#(Bob is really just an innocent cinnamon roll)

[miss-3625]

"Do not in under circumstances challenge an Earthling engineer to do something. Not even for a dare," said the leader of the space engineering team and looked each one of them in their eyes (or eye, in some cases).

They all looked at each other, some with curiosity, some with plain confusion and some with slight fear in their gazes.

One alien raised their hand.

"I was not finished," said the leader before the alien could ask their question.

The hand slowly lowered again.

The leader turned towards the group of Earthling engineers that were on the other side of the room and pointed in their direction.

No, in the direction of one human in particular.

Relatively small, fragile looking with their short, curly hair and big eyes. A pair of glasses were resting on the bridge of their nose, ready to slip down any moment (not that the Earthling seemed to notice it). They were on their own and were hunched over their iPad, working on something.

The leader spoke with a low and serious voice: "Especially not Bob."

Now the whole group of aliens looked confused.

They looked back and forth between their leader and the Earthling a few times, not believing that this Earthling could do something so bad, that their leader deemed it necessary to warn them.

Now a few more hands rose in the air.

The leader sighed and pitched the bridge of their nose. "Yes?"

"What did the Earthling do?"

"Something I swore to never talk about again. Let's just say, you should be happy that we're on a working space ship."

"Come on, it was an accident!"

The whole group of Aliens jumped and turned towards the new voice.

The Earthling in question stood before the small group, arms crossed over their chest and a pout on their lips as they glared at the leader.

If they tried to look angry or intimidating, they failed alone on the fact that they had to tilt their head up, because the leader (and the rest of the group) was by far taller than them.

How did the Earthling get to them so quickly and so quietly?

The group took a step back, as the Earthling began to smile.

It didn't necessarily look creepy in any way, but it wasn't reassuring to see it after they were spooked so badly just mere seconds ago.

"Also, at least I won the bet!", the Earthling grinned.

After a few seconds of silence, they turned and walked back towards their desk to continue their work.

The Aliens looked at each other.

They all had the same thought in their head.

No one messes with Bob.

“Do not in under circumstances challenge an Earthling engineer to do something. Not even for a dare.”

[blackstarising]

precipice, a buckysarah fic | also on ao3

bucky and sarah spend saturday mornings together on the wilson's back porch. neither remembers when this became a habit.

She’s awake for a few moments before she hears it, the creaking, through the open window. It’s not loud, of course, it’s never loud, Daddy had dutifully oiled the swing’s joints to make sure that wouldn’t happen, but age had touched it just enough that, nowadays, you’d know if someone was sitting there.

Sarah sits up, and rubs the sleep from her eyes. The thick, summer air fills her lungs, the same that coats her forehead in a sheen of sweat. Lingering tension from melts from her shoulders. Unconsciously, she brushes the dog tags nestled inside of her shirt.

He’s okay. Thank God.

A familiar electric buzz runs up the back of her spine as she pads past the boys’ rooms and tiptoes down the stairs. Months ago, that buzz would have prompted her toss her bonnet onto her bed, to swiftly change into jeans and a somewhat presentable T-shirt, even though Saturday mornings before 8 were, by law, designated as Sarah Time.

And then, three weeks ago, the last time she’d seen him in person, she’d raced down the stairs to get AJ’s stuffed toy (some Minecraft thing? Sarah could never keep track) that he’d accidentally left outside before he woke up, cheesy printed pajamas and all. He hadn’t flinched.

He could fit into Sarah Time, she’d decided, right then and there. Lizzo’s “Cuz I Love You” was left on repeat on her phone for her the rest of the day.

So she slips downstairs, ‘Bad Mama Jama’ shirt and all. Coffee steeps. Two mugs are produced, lactose-free milk dumped into each, and a sizable glop of honey into hers.

After all this time, his breath still catches a little when he sees her come out the back door. The humidity that sticks to Bucky’s skin like a stifling coat makes her skin shimmer in the faint sunlight. She yawns, her nose wrinkling just enough that it’s painfully cute, and then she relaxes, still sleepy but serene as she presses the hot mug into his right hand.

“Hey.” He greets her.

“Hey.” Her smile grows. “You’re back.”

“I am. With cinnamon rolls.” Sure enough, a paper bag rests next to the swing. He pats his left side, and she obliges. Their thighs touch plainly this time.

She takes a slow sip of her coffee. “Hope you haven’t been sitting here all night. Where’s Sam?”

“About an hour, and still in DC. Captain America business, and all that.”

“And what? No Winter Soldier business?”

Bucky shrugs. “I like the quiet.” Her quiet. Or maybe just her and the boys, though the boys weren’t that quiet. And ‘like’ was too weak a word at this point, probably.

She takes another sip of coffee, strangely proud. He does too, if only to silence the annoyingly insistent voice in the back of his head nagging him to just put his arm around her shoulder already.

“Still not sure about this fancy milk, though.”

“You mean milk that me and the kids can actually digest?” Sarah knows damn well he can’t taste the difference. “Well, I have bad news for you about oat milk. And soy milk." She grins wickedly. "And don't forget rice milk-”

“None of which belong in coffee.” After nearly a century of identities and missions she’s not sure if she ever wants to hear about, his Brooklyn accent is faint, but he still stretches out the caw in ‘coffee��. How mortifying it is, the way she perks up when that grit bleeds out.

He brushes the bright blue hem of her bonnet. “Is this new?”

She shakes her head and pulls it off. Dark braids tumble down her shoulders. These ones are new, he notices - they’re tighter at the root, and shimmer with oil that smells of roses. “Found out AJ stuffed it in the couch cushions a month ago. I just happened to stick my hand down there yesterday. I do not know what it is about him and that damn couch.” She snickers. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and find a signed check for a million dollars down there one day.”

He chuckles, and gives the ground a little kick the start the swing going again. “Did he get his new glasses yet? Last time I was here, he was saying that he didn’t want to see the optometrist again.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t like the...” Sarah makes a motion with a finger, like she’s pressing a button. “There’s a little gun they use. They blow a puff of air onto your eyeball.”

Bucky recoils a little. “They what?”

“It’s supposed to measure it for the prescription. They tried to do it on me before they did his. I thought it was supposed to be just like a little breeze, but it bounces off your eye.” She pauses and scratches her head. “I may have hollered-”

“Ha! I bet he took that well.”

“I had to get him on my lap to calm down.” She sighs and pouts, just a little. “At least he still wants to be held. Cass makes me drop him off a block away from school now.”

Cass is indeed growing. Overnight, he’s shot up like a reed so that he’s just as high as Bucky’s shoulders. His normally smooth skin is interrupted by a few bumps, and his voice bounces around in pitch like an untuned clarinet. Something in his chest twinges when he considers it, how time marches forward. How, very soon, the collective wide-eyed innocence of the boys will harden into adulthood.

Her gaze falls to his left hand. The fingers curl and flex. She still remembers the first time she’d looked at his arm, really looked at it, the dark plates molding and shifting. It’d been the second time they’d shared this same porch, waiting for Sam to bring back the boys from fishing.

I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, Sarah, he’d said suddenly, catching her gaze. His voice had been heavy, but clear. Dark blue eyes filled with regret. I’ve hurt people. Killed people. I didn’t have a choice, but, with you and- here, she’d held her breath as his Adam’s apple bobbed, how quickly he’d blinked - and the boys, I...I don’t want- I need you to know all of me. Who I’ve been. Who I am. And then you can decide. But you can’t do that if I’m not honest.

She doesn’t remember what she’d said after. She does remember watching him get into the truck so Sam could take him to the airport. How he’d paused when he’d opened the door, and turned towards her, eyes wide. Vulnerable. How she’d smiled at him, and waved, maybe a bit too cheesily, like it’d been the easiest thing in the world, because despite it all, oddly, she hadn’t been afraid. How the widest grin had broken out on his face and something deep inside her chest that had been closed had burst open for the first time since she’d lost Andrew. And she remembers watching the truck pull out of the drive as her heart filled to such a capacity that her chest hurt, and the second they’d disappeared over the hill she’d promptly burst into tears, well, really, half laughing and half sobbing, because how the hell was she supposed to know she could find that feeling again?

It’s only when she sees his jaw clench that she finally notices the cut, long and fading pink against his chiseled cheekbones. Maybe she’s getting too used to them - he’s always injured in some way when he gets back.

He can see that familiar softening in her eyes as she catches sight of the gash. Well, it had been a gash just an hour before, the result of catching a thrown knife on his cheek before he’d caught the hilt. But what’s about to happen next will play like clockwork.

First, she’s going to try to get a closer look. Her index and pointer finger come up just under his chin, tilting his head to the side. His skin tingles, the electricity of her concern rushing through him.

Then, she’ll hum. She’s never chastised him, though he wouldn’t know what there’d be to say if she tried. But that hum says more than enough.

“Hmm.”

In the moment, she doesn’t feel herself cupping his face with both hands, it just sort of happens. Her throat dries instantly as the stubble brushes in her palms.

He can’t breathe, but every single muscle in his body relaxes. He sinks into her touch.

“Y- you should see the other guy,” he manages to get out. There’s a faint memory that breaks to the surface, the docks in New York, 1940-something, 1943? A date whose name has been lost to time, the last date he’d ever go on. Soft hands cupping his face, just like this, and warm, pleading ruby-red lips crashing dully into his, a whisper to not forget her.

Sarah’s tongue darts between her lips. Both thumbs rub small circles into his cheeks. It wasn’t a question of if he wanted to kiss her, no. When has a day gone by that he hasn’t thought of kissing her? How is it that it’s never happened, but he can see it, clear as crystal, and hold it in his mind’s eye. How can he already feel her warm and flush and present and breathless and real against him?

Very slowly, she comes back to herself, and her face immediately flushes with a sharper heat. Her hands awkwardly drop from his face. She tries to think of something, anything, to interrupt the silence (to explain herself?), but every word that comes to mind sticks helplessly in her throat and she just can’t stand it because she’s the same, she’s exactly the same as she’d been at 17, leg jiggling and sweating and staring a hole right through the back of Andrew’s head in AP Calculus.

(She’d never wanted to punch Sam so bad back then when he’d had the audacity to say well, just tell him, already. The audacity of him, to think things were so simple.)

She leans back, scooting just a hair away this time. The crest of the sun beams through the trees, painfully bright. Her pulse is louder now. She’s looking at the small grove so intently she doesn’t even register the weight gently settle on her left shoulder at first. It only clicks when she feels the cool metal of his thumb brush up and down her bicep. Their eyes lock, brown against against blue.

He’s still smiling, and she, she realizes, is too.

So she melts into him. She melts into him, her ear landing over his chest, her arm wrapping around the small of his back. She sighs into the muted whoosh whoosh whoosh of his heartbeat, the cotton of his shirt, and the faint smell of spearmint on his breath. Another kick of her foot and they’re swinging yet again, back and forth, back and forth. The sun pulls itself up ever higher and higher.

The light starts to burn his cheek. “The boys’ll be up soon,” he murmurs into her hair.

She snuggles deeper into him. “Mmm.”

They’re on the precipice of something, this, they both know. They're inching closer and closer, and one day they’ll step off, and she’ll kiss him full on the mouth and whenever he’ll come back to the house he’ll be coming back home and whenever they go anywhere they’ll stick each others hand in their back pockets in that particular way that teenagers do that let everyone know that they’re each others and there’s nothing they can do about it.

One day. But for now, this is more than enough.

They like the quiet.

[vesperstalksclones]

Ok so @captainrexisboo was talking to people about Rex and cinnamon flavored mouth wash, which made this amazeballs art happen by @samrubio and that got me thinking about clones and tasty flavors.... and I'm a dirty hoe... and this fell out of my Brain:

Peppermint Playtime

(or something like that)

*I'm sorry, I cannot for the life of me figure out how to do a "read more" line with my phone. Please forgive me.

*Kix x gender neutral reader

*Filth filth filth, Kix gets his brain sucked out thru his peepee, and things get crazy there is a little finger walking of the dirt trail. Just saying.

Have fun!!

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Kix had excused himself to go search out some food, allowing you the first bit of privacy You'd had in four days.

You'd been dispatched to Torrent squadron after the 501st had discovered a hidden slave camp tucked into the dense jungles of this gods-forsaken planet, the occupants suffering terribly from malnutrition and exposure. Tending wounded troopers as well as suffering civilians was more than he was equipped for, so the chief medical officer had dispatched you and a transport of supplies to fill the need. Kix had arched a brow at the nat-born medical technician he'd been landed with, chuckled at your name, Magik' (left over from university when you could repeat practically all of Magik's Anatomy Atlas verbatim) and within the hour was eye-fucking you from the table where he was irrigating infected wounds. Quite the romantic first meeting.

Truth be told, even the difficulty of a four day grind in the field ward couldn't blind you to how damn beautiful the trooper was. They were all made from the same man… but Kix seemed… more, somehow. His amber eyes seemed to burn with more gold and his hair was an inker ebony… his lips more plush and his lilting baritone voice richer. You might have indulged in a great deal of reciprocal eye fucking.

Now, in the privacy of his little cubby hole, you shed your filthy clothes, adding them to the growing pile and dug out your precious pouch of wipes and a spray bottle of saniwash. Metered showers on the Venator sucked. Wipes sucked far more. But you were sweaty and tired and the massaging of the towel bath was marvelously soothing after the grind. You scrubbed yourself down thoroughly, sighing at the cool air kissing at your skin as you ran your palms over your chest and belly to whisk away any remaining moisture. Stooping, you retrieved the used cloths and straightened, your eyes locking with the wide eyed stare of the medic who had appeared out of nowhere and was watching you a little slack jawed. 

Your insides jumped, but outwardly you remained cool, tilting your head coyly at him.

"Kix… how long have you been standing there?" 

A look of panic crossed his face and he gritted his teeth, the spell suddenly broken by the sound of your voice. 

"Not… not too long…. I didn't see… I…" he stammered. You couldn't help but adore his bashfulness, even as the two of you had stared across more naked bodies in the past few days than you'd care to count. 

"Oh, stop. Get over here, you need to clean up!" 

He shuffled forward, discarding the food packets he'd brought before drawing himself up in front of you, training his eyes somewhere above your head. 

