minutes I played (just got it so haven't had time to do more yet). It was also on sale! (Probably still on sale?)

So yeah. Really loving this event, they really went all out. OH and the music, too? Love it.

[p2iimon]

fursona update :3 (he/him)

[coolspacequips]

I think if all ppl can say about allura is that she's an obstacle to kl or that she's dead to be kl angst or that ppl shipping her w Lance suck then maybe just don't talk about her ever LMAO

[deklo]

7am. tiny bit hungover. oug

[outofthiisworld]

NPC— FATHER NECROSIS ADDED !

A nasty, nasty man now added to the ATLAS info sheet! YIPPEE! The new information is also below the cut as well:

[☣️] FATHER NECROSIS An Upper Echelon whose studies revolve around genetic engineering & splicing— he is obsessed with evolving, curing the incurable, and of course: becoming a god. (<- a more…discreet goal)

He is the leading scientist behind the Ectoplasm Project and Experiment 713.

Personality:

A seemingly polite and proper gentleman— Necrosis is rather respectable and civil for a mad scientist. That is, until he isn’t. A man built on contradictions, he’s domineering yet patient. Underneath the niceties, Necrosis is a cruel, calculating and cunning man who will stop at nothing to reach his goals.

Appearance:

Covered head to toe in garb that resembles a plague doctor, a metallic mask whose filters reverberate a heavy voice. Suit is connected with mechanical pauldrons and various wires, tubes, and phials bolted in. 5’6 manlet. Necrosis’ very own face remained one of ATLAS’ greatest mysteries. For the best (NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE)

Abilities:

STASIS / NULL A unique, self-inflicted enhancement he had carefully spliced on himself to give him a proper upper edge against the experiments of ATLAS— Necrosis has a natural, nauseating miasmic aura around him. The debilitating effects range from a general unease, to nauseating vertigo to life draining. His stasis is also capable of general power nullification via the life-force absorption. More spliced secrets and genetic mutation lay underneath, all kept confidential to appear as human as possible.

Extras:

THE ROT: Has an incurable disease caught long ago in space. Something akin to an infectious cancer— Necrosis is covered head to toe to keep the infection from spreading. Whatever remains of his human flesh is rotting, and everything both hooked up and spliced into his genetics is the desperate acts of a genius to cure himself. 

Necrosis has spliced his own DNA with countless other lifeforms and had self-experimented his own genetics in a vain attempt to cure the rot, or at the very least, halt its spread. The results are varying, but no cure.

His work is just as contradictory as himself. He has developed incredible advancements and remedies for humankind through his dastardly research, however in the same vein, he has also assisted in the creation of some of ATLAS’ more terrifying bio-weapons.

Survival after the containment breach is currently unknown (he did, the guy is a roach)

Relationships:

GHOST-713 (Ophelia)

Necrosis is the primary scientist that leads the research team for the projects consisting of Ectoplasm and GHOST-713. He is deeply engrossed, if not borderline obsessed, with GHOST-713; the obsession beginning due to the unforeseen (and unknown) compatibility between her and the ectoplasmic core. Necrosis believes that the missing key to formulating a cure for the rot is through her symbiotic relationship with the ectoplasm. Over time, the mystery behind her ectoplasmic core drives him further into madness. The one thing he cannot figure out: it haunts him, it intrigues him— he wants it for himself. It’s a deep, sickly twisted yearning that lures out his megalomaniac power trips.  With his ability of stasis, he is the primary reason why GHOST-713 is kept under control despite her incredibly volatile moveset at her disposal. GHOST-713 is terrified of him.

JOSEPH (Doc)

A one sided relationship— Necrosis has a deep respect for Joseph’s own work, both in his medical field as well as his uncannily sharp wit (and he rather enjoys the doctor’s…occasional personality quirks. Deems it a breath of fresh air).  Joseph would like absolutely nothing to do with this man, but it’s hard being a boss’ favorite— so at the very least, he’ll strive in the slight leeway and wiggle room he can get while in good favor with Necrosis. Despite Necrosis’ fondness for the doctor, a twisted envy bubbles below the surface, especially when Joseph gets closer to GHOST-713.

[deermouth]

Made pesto with basil and arugula from my garden this evening but I'm barely able to enjoy it bc I'm running around trying to pack for a 9 day trip

[recurring-polynya]

okay okay okay today i am going to finish my chapter so i can catch up on ao3 comments this weekend

[pebblezone]

About to serve absolutely abysmal cunt

[teddybeartoji]

HELLAUR MICKEYYY <<333 3, 4, 7, 13, ANDDD 15 FOR UR GAME 😼😼 MWAHH MWAHH 🫶🏾

OMG IT'S SUMMY IT'S SUMMY IT'S SUMMYYY:3333333

3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

was gonna say like a murky yellow but i take that back and just give you the most boring answer of No Color Gives Me The Ick. every color has it's own place somewhere okay even the murky piss colored yellow has meaning okay... i refuse to be mean to colors. i love them:33

4. mythical creature you think/believe is real?

skinwalkers. BRO I AM SO SCARED IT FEELS WRONG TO EVEN TYPE IT OUTTT EEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUGHHHHHHH

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when visiting an aquarium?

THE JELLYFISHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAA THEY'RE SOO SO COOLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but also just any big, massive tank. doesn't matter who's in there i wanna sit in the room with the biggest tank and just watch them swim around:33333333333

13. first thing you're doing in the purge?

PROTECTING MY CATTT!!!!!!!!!! FROM WHO EXACTLY I DO NOT KNOWW!!!!!!! omfg we used to have an iron fucking door like my apartment was my pick for the zombie apocalypse too but then they renovated the whole building and now it's just a fucking wooden one.. bro be so serious. but yeah i think i'm just gonna sit there and look out through the peephole (weirdest name ever btw) idk i feel like it wouldn't be as chaotic here as it would be in like.. the us lmao

weirdly specific asks!

[2hightocare]

APOCALYPSE!

“I could go a fair bit crazy over you.”

Synopsis: In which your boyfriend loves doing corny things with you… he also loves doing you.

Genre: established relationship.