"I can help… If you want me to."

His eyes snapped down to yours, surprise painting his features… but also maybe… eagerness?

"If that's ok…" You continued, nodding innocently as your lips pursed.

He nodded, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small grin.

You tucked your fingers under the hem of his blacks, tugging the shirt up until his navel peeked out.

"Look, Kix… It's been a shitty couple of days and I just… I really want to put my hands on something healthy and … " You shuddered as you pressed your palms against the muscles of his abdomen. "... gorgeous."

He nodded again, the corner of his mouth creeping high into smirk, realizing what you were getting at and immensely enjoying the idea. You pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, and he hiked a booted foot up onto a container, working at loosening the shinguards. Not wanting to waste time you worked at his back, marveling at how the droplets of the wash collected on the rippled bronze muscles and the prickles that rose wherever your nails scraped at him while you scrubbed. He threw up the other boot to be loosened as you kneaded at his shoulders, pulling a groan from the medic's lips. You rubbed the tension away until he straightened and stepped out of the armored boots, now clad only in the black tights. 

Grabbing the wash he hurriedly got to scrubbing his chest, eager to get business finished and move on to other things. Never to be the shy one, you cupped your palms over his hips, pressing yourself against his back, and rolling your hips against his ass, eliciting a small noise of approval. He was getting to work on his face when your fingers dipped down the front of his thighs and came together in the front, molding over the growing bulge in his pants. 

"Oh hell… " he groaned, canting his hips forward to press against your palms. "That's not helping."

"Then hurry up, Sir."

He growled low in his throat, dragging his pants down to hurriedly scrub himself as your fingers played at his abdominals, scratching little trails around his hips and scooping handfuls of his firm rear.

"Fucking Maker, you're beautiful." You whisper harshly, nipping at his shoulder. 

Kix clawed his tights the rest of the way off, with a grunt and spun to face you. His arm slipped around your waist and crushed you against his belly, his other hand fisting in your hair and gripping it snugly. 

" What did you want Magik, that you're so damn eager for?" He jerked your head lightly with the fist. "You think I didn't see you looking at me the last few days?" He brushed his lips against yours, holding you back when you stretched to kiss him. "What were you thinking about?"

Your nails were digging into his arms, the tension that hung over the two of you was nearly palpable. You were both exhausted and strung out and really needed something good and mind blowing to force you into a few hours of blissful slumber. 

"I want your cock… I want you in my mouth. I want your hands in my hair, and I want you to loose your damn mind."

"Fuck yes." He growled, slanting his lips over yours, groaning harshly as he thrust his tongue in your mouth, caressing at yours and exploring your warmth. 

You pushed him away and he let you go, your teeth scraping down his neck as you left. You dropped to your knees, pushing him back against the crates harshly and pressed your lips to his middle, leaving searing kisses and licks as you worked your way towards your prize. You were nuzzling at the crease of his thigh, his hard erection bumping at your cheek when you had a thought. He'd worked so damn hard to save those people… why not make things a bit more special for him. You scrambled to the side and dug in the pocket of your smock. He watched you curiously as you unearthed your tin of peppermints and scooped a bunch on to your tongue. You crunched them quickly, shuddering at the intensity of the mentholated chill they brought. Grabbing one of the cold beverages he brought, you slunk back before him and met his eyes with a naughty look in your own. 

"You worried about your breath?" He asked, confusion plain on his face. 

You shrugged and smiled sweetly. "No… but you should be."

His brows raised as you dipped your head towards his member, curling your tongue along his shaft, smiling at his moan of defeat. 

He ran his fingers through your hair before fisting them firmly, holding you tightly as you set to work. You spread your lips over the head, the velvety softness of the skin dragging against yours. A bead of pre-come had swelled at the tip and you ran your tongue through it, teasing at the tiny opening there as his breath hitched. Wetting your mouth thoroughly you slid him past your lips and on to your tongue, sucking experimentally at the mouthful as Kix shuddered above you. 

Flicking your eyes up to his, you found his mouth agape, his golden eyes locked on your face, the point of contact, memorizing the sight of his cock disappearing into you. 

"Is that good, Ad'ika? Take more…"

You pull away and plant a sloppy kiss to the head, before enveloping him again and pushing forward, taking more of his length with each bob of your head. His hands gripped tighter, pushing you forward firmly and you knew what he was wanting. You swallowed around him, shoving him deeply into your throat until your head spun and your nose brushed his abdomen and your shoulders shook as your body fought to reject his length. Fortunately a calm head and a lazy gag reflex kept things smooth and you slipped away, only to press forward again, swallowing him whole. 

Kix was gasping overhead, watching you have your way with him, satisfying your own craving even as he was the one who would surely benefit more. 

"Fuck… Magik! That feels …" his voice cracked in the middle of the sentence. "Stars… that's amazing! It feels… agh!" 

You ran your nails over his hips and thighs as you worked and he arched against you. Rolled his testicles between your fingers as you stroked the heavy sack, giggling at the stutter it put in his hips. You fumbled for the odds and ends you had deposited on the floor, dipping your fingers into a bit of oil You'd snatched from the clinic. 

Pulling away, you coaxed him to sit on the crates, leaned back and relaxed, and hooked a palm behind his knee, propping his leg high. 

He chuckled nervously. "Where is this going, Mag?"

"Trust me, doll. I think you'll like this." 

You sunk back down, taking him in your mouth again, your oily fingers smoothed behind his balls and crept back between the cheeks of his ass. He squirmed under your touch, his breaths occasionally turning into little whimpers as you swallowed him down, the sloppy noises of your spit soaked lips making an obscene symphony in the modest space. He trembled when your fingertips brushed against his entrance, the oil making the touch slick and soft as satin. You timed gentle strokes with the motion of your lips, listening closely to his pants and gasps for any hint that he wasn't enjoying himself. 

Seizing the moment,, you slipped a finger in to him up to the second knuckle. 

"Fucking!... Stars… ah!" He arched up his hands flying to clench the edges of the crate and you felt him tighten around you. 

You pull away from his cock, with a wet noise, gently caressing him. 

"Do you want me to stop, sugar?" 

"N.. n.. no!" He positively whined the word, giving himself over to you willingly.

You kissed his thigh and dove back on his member, fucking him sweetly with your mouth and your hand as he moaned and squirmed under your ministrations.

Maybe he thought he was the one in charge, but the beautiful man was your plaything for the moment and hearing him whimper and cry had your insides twisting, your own muscles clenching around emptiness in anticipation.

"Magik! Kriffing Maker Ad'ika … I need…" the words broke off in a sob as you slid your finger out of him.

"What do you need, Beautiful? Tell me.." You whisper, stroking his weeping cock with your free hand, watching his muscled abs gather so that he could thrust against your fist.

"I need to come… I'm close… please, please Ad'ika!"

You smile at the warmth his words bring, wanting more than anything else to see him fall apart from your touch. You drop your mouth over his head, drawing circles with your tongue as your hand pumps his length, the other dipping into your drinking cup and finding a tiny smooth bit of ice.

If he liked the cool on his cock… well..

You raised your head to watch as your fingers slipped to his ass and pressed the bit of ice inside him.

You heard the creak of the crates as his fingers clamped down, saw his pupils shrink to pinpoints and he exploded against your lips, body bowing into the air as a scream ripped from his chest. The climax rippled through him, setting the great muscles in his thighs quivering as ropes of hot spend splashed across your face and neck.

You'd expected it… just not so much!

Pleasantly pleased with yourself, you sat stroking his thighs as the sensations of release ricocheted around within him, making themselves known with little shudders and breathy gasps. 

It wasn't long before he relaxed and quieted, panting softly in the afterglow of his release and he raised his head, searching you with a dazed expression. 

"Hi there handsome. Welcome back."

"You…. Kriffing… what the hell are you?

He gasped out, looking half pleased and half afraid.

You shrugged.

"A discerning collector of orgasms. And yours, Sir, was superb."

He rolled from the crate with a groan, gaining his feet slowly, before pulling you up with him. Sharing in childish giggles, he apologized as he helped to clean your face, before pulling you down to the sleeping palette with a grin.

"Two can play at this game, Ad'ika."

[vukovich]

“I’d have killed her when I killed your aunt.”

Ch. 35 Excerpts

New chapters Fridays at 5:00, Chicago time.

Ominous Orbs

Crystal eyes. Histories bygone reprise. Gods, she’s got her father’s eyes.

Volary now stabilized. Roots dug deep, branches twined as blood allies

Gods, time stops at those first cries. Futures swirl and galvanize. Crystalize.

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Cinnamon, cloves, foxglove. I’d have killed her when I killed your aunt.

He’d known. Deep down, at least.

Molly spoke, having carefully found the words. “Daffodils look innocent, you know. The tender stalks and bobbing bright blooms. The whole Narcissus family of flowers is like that. But every part of the plant is quite poisonous. Flowers, leaves, stalks, bulbs. Every bit of them, death.”

He nodded, tears welling as she confirmed his suspicions and continued.

“Roses, however. They have a terrible kind of beauty, don’t they? Sharp thorns. Gnarled branches. Tempting flowers. They warn us that they’re not especially good to eat, but they don’t truly harm us if we do.”

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Draco had fallen asleep to the sound of them discussing werewolf-friendly DMLE policies and options for family leave requirements. It was rather nice. A different kind of love. A different kind of bedsport.

They were a formidable team.

An uncomfortable obsolescence bloomed in his chest as Hermione rolled to put her back to Harry, and he tightened the arm around her with a sigh. Who was Draco Malfoy to bed the Head Auror and a Wizengamot councilwoman?His gaze flicked out between the bookcases to the table, still with its dildonic adornment. He was just a man in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, with a table covered in dicks.

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A deeply frustrated sigh flowed through her flared nostrils. “It’s important for marks, but not to… the world.” She flopped down next to him, nestling her head on his chest. “I hate school, Harry.”

“This is an amazing polyjuice.” He picked up a curl and stretched it out. “You look so much like Hermione Granger, but you really haven’t done your background research.”

Her fingers tweaked his nipple, and he squeaked.

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Ron had already resigned himself to finding nothing but smithereens, but there was plenty more quartz where this had come from. Instead, he drew it out to find some damn near perfect pearl-sized crystal orbs under the powder.

The powder was a curious thing itself. So fine, it was nearly a liquid. Dark, glittering, and just exceptionally clingy. And it was the source of the scent. He brushed his hand off on his pants, but the powder stuck in the whorls of his finger prints.

He licked a finger clean, tasted cherries, and his vision went black.

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The heat and deep tension that had pooled came roaring back, and she touched it.

The front door clicked shut, and he ignored it. Nothing existed beyond the burning need between her finger and her hand, and her steady coaxing.

“Oh, gods,” he chanted as her hands moved. “Oh, gods. Oh… FUCK.”

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Harry snuffled his nose into Draco’s hair, and felt the other man tense up. “Don’t you dare, Potter.”

He wrapped his arms around the head of blond hair, and rolled himself on top of Draco, pinning his upper arms, and catching his hips between Harry’s legs. Auror hand-to-hand training wasn’t entirely useless.

Slowly, Harry lowered his face toward Draco’s ear, sniffing dramatically. “Potter! You mother fucker!”

Harry dropped suddenly and buried his face in the crook of Draco’s neck, snuffling and snorting into his skin as Draco squealed and writhed under him.

“You fucking pig!” he yelled, flailing as best he could.

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That was it. Harry could be impatient and easily-annoyed. He still had a tendency to lash out. He had all the makings for a horrific father, really. And he’d had great examples on how to mistreat a child. There was no reason he couldn’t grow up to become Uncle Vernon.

Draco’s fingers threaded through Harry’s hair. “It hurts to give children what you were never given, and that you had to grow for yourself. But it gets easier, and you won’t be doing it alone.” His lips found Harry’s, and laid a soft kiss.

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Harry kissed his way down Draco’s ring finger. His left ring finger. “I’ve never owned jewelry in my life, and I can only think of one reason I’d wear a ring.”

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Draco nodded, returning the grin. “She calls you ‘Daddy’.”

Harry barked a laugh and threw his mobile on the foot of the bed. He shoved Draco onto his back and rolled on top of him. “At least she doesn’t call me a fucking pig.”

Draco’s body melted under the weight of him, warm and heavy. His knees bent to cradle Harry’s hips. “No, I’m the only one-“

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Tip of the Tongue, Bone-Deep

Names of the dead. Carved in mind and etched in souls.

Names of the dead. In drink or skin, all prudence fled.

Threads pulled. Frayed. Taut. All feigned control. Then who am I? To remain whole?

Names of the dead.

Ch. 1

[aizawawhore]

Come come kitty kitty

Pairing: Aizawa x reader

Words:  1,519

Genre: smut

Warnings: master/kitten,  masturbation, , roleplay , vaginal sex , unprotected sex, blow jobs.

Everything was turning out perfectly. You knew Aizawa would be back any minute from patrolling the streets. He has been extremely stressed lately, and you hadn’t had much time together lately either. So you decided to treat Aizawa tonight. You napped half the day so you were able to stay up past midnight, he normally finished his hero work around 3 AM. You often fell asleep before you could see him, it was straining your relationship and you knew it was hurting both you and Aizawa. Being apart for most of the time was about to change though, tonight you couldn’t wait to surprise your lover. You felt completely rested, you had taken a shower just a few hours ago and put on a scent that resembled cinnamon. You were dressed in a black bra and matching thong, Aizawa’s favorite set. If he somehow resisted the fact you were kneeling on your shared bed with him. He definitely wouldn’t be able to resist the last part of your little idea. A pair of cat ears that were clipped into your hair–and a black shiny collar tight around your neck. Aizawa did always love cats, you actually had a cat–of course Edger Potato was forbidden to see the debauchery that was bound to happen soon, so he was at you friends apartment for tonight. The clock turned to 3:10 AM, and you were simply waiting on the bed, the bedroom door open just slightly. You were starting to get nervous, palms getting slightly sweaty as you glanced at the clock for what seemed like every minute that passed. Maybe he wouldn’t be home till morning.