Pairings: boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader

warnings: smut.. car sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up bro) creampie, praise, size kink, belly bulge, cussing, fluff at beginning and end, banter between couple, oral, overstimulation, squirting, making out, reader crying out of pleasure, choking, spanking, dirty talking, reader fucked ‘dumb’, mentions of ot7, they’re so corny it’s sickening.

author note 🗒️: wrote majority of this shit being faded as fuck so forgive me if it’s ass and ignore the mistakes (I’ll get to them eventually) js wanted to thank everyone for 3k🤍… writers block has been an thing these pasts months so sorry that I haven’t posted anything new. Here’s more of kuwtb oc and jk dating era 🤍

“I should’ve brought my glasses,” you whisper, a loud laugh ripping out of Jungkook's chest. “I can’t see anything, baby.” You turn to your side before swatting him on the chest— a pout displayed on your face, before going back to your original position, looking up at the dark milky way.

“We were having a cute moment, and you just blurt that out,” your boyfriend quips, his eyes focused on your side profile. A small smile tugs on his lips as he sees you scrunch up your nose, shaking your head slightly.

“You’re so right, we are so corny.” You playfully stick your tongue out with a small “yuck,” before bursting into a giggle when Jungkook tickles your side.

“‘Can we lay on the grass and look at the stars?’” Jungkook mocks your voice, changing his tone into a much more high-pitched version to match yours.

“Stop! I wanted to have a moment like Noah and Allie,” you puff, a smile threatening to come out.

“Baby, you know they look at the traffic lights and not the stars, right?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you.

“Of course I know, but I feel like we would actually get run over. Plus, I like you too much to just let you get run over.” You shrug, your fingers pulling on the grass on the floor. Your eyes connect to the sky as Jungkook stares at your side profile— taking in every imperfection and turning it into another reason why he loves you.

“Like?” he asks, his thumb running over your bottom lip before tilting your head to the side by your chin, making you look at him.

Your heartbeat skyrockets as he stares into your eyes, the twinkle in them prettier than the stars you were just trying to see. Your stomach lights up as if millions of fireworks exploded in heart-shaped sparkles.

“Love.” You correct yourself, rolling your eyes playfully.

“That’s better.” Jungkook clicks his tongue, pursing his lips out. You let out a giggle, dropping a small chaste kiss on his lips before turning back to the sky with a goofy smile on your face.

“You believe in aliens?” you ask, cracking a smile from Jungkook's face— his dimple carving into his skin as he bites his bottom lip, trying to contain the biggest smile.

“Fuck yeah.” Jungkook nods excitedly.

“We are literally a rock when it comes to the whole universe. There’s gotta be something out there.” Jungkook explains, expanding his arms and pointing to the sky, as you nod happily beside him.

“I agree, my mom said she saw one of those spaceships or whatever they’re called,” you pipe in, turning to your side to face your boyfriend.

“You mean a UFO, baby?” Jungkook's face scrunches in adoration.

“UFO?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Unidentified flying object,” he explains, scooting closer to you— dropping his head to your bare stomach.

“I like spaceships better.” You shrug, and he laughs, adjusting himself slightly. Your fingers find their way into his fluffy hair, combing through it. He moans slightly, melting into your touch, closing his eyes, and dropping a gentle kiss on your abdomen.

“What would you do if an alien kidnapped you?” Jungkook asks, his voice muffled.

“Funny for you to think I would allow it,” you say nonchalantly.

You both could hear a hairpin drop from how quiet you both went before breaking out into a fit of laughter. “Smartass.” Jungkook laughs, jokingly biting your stomach and earning a small squeal from you.

Your laughs die down after a while, replaced by silence, the only sounds being your guys breathing. Your eyes flutter shut with a smile, small goosebumps raising on your arms as Jungkook runs his fingertips on your belly— outlining ‘mine’.

“Tell me about your books,” Jungkook murmurs against your bare skin.

“Wanna know about my current read?” you ask, your fingers tugging softly on his hair, making him look up at you.

“I wanna know everything about you, baby,” Jungkook coos.

“Corny.” You scrunch your nose, placing a palm over his face and pushing softly backward, making him laugh. “Tell me about the thick-ass book I bought you two days ago.” Your boyfriend drops kisses all over your stomach.

“The dragon one?” you poke his cheek, before letting your finger play with his lip ring.

“There’s dragons?” Jungkook gasps, looking up at you.

“Yeah, and they have sex,” you say with a smothering giggle, whispering the last words in a hushed tone, making Jungkook's eyes widen.

“That’s enough, baby.” Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow before shaking his head, changing the topic to the latest drama, including Eunbi and Yoongi.

“Lora and I saw them coming out of the guest room while you were doing cartwheels with Taehyung,” Jungkook chuckles, the amusement on his face rubbing off on you.

“You’re lying,” you gasp, your jaw dropping open.

“I honestly didn’t see it coming.” Jungkook bites his lip, containing a smile. “Do you think Yoongi is the sub?” he continues before bursting out in a laugh, you following along.

"It's going to rain," you observe after a while, noticing a lightning strike in the dark sky. Jungkook hums in agreement before sitting up. He holds out his palm for you to take, which you do, and pulls you up onto his lap in a quick, soft motion.

You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, adjusting on his lap and straddling him. His thumbs rub circles on your bare thighs.

"I want another tattoo," Jungkook murmurs, his lips pressing kisses along your collarbone and neck. You nod slightly, enjoying the sensation of his lips against your skin.

"Where?" you ask, holding his head in place with your palms. He bites his bottom lip, looking up at you with dilated pupils.

"My forehead, and it'll be your name," Jungkook says with a grin, making you roll your eyes playfully.

"You're annoying," you retort, pushing his head backwards, making him gasp dramatically.

"I think it'll look good, you know? Just got to pick a cool font," Jungkook jokes, poking your side, sending you squirming on his lap.

"You're never ever getting my name tattooed on you," you shoot him a glare, which he only responds to by sucking in his lips and widening his eyes before shrugging.

"I think your lips tattooed on my hip bone would be hot," Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows.

"You're crazy," you pout, scrunching your nose as he gives your cheek a kiss.

"Yeah?" Your boyfriend smirks, his hands gripping the sides of your waist, squeezing softly, pulling you closer to him.

"I could go a fair bit crazy over you, baby." His lips brush against yours.

Suddenly, the air is knocked out of your lungs when his lips crash against yours. It doesn't matter how many times he has kissed you; you just can't control the utter madness of butterflies swarming your stomach. The fuzzy feeling fills your senses with every touch of his fingertips on your hot skin. The warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips against yours, all conspire to make your heart flutter with the same giddy excitement as the very first time.

His touch is electric, sending shivers cascading down your spine as his fingers trace the curve of your jaw, his hand gently cradling your face. With a tender yet insistent pressure, he deepens the kiss, his lips parting yours in a silent invitation.

You can feel the heat of his body pressed against yours as you move your hips against his. A soft moan slips past your lips into Jungkook's mouth as he guides your hips on his hardened length.

Jungkook's hand travels up, tangling in your hair, small, light rain drops start to fall down from the dark sky.

"Car?" he says in between kisses. You nod, moaning at the sensation of his lips on your collarbone, leaving purple, reddish marks.

You could never get tired of the way Jungkook looked at you, his eyes shimmery with a mix of love, need, and adoration. It was intoxicating, making you forget all your problems. The universe could have collapsed around you, and you would only care about his mouth on yours.

Everything about him was perfect, his scent, his touch, his voice, those beautiful lips, the way he looked at you, as if you were the only one that mattered in his world.

"Yes, car," you agree, breathy and disheveled.

In a swift motion, Jungkook stood and lifted you, carrying you to the car as you wrapped your legs around his waist. It wasn't until you reached the car that he broke the intense kiss, leaving your lips tingling with desire.

With a wicked grin, Jungkook, laid you on the backseat of his car. Jungkook’s fingers found the hem of your crop top, lifting it up, and you helped by throwing your hands over your head- revealing your lacy black bra.

A soft moan fell from your lips as he freed your breasts from the lace, by tugging downwards.

Your soft moans echoed within the car when your boyfriend cups your tits, massaging and kneading, your nipples hardening.

His lips found your jaw, kissing your neck— his eyes darted up to meet yours before his lips met the peak of your nipple, hot breath, then suckling gently, keeping his gaze locked before shifting his attention to the other breast.

Moaning, you bit your lip, head falling back from the sensation. Jungkook loved how responsive you are, the way your nails dig into his upper back.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Jungkook moans, his calloused hands grip your waist in place to stop you from squirming on the leather seat.

He leaned in close, planting a trail of soft kisses along your neck and shoulders. “Mine.” Your boyfriend whispered into your skin.

You licked your lips, not able to find the words to say what you wanted, as all your thoughts were consumed by lust. Your back arched, encouraging the caresses he was giving. His hand grabbed the back of your head, pulling you closer. His lips met yours, deep and hungry, claiming your mouth as his. You let out a soft moan, your hands finding their way to his face.

“Spread your legs princess.” Jungkook says, his voice deep and gentle— he taps on your inner thigh.

You hum softly, watching your boyfriend work on the zipper and buttons from your denim shorts. Jungkook pulls down your shorts down your legs— your panties following quick after.

“Look how pretty this pussy is,” Jungkook chuckled, his eyes making contact with yours raising an eyebrow. He runs a finger down your slit making you choke out a desperate whine.

“Feels good baby?” He says, he adjusts himself— pushing your legs back, giving him more space to be face to face with your dripping core. You only moan in response when he drops a soft kiss on your clit.

You couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped your lips, He smiled against your heat, He licked his lips as he slowly parted your folds with his thumbs, revealing your glistening clit. He took it into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. You let out a desperate moan, your hips bucking in desperation.

He started flicking his tongue against your clit, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your back arched, grinding your pussy against his tongue, feeling it flick deep inside your folds.

“Ngh, right there,” You dug your nails into his hair, your toes curling.

“Right here baby?” Jungkook smirked, inserting two fingers into your sopping hole. You couldn't help but moan and nod, as his fingers curled inside you, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.

“Ass up, princess.” he ordered. Without needing to be told twice, you did as you were told, with wobbly legs you flip around. He roughly grabbed one cheek, squeezing it and spreading you, giving him a view of your tight, puckered hole.

Jungkooks cock twitches in his pants as he watches your holes clench over nothing. “Feeling empty?” He chuckles, a rough hand makes contact with your ass with a hard smack— your back arches. You let out a loud squeal, pleasure and pain mixing together.

He lets out a low growl, his cock straining against his pants, Jungkook moans as he watches your wetness begin to drip down your thighs onto his seats.

“Actually, do you want to tell me about the dragons you were reading about?” Jungkook jokes behind you making you snap your head backwards with a glare.

“You’re annoying.” You pout, Jungkook eyes twinkle with amusement— he bites down on his bottom lip containing the smile that is threatening to spill out. “Annoying? I have you spread out in front of me baby… your pussy is literally dripping.” Jungkook tilts his head to the side cheekily.

Your boyfriend taps on your ass for you to turn around.

He didn’t have to tell you twice as you flip around, before reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants. You pull down on the waistband, alongside his boxers. His cock springs out, the head red and aching.

Jungkook watches you wrap your hand over his thick length, giving a slow pump causing him to blow out a sigh. Jungkook stops you before you connect your lips with his cock.

“As much as I want you to give me the head of my life, I fucking need to be inside your pretty pussy right now baby.” Jungkook rushes out, tugging on your loose hair backwards.

You pout at him. “Let me fuck you.” Jungkook whispers, the grip on your hair tighten pulling you upwards— his lips milliliters away from your face.

“Fuck me.” You whimper.

The moment the words left your mouth jungkook is picking you up and placing you on top of his lap. You’re leaning your back against Jungkook's chest, your legs spread open on each side of his big thighs. His arm is snaked around your waist pulling you closer into him.

“Cramps?” Jungkook whispers into your neck, “not yet.” You joke, he shakes his head with a small laugh before you wrap your hand around his cock aligning it to your entrance.