You heard mumbling, something about ‘why is the light on’ and 'where’s the cat’, before your boyfriend in all his glory opened the bedroom door and froze at the sight of you. You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth and spoke.

“Welcome home master.”

Yes, nailed it. You thought to yourself when you pulled off the innocent voice you were going for. Aizawa, still frozen in place, raked his eyes up and down the sight of you. Your perfect body, ample breasts almost spilling out of your bra, and of course the cat ears and collar. The dark haired man blinked a couple times, then you noticeably saw a change in him, he gave a toothy grin and chuckled deeply. “Well well well, what do we have here?” He stepped forward, slowly like a wild animal stalking it’s prey. You giggled and spread your knees slightly to give him a better view of your soaked panties. Aizawa growled at the sight. “You’ve been working so hard lately master, your kitten wants to take care of you tonight.~” You purred. Your boyfriend was now at the edge of the bed, you notice his hard covered cock and licked your lips, before flicking your eyes back up to meet Aizawa’s. He looked so hungry for you, normally your sex was quite vanilla besides from a little bondage with his capture weapon. This was a whole new show you were putting on for him. Aizawa flicked the little bell on the black leather collar with his index finger making you squirm. “Master had a very rough night kitten, so are you going to be a good pet for me and listen to everything I say?”

You nodded, getting wetter with each word he spoke. His deep voice turned you on so much, he was perfect. And this roleplay was the hottest thing you’ve ever done. Period.

Aizawa gripped your chin rather roughly and leaned down to look you in the eyes. “Use. Your. Words.”

“Y-Yes, master. I’ll do whatever you ask.” Satisfied with your answer. Aizawa kissed your forehead before standing back up straight. “Tease yourself first, then suck my cock.” He spoke firmly, he was really into this. And you loved it.

“Yes master.” Aizawa stood in place, crossing his arms. You brought your hand to the hem of your panties, and slowly dipped your fingers into them. You were soaked, beyond soaked. You circled around your clit slowly, giving a soft moan as your eyes fluttered shut. You heard your boyfriend hum in approval which just egged you on more. You reached your other hand up to cup your breast and squeezed it slightly. Your back arched and you felt so much pleasure from him watching you. You were getting close already. The feeling of your fingers and Aizawa’s eyes on you was so good. The ball of pleasure in your stomach was about to explode.

“Stop.” Your boyfriend growled and you snapped your eyes open. His shirt was off and he was only in his pants now, he was unzipping them. You knew better then to disagree with him hen he was in charge. So you took your hands away from your body and put them to your sides. His pants were around his knees now along with his boxers, his cock free and hard. There was a bit of pre-cum at the tip and he rubbed the base slowly. “Suck it, kitten. Use that pretty mouth on me.” You gave a shaky breath and leaned down to take his big cock in your mouth. The feeling of his hot and dripping member in your mouth was amazing, you loved to do this for him and when he was stressed it felt even better to please him. He groaned, half-lidded eyes looking down at you. He grabbed your hair and made it into a make-shift ponytail to keep your head steady as you bobbed your head up and down his cock. “That’s a good girl, suck it nice a good.” He praised you, and you melted. Moaning onto his member, you took him even deeper and he growled. “Yes dammit. You’re so damn good and sucking my dick.” You ran your tongue along the underside of his cock and sucked harder, feeling his orgasm coming soon. But just like he ended your release before you could reach it, he delayed his own as well as he pulled you off his dick and pushed you onto your back on the bed. You licked the remains of pre-cum off your lips and spread your legs to tease him. Aizawa ripped off the rest of his clothes and got onto the bed with you, you drank in his figure. His strong arms and chest. You were so turned on and so very wet.

Aizawa unclasped the front of your bra and ripped it off your body before quickly sucked your left nipple into his mouth. He hummed around your pink bud and flicked his eyes up to you. You gave a silent gasp and squirmed in your spot.

“M-Master..I’m so wet, I need your cock inside me.” At that, Aizawa pulled off your breast and smirked. “Ride me.”

He moved off of you and laid back on the pillows. Patting his thigh. “Come on kitten, don’t be shy.” You couldn’t help but blush as you moved to straddle his lap. You pulled your panties to the side and lined his cock up with her hole. With one swift movement, you sank down onto your lover’s cock. Feeling nothing but bliss as he filled you up. “O-oh…you feel soooo good.” Aizawa chuckled and reached up to fondle your tits. “You like that naughty kitten? You like riding your master’s dick?”

Damn, he must have been pent up for a very long time.

“Yes! Oh god yes please fill me up with your cum master! Fill your little kitten to the brim!” You were almost shouting, you wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors heard you saying such dirty things. The dark haired man gripped your ass, blunt nails digging into your flesh. As you bounced up and down on him, he gave thrusts into you. You were a moaning mess. Your juices soiling the bed sheets beneath you. It was an amazing feeling being so close to him. The ball of pleasure returning just begging to burst. “Cum Y/N. Cum righ-fuck!” With that, you felt your boyfriend’s hot seed fill you up. And you let everything go, you came all over his thick cock as you fell against his chest. He was still giving slow thrusts into you, both of you riding out your powerful orgasms that both needed so badly.

Your breathing slowed and so did his, coming down off your high, you rolled over to your side of the bed, looking at Aizawa who was smiling. His smile was such a rare sight, but you loved it. “Thank you Y/N….I needed that.” He rolled onto his side and kissed your cheek. His hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat and he couldn’t have looked more attractive in the afterglow.

“Anything for you…master.”

[lord-explosion-baku]

Candles

Bakugou x reader

Warnings: fluff??, swearing

A/N: just a short lil snoot I wrote for everyone’s favorite hotshot’s birthday!!

It was Ashido’s idea to make you in charge of organizing the party, reasoning that you had been spending a lot more time with Bakugou so you would know what he would like the most. It was Sero’s idea to make the party a surprise, reasoning that Bakugou would never agree to a celebration if he knew about it but you didn’t want him to get upset on his special day so you asked him for permission.

“Absolutely not-“ was his immediate answer.

“Ohhh, come on! It should be fun! There’ll be food and music and presents! Please? Pretty please? If I didn’t tell you about it, it would’ve happened anyway and you would’ve had to suffer!”

“Actually that’s not true. Shitty hair already let it slip that you all were plotting something. I already planned on avoiding everyone at all costs.”

“Bakugou!” You whined, boldly placing your hands on his arms. “it’s not gonna hurt you to have a good time! Everyone already got you gifts and I’ve put down a deposit for the room we got for it! and… I don’t know, if you don’t wanna do this for you then do it for everyone else! It will make a lot of people happy!”

Bakugou would never admit it but he really did care about his friends. He might’ve not liked them all the time but you had to appeal to his tsundere side somehow.

“Tsss...” He pulled away from you, looking anywhere but your face. “You really paid for everything already?”

“Yup!” You grinned.

“And there’s no way you can get your deposit back?”

“Mmmm nope!” You totally could but he didn’t have to know that.

“Fine-“ he glared out in front of him “-but just know that I hate birthday cake.”

Needless to say, you were ecstatic.

You took full advantage of your party planning privileges, decking out the space you rented with all the classic birthday supplies: orange, black, and green streamer matching the color of his hero suit draped across the ceiling and fitting cartoon blast shaped balloons tied to each table bobbed against each other. You made a playlist full of Bakugou’s favorite music along with some other songs that you knew everyone else would enjoy. Food and drinks were provided by a catering service that Kirishima had recommended which you got a discount for because Kirishima was a “totally rad guy.” You might have gone a tad bit overboard for such a small get-together but anything was worth it for Bakugou… the two of you had gotten to be pretty close over the last few months... and you maybe had developed a tiny little crush on him and Ashido was just absurd enough to suggest that he reciprocated those feelings. Like, sure, the two of you did share a couple moments where you guys looked at each other for longer than you needed to when you were a ways away from each other but Bakugou always broke the eye contact. And okay, you were probably the only person Bakugou let touch for long periods of time but you were pretty handsy with a lot of people and you were sure he’d just gotten used to it… Not that any of that mattered for the party! You had to focus on making it a swell time and not because you had some silly crush! You were really just throwing this party out of the goodness of your heart!

Mina was the first to arrive clad in her best party outfit. She helped you a bit with making the snack table look more aesthetically pleasing. Sero was the next to arrive, ironically wearing sunglasses indoors and he brought silly party hats for everyone to wear. Jirou and Kaminari showed up together and they brought games that you’ve never heard of to play! You don’t know when Tokoyami showed up, he just happened to appear. You had invited him but you weren’t sure if he’d be attending since when you extended the invitation, he only said something cryptic that you didn’t quite understand. You were happy to see him nonetheless. Kirishima, under the guise that the party was still a supposed to be a surprise, escorted Bakugou into the room and when everyone jumped at them yelling “surprise!” Bakugou just rolled his eyes which wasn’t all that much of a giveaway that he was already in on it since that was a very Bakugou-esq thing to do.

Everyone seemed to have a good time! Sero and Kirishima attempted to play multiple birthday pranks on Bakugou which always ended with one of them getting swatted, Ashido and you danced a bit together to the wonky playlist you put together that she ended up tweaking a bit, and Kaminari attempted to explain how to play some of his weird games but he was too excited to really get whatever it was he was trying to say out so Jirou had to take over the games.

You lit the candles that were stuck inside your very special concoction of a dessert and the others let Bakugou know what was coming when they started to sing “Happy Birthday,” albeit, completely out of key. Still, everyone had stupid, contagious grins on their faces and even Bakugou smirked when he saw that you brought out a brownie platter rather than a cake.

“I added cinnamon and cayenne pepper,” you said with a wink. “I hope you like the kick!”

“Make a wish!” Ashido yelled, bouncing up and down.

Your heart skipped a beat when Bakugou looked at you, the glow from the candles complimenting his jaw structure. You couldn’t help but think that the birthday boy looked kinda handsome even while forced to wear that silly cone party hat.

Swiftly, he blew out every candle and everyone cheered for him.

You got a sense of accomplishment while Bakugou opened his presents; weights from Kirishima, a hoodie from Ashido, a ‘Guide To A Zen State Of Mind’ book from Sero, a skull which you were very unsure if it was real or not from Tokoyami, drumsticks from Jirou, and a welding torch from Kaminari. With the stress of making the party happen you didn’t actually manage to get him anything but you had doubt that he’d even notice.

While Sero and Kaminari were busy trying to pop Bakugou’s explosion balloons with their butts, you saw Bakugou go out to the balcony. You barely had any time to talk to him beforehand while you were his trying to make sure everyone was well fed and having a good time so you decided to join him!

“Did you like the party?” You leaned against the rail, looking over the vast city in front of you. You felt his eyes on you and you hoped he couldn’t tell how nervous you were to hear his answer.

“I guess,” he muttered back. Relief flooded over you. Had it been a couple months ago, that answer would’ve hurt but after having got to know Bakugou a bit more, you knew that ‘I guess’ was Bakugou for ‘sure did!’

“Well, good.” You tapped on the railing to beat of the music playing from inside. You get a nervous flutter when you feel his eyes slide over to you.

You pull on your shirt sleeves and look him in the eye. “So, what’d you wish for?”

He shot you a wicked grin and quirked a brow. “Why do you wanna know?”

“Innocent curiosity,” you smiled sweetly back at him.

“Yeah? Oh, hey, I couldn’t help but notice, you didn’t get me a gift! I mean, come on, L/N, it is my birthday.” He took a daring step closer to you.

“Wha-! But! Okay, sure but-! I threw you a party!”

“And? I told you I didn’t want a party,” still, he didn’t stop smiling through his teasing.

“And I made you brownies!”

“They were pretty good.” One more step closer. “It’s a shame I had to share them with rest of those losers.”

“Aww Bakugou, what could I possibly give you that you don’t already have?” You jabbed him in the ribs and he grabbed your hand.

“You tell me,” he said, pulling you closer. His hand ran up your arm to your elbow. This was the first time Bakugou initiated contact with you and you felt like your body was about to burst into flames! “What do you think I wished for?”

“I… have no idea,” his free hand brushed some of your hair out of your face. You were thankful it was dark outside or else he’d be able to see how red your face was, though, he was so close to you he could probably feel your body heat. “Bakugou?”

“Take a wild guess,” he whispered, inches away from your lips.

A wild guess? Oh, your thoughts were running rampant with crazy ideas but you couldn’t focus on just one with his lips so close to yours! You knew what you wanted but Bakugou was too hard to read and goodness! his hands were cupping your face and- and- you took that wild guess!

His lips were warm and he tasted like a mixture of chocolate and spice. Your hands found his jacket and you pulled him closer while you let your lips linger on his. He felt… nice, like unexpectedly soft and you let out a delighted shiver when one of his hands moved to your waist. The kiss was sweet and even though you had accepted that you really liked Bakugou you never expected to feel so right with him like this.

With a squeeze of your hip, he pulled away, eyes still closed and you could see him smiling. It was… cute?? You wanted to kiss him again but you suddenly got nervous and shy again.

“Um… is-is that what you wished for?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. If I told you, it wouldn’t come true.”

“But you just-!” You grabbed his hand, “Bakugou!”

He snickered and intertwined your fingers with yours. “Thanks for the party-“ a deep blush bloomed over his face “-but maybe next weekend we can do something just the two of us.”

Hands still together you placed them back on the railing. “That sounds really nice actually… is that what you wished for?”

He chuckled. “Kiss me again and maybe I’ll tell you.”

He never did tell you what he wished for but you were all too happy to comply with his request.

[facehugr]

Let’s Shelter in Place With a Bad ‘80s SciFi Movie

So uh yeah on Sunday Mar 28 at 1pm Central (UTC -5) I’m gonna host a showing of Slipstream (1989) on TwoSeven.

“But Face,” you ask, “why should I care?”

Well I’m not saying you should. But allow me to note:

From the Director of TRON (Steven Lisberger)

From the Producer of Star Wars: A New Hope

Starring Hudson from Aliens (Bill Paxton)

Also starring Luke Skywalker (Mark Hamill)

Featuring Muldoon the hunter from Jurassic Park (Bob Peck)

Special appearances from Hagrid (Robbie Coltrane), Bagheera (Ben Kingsley), and Grimmel from HTTYD3 (F. Murray Abraham... or if you’re old like me you know him as Mozart’s nemesis Salieri)

With the same Editor as Alien (Terry Rawlings)

A lovable clueless cinnamon-roll Android

Which all just goes to show that even a tray of expensive gourmet snacks can go in one end and a huge turd can come out the other because DID I MENTION IT’S REALLY, REALLY BAD?

It’s basically a highway movie, but post-apocalyptic, and with airplanes instead of cars.

Climate change (ouch) has brought the Jet Stream down to treetop level. Now called the Slipstream, the high-speed wind current circles the Earth and is the only means of transportation. Little communities are scattered along the Slipstream but we’re definitely talking post-technology crash.

Hamill plays a nasty bounty hunter who’s going to turn in his strangely naive captive (Bob Peck). Paxton is the sleazy arms dealer who kidnaps Peck to collect the reward himself. And it’s all accompanied by a soundtrack that can’t decide if it’s classical or 80′s synthpop.

That said, it does have a cult following and there are some things about it that stuck with me. I particularly like Peck’s character -- his innocence and solidity kinda remind me of Samuels from Alien:Isolation.

Come join me and make commentary/riff the movie in the chat.

To join us on Sunday:

Have your tech working and join us at Sun Mar 29 at 1pm Central / 18:00 UTC

You’ll have to sign in to TwoSeven.xyz. 

You can sign in with Google, Facebook, or you can create a login at the site.

I’m sorry about the need for login but I tested a number of different streaming/sharing services and this seemed to be the least horrible. 

You’ll need the special magic link to get into the screening room. HERE’S THE LINK! https://twoseven.xyz/cSKJ7MzCUn 

Hopefully this will work. See you there!

Slipstream -- Sun Mar 29 at 1pm Central / 18:00 UTC (Google Calendar link)

[inkedtae]

enough games ⇾ kth. [M]

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ hard dom!taehyung x bratty!reader (f.)

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ established relationship, idol au, smut, pwp, filth, 18+

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⇾  you’re both playing around, but your games might be more dangerous than you expected.

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ⇾ 4.5k 

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⇾ hard dom!taehyung, massive dicc!taehyung, tattooed!taehyung, sub!reader, bratty!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it to tap it folks), rough sex, sir kink, hand kink, a lil exhibitionism (his mic is still on), degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, bondage, multiple orgasms, reader cums in her lingerie, use of gaming controller, pussy slapping, squirting, spanking, hair-pulling, face-licking, choking, thigh-slapping, thigh-riding, a lil dry-humping, edging, teasing, straight up filth

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ⇾ this is commissioned by @momoriki​ through ChangesWithLuv to raise funds for the Black Lives Matter movement.

► banner by ⇾ @rkivepacks​

► beta’d by ⇾ @moonmintrails​

The bright glow of the TV screen illuminates Taehyung’s concentrated features. That scowl of his draws a pout out of you. He flicks his tattooed thumbs over the controller and mutters his position into the mic. Arms draped around his inked neck, you nuzzle your nose against his cheek. A satin sapphire lingerie set hugs your curves as you roll your hips over his thigh. Every time he misfires, loses his positions, or collapses in combat, he’d use what little time he has while his avatar is recuperating to guide your hips over his flexed thigh. Momentary free hand on your hip, he’d sometimes even pull up the hem of your panties and tighten the fabric against your needy pussy. 

Of course, his generosity only surfaces when you’re behaving. And given the fact that you’ve wiggled your way into that panty and bra set, and squirmed onto his lap by crawling under his arms, without his permission, Taehyung hasn’t been in a very generous mood. Now, every time something doesn’t go according to plan in his video game, your ass gets it - literally. His hand would smack your round cheeks then grope them for good measure.

“Why are you clapping?” You’d hear Jungkook ask through the headset. Face to face with Taehyung, you can hear every single interaction between him and the guys. “We lost, hyung. Stop playing around.”

Taehyung would drag his disappointed gaze on you, glaring down at you as you continued to selfishly get yourself off. “Trust me, guk,” he’d reply, his satoori accent making a reappearance. You’d shudder, knowing full well that the moment his accent surfaces, his patience is all but nonexistent. “Playing around was never part of the plan.”

A droning beep sounds from the screen, signalling another failed mission. Taehyung growls viciously into your ear. Shivers ignite fires in their wake, rushing through your bloodstream and prickling your skin with goosebumps. A moan draws from your lips only to have you whimpering seconds later. No sounds. He was very clear on that when you first settled yourself on his lap. You bite your lip and hope he hasn't heard, or worse. You hope his frien- 

“What the hell was that?” 

Darkening brown eyes fall on you. Clenching his jaw, Taehyung mutters into his mic, “Nothing, hyung.” 

Gripping onto his tattooed shoulder, the one you usually love to trace and pepper kisses all over, you try to prepare yourself for another spanking. Taehyung senses your apprehension, however, and the sudden hesitance in your hips. You’re close. In fact, by the way your hips are jolting and quiet whines are pouring out of your mouth, he knows just how close you are. Holding onto your chin instead of your hips, he scoffs and pushes your cheeks in, puckering your lips like a little fish. 

“I dare you,” he hisses, satoori accent thick. “I dare you to cum without permission.” 

“I swear to God, if you’re talking to (Y/N) right now, I’m gonna egg your house,” Jin threatens as Taehyung’s avatar finally revives. 

You furrow your brows, trying your best to keep your moans at bay. Had it not been for the mic and the fact that you know his friends can hear every single dirty detail, you would’ve let out the loudest moan you could muster, just to get under his skin. Your pussy, wet and dripping, quivers at the tone of his voice, the way that promise hangs over the both of you, challenging you to further push his buttons. There’s nothing you love more than getting on his nerves, testing his patience beyond comprehension. 

A good challenge is what drew the two of you to each other. Taehyung had wagered your phone number over a game of pool at Hobi’s birthday party. You had wagered the Chanel necklace around his neck, claiming it looks better on you. It was a flatout lie, but your indifference towards him brought out this serious, no nonsense side of him throughout the game. You just knew, from his shift in demeanour alone, that he was everything you didn’t even know you were looking for. That Chanel necklace shifts against your collarbone now as you continue to shamelessly roll your hips over his thigh. 

“Ew, Jin. Don’t be fucking gross,” Yoongi mumbles. 

You ignore the argument you’ve technically started between his friends and focus on the hard look in your boyfriend’s eyes. Continuing to move your hips at a fast pace, you silently let him know that you’re going to ignore his authority. He did challenge you to a dare after all. His statement wasn’t technically an order. 

Taehyung seems to pick up on your intentions quickly. He pushes his headphones down, letting them rest on his shoulders, and whispers, “you really wanna try that?” His tone has lost some of its power, voice slightly wavering. Cheeks flushed, he almost looks as though this entire situation is more humiliating for him than it would be for you.

Your clit’s in a frenzy, the friction of his bare thigh against your satin, arousal drenched panties setting the bundle of nerves on fire. Tight hole pulsing at the temptation of release, you decide to commit to the challenge and purposefully exaggerate a high-pitched moan. Taehyung smashes his lips into yours to silence you, but it’s too late. The damage is already done and the guys are going crazy over the headset. Yoongi threatens to sue, Jin orders eggs online and Jungkook supposedly regrets his entire existence. 

Your boyfriend disregards the headphones, throwing them somewhere on the couch. Large hand around your neck, Taehyung pulls you off his lap and onto your feet. A whine escapes you at the loss of contact, your orgasm instantly dissipating, but he couldn’t care less. You’ve played too much, taken this too far. His friends have heard more than they should’ve and if you’re willing to put on this much of a show, then that’s exactly what he’s going to do too. 

He tosses his controller somewhere near the headphones, neither of you care too much to know exactly where, as he, too, rises to his feet. His gaze is unforgiving. It tears down whatever confidence you believe you had in possessing the upperhand. 

“Enough games, slut,” he all but spits. Scanning your frame, he licks his lips and shakes his head. He swallows thickly, adam’s apple bobbing, before saying, “you walk out in this little thing and sit on my lap, so I let you. You’re needy and wanna ride my thigh, so I let you. And maybe if you had asked to cum, like I trained you, I would’ve let you.” He tightens his grip on your neck, brushing his nose against yours as his lips tease another kiss. “But you just had to be the little fucking brat you always are, hmm? You wanna cum, baby?”

You nod instantly. 

Taehyung grabs a handful of your ass with his free hand, grunting, “What the fuck did I say about using your words?” 

“Yes, yes sir,” you rasp against the pressure of his large hand around your neck. 

He smirks. A mischievous look swims in his eyes, hints of lust and greed accompanying it. His gaze flickers to your hair, locking in on the matching satin, blue ribbon that holds the majority of your hair back. He pulls an end undone. Your hair falls as he drags the ribbon’s cool fabric against your skin, moving it down your neck and over your shoulder.

His eyes fall to the Chanel necklace, lips tugging into a wider smile. He looks all too calm, too collected. He acts as though he didn’t just grab your throat with one hand and ass with the other. Leaning down, he places a little kiss over the necklace then up your collarbone. 

Throat free of his hold, you inhale a breathful of his suede cinnamon scent. Your skin prickles with excited goosebumps, reveling in his tender affection yet anxious as to why he’s offering it. You’ve just let a majority of his friends know that the two of you were fooling around while they were in the middle of a game.

You read his expression carefully as he looks up at you again. His hands are off your body now, either end of the ribbon pressed between his fingers. “You play these games,” he starts, thumbing your chin tenderly. “But you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. Then, you act all innocent.” His hands fall on your wrists, pulling them behind your back. Using the long ribbon, he tightly bonds your hands together, then lets his fingers graze the curves of your ass. “And then you think you can get away with it.”

Twisting your hands, you try to fight against the ribbon, to test your ability to move and make your disobedience known. Taehyung shoots you a warning glare, holding your chin once more. “But let me tell you a little secret,” he hisses while brushing his nose against yours. For a second, you’re convinced he’s after another kiss but, instead, he presses his face against your cheek and whispers, “I’m tired of your games, babygirl.” 

His hands come down on your ass, the smack echoing in your living room. You cry out a moan but he pays no mind to you or the sounds you make now. You’ve made it all too obvious to his friends what the two of you are up to. He’s done shying away from it. Grabbing handfuls of your ass, Taehyung pushes your body flush against his. You can feel his throbbing hard cock against your stomach, just as desperate for you as you are for him. He looks down at you with a sinister smile, eyes reflecting only unbounded lust that cannot be held back for any longer. 

Turning you around, Taehyung leads you to the side of the couch then bends you over the armrest. Face shoved into the cushions, you can only just breathe. Taehyung delicately rubs the silk, lace trimmed panties. His silence festers an unusual cross of anticipation and arousal in the pit of your stomach, your heart hammering in your chest as a result. Tugging on the side of the panties, Taehyung hums a growl. You shudder from the sound alone and wiggle your hips. He ignores your attempts to entice him, but still falls prey to the shake of your ass, rolling his clothed hips against it. 

“Tae, just fuck me alrea- Ah!” 

A sharp spank cuts you off, jolting your forward. You’re not sure if he even really heard anything you said. Muffled by the cushions, your words could have easily been lost on him. But he didn’t give you permission to speak, and he sure as hell did not authorize the use of his name. Another smack echoes in the room, drawing another moan out of you. 

As Taehyung rubs the stringing area, calloused hands so soft over your sensitive flesh, you can hear a jumble of voices to your right. Shifting in your position, you press your cheek to the pillow of the couch and look to your right. Fallen between the back of the couch and the cushion lies Taehyung’s headset. The red light flashes, letting you know that it’s still on. Their mixed curses and insults are hard to make out, but you know they’re there. 

Still, you can’t find it in you to care too much when Taehyung pulls your panties to the side and cups your dripping heat. You whine at the contact, lips only inches away from the mic. Taehyung notices the headset and bends over you to push it closer to your face. 

“You want them to hear you, right?” he hisses in your ear. His hand retreats from its place on your clit only to return to it with a new degree of force. He slaps you pussy twice more then growls, “Let’em hear you then, baby. Let’em hear you be the bratty slut you are for me.” 

You gasp out moans from the harsh contact, brows furrowed and eyes searching for a way out of this embarrassment. You didn’t care at first, but with their voices so close and the mic pressed against your lips, you can’t help the wave of humiliation that washes over you. 

Parting your lips, you’re prepared to apologize, to take all this back and beg Taehyung to turn the mic off. However, your groveling is immediately replaced by a loud moan. Returning to his previous position, Taehyung pulls out his hard, red-tipped cock and smears his precum between your folds. Pussy lips pulsing, you fist your hands and try not to squeal a moan into the mic. 

“Suddenly so quiet?” 

His large hand clutches onto your tied ones, holding you in place as he slowly pushes himself in. A string of mewls and whines escape you, the sweet burn of the stretch something you never really get tired of. 

While your shame overtakes you, Taehyung’s is nowhere to be found. He lets out a deep groan, slapping your ass just to grab it. “So fucking tight,” he growls, purposefully raising his voice. 

You summon the courage to beg him to turn the mic off once more, ready to play by his rules when he starts to thrust in and out of you. Sharp and fast, he grips onto the fat of your ass and thrusts unforgivingly into you. Frustrated from the humiliation, you decide to call his bluff and give into your sounds. 

“Big, big, big. S-oo big,” you whine. Unashamed, Taehyung continues his actions. He even chuckles at your words, the desperate tone of your voice and the way it breaks with every one of his thrusts. 

High-pitched moan after high-pitched moan leaves you with each of his hard and fast movements. Skin on skin, every clap of his hips meeting your ass mixed with both of your overly loud groans and whines drowns out every one of his friends’ complaints. 

Knots twisting upon each other in the pit of your stomach, you can’t deny that you’re close. Your pussy gripping his huge length, you make it no secret that you’re ready to release. Your legs are already shaking, and whines turn into desperate squeals, shrieking your pleasure to no end.

“You better ask, babygirl,” he warns, voice satoori thick. 

“Yes, sir,” you spit. Sarcasm drips in your tone, frustration in your voice. He lets it slide, convinced you’d follow orders this time. However, you’re dead set on humiliating him as he did you.