“Going to take my cock like a good girl?” He guided your hand, aligning it to your dripping entrance. He rubbed the tip of his cock against your pussy before pushing his cock inside you. You feel the familiar pressure as he slowly slid his length inside you, your pussy sucking him in.

“So big.. fuck.” You moan, your pussy clenching around him making him moan against your ear. “If you keep doing that I’m going to cum.” He chuckled.

You dipped down onto his cock, his cock hitting your cervix when you completely sat down on it. Your legs shake beside you, his hands fastly grip underneath your thighs.

“All up my belly.” You moan, arching your back against him.

The sight of his cock inside you, buried up to the hilt, made him moan. "You're so tight," he half-whispered, half-growled against the shell of your ear, the roughness of his voice only fueling the intense passion that already burned through your veins.

He wove his fingers into your hair, guiding your head with an almost possessive need as he tilted you to give him better access to your lips. Jungkook crashed his mouth against yours, his tongue invading, claiming. His eyes closed for a moment as he savored the sensation of your wet, tight pussy engulfing him completely.

He groaned as you lifted yourself, his cock popping out momentarily before sliding back in when you slammed down on it, your cervix meeting his tip with each movement. It was a merciless, primal form of pleasure, your wetness coating his length with every thrust.

His eyes remained locked on you as you got lost in the sensation of his thick length filling you up, throaty moans leaving your lips as you moved on top of him, grinding down onto his cock, your hips moving in a circular motion. Jungkook couldn't help the low growl that left his throat

He pulled you back up, forcing you to bounce on his rigid cock, watching as your full lips parted in an ecstatic moan. The sway of your hips in time with the motion of his cock sliding in and out of you was so fucking erotic it was almost a crime.

You gasped, leaning back just enough to give Jungkook better access to your exposed neck. His cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly which each bounce.

Jungkook's hips bucked up, meeting your bounces, desperate to get as deep as he could, to fill you up completely. The sensation was almost overpowering. A familiar heat was building inside you, a sweet ache that craved release.

Your eyes rolled back, waves of pleasure overwhelmed you.

His hips pumped faster, his cock buried deep inside you, stretching you in the most exquisite way. Jungkook took your lips in another deep, greedy kiss, muffling the sounds of your cries as you rocked your hips wildly, trying to take him as deep as you could, desperate to reach that peak that felt so tantalizingly close.

“I can’t.” You cry, "That's it, baby, feel every inch." He urged you on.

The thrusts grew rougher, deafening the world around you except for the sound of your moans, his grunts, the soft squelching of your bodies coming together and the rain pouring outside.

The pressure built and built, coiling tighter and tighter until you could no longer contain it. Your entire body trembled as you came undone, shattering the quiet of the car with a lustful cry. Your pussy clamped down around Jungkook's cock,

"Cum for me, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust.

You let out a loud whine as his cock slipped out of you. Your body continued to rock back and forth, the ache of denial from not having his cock buried inside you being too much to bear. You glanced down between your legs, flushed when you noticed the stickiness that coated your inner thighs.

Jungkook picked up your trembling body and placed your back onto the leather seat. “Gon’ fuck you missionary so I can see your pretty face when I fill you up with my cum.” Your boyfriend growls.

Jungkook wasted no time, returning home, his cock sliding inside you once more as you let out a needy moan.

His thrusts were relentless, deep, and hard, driving himself into you. The way your pussy immediately clenched around him, took him in so greedily, made him groan, his eyes locked on yours.

A hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to keep you eager for air. “H-harder,” you pant, your voice growing hoarse as his grip tightened.

The car rocked beneath the force of his thrusts, the sounds of wet slaps echoed, mixed with your cries of pleasure, your head tossing back, your eyes rolling back at the ferocity of his thrusts, the sensations building once more, the climax burning beneath your skin.

"Harder...fuck, harder," you cried out, your voice high-pitched and desperate. Jungkook chuckled, releasing his hold on your throat, you gasp as you inhale deeply for air.

Jungkook fingers find their way to your clit once more, his thumb rubbing it in circles while he continues to thrust into your soaked cunt.

The mix of the insistent pressure on your clit and the rough thrusts was too much, a wave of pure pleasure crashing over you, your pussy gripping his cock, your body pulsing around him. Jungkook pulled out, watching with a devilish grin as your pussy squirted all over the two of you.

Jungkook slapped his cock on your swollen clit— watching your pussy spasm with spurts of juices, before pushing his cock back into you.

The sensation of being filled once more, the echo of your screams, bouncing off the car roof, and the overwhelming orgasm had left you lightheaded. You clung to Jungkook, panting, drool sliding down your chin.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me..." He groaned in pleasure, the sensation of your slick walls gripping him, almost drowning him.

"You... fuck me so good, baby," you panted, the words slurred, your voice bordering on sounding completely fucked-dumb. Your body shuddering, your pussy spasming around his cock, your orgasm brewing fast. Jungkook's hips sped up, his cock pulsing inside you.

Suddenly, your back arched, your vision filled with a white haze as another orgasm crashed over you. The delicious agony coursed through your body, your pussy clenching down on his cock, Jungkook grunted, feeling you contract around him, the sensation sending him over the edge. His cock pumped inside you, the warmth of his seed filling you up completely. He moaned against your neck, his heart pounding, lost in the sensation of having you completely wrapped around him

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, his jaw clenching, his eyes closed as he rode out the intense wave of ecstasy. His breath hitched, his hips jerking, before he collapsed against you, his cock still throbbing inside you, spent.

Your body continued to tremble, the aftershocks of the powerful climax lingering. Your heart raced, your breaths coming in ragged pants, sweat beading on your forehead.

With a low growl, Jungkook slowly pulled out of you leaving you feeling impossibly empty. The slick sound of his withdrawal accompanied by a heated chuckle of his.

Jungkook looked down, the sight of your pussy dripping with his cum— your wet pussy gaping, waiting for him to fill you once again.

Jungkook watched, captivated by the scene, as you reached down to collect his cum, watching as you pushed it back inside.

“Fuck.. that was hot.” Jungkook groaned, his lips landed on your face, trails of wet kisses from your forehead, down to your nose, your cheeks, and finally landing on your lips. The storm outside, the rain and thunder providing the soundtrack to your post-coital bliss.