 As you feel your orgasm reaching its edge, you clench tightly around his monster of a cock and cry out, “Taehyung.” 

He gasps, gripping your ass to keep himself steady as you gush all over his length. You want to see the look on his face, but your eyes roll back as you lose yourself in your orgasm. Shuddering uncontrollably, crying out his name over and over again into the mic, you adopt his shameless demeanour. 

Taehyung pulls out, not allowing you the privilege of riding out your orgasm. As you huff out a whine, rubbing your legs together to try to regain your high, he pulls you up by your bounded hands and turns you around. One look and you know you’ve done it now. Jaw set, eyes dark, nose flaring, Taehyung has lost all his patience. You should be worried, but he looks too hot when he's angry. 

Pressing your breasts to his chest, you stand on your toes and steal a quick kiss. He gives in for a second or two before pulling you away by a rough grip on your hair. A little whine escapes you and you chew on your lip, watching his eyes swim with confusion. He knows he should be mad, but you can tell he wants to kiss you again. When you lean in for another, his anger sparks back to life. He holds you steady but the grip on your hair then leads you back on the couch.  

“Sit.”

One word orders. You curse under your breath, averting your gaze to the floor as you take a seat. Taehyung lets a smirk play on his lips as he watches you finally behave. His hand, you finally notice, has been working hard on his cock, pumping himself to the same pace of his thrusts in you. 

Rubbing his foot up your calf, he orders, “Open.” You sit back, ignoring the awkward strain of your wrist behind your back and spread your legs. His eyes devour your sweaty, needy body, undressing what little you have on as he continues to get himself off. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” you finally say. 

He only groans, running a hand through his blue hair. You open your mouth to explain yourself, but all you taste is his cum. Ropes and ropes of thick white fall over your chin, breasts, and mostly between your legs. He mutters your name as he cums to your submissive state and surprised gasps. Illuminated by the blue screen, Taehyung looks like a sex fiend, ready to take over you once more. As he reaches the end of his high, he doesn’t even take a moment to collect himself. Instead, he pulls up to take your seat and sits you down on his lap. 

Taehyung holds your gaze as he pushes your legs open again. He glances down to your crotch, rolling his eyes and laughing to himself as he examines how his cum perfectly accents the wet mark of your panties. The fabric clings to your folds, drenched in your neediness but covered with his. Your scent hits the both of you and does more for Taehyung than you’ve ever seen. His eyes darken, tongue darts out to lick his lip. He looks ready to devour you, but he knows how much you love his mouth. You both know you’re not getting his lips that easy. 

A sigh escapes him as he pushes your panties aside. You spread your legs wider as the cool air of the living room hits your heat. Taehyung notices your eagerness, you know he does, but he doesn’t meet your desperate gaze with a cocky one. In fact, he doesn’t meet your gaze at all. He continues to stare at your pussy, lips pressed tightly together. While still holding your panties aside, Taehyung uses his thumb to gently scoop some of his cum and rub your clit with it. His hands are so big, the action barely puts any strain on him. 

You gaze down at his fingers, whimpering as he gives you exactly what you want. You love his hands, you’ve told him that countless times. The more he gives into you, the more worried you get. You want to question him, but it feels too good. Hips rolling into his hand, you make no effort to hide your neediness and every effort to ignore the gnawing voice in your head that’s reminding you that all this is supposed to be a punishment. 

Moaning wildly, you lean your forehead against his shoulder, kissing the inked patterns. Taehyung smirks down at you, chuckling to himself as he ups his game. Still using one large hand, he holds back your panties, rubs your clit and now pushes up on your upper pussy fat to get a better hold on your most sensitive part. His thumb works faster, harsher. Growling in your ear, his rough dominance makes a reappearance. 

Body trembling, eyes screwed shut, your hips are moving at a pace you’ve never known they could. You’re desperate to chase this orgasm as fast as you could, worried that he might pull back whenever and leave you edged and semi-satisfied. “S-sir? C-an-”

“Cum.”

Your head snaps up as you return to your previous position. Studying his features carefully, you look for any signs of sarcasm as you try to hold your release back. Meeting your gaze, Taehyung deadpans. Your brows furrow, and desperate squeals return. It’s a clear telltale sign of your nearing oragasm. Having enough of his games, you decide you’re going to cum whether he’s bluffing or not. Throwing your head back, you risk falling off his lap as you scream out your pleasure. Your legs quake, body cultivates as your orgasm rushes through you and your pussy gushes around emptiness. Screwing your eyes tight, you tuck your chin into your chest and press your legs together as his thumb continues it’s blissful rounds around your clit. 

Taehyung watches you rile with pleasure, wrapping his free hand behind you to keep you from falling off the couch. Removing his hand from your pussy, Taehyung pushes your legs apart. You think you’ve snagged yourself a quick breather, but when he slaps your thigh, you find yourself further gushing your arousal and your legs jolting in odd fits of tremors.

Huffing, Taehyung wiggles his hand back into your panties. Without much of a warning, he pushes two long fingers in. There’s not a hint of mercy in his movements. His fingers enter and exit your wet, sensitive hole in fast, hard bouts of force. He cares very little for you squealing moans and pleads for a quick break. 

“I thought you wanted to cum?” He asks. The hand that was once keeping you steady slides up your back and around your throat. He holds you in place by the grip on your neck with light but tightening pressure. “So, cum babygirl.” 

Your legs come together once more and you think that at least he’d let go of your throat to push them apart again, but he doesn’t. Taehyung remains unbothered, unfazed by any of your high-pitched begs and squirming body. The only indication of his pleasure is the occasional grunts of satisfaction at your desperate state and the unmistakable semi-hard yet throbbing cock pressing against the side of your knee. 

Creeping up quickly, you can feel your next orgasm around the corner. Tears prick your eyes as you realize that all his generosity has really been a punishment this entire time. His fingers don’t hesitate to move even faster despite the press of your legs around his hand. 

Taehyung brings your face down to his. He’s smirking fondly at you and your conflicted state of desperately needing to cum and ending all this pleasure at once. He presses a gentle kiss upon your lips, then drags his own across your face. His tongue darts out and swipes up and around your cheeks. He wipes away your tears, staining your face with his spit instead. Dragging his wet, warm tongue over your eyes, Taehyung tightens his grip on your throat. Your moans are mostly muffled now, and raspy against his hold. 

Pussy clamming up around his fingers, squeezing tighter around them, you find yourself on the cusp on your second orgasm. All this from just his fingers. He single handedly unraveled you with very little effort but lots of determination. 

You don’t even bother warning him this time as your second round of arousal gushes all over his fingers. He chuckles darkly against your cheek, only igniting your horny nerves in the form of goosebumps and shaking limbs. Pulling his fingers out of you, Taehyung returns your panties to their place and takes to rubbing your clit over the satin, cum stained fabric. 

As you almost slip off his lap, the hand around your throat shoots back to your hips. Taehyung holds you steady through all your orgasm tremors watching as you squirt all over his thigh and the couch. 

“Ah, shit,” he hisses, rolling his hips against your squirming legs. You fight against the ribbon around your wrists, desperate to push his hand away from your pussy, but you don’t accomplish much besides almost falling off him again. 

“P-pl-ease,” you stutter. The bliss is starting to fade into sparks of pain from the nonstop friction he’s providing. You love it, but you can’t ignore the need for a quick rest, a moment to breathe. “Sir, please!”

Taehyung grunts and finally removes his hand from your crotch. You pull your legs up to your chest, frantically heaving for oxygen. Taehyung dips his head in the crook of your neck, attaching his lips to the most sensitive area and sucking away. Though you feel ruined, completely drained and fucked out, you lean into his touch and let him play around some more. 

Gently, Taehyung holds you close and shifts up. His cum drenched hand reaches behind him and he grabs his phone. You furrow your brows, watching his movements carefully. He peeks a look at the device from under your chin, thumbing his way through the apps until he finds the one he’s looking for. The camera opens up in selfie mode. You stare back at yourself in the TV’s blue glow through the dark screen. You know he loves taking pictures of you like this, a quick keepsake for when he’s on tour and missing you. 

Pushing your breast out, you give him a good shot of your confided tits in the blue lingerie. Taehyung smirks against your jawline as he watches you give your best angles to the camera. He takes a few shots with you then brings the camera down to your cum-stained panties, taking a few photos of your wet slick thighs and ruined lingerie. 

When he’s finally done, he tosses the phone a side and sits you down between his legs. Returning to his gaming stance, Taehyung grabs hold of his headset and puts it on. “Shut up, hyung,” he chuckles into the mic. “You’re just jealous that yours isn’t as hot as mine.” 

Your jaw goes slack as he reaches for his controller. You knew they were listening, and knew he didn’t care, but his response still shocks you all the same. Taehyung pushes the mic down as Yoongi curses him in three different languages and whispers, “Spread’em, baby.”

You furrow your brows. Aflush with anger and humiliation, you question through gritted teeth, “why?”

Taehyung scoffs, rolling his eyes. “They’ll get over it,” he mutters with a new degree of arrogance, as if he himself wasn’t so embarrassed by your moans all those moments ago. “I won’t ask you again.”

You huff and spread your legs, hands still tied behind your back. You can feel his hard cock within your grasp, but don’t dare to make a move for it. Not yet, anyways. 

Pushing your panties aside once more, Taehyung shoves the handle of the controller into your pussy. It’s short but thick. And though it does not fill you as well as his fingers, let alone his huge cock, you still gasp a quiet moan. 

“Yeah, just like that,” he whispers into your ear. “Nice and quiet while I finish up the game. Do you think you can manage that now, babygirl?” Voice as thick and sweet as honey, you can’t help but get lost in it’s trance. 

You nod immediately, quietly mumbling, “yes, sir.”

Taehyung smirks as his tattooed hands make themselves comfortable in the awkward position of the controller. You watch in awe as he plays flawlessly, despite the fact that your pussy is gripping on the other half of the handle. And everytime he loses, his avatar disappears, or misfires, the controller would vibrate, sending sudders up and down your pussy. 

“Sir, please,” you sigh, sounding more desperate than when you started. “Enough games.”

“Just one last round,” he chuckles.

note; please do not leave hate towards me or any other readers. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work without my permission.

[theonethatwatchesalotofshows]

My Take on Rory Gilmore's Boyfriends

I've been a part of the Gilmore Girls fandom for a while now and I've seen a big Team Dean vs Jess vs Logan debate going on (although there are maybe only like 10 people who are still team Dean). That's why I decided to analyze all three of Rory's major love interests from the show's original run (I haven't seen the revival). This is going to be a really long meta.

I kind of understand why Dean appealed to Rory at the beginning. He understood her references, came from a cool city and seemed really intersted in her. Rory in the pilot is very young, shy and inexperienced and had probably never had a crush or found out that a boy had a crush on her. Rory and Dean then go on to have a sweet and innocent relationship that looks good on paper. He called her every night, took her on her first dance and her first date, gave her her first kiss and even built her a car. They seem like the perfect couple to Lorelai, Babette, Miss Patty and the rest of the town. However the truth is very different. Dean is obssessive, possessive, jealous, clingy and clearly has some anger managment issues. Nobody on this show spotted all of these red flags though. Everyone acts as if Rory and Dean are the cutest couple. With Dean Rory's the Stars Hollows' golden Rory. The sweet, innocent, good girl. The more I think about it, I don't think Rory actually ever really loved Dean. She was cheating on him constantly. Not physically, apart from that one kiss with Jess on Sookie's wedding, but emotionally. And Dean can see it. On the Dance-A-Thon when Dean finally has enough after a year of flirty banter between Jess and Rory, he yells: "You don't wanna be with me!" Rory says: "Yes, I do!" but it doesn't sound convincing at all. After their third and final breakup Rory doesn't even seem to be sad. Maybe a little bit, but that is because he once again humiliated her by dumping her in public. She gets over it very quickly and has fun with Logan. My guess is Rory never truly loved Dean. She liked the idea of the kind of relationship she could have with Dean. She liked who she is when she's with Dean. She loved the idea, the ideolized version of Dean. But not Dean himself.

Remember how in Cinnamon's Wake (1x05) Lorelai says: "Someday you'll meet a guy and he'll make your head all foggy and you won't know what to do with yourself." Well, Jess is that guy for Rory. Unlike with Dean, Rory was actually in love with Jess. Her feelings for Jess are much more passionate and intense than anything she'd ever felt before. She's never felt this way with Dean. With Jess, Rory stops being Stars Hollows' sweetheart and starts being herself and doing her own things. This is exactly why I love Jess and Rory so much- they can be themselves around each other. Unlike Dean, who wanted Rory to be what he imagined his ideal wife to be like, Jess wants Rory to stay true to herself no matter what. While they were dating, it seemed to me that Rory was missing Dean at times. But after I've given it some thought, I think she was missing the kind of boyfriend Dean was- calling 15 times a night, leaving 20 smothery messages on her answering machine, wanting to spend every waking hour with her and basically having his entire life revolve around her. I rolled my eyes whenever she compared Jess to Dean but then I watched season 6 and she did the same thing with Logan. After he cheated on her on their break she was quick to point out Dean would never do that. She has Dean on a pedestal Lorelai put him on. Lorelai was the one who pushed them together and insisted that he's the one for her. Lorelai was the one that went on and on about what a great boyfriend Dean is. Even the statement: "Dean taught me what safe feels like." couldn't possibly come from Rory's head. Throughout their relationship we see Rory is afraid to tell Dean things, so she couldn't possibly feel safe with him. No, that statement clearly comes from Lorelai's head. Because it's Lorelai who feels safe not Rory. She thinks Dean is the safe option for Rory because he never got her into any trouble or danger unlike Jess (the car crash, skipping school) or Logan (stealing a boat). Of course Rory thinks her mother is always right so she too started believing Dean is a genuinely good guy. But she really truly loves Jess. She loves that they can connect on a deeper level and that he shares her love for books. She loves how sweet and funny he is. Their romance is short due to his inability to communicate, but it's clear he never got over her. It seemed to me that Rory got over him surprisingly quickly, but then I watched 7x02 where Rory finds out Lorelai slept with Chris and yells at her: "When you break up with someone you get an ugly post breakup haircut! You don't sleep with dad!" And that's when I realized that's what Rory's season 4 bob was. Rory truly was heartbroken over Jess. She actually kind of says so in 4x13 when she admits she had been imagining hundreds of different scenarios about them reuniting. She just didn't want to admit it to Lorelai and to town. Because they had been saying so all along. Jess is bad and he'll break your heart. So she put on a brave face to prove them wrong.