Your limp, spent body sprawled over his car seats, your heart still racing, your breaths coming in shallow pants. You gazed up at him, the sweat on his forehead, the flush on his cheeks, the lust still in his eyes, his breathing heavy. A hand cupped your cheek, his fingers gently stroking your jawline as his lips moved against yours in a tender kiss.

Jungkook traced his fingers along your jawline, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

"You good, baby?" He asked, the tenderness in his voice, an unexpected warmth to the intensity of what had just happened.

Your eyes fluttered open, looking up at him and giving a slow, lazy smile. "Yeah, just a bit sore," you responded, blatantly referring to the aching between your legs.

"You're cute, baby," Jungkook whispered into your lips, the simple remark warming you, leaving your heart fluttering. You hummed in content.

The two of you lay there, naked, your skin still glistening from sweat, the weight of the storm outside more comforting than daunting. Your breaths slowly returning to normal.

A beat of silence permeated the car until Jungkook finally broke it, his voice brimming with mirth. "So... do you think we fucked better than the dragons from your book?"

[mistergoddess]

im gonna stop wearing a sports bra it is way too hot and humid. it makes me dysphoric as fuck not to bc it does of course flatten n even things out more and holds everything still but also. truly nobody gives a fuck and it is. too hot and humid. they always get SO disgusting with sweat and make me feel hotter too and just ugh. cannot do it anymore.

[bunnyb34r]

I currently have 3 drinks on my nightstand (fresh cup of strawberry Gatorade, semi-flat pepsi from this morning, and tea from yesterday (black tea can never be too strong for me, it just gets better baybeee)) but I want milkshake now... sgdgdgdgdgd

[lessi-lover]

ice baths II g.stanway x reader

quick one i wrote during a car trip, so excuse any grammatical errors. enjoy my georgia lovers x

★ ice baths II g.stanway x reader

"comin down for the ice baths love?" your girlfriend asked, as you closed the book you were reading. you chuckled lightly at her request, leaning backwards to rest on your forearms. "absolutely not." you said brushing off her question.

"please baby! c'mon, don't be a wuss." she jested, nudging your elbow so you fell backwards onto the mattress. "gee, no." you pleaded, as she swung her leg over your body, effectively pinning your arms under her thighs. "not until you say you'll come down." she retorted, pinching your cheeks mockingly.

you couldn't help but feel a smile creeping onto your face, as the girl continued to poke at your sides, yourself unable to smack them away. "get off you toad," you said with a laugh, trying to sound stern but failing to sound serious enough. "a toad? a toad she calls me?" the blonde said, waving her hands around as if she was asking questions to a crowd.

she leant down her hair cascading around your face. she pressed her lips to your face, placing a sloppy kiss to your cheek. her hips lifted slightly, allowing your hands to sneakily slide out from under her legs. "yuck, gee!" you slapped your hands against her thighs, still not able to push her body off your own.

"admit it. you're afraid of a little cold water." she teased, but not before scowling at you mocking her british pronunciation. "not doin yourself any favours love." you pouted, trying desperately to look anywhere but up at the blonde. she grabbed your chin, forcing you to make eye contact.

"but i'll turn into an ice cube!" you said dramatically, a fake pout forming on your face. "ice eh? i think you'd make a pretty ice cube darlin." she grinned, she leaned down again, this time pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

"fine." you mumbled defeatedly. your girlfriends brows shot up and she bent down to place a series of short kisses all over your face, finally finishing with a feverish kiss, pulling a giggle from your lips. "but make it quick though. and you owe me a coffee later," you bargained.

her hips finally lifted, allowing you to slip out from under her, settling against the headboard. "sure thing love," she grabbed your hand placing it near her ear, silently asking you to play with her hair, your fingers beginning to weave through it.

"god given ability i put up with you stanway." you finished with a slight tug on her roots, grinning as you stood, making your way to the hotel closet. you looked over your phone, before hearing your girlfriend's pleas. "baby don't call me that. y'know i don't like it." she whined, a small put appearing on her lips. "sorry, gee." you apologised, moving to stand in between her legs.

your hands lay on her thighs, looking down at her with a sweet smile. "sorry pookie?" you said questioningly. you burst into a fit of giggles at the shocked face of the blonde. "oh come on! don't give us that!" she complained, slapping your chest when your laughter didn't stop.

"sorry, my gorgeous, lovely, beautiful, charming, pretty girl." you replied. leaning down to press a kiss against her lips, removing the pout she almost always wore. "that's better darlin." she said with a satisfied smirk, matching the smug twinkle in her eyes. you couldn't help but smile back, reveling in the moment, before you remembered you had promised help ella pick a dress for an event next week.

"gotta go, my love." you said sadly, pushing off her knee. "no love! who? where?" she exclaimed, hands wrapping around your waist pulling you face first into her chest. "to el. i need to help her find a pair of heels." you muffled into her shirt, finding it hard to breathe with how tight she was holding you.

"but i wanted you to stay with me!" she scowled, hands now locked around you, preventing you from leaving her arms. "you'll do just fine on your own, baby." you smiled, grabbing her cheeks and gently tapping them with your hands. she rolled her eyes, pouting at you which you kissed away. "bye baby", she mumbled unhappily, watching as you opened the door.

"bye, pookie." "y/n!"

~

"el, i don't see the problem. nobody is even going to see your heels with how long your dress is." you complained. the mancunian making you go through a slideshow worth of different heels, unable to decide on a pair herself, she seeked your help. "i don't care! cmon, your meant to be a fashion wizard or somethin!" her accent now more pronounced over her words of frustration. she flopped backwards onto the bed, letting out a huff of defeat.

you laughed, flopping down next to her, moving her laptop to lay on both your laps. "okay, okay. fashion guru to the rescue!" you opened a tab showing a pair of sleek, black heels, showing her the different angles. "these are classic, they'll go with everything, and they aren't too over the top. and they won't be too uncomfortable if you want to dance."

ella sat up, bringing it onto her own lap, face smushed up against the screen. "you know what, i think you're onto something. they are pretty aren't they?" she frantically began putting in her card details, scared somebody would purchase the heels before her.

you laughed at her, patting her head and getting up too leave.

"bye tooney!" you waved off the younger girl, opening the door, water and phone in hand. the brunette hardly looked at you, giving a quick "bye, thanks for ya help," as she raced to call alessia, telling which pair of shoes she had finally chosen.

"i love you!" "love you too el."

~

the day had slipped past your fingers and before you knew it the afternoon had sadly arrived. after a multitude of texts from georgia you knew that if you weren't in the recovery room in at least two minutes, she'd be barreling down the stairs to get you herself.

passing millie and rachel on your way up the elevator, and by consequence you had to be the peacemaker between them, hearing their little 'fight' as the lift opened to their level.

they walked in, scowls on both of their faces. clearly they had been arguing for a while now. you prepared yourself, knowing that if anyone could be the bearer of a grudge, it was millie and rachel.

"you seriously think your pasta is better than mine? come on, rach." the english skipper said with a roll of her eyes. "well you know my sunday roasts tops! you couldn't do half as good as me even if you tried." they began arguing in front of you, their words turning into a blur with how much was being said.

you smacked your hand over the stop button, the lift coming to an abrupt halt. "millie, rach please." you exclaimed, trying to solve their petty argument, as well as trying to make it to georgia in time. "how about you both just accept that you're great cooks in your own ways?" you tried to reason with your stubborn teammates.

the two looked at each other, facing towards one another in the stopped lift. their expressions softened, as you waited in the anticipation. "she's right," rachel finally spoke. a sigh leaving your lips, as the shouting finally ceased. "finally." you whispered, a relieved smile on your face.

"your pasta is pretty good mills." "and your roast is amazing." "dinner on sunday at 7?" "sure rach."

the lift opened, both girls walking out, hand in hand, chatting about what they would cook for dinner on sunday.

you shook your head, knocking yourself out of your trance. your sneakers slipped against the carpet, your legs almost buckling from how fast you were running. you almost smashed into the door, your forehead slightly knocking into the glass.

taking a breath, you were relieved to open the door to find your girlfriend ready in her recovery shorts and top. you'd barely caught your breath when you heard georgia yell out from the changing room, "you'd better not be wussing out on me now!"

with a sigh you peeled off your slides, placing them next to the door and making your way to the bathroom. you wrapped your arms around her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder, turning your head to tuck into her neck. "comin for a swim are ya love?" she spoke, cheekily pecking your cheeks, as she took off her necklace.

"only because you're buying me a coffee." you answered, georgia pinching your sides, when she felt your smile into her neck. "come on, love." georgia clasped her hand with yours, grabbing two towels on your way out.

you shivered as you entered the room, the window frosted over. "ready babe?" she asked, an impish grin on her face as she stared at the pool. you nodded, though the thought of the icy water made you shiver to your core. she led you to the edge of the pool, her grip on your hand reassuring your nerves.

the air was freezing compared to the changing room, and you felt even more uneasy about the pool in front of you. "it's all in ya head, darling." she reminded you, squeezing your hand in case you didn't hear her.

with a deep breath, you both counted down together, "three, two, one," and jumped into the pool. the cold water enveloped you immediately, slicing through your skin like a knife. you both gasped, the shock of the temperature taking both your breaths away.

when you opened your eyes, still stinging from the water, you could faintly see georgia's body racing out of pool. she moved frantically, arms flailing around, scrambling to wrap herself in her towel. you couldn't help but laugh at the sight of your fully grown girlfriend running away from a little cold water.

"scared off a bit of cold water? you wuss." you laughed, georgia glared at you, her legs shivering. "out now. you'll freeze." she demanded, reaching out her arms to you. "no i think i'm alright?" you said sarcastically, arms weaving through the water as you moved away.

"come on. please, love." she pleaded. a pout forming on her face, as she tried to reach your moving body. your defiance only seemed to spur georgia on more. she stood at the end off the pool, her body slightly shaking, but still determined to get you out. "you're impossible." she muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in her voice.

"you love me." you smirked, floating for a minute longer. "i do." she admitted, finishing with a sigh as she sat down on one of the pool chairs. "i'm not getting back in to drag you out," eyes begging you.

you swam over to her, accepting her extended hand. "help me out then, baby." she reached out both her arms, letting the towel fall to the floor. she grasped your wrists tightly, and you saw the perfect opportunity fall right into your hands, literally. with a quick pull, you tugged on her arms, bringing her tumbling into the water with a loud scream.

she thrashed around, water splashing over the sides of the pool, and onto your face. she emerged from the water, laughing as her dry body was now soaking wet again. "you're gonna pay for that one, love!" she exclaimed. now charging towards you, as your eyes widened and you began to swim away.

you tried to swim away, feeling a pair of arms wrap around your waist, as you were pulled back into her firm grip. caught like a fish in a net, you let georgia maneuver you around the pool, relaxing in her arms. despite the cold water, you could feel the heat radiating of her chest.

"not getting away that easy." she whispered in your ear, turning your chin to place a kiss to your lips. you giggled, her breath fanning against your ear, sweetly laying kisses along your neck. you turned around, now facing her, as your legs wrapped around her waist.

her hair was plastered on her face, water clinging to her cheeks, as your eyes traced over the freckles that littered her skin. you both laughed, she pulled your back towards her. face tucked into her neck, as she traced patterns on your thighs.

"who would have thought big, strong georgia would be scared of a little cold water?" you teased the blonde, playing with her loose strands of hair.

"we will never speak of this again."

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Rivalry To Romance

velvette x f!reader

Summary: You worked in cosmetics at the Vee tower alongside Velvette, unfortunately you’ve never gotten along. You found her obnoxious and she found you to be a pest. However you struggle with yourself on whether you truly hate her or just can’t accept your true emotions.

Warnings: Fem reader, reader throws things again so does velvette, valentinos presence yuck, suggestive but nothing serious. No mention of readers hairtype, bodytype or skin colour, shorter than i originally wanted womp but I think that’s it but lmk

Word count: 2.5k

we need more velvette i love her so much and there’s like no info on her character or back story at least that i could find woomp womp im trying clear up what i have drafted but sheesh im so picky and a perfectionist about it i wish i was a writing machine that it could come directly out of my brain like i see it y’know?