I've met a few Logans in my life and I do not find them charming at all. Similarly, I didn't like Logan the first time he appeared on screen. And I could see that neither did Rory. However as she started to warm up to him, so did I. He's more than just an immature, spoiled brat that throws his daddy's money around. He turned out to be a great boyfriend to Rory. He was sweet, considerate and supportive. It's actually the opposite of Jess who I love as a chacter but turned out not to be a very good boyfriend. Logan brings Rory out of her comfort zone and makes her a much braver and adventurous person. Their love started as a meaningless fling but turned into a beautiful and mature relationship that lasted three years. They even made long distance work. However, he was also a bad influence on her. With Logan Rory broke into broke into the school cafeteria at night and stole cereal and ice cream in the name of 'fun', stole a boat (yes it was her idea but he didn't do much to talk her out of it) and dropped out of Yale. Logan even stole from her grandparents and she just shrugged it off and let an innocent maid get fired for it. It a way, Logan brought out the worst in Rory. Some might argue that he's the only one who gives her autonomy and lets her make her own mistakes which is great but he also made her more spoiled. She spent months not doing anything but planning parties for the DAR, drinking and partying and he supported her in it. After Jess talked some sense into her she told Logan that she's unhappy with her lifestyle that consists entirely of partying and he just yelled at her and then went off to sleep with his sister's bridesmaids. Honestly, that was the point when she should have dumped him and taken Jess back but she didn't do that because her feelings for Jess were already gone. He broke her trust when he left town without saying goodbye. So now she's in love with Logan. The more I think about it, she probably loved him much more than she ever loved Jess. She was willing to give him a second chance and they lasted much longer. It must have really hurt her when he broke up with her when she chose herself and her carreer but I think she chose right. I actually really liked the ending because Rory went into the world as a strong and independent woman, just like her mom. I like that we didn't get a tradition Hollywood ending like "I got off the plane!" but rather a feminist one.

[darling-cas]

All Is Well: Chaorene

TOG/ACOTAR Christmas Fic Co-written with @paperbacktrash

Summary: Chaol isn’t a fan of the holidays whatsoever. Therefore it’s up to Yrene to try and show him the magic of the season. MODERN AU

Note: Becca girl, can I just say, if you picked anyone other then Chaorene I would have been shocked, LOL! But seriously, it was such an honour to work with you. I can’t believe, after fangirling for hours when we first started talking, that we actually got to write a one-shot together! What is this?! Thank you thank you thank you. You are such a doll and I would work with you again in an instant. Love you tons, XX

All Is Well Masterlist

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If there was one thing Chaol Westfall hated more than the holiday season it was crowded places.

The Christmas market was bustling with shoppers and drunk revelers. Children were running around, squealing as their parents tried to reel them in, threats that Santa is watching flying from their lips.

The chilled winter air bit at Chaols face as he watched the chaos around him.

Smells of roasting chestnuts and cinnamon floated to his nose. Chiming bells mixed with faint Christmas music and laughter filled the air around them. Yrene, who walked next to him, hand locked tightly in his, was in her glee. Chaol could tell by the way her eyes lit up and the ever present smile that graced her lips. The sight alone warmed his heart, not the Christmas cheer around them.

As much as he hated the forced happiness that surrounded him he would pretend to enjoy it. He would do anything to see that joyous light in those beautiful golden eyes. He would force a smile, fake a laugh, pretend to feel the “magic in the air”, just for her.

Yrene loved this time of year. She loved to see strangers pleasantly smiling to one another, offering good wishes for the holidays. It reminded her of time spent with her family, back when she was a little girl. Therefore, despite his own hateful feelings about the holidays, Chaol would pretend to be joyful all season long. Just for Yrene, for the women he loved. Just to make her happy.

Even if she didn’t believe him for one moment.

“That smile is so fake it looks painful.”

“I’m trying" he replied, attempting to make his smile a little more genuine.

“Seriously,” she glanced up at him, eyes sparkling. “I think you’re scaring the kids.”

Chaol chuckled, a poof of air floating in front of him. He didn’t comment as he brought an arm to rest around Yrene’s shoulders, pulling her closer.

“I know you aren’t a fan of the holidays,” she spoke up after a moment. “But you’re honestly going to tell me that all the Christmas smells and music aren’t making you feel anything?”

“The music is the worst part,” he squeezed her a little bit tighter. “I could get used to this though.”

“Mhmm,” Yrene came to a stop in front of a booth selling Christmas candles. She took her time smelling them as Chaol stood with his hands in his pockets. Clearly, she didn’t believe him.

“It’s not just the music. Or the smells,” Chaol said in an attempt to make her see he wasn’t a completely Scrooge. Even if he was. “I’m not a fan of the holiday crowds.”

“You’re not a fan of anything lately.” Yrene didn’t so much as glance his way, placing a candle back on the table.

A sly smile formed on Chaol’s face. He stepped up behind Yrene, bringing his lips close to her ears. “I’m a fan of you.”

Her cheeks heated despite herself. Purposefully ignoring him, she returned to the candles.

“There must be something you like about Christmas?” Her voice sounded exasperated.

Chaol thought of a moment, digging through his memories to see if there truly was anything he liked about Christmas. But he came up short. It wasn’t like his father went out of his way to make Christmas enjoyable as Chaol was growing up. At a young age, he realized that there really was no magic around Christmas time.

“I’m sorry.”

The words ebbed any anger Yrene was feeling. There was a deep sadness in those two words she wished she could heal.

Yrene put down the candle in her hand. Turning around, her golden eyes shined with love and promise as they locked with Chaol’s, her arms snaking around his neck.

“I vow to you Chaol, when I’m done you’re going to love this holiday more than I do.”

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Yrene really had gone overboard. Every surface was covered in tinsel, baubles and other knickknacks she had planned to decorate with. To Chaol the scene looked more like a horror story. Garland, small twinkling lights, wreaths - why did she have so many wreaths? Was she putting one on every damn door? - had taken over the living area. Everywhere Chaol turned, all he saw was Christmas decorations.

But today, right now, Yrene’s main focus was on the tree.

She sang senseless songs about snow and joy as she merrily went about her work, blissfully unaware of Chaol’s worsening mood. Even their gold couch was overflowing with sparkling shiny things.

Seeing Yrene so happy, so relaxed, it was a sight Chaol lived for. Something he hoped to see each and every day. Seeing her so content was what brought Chaol joy. But in that moment, Chaol couldn’t get past the fact that his home now looked like Santa’s workshop to even try and hide the look of annoyance on his face.

“Instead of standing there and scowling you could help you know.”

With as much Christmas cheer as he could muster, Chaol set about untangling the ridiculous lights. He could do this, he would do this for her.

Yrene watched him, face sullen as his fingers working the mass of cables. Her heart ached to think that at such a young age the magic of Christmas had been eradicated from his life. She wracked her brain trying to think of a way to make this holiday mean something to him.

“Do you want to help decorate the tree? I’ll let you put the angel on top?”

Chaol, in fact, did not want to decorate the tree, but he obliged Yrene anyway. If only to keep that breathtaking smile on her face.

Grouchily he set about placing all of the ridiculous little knick-knacks on the tree. Despite his best effort Yrene still followed behind him rearranging his work.

“Why have you asked me to help if you just change everything?” He huffed at her.

“Because it looks like you don’t care.”

The haughty tone in her voice made Chaol bristle slightly. She was right though, he didn’t care. He watched as her fingers deftly and artistically placed each bauble in its place. A pang of sadness overcame him, he was ruining this for her he realized.

With a sigh Chaol went back to the tree, carefully placing bits and bobs in symmetrical correlation to Yrene’s decorations. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a smile spread across her face. A part of him, an incredibly small part of him, warmed to this stupid holiday. He couldn’t truly hate something that made that look shine on her.

Chaol hadn’t realized but he had been smiling too.

“Enjoying yourself?” Yrene asked playfully.

“I’m enjoying being with you.” He admitted.

Yrene bridged the small distance between them, lacing her arms around his back. She looked up to him, those golden eyes sparkling with love and humour.

“Thank you,” she began. “For indulging me in this.”

The sincerity made his heart swell. He would do anything for this woman. Anything.

“You said I could put the angel on top?”

She laughed, the sound like wind chimes. She retrieved the old angel, an antique Chaol realized, and put it in his hands. With great care, he placed it on the top of the tree and took a step back to admire his work. Yrene turned the lights and the tree lit up. It looked festively beautiful.

Yrene beamed at him as she placed her arms around his waist, her head nestling into his chest.

If this is what the holidays could give him, he wondered if you could grow to love them after all.

Until there was a noisy spark and the small fairy lights went out entirely.

Yrene let out a low sigh.

“I guess you’re going to have to check every light to see which one broke.”

“Wait, what?” Chaol’s voice was incredulous.

Every single light, he thought as Yrene left the room, a faint chuckle drifting from her.

This holiday was certainly more hassle than it was worth.

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Chaol stood in the kitchen, every inch of the place, of him, covered in flour. Surveying the mess he remembered why he hated this time of year. It was an excessive amount of fuss. energy and money for something that lasted for only a few days.

Singing merrily, Yrene threw dough around the countertops, clouds of flour puffed up with every flick of her wrist. No thought for the chaos she was inflicting on their innocent kitchen. Of course, it had been her idea to make a gingerbread house. She had told him it would be fun, however she didn’t say it would take them a month to clean the kitchen.

“I don’t even know if I like gingerbread.” He told her pointedly.

“Another reason we’re doing this,” even covered in flour her smile was dazzling. “You were clearly deprived has a child and have no clue about what you’ve missed out on.”

He couldn’t argue with her. His parents had never taken time to do anything with him that could have been considered frivolous. For a moment he wondered what her childhood must have been like but an obnoxious beeping pulled him from his revery.

With more excitement that he had ever witnessed, Yrene ran to the oven. The overwhelming scent of ginger wafted toward him and his nose crinkled at the invasion. Yet he couldn’t help but be warmed by the pride that was emanating from Yrene.

“It’s perfect.” She announced.

“You’re perfect.” Chaol breathed.

Yrene rolled her eyes at him and went back to examining her baking. Once the initial stench of ginger had subsided Chaol had to admit that the smell was quite pleasant, delicious even.

He reached out to break a piece of the gingerbread off and Yrene smacked the back of his hand dramatically with a rolling pin.

“That’s the wall.” She warned.

“I thought it was for eating.”

“Yes, once it’s assembled.” She said voice sounded exasperated.

Chaol couldn’t understand this tradition. Why would somebody want to build a house out of food just to eat it once it was finished?

“And what’s the purpose of this?” He was genuinely confused now.

“To create something together.” She replied as if the answer were obvious. “Now come and help me assemble it.”

Not having a clue as to what he was supposed to do, Chaol fumbled around trying to stick chunks of fragile gingerbread together with icing. He had become so accustomed to being good at things that he was growing impatient with the tedious task. It had taken several broken pieces and some colourful language from him before Yrene intervened. He stared at her gentle and calm hands as they swiftly fixed everything he had destroyed. He admired the beauty in her movements, the sureness of her. She was elegant and graceful and undeniably exquisite.

“If you’re just going to watch me the least you could do is help clear this mess up.” She waved at the havoc she had singlehandedly wreaked on their kitchen.

Without saying anything Chaol started washing the surfaces, growing frustrated as Yrene made more mess around her. Her curls bounced joyously as her head bobbed in time with her tuneless singing. Whilst it filled him with happiness to see her so at ease and content, he didn’t understand why she couldn’t be happy and tidy.

“Done.” Yrene had announced after a while.

Chaol was speechless. She had made a replica of their home, every detail decorated on with frosting and candy. It was spectacular, the intricacy of it was flawless.

“How?” He asked, the mess of the kitchen fading from his thoughts.

“Practice.” She said smugly.

His eyes trailed from her back to the house. It really was incredible.

“You can eat it now.”

Why would he want to eat this? She had spent so long creating it, and it was art, not food. Once again Chaol was utterly baffled by this tradition. Why would somebody create something like this just for it to be consumed moments later?

Yrene walked to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He stared down into those fixating golden eyes. She placed a soft kiss on his lips before going back to her perfect sculpture, snapping a piece off and ruining it.

Chaol looked at her, eyes wide as he watched her pop the gingerbread into her mouth. Barbaric. This holiday is barbaric he thought.

“That’s it? We build this house only to eat it?

Yrene rolled her eyes, pop another piece of gingerbread in her mouth. “Yes, Chaol. It’s called having fun. I assume you know what fun is.”

“Oh I do,” Chaol took a step closer to Yrene, placing his hands on her hips. A squeal of laughter flew past her lips as he lifted her onto the counter, right next to the gingerbread house.

“I just think my definition of fun is a bit different than yours,” he mumbled before pressing his lips firmly against hers.

“I’m listening,” Yrene whispered against his lips.

A small growl escaped Chaol as he deepened the kiss. Laying her further back on the counter, the two crushed their gingerbread house entirely.  

——————–

Chaol let out a heavy sigh, closing the front door behind him. He kicked off his wet boots, shaking the snow out of his hair as he made his way down the hallway.

He had spent the morning at the market, trying to find the perfect gift for Yrene for Christmas. But he had no luck, which was beyond frustrating, and with Christmas approaching very quickly he was running out of time.

With another sigh, Chaol ran his hand through his damp hair. He was just a few steps away from the kitchen when he noticed it for the first time, the jolly tune and dainty bells filling the air that could only be Christmas music.

He couldn’t help the irritation that started to grow within. He loved Yrene, he loved her with all his heart, and he truly was trying to make this holiday season as enjoyable for her as possible. Even if he hated every minute of it. But the closer they actually got to Christmas, the more easily annoyed Chaol got.