“I fucking hate her!” You screeched tossing make up across the room at your assistant. “Please, calm down, my head hurts.” Angel whined from your couch as you paced around him, your assistant booking it after the second thing, that being a vase, was thrown.

“I can't, she's intolerable, seriously. A brat.” You grit plopping down onto the cushion beside him. The two of you were in the Vee tower, you being what Velvette would call ‘the shadow of the vees’, you got in on the triangle based on accessibility; for the Vees that is. You were a cosmetic creator and produced varying products for demons of all kinds, not only was it beneficial for Valentino's pornstars but Velvette’s models.

When you were a self employed business it was still very lucrative, and getting around quickly. Gaining the opportunities to work with overlords, sinners you never expected as well as selling and gaining quicker than you could’ve imagined. It wasn’t long until Velvette had caught onto the rage, and that’s how you ended up in the tower working alongside her.

It was terrible from the start; you weren’t some meek little demon, yet Velvette treated you like you were some Imp! You hated her bratty, disrespectful loud mouth and you never failed to let her know.

BIting your nails down too low without realizing, Angel grabbed your hand successfully stopping you, and leaned forward. “Hey listen I know how it is to have a sucky boss. Heh, literally.” Angel snickered to himself while you muttered that she wasn’t your boss. “But if i’m being honest, it sounds like sexual frustration,” He twiddled his fingers at you while a sly smile pulled at his lips.

You gaped at him, head falling forward in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me, hah, no fucking way dude!” You exclaimed, leaning back, you sighed frustrated at the conversation. “Oh shit, gotta go toots, boss is calling. Thanks for letting me up, see ya later.”

You waved by to Angel watching him go. Sitting with your elbows on your knees you stared off into space. Sure you suppose you admired her, sure, she was pretty, occasionally sure you’d check her out admiring how the clothes fit her, but that was purely platonic! Velv was a fashion designer, of course she knows how to accentuate her natural beauty.

And perhaps there were times when you couldn’t quite decide what you felt for her questioning your intentions second guessing your actions. Sometimes as you gazed at her while she worked, you wanted to ease her up a little, relax her from the stress whether that be from praise, a gentle rub or kiss, or something a little more promiscuous; you simply wanted to be her relief.

Other times you wanted to fight her and bitch her out, and then fuck her? You actually didn’t know and it drove you insane, but Angel was the first to spot the way you acted, overly aggressive.

You groaned, frustration emitted from you very clearly as you tugged at your hair. Standing you walk quickly toward Velvette’s and yours’ work sections on the tower's mid floor. Velvette stood at a table when you walked in, she only barely turned her head to you, too busy studying fabrics and colours.

“What’s the pretentious brat got cooking today?” You say walking up beside her looking down at the table. Rolling her eyes she turned to you hand on her hip. “Can you piss off? I’ve got shit to do, real work, not lazing around with a whore.”

Rolling your eyes right back at her, you looked down to the table. “Angels no more of a whore than that filthy moth.” You muttered fingering the fabrics, eyes dancing around the blueprints for an outfit.

“What’re these for?” You ask, meeting her gaze, a bored look plagued her face, but she loosened up slightly at the mention of her work. “These are the new blueprints for our outfits for the upcoming broadcast Vox has planned. He wants to market tech, pornos, clothing and your cosmetics so everything’s gotta be right.”

Velvette looked down harshly at the things laid out in front of her, you could see the gears working in her head as her eyes flicked around the different blueprints, fabrics and rough drafts. You hummed, flicking through a particular set of blueprints that caught your eye. “I’m sure you’ll do great hun, always do.” You muttered absentmindedly, barely focusing on the praise that came from your lips.

Velvette’s head jerked back a bit, eyes watching you. She wasn’t expecting such softly said words to come from you so suddenly, but she definitely didn’t mind it. “Do you want something specific?” Looking toward her you shrugged, trying to ignore the yearning you had to be nearer.

“Just a dress, suppose the only request I have is that I look the part.” You didn’t mean for it to come off sad however, it did, and Velvette felt the rare sting of guilt ping past her heart. She was in fact the one who fought with you the most on who was worthy in the tower, but she always felt you were trying to replace her as “the guru”.

The fight you had earlier was present in your mind as you stood there, it was dumb another thing that sent you spiralling. You stomped off and straight into Angel, thank goodness for that because his presence calmed you surprisingly. The fight was about time slots with models, mainly because one model had been held up by Velvette because she was being a snooty princess again about what the model wore, meanwhile time was ticking on how much time you had to do said model's makeup.

Which ended up spiralling into a screaming cat fight, where you tossed things at her and she tossed them back slinging a slew of colour insults at you as she did so. Normally you and Velvette never apologised but as you stood there beside her looking over stuff you felt as though the moment of peace was close enough to an apology.

“Do you really wanna go to this?” You asked breathing in deeply, catching hints of her perfume that left a warm familiar feeling in your chest. “Hm not really, but we have to.” Picking up navy blue colours, she stacked the square fabrics together.

Swallowing you ask; “What’s your favourite colour?” Stunned Velvettes hands stalled their actions, her eyes meeting yours. You were waiting looking neutrally at her, you simply wanted to know. It was easy to see Voxs was arrays of blues, Val’s pink and red, you fancied emerald and sea greens, and her.. you didn’t know, hot pink?

“I fancy whites, purples, plums…” Trailing off finger to her mouth in thought, she nodded one sternly. “White and plum.” You smile ever so slightly it was a decent conversation for sure. But it definitely didn’t help you inner fight about your feelings for her.

~

Today was the day of the broadcast, the lot of you ventured to Valentinos floor of the tower, doing it up for a big show. There were tons of tables set up, lighting, cameras; the porn stars were done up thanks to you and Velv, they sat on a plush couch their section was going to be an ‘interview with the stars’ no doubt being entirely fake lies. Angel was a part of the cast, much to your dismay, you’d rather him be far from Valentino, but that wasn’t possible. Another area was new improved tech, with tech nerds ready to present and push the new models Voxtech had made.