The shopping, the decorating, the baking and the music, it was all too much.

Chaol closed his eyes, walking around the corner into the kitchen. He threw his keys on the counter, maybe a bit too forcefully. And as the song changed from a jazzy Christmas tune to something slower, Chaol turned towards the sitting room. He was just about to tell Yrene to turn it off, that he couldn’t take it anymore, but the words faded on his lips.

Sitting on the floor, surrounded by different colored wrapping paper, bows, stickers, twine, robbins and more, was Yrene. Her rich brown hair was pulled back in its typical half-up style, golden eyes on the gift she was currently wrapping. She was humming along softly to the music, too consumed by her work to notice he was there.

Chaol took her in, from her fuzzy knee-high socks, passed her baggy sweater, up to the Christmas headband in her hair, and he swore his heart stopped completely.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever beheld with his eyes. And as the Christmas lights caught the gold in her hair, he realized what a complete and utter ass he was.

He thought back on these past few days, these past few weeks. He thought of everything Yrene had done to make him enjoy the holiday season, how much she tried to get him to see the magic of this time of year. When they were walking through the market, decorating the tree, baking cookies, in those moments Chaol allowed himself to have the tiniest bit of fun. But by the next day, his sour mood was back.

And Yrene put up with it, all of it, never once complaining.

He couldn’t change his horrible past, but the amazingly beautiful and fierce woman in front of him was doing everything in her power to make him enjoy his future. Their future. And he had acted like a child.

Like he said, a complete and utter ass.

The soft Christmas music continued to play as Chaol walked into the sitting room. Yrene lifted her honey gaze, a breathtaking smile appearing on her lips as she met his gaze.

“Hey,” she said, her eyes falling back to the gift she was wrapping. “I didn’t hear you come in. How was the market?”

Chaol didn’t answer, didn’t respond as he held his hand out for her.

“Dance with me.”

Yrene looked up at her, confusion on her face. “What?”

“Dance with me.” He repeated, voice rough as he spoke.

Yrene’s gaze traveled from his outstretched hand to his face. A beat of silence passed by before she put down the scissors was she holding, placing her hand in his.

Chaol helped her to her feet before pulling her into his arms. He held her close, breathing in her scent as she rested her cheek on his chest. Her hair tickled his chin as he closed his eyes, Christmas music washing over him.

“Thank you,” he breathed after a moment of silence.

Yrene pulled back slightly, enough so she could look up at his face.

“For what?” She asked, her voice equally as soft.

Chaol gave her a lopsided smile. “For just being you.”

The most stunning smile pulled on Yrene’s lips. She stood on her tiptoes, placing the most loving kiss on Chaol’s lips.

“I love you,” she mumbled into his lips before pulling back. “No matter what.”

Chaol hugged her closer, placing his own kiss on her forehead. “No matter the oceans, or mountains, or forests in the way.”

Yrene wrapped her arms tighter around Chaol’s waist, resting her head right above his beating heart.

And as the Christmas music continued to play, as they swayed back and forth, tightly wrapped in each other’s arms, Chaol realized as long as he had Yrene with him, he could possibly, actually learn to love the holidays once more. Because here, with her, he was home.

[yehet-me-up]

VIXX as Boyfriends

N/Cha Hakyeon

Look at him pretending to be all innocent 😂 N would be such a sweet, caring, and romantic boyfriend. He’ll buy you a bouquet of roses and surprise you with it, just to watch the delighted smile on your face. He’ll spend hours cooking you dinner, complete with candles lit on the table, worrying about getting every detail just right.

He’ll love sitting on the couch with you, watching a movie after a long day; your feet in his lap, his hands lazily running up and down your legs. He’ll pull you to him, hands on either side of your face, giving you a dramatic smacking kiss each morning before you both leave for the day, grinning like he's won the lottery. He’s the type to text you cute love notes or send you cute snaps during the day, just to cheer you up and let you know he’s thinking about you.

You’re totally the parents of the group, nagging and making sure everyone is taken care of. He’ll easily go from everyone’s mom, making sure they eat and get lots of sleep, to “call me daddy” Hakyeon in under a second 😏. Especially when he dances, good lord this man knows what he’s doing to you, let’s be real. Will smirk and go extra hard on all the choreo if you’re in the audience.

You feel like home to him, so whether it’s been two weeks or three hours since you last saw each other he’ll wrap you up in his arms and kiss you deeply, not wasting a second on teasing or fooling around. One arm around your waist, the other along your neck, cupping the back of your head, tilting you up toward him. He’ll pull away for a second to look you in they eye, sliding his thumb across your cheek softly. “I love you so much,” he says reverently, before kissing you with renewed focus. ugh I cry.

His kisses are firm and steady; he hums his approval as you slide into that perfect rhythm that you always manage to find together, your lips joining and pulling apart over and over like they were meant for each other. He’s completely in tune with your needs and will never tire of kissing you, always wanting to make sure you’ve completely had your fill before he presses forward to something more. 

He’s also content to spend a whole morning just kissing you. You sitting on his bed, in your PJs, your knees on either side of him, holding his face gently, pressing light kisses against his lips - that's his idea of heaven. Sunlight streaming in, music softly playing; he loves nothing more than getting lost in you for hours at a time.

Leo/Jung Taekwoon

This leggy ball of fluff! Most of the time he’ll be the cutest, most thoughtful boyfriend ever. He won’t be super talkative around other people unless he knows them well, but he’ll always be next to you, holding your hand or having you sit on his lap. Loves little texts or notes from you; knowing your feelings gives him the permission to tell you how much he feels for you in return. 

If you’re having a bad day he’ll stop by the store and pick up all your favorite foods and your favorite movie. Won’t even tell you about it or brag, he’ll do it quietly, instinctively wanting to take care of you. He’ll come in, pull you into a hug and be like, “Why don’t you go take a bath, I’ll cook dinner and then we can watch a movie?” And you nod against his chest, his arms running up and down your back, wondering how you found the most caring man ever. 

You’re that chic, put together couple that everyone finds intimidating the first time they meet you - until you both burst out laughing at something silly, faces lighting up, and they realize that you’re both total marshmallows underneath. Especially around his nephew - good lord, this man would be a complete mushy mess whenever his nephew smiles at or hugs you.

You’re both experts at reading the other’s expressions, not needing words to communicate most of the time. You've become fluent in reading his head tilts, eyebrow raises, and little smiles. While you’re not the most demonstrative couple, you have a love that runs deep beneath the surface. 

He’s never more open and honest than he is in his lyrics; anytime he shows you a new song you mentally prepare yourself to either start crying at how sweet it is or to want to jump his bones because it’s so sexy.

Won’t make a big production out of it if he’s in the mood, he’s more the quiet and stealthy type. Pulling you into the shower with him early in the morning. Leaning down to whisper in your ear if you’re out with friends, quietly suggesting that you head home for an early night, giving you a wink. 

Or you’ll be reading on the couch together and he’ll nudge you with his knee, nodding his head toward the bedroom, smiling like a cat so you can’t miss his meaning. He’ll be attentive, passionate, intense; and once he gets over his shyness with you, you’ll never be unsatisfied in the bedroom.

Ken/Lee Jaehwan

ugh my baby Such a sweetheart, I can’t even. Kisses, non-stop kisses. Forehead, cheeks, lips, your hands, like - any part of you he can reach, kisses your ankle if your feet are in his lap. Very physically affectionate. Snuggles, anywhere and everywhere. Back hugs, resting his head on your shoulder while you’re out with the group. Cannot go more than ten minutes without holding your hand.

If he gets depressed or anxious he’ll just come over and put his head in your lap, pouting. Wants you to reassure him how amazing he is, run your fingers through his hair, and give him lots of hugs. Might try to keep to himself when he’s feeling down, but lasts all of like, four seconds, before he calls you and tells you what’s wrong, asking you to come over.

SO MUCH AEGYO. Leaves little drawings hidden in your jacket, your purse, on your fridge. Blows you kisses on stage. Does cute voices if you’re feeling under the weather to make you smile. Will immediately text you photos of any animal he sees and demands that you do the same. Calls you every single sweet nickname he can think of.

Wants to be out doing things. Going to the arcade, laughing hysterically while you battle each other at the games. Playing hide and seek in the grocery store. Getting dinner at a drive in, making the waitress laugh as you throw french fries at each other and sing along loudly to the radio. No matter where you go together you have fun - the DMV, the bank, just cooking dinner - no occasion is too small to be special between you two.

The moodmakers of the group for sure. Everyone feeling down? Here you two come - twerking, making silly faces, cracking jokes. Always there to cheer up your friends, but you’re also great at listening and being supportive. 

Will call and sing to you any time you’re apart, getting really close up to the camera, “see baby, it’s like I’m right there with you!” Brings you stuffed animals, keychains, magnets, little things to remind you of him. Always leaves behind his sweatshirt so you can wrap yourself up in it when you’re missing him.

Makes the worst puns ever when he wants to get you in bed. “Do you have a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them,” he says cracking up while he slides his hands into your back pockets. The most fun person ever in the bedroom, always making you laugh in between kisses. And good lord, this man will try anything once, so get ready to experiment!

Ravi/Kim Wonshik

Ravehhhh! Life with him isn’t boring, that’s for sure. He’ll call you up at two in the morning to go and get doughnuts from an all-night grocery store. You’ll be in the back seat of his car, sitting on his lap, laughing and feeding each other bites in between kisses. Pretty quiet in the group, leaning against each other in the back, his hand playing with yours as you laugh at Ken and Hyuk’s antics.

You spend hours on facetime with him, sometimes when you’re only a few cities apart, sometimes from across the world. His handsome face bobbing in and out of the frame as he excitedly tells you about his day, showing you the places he’s seeing, promising that in the future you’ll come back together.

It’s hard on you both when he’s away, and more than once you’ve called him up, telling him that you miss him and asking him to sing you to sleep with his low, melodic voice. He always obliges, saying that he wishes he was there holding you in person. 

But you see each other as often as possible, spending countless days and nights at your apartment, reading while he writes lyrics, playing with his adorable dog, or just dancing around together to whatever song’s on the radio.

When it comes to intimacy, this is where Wonshik turns into Ravi - coming in hot and heavy; nipping at your lips, your neck, your thighs, any part of you he can reach. He’ll take you any way he can get you too. On the table, against a wall, in the shower; he’ll even talk you into quickies in the car on long road trips, when neither of you can wait the few hours until you reach the hotel. 

He’ll tease you relentlessly, sliding his fingers from your knee up to your thigh and under your skirt when you’re at a big group dinner. He’ll send you racy text messages stating exactly what he wants to do to your body the next time he sees you, making you blush at your phone in the middle of work or at the grocery store. 

He’ll never miss a chance to touch you, his arm permanently around you when you’re out together. He’ll press up against you from behind while you cook, fingers playing with the edge of your shirt, leaning down to mark your shoulder with a hickey until you can’t take it anymore and chase him around the apartment, laughing hysterically. 

Hongbin/Lee Hongbin

This precious cinnamon roll! Textbook adoring boyfriend. He loves to take you out on the town, dressed to the nines. He’ll be a perfect gentleman, holding the door for you, never checking his phone, insisting on walking you to your door. Super positive, the biggest supporter of anything you do, will buy balloons and champagne to celebrate at any opportunity. 

Constantly tells you how beautiful you are, whether you’re wearing a floor-length dress or your PJs on a Saturday morning. Grins like he just won a million dollars any time you visit him on set or at a concert. Loves to create little special romantic moments for you, like dragging you outside into the rain just so he can kiss you under it.

He’s also a teasing little shit sometimes. If you beat him at video games, lord help you. He’ll sneak up behind you and pick you up by the waist, spinning you around until you’re begging for mercy. 

Meme couple to the max, known for your hilarious and sassy expressions. Will only do aegyo for you and jokingly threatens to kill you if you tell anyone about it. Will proudly high five you any time you roast one of the boys with a savage comeback. Knows how much his stage presents turns you on and will amp up the hip thrusts any time you’re in the audience, just to torture you.

He loves to sit with his back against the couch, watching movies with you snuggled between his legs. Hands wrapped around your waist, head resting on top of yours, he’ll be sighing happily. But before the movie has reached the ten minute mark he’s playing with your hair, trailing kisses down your neck and shoulder, trying his best to distract you. 

Does anything he can to get you to break your stubborn attention on the screen. He’ll try tickling you, using that deep voice of his, before eventually just pulling you up onto the couch and kissing the daylights out of you until you forget all about the movie.

Hyuk/Han Sanghyuk

OMG this squish. He’s such a little kid when he’s in love! Very sweet and caring most of time, but occasionally turns into the most annoying/teasing/devil of a boyfriend ever.

Will throw you over his shoulder, spinning you around, you smacking him in the butt, laughing to be put down. Playing endless pranks on each other. Water balloon fights, chasing each other aroung the yard. 

Coming up with the most outrageous nicknames for each other to annoy the rest of the group. “I love you gummy bear.” “No, I love YOU honey crisp.” “NO, I love you, bumble bee.” “Guys, will you shut up!” 

Surprising him at concerts, watching his eyes light up as he runs over to give you a big bear hug after. “How did I do, babe? Sexy right?!” “Yes Hyukkie, very sexy.”

Everyone in the group calls you their kids no matter how old you get. When you all go to the beach you and Hyuk are the first in the water, running in together, dunking and splashing each other. N looks at the rest of the boys in alarm - “Wait, did anyone remember to make sure the kids are wearing sunscreen?!” 

Falling asleep on long plane rides or car trips, your head on his shoulder, his arm around you, both snoring softly. “Aww, aren’t the kids cute?” N and Ken insisting on taking photos of you two before big events, posing you like prom photos, talking about how good you look together. 

Surprise kisses are his favorite way to initiate sexy times with you. You’ll be sitting on his lap, reading or talking, when he suddenly grabs you and starts kissing you all over your face, making you giggle. “Gah, baby, what are you doing to me?” Then he flips you over onto the bed and looks at you with his eyebrows raised before dipping down to kiss along your jaw, pulling one of your legs over his hips. You laugh and say “Ohhh, I see,” sliding your hands under his shirt, pulling him up to kiss you full on the mouth.