Off to the back was Velvette’s section where various manikins stood cladded in Velvette’s best work, there were also models present around waiting to pose with the manikins. Your area felt blander than the rest, your cosmetics sat on varying different platforms that lifted them aesthetically, and you had a few head models with you, cameras focused in on only their eyes and lips for the occasional shot. In the middle of the room was where you, Velvette, Vox and Valentino would be.

The lot of you were going to be standing tall with wide smiles, the only one who was set to talk was Vox, the rest of you were just their to claim name to your things. Velvette was running around taking Sinstagram stories and pictures of everything around, building anticipation and hype for everything to come.

You watched her bounce around every now and again yelling at a worker or model about their place here, before getting back to puttering around. She wore a white dress with hearts at the bottom, and her hair was done up in a classic poof instead of her straightened pigtails. “Admiring the goods?” Angel asks, scaring the shit out of you, gasping you grabbed your chest in shock. “Fuck Angel don’t do that to me, and ye- wait what?”

Angel cackled an accusatory finger pointed to you. “Oh cmon! Even Val knows you’re into her, and that’s him.” You stared in disbelief before shaking your head no rapidly. “How would he even know? We barely spend time near each other, I hate him more than Velv.”

Angel scoffed, crossing two sets of his arms he leant against the wall next to him. “Please Velvette’s always ranting about how annoying you are over the phone, telling Val when Vox is probably too sicka her to hear it! Then she goes off saying how you can’t be nice and how you always make it a mission to come and pester er’ and Val said it’s because you wanted to fuck her!” Angel exclaimed slyly leaning forward into you and than backward away.

“That’s not true, we just can’t get along.” Like the devil heard your words, Velvette skipped up to you three, pulling the two of you into her. “Alright! The bitches! That’s more like it!” Velvette shouted, snapping a picture, Angel defaulted to his actor ways posing lustfully at the camera, meanwhile you just smiled unbelievably at Velvette. Once the picture was taken she wasted no time stepping back and sending off the post with a series of different hashtags.

“You look happy today?” You ask more than say watching Velvette smile around the room. “Of course people have stayed quiet, and not been a dickhead all day. Not to mention Vox and Val aren’t in moods.” You nodded in agreement, eyes casting briefly over to the TV who walked around checking the different cameras while Val smoked in the back.

Angel not so subtly snuck off giving your back a shove closer towards Velvette. Even if you could admit to yourself you felt more than platonic emotions for her, it would be extremely hard to accept it or attempt to make a move when you didn’t even know her sexuality.

She’d never seemed interested in Vox or Valentino, but you’ve not seen her eyeing women either. It made you more uncomfortable to ponder the future of accepting your feelings when you could just be cruel and ignore them. “What’s up with you spacey?” Velvette suddenly asked her phone off facing toward the floor.

You anxiously fiddled with your short dress wondering if now would be a good time to start something. “Nothing Velvette, just nerves i guess.” Velvette rolled her eyes, shaking her head disapprovingly. “You’ll be fine, always are anyways. We don’t do shit, it’s all Vox.”

Fair enough. Although that’s true it didn’t really matter considering it wasn’t what was really bothering you. “Are you straight?” You blurt suddenly, hand jerking upward to cover your mouth. Velvette’s eyebrow raised a ‘huh’ falling from her lips.

With a decision in mind, you couldn’t deny it, knowing that even Val saw something you know how you can’t hide it. The daydreams you have of her warm skin next to yours in the morning, the friendship you wish you had, the desire to have her lipstick smeared against your lips, wanting to post cheesy couple pictures together all over Sinstagram.

“Uhh, yeah, are you straight because I haven’t ever seen you around anybody, like, ahem, that.” You stutter out staring at her trying to gauge every little emotion on her face. “Suppose I could be considered, but i fuck who i want no matter the package.” She finally replied, returning to herself after spacing out, looking calmer than you.

“Would ya fuck me?” Scratching the back of your neck as her eyes scanned your face rapidly, trying to read you, trying to tell if you were serious. “Yeah, if you weren’t such a bitch.” You hum watching her once more, this time she looked a little meeker, shifting from foot to foot, her gaze casted downward.

“And what about love? Y’know not just wanting to have a hook up?” You asked a little apprehension evident in your voice, you craned your neck back trying to distance yourself subconsciously.

Softly you felt Velvettes gentle hand on your shoulder, focusing all your attention on her, you watched as her face turned out to the side, only looking at you through her peripheral. Her other hand crawled up to your other shoulder, before drifting softly to your neck, sending shivers down your spine and straight to your toes.

Velvette was still at fully extended arms length, so you stepped forward, cupping her cheeks gently like she was made of the fragilest material. Now eye to eye the two of you simply stared waiting, while invading eachothers space. Cautiously you leaned forward thankfully being her height, you hand your eyes closed already hoping she’d get the message, and either pull away running or indulge.

You were more than shocked to feel her lipstick covered lips meet with yours, soft yet eager. You kissed her back slowly, trying to convey the emotions and feelings you felt without speaking, the apology you wanted to say but didn’t know how.

Pulling you closer by the neck, you fell into her slightly, wrapping your arms around her like she was your world, fully absorbed in the passionate kiss you were sharing. Just as the kiss turned slightly heated, tongues introducing and slipping past the barrier of eachothers mouth Vox screamed. “You’ve got Velvettes makeup on your face, FUCK, why?! Why?! Five minutes before we’re live!” Jumping apart the two of you looked toward Vox who was already glitching out, meanwhile Val just stood smuggly sucking his pipe.

“Don’t worry he’s just mad that he now owes me one hundred dollars, losers weepers,” Val breathed his smoke wafting around the TV’s head. Velvette threw the bird at Vox before turning to you pulling out a handkerchief. “Weren’t you calling someone geriatric, now you’re pulling out handkerchiefs?” You teased, her hand coming up to wipe her black lipstick that stained your face.

“Oh piss off, or we’re both fired,” She scolded but there was no malice in her words like before making your heart flutter. “So how long before this gets out, our little before the air make out sesh?” You inquire as she handed the cloth to you, you wiping her smeared lipstick just as she did for you. “Based on the vibrations from my phone, not long.”