[writing-iguess]

Feel (Davey x reader)

note: this! is! so! late! and i apologize! but i really like this one and i hop e you do too! also more Davey, because im an actual slut for David Jacobs.

WC: 810

“Jack, do you think this is enough food? There are going to be, like, a thousand teenagers here tonight.”

“There aren't that many of us. Just Davey, Kath, Race, Romeo, Elmer, Specs, Albert, the twins and us. “

“Jack, that's eleven people already. What if people bring guests? What if we run out of drinks? I only got so many.”

“Stop worrying, (name). I already told everybody to bring something. Kath is bringing extra drinks. It's going to be fun. Do you need a drink before the party even starts?”

“Shut up, Jack. I do not nee-”

A pounding was heard on the door. Before you could get to the entryway, a sandy haired boy with piercing blue eyes walked in with a box of assorted snacks.

You rolled your eyes at his entrance. “Hello, Race. I’m so glad you could make it. Come on in.” you welcomed him sarcastically.

“Anything for you, sweetheart. I know you need somebody for your midnight kiss.” Race gave his signature smirk and winked playfully.

You took the snacks from him and directed him to the couch, where you had turned on Bob's Burgers earlier as a source of background noise.

Not too soon after, there was another knock at the door. But this one was soft and patient. You jumped up from your seat, a smile on your face, to let in for a certain David Jacobs. When you opened the door, you caught sight of the nervous looking boy, straightening out the blue sweater he wore. His eyes lit up when he looked up and saw you.

“(name).” Davey smiled, breathlessly. Though you were clueless, Davey’s massive crush on you was no secret among the other boys. Even now, you were entirely oblivious to the snickers from the kitchen.

“Hi, Davey.” you grinned back, stepping aside to let him through. You caught his alluring scent of cinnamon as he strolled past you. He set the box of cookies and brownies he had been holding on the coffee table behind you.

…….

As the evening turned into night, everybody slowly arrived, first Katherine, then Elmer, Romeo and Albert, until, finally, all were present.

…….

The room was lively, full of laughter and smiles. You sat on the floor between Katherine and Mike, talking about who knows what anymore.

You threw your head back, laughing at something Race had yelled across the room at Albert, when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Behind you was Jack, smiling innocently. “Hello, dear, sweet friend of mine…” he trailed off.

“Can I help you, oh, darling Jack Kelly?” you trailed off, just as sweetly.

“Would you mind sitting over by Davey, so I can sit with my lovely girlfriend as the clock strikes midnight?” he pointed in the directions of Davey and the clock on the wall as he spoke. The clock read 11:57.

Groaning, you got up slowly and glared jokingly at the boy in front of you. “You're lucky I like you, Kelly.”

“Thank you, (name).”

11:58

You strolled over to the tall boy and sat by him on the couch. He looked over and, although his smile was polite, his eyes lit up at the sight of you. (This boy is smitten.)

“Hi there.” you grinned at him.

“Hi...shouldn't you be over by Race? It's almost midnight. He hasn't stopped raving all night about you needing a somebody to kiss at midnight.”

“I'm fine right where I am, thank you very much. And plus, Race is not my type.”

11:59

“Oh, and what is your type then?”

“Oh, you know, tall, dark hair, loves to read, probably a Ravenclaw…”

Five

“Incredibly sweet…” wait a second

Four

“Smart…” why haven't I noticed before

Three

“Handsome…” it's him

Two

“Somebody like you.”

One

To anybody else in the room, a loud chorus of “Happy New Year!” could be heard followed by equally loud cheering. But you heard nothing. You saw nothing. But you felt everything.

You felt Davey’s slightly dried hands on your cheek and neck. Felt his eyelashes flutter against your own. Felt his forehead slightly knock yours. Felt his lips on yours, soft and gentle at first, like he didn't want to hurt you, then harder and more passionate.

You became intoxicated off of his smell alone. The cinnamon mixed with his minty toothpaste and singular beer on his breath became your favorite scent in that moment.

However, you soon also began to feel eyes on the two of you as you began to run it of breath. Reluctantly, and much to your dismay, Davey pulled away slowly, leaving just your foreheads to rest on each other.

After a brief moment of silence, the group surrounding you began to woop and cheer and tease the two of you.

But you didn't care.

You just never wanted this feeling to end.

[melodrcmas]

hi babes !! i thought i’d start this up by posting a not-so-tiny lil list of wanted ships/plots/ faces/etc, etc, but i’m always open for suggestions and probably forgot to add a bunch anyways !!  if you see anything at all that interests you, feel free to send me a message, or like this and i’ll im you !

faces i would like to play (bolded are most wanted):

CAMILA QUEIROZ

BRUNA MARQUEZINE

MARINA RUY BARBOSA

ISIS VALVERDE

matthew daddario

CAMILA MENDES

TYLER POSEY

LINDSEY MORGAN

LISA TEIGE

MADISON MCLAUGHLIN

EIZA GONZÁLEZ

ZOE KRAVITZ

danielle campbell

laura harrier

liana liberato

NORMANI KORDEI

NOAH CENTINEO

EMERAUDE TOUBIA

ALBERTO ROSENDE

JANELLE MONÁE

SANTIAGO SEGURA

elodie yung

MEGHAN MARKLE

dove cameron

MELISSA FUMERO

BOB MORLEY

sofia carson

paulina singer

katie stevens

aisha dee

MEGHANN FAHY

karla souza

WILLA FITZGERALD

MARLON LANGELAND

ZOEY DEUTCH

IMAN MESKINI

gigi hadid

rami malek

gabriella wilde

madison davenport

JENNA DEWAN TATUM

PARIS BERELC

SOPHIE TURNER

CINDY KIMBERLY

AIMEE CARRERO

VAL MERCADO

gina rodriguez

halston sage

scarlett leithold

chantel jeffries

bianca santos

faces i would like to play against (bolded are most wanted):

DOVE CAMERON

THOMAS HAYES

MARLON LANGELAND

HERMAN TØMMERAAS

ALFRED ENOCH

ROSS BUTLER

KJ APA

SHAWN MENDES

ALBERTO ROSENDE

SAM CLAFLIN

AMBER HEARD

CENGIZ AL

AVAN JOGIA

lily collins

xavier serrano

dacre montgomery

joe keery

charles melton

CARLSON YOUNG

DJ COTRONA

neymar jr

jordan calloway

zendaya

tom holland

camila queiroz

JUSTIN BALDONI

JORDAN FISHER

josefine frida pettersen

ulrikke falch

AJA NAOMI KING

LAUREN JAUREGUI

CHRIS EVANS

ALBERTO ROSENDE

rami malek

danielle campbell

LAURA HARRIER

BARBIE FERREIRA

KEIYNAN LONSDALE

maia mitchell

ansel elgort

jeremy irvine

ashleigh murray

dua lipa

MADELEINE PETSCH

KEITH POWERS

FRANCISCO LACHOWSKI

IVANA BAQUERO

victoria justice

rahul kohli

michael b. jordan

KELSEY CHOW

MAX IRONS

fandoms i would like to play in:

harry potter

game of thrones/asoiaf

percy jackson/heroes of olympus

the night circus

marvel comics

dc comics

disney

ships i would like (bolded is the character i’d play):

peter parker/MARY JANE WATSON (spider-man/marvel comics)

wally west/ARTEMIS CROCK (young justice)

betty cooper/VERONICA LODGE (riverdale)

FAYE CHAMBERLAIN/diana meade (the secret circle)

SANA BAKKOUSH/yousef acar (skam)

ISABELLE LIGHTWOOD/clary fray (shadowhunters/mortal instruments)

ISABELLE LIGHTWOOD/simon lewis (shadowhunters/mortal instruments)

BARBARA GORDON/dick grayson (dc comics)

JESSICA JONES/aNYONE TBH (luke cage, carol danvers, trish walker, scott lang, steve rogers, matt murdock,,,, etc etc take ur pick) (jessica jones/marvel comics)

KATE BISHOP/america chavez (young avengers)

KATE BISHOP/tommy shepherd (young avengers)

ANNA OLIPHANT/étienne st. clair (anna and the french kiss)

henry/NATALIE GOODMAN (next to normal)

ELPHABA THROPP/G(A)LINDA UPLAND (wicked)

karen cartwright/IVY LYNN (smash)

ELENA ALVAREZ/FEMALE OC (one day at a time)

NADINE FRANKLIN/krista (the edge of seventeen)

ANYA (ANASTASIA)/dimitri (anastasia)

SANSA STARK/aegon vi targaryen (a song of ice and fire/game of thrones)

SANSA STARK/margaery tyrell (a song of ice and fire/game of thrones)

gilbert blythe/ANNE SHIRLEY (anne of green gables)

RORY GILMORE/PARIS GELLER (gilmore girls)

marius pontmercy/COSETTE FAUCHELEVENT (les misérables)

éponine thénardier/COSETTE FAUCHELEVENT (les misérables)

plots i would like:

modern mythology mumu!!

something based on 10 things i hate about you

and??? smth based on the princess diaries?? bYe

bring it on inspired plot!!! give me gay cheerleaders!!!

anything set in a performing arts school or like,,, broadway tbh!! anything musical theatre related makes my heart soar.

oh and i’d love a mother/daughter gilmore girls type plot??

aLSO ALSO ALSO royal type of plot pLS i beg u i love those!! like, medieval, modern royals, royal/non-royal, betrothals, the whole shebang 

and maybe like a summer romance??? *summer nights starts playing in the back*

okay but forbidden relationship plot where MUSE A is in a band and there’s a clear rule of not getting involved with anyone’s sibling bc cant disrespect bro code man cmoN!!!! but obvs MUSE B walks in and she’s MUSE C’s (npc) little sister and she instantly hits it off with MUSE A which earns him hella stern looks from MUSE C and warning lectures like yo thats my kid sister better stay away but they have rlly rlly good chemistry and they can’t really stay away so they have to try rlly hard to keep their relationship hella lowkey bc her brother can’t find out and neither can the public bc obvious reasons???? and like the only time they can ever be alone and do whatever they want is in their hotel room when she visits bc they don’t want to raise suspicion in public and there are so many rumors of MUSE A going out and about with some other girl and just so much angsT??? idk???? ( x )

ok but someone give me that cute bartender storyline though? like this guy tends bar at a restaurant or a pub or something and always sees this cute girl hanging out there, but she’s always either with friends or with some guy so he never really gets the time to talk to her BUT ONE DAY she walks into the place alone and orders so many drinks until she’s so bloody drunk, screaming about how her boyfriend cheated on her, that the bartender had to bring her home himself. she wakes up with a horrible hangover, stumbles out the room to find the bartender cooking breakfast and rolling his eyes, laughing. “FIRST OF ALL, YOU’RE AN IDIOT. SECOND, WE DIDN’T HAVE SEX IF THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE WONDERING. THIRD, BREAKFAST WILL BE READY SOON. SIT.” and fluff commences HELP PLZ ( x )

i wanna do a plot where muse a’s dad is a cop and the cop gets a call from his daughter while on the job and he has like a twenty-one year old in his backseat and his son/daughter is like eighteen and hiS KID IS LIKE “WHO IS IN THE BACK?” AND THE DAD IS LIKE “A TWENTY-ONE YEAR OLD GIRL/BOY.” AND THEN HIS KID ASKS IF THEY ARE CUTE AND THEY ARE LIKE “I’D LIKE TO SAY YES” AND THEY FALL IN FORBIDDEN LOVE AND MUSE B HAS A MOTORBIKE AND MUSE A ALWAYS SNEAKS OUT TO SEE MUSE B BC THEY STILL LIVE W THEIR PARENTS BUT THEY GO AND STAY W MUSE B AT THEIR APARTMENT ALL THE TIME AND GET IN TROUBLE AND THEY MAKE IT HARD FOR EACH OTHER TO TALK WHEN THEY ARE AT THE TABLE AND ITS AMAZING ( x )

so we all have the sweet virginal innocent girl x the bad mature self-confidant guy ship and i fully support that but i also want a plot where it’s exactly that, except i want the sweet little cinnamon roll to be a guy, MUSE A, who’s sweet and soft and lovely and everyone around him falls in love with him because he’s a breath of fresh air and MUSE B is not immune. Maybe Muse B is Muse A’s older sibling’s best friend, maybe they met at a party and opposites attract. Maybe Muse B’s friends made a bet that Muse B could get with Muse A in a given time period and break their heart. We can discuss the details but I just want a flower boy with a flirty hard to resist dreamboat of a guy and all of their cute little conversations and how Muse A slowly but surely falls for Muse B’s charms and how Muse B would do just about anything for Muse A and really…hit me up if you’re interested. ( x )

i need a plot with a girl boxer who everyone always brushes off because she’s a girl and an arrogant male boxer who often tells her to give up because “girls don’t belong in the sport” until one day she challenges him to a fight and kicks his ass. then she startrs to change his mind and they start training together and OH NO FEELINGS. 

whispers someone please give me a 1x1 in which this girl’s always been overshadowed by her older sister and then said sister brings a new boyfriend home and he and the younger sister immediately hit it off and unlike everyone in her family he actually pays attention to her and they start hooking up behind his girlfriend’s back and rogijeroigje ( x )

guys i’m such a sucker for plots like send me one you’d like and i’ll probably like it too?? i still need to make a plo tag on this blog bUT i also have this one in my other blog in case you wanna look @ that for inspo !!

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A Day to Remember, 3/5

Walking hand in hand through crisp autumn leaves, drinking hot chocolate and eating warm apple pie, sitting together in front of a fire, and finding each other at a masquerade ball-the Doctor has planned the perfect first date, and it will be a day Rose will always remember.

Ten x Rose

This is my Fall Fic Fest story. I’m doing one chapter per theme, most of them running about 1000 words long. The last few will be a bit longer as they actually get around to talking about their relationship.

For @doctorroseprompts outdoor activities week. We have a hayride, plus mentions of bobbing for apples and going to a pumpkin patch. 

Plus, this chapter contains my annual scene where I make everyone crave apple desserts. Apple dumplings this year!

AO3 | FF | TSP | Ch 1 | Ch 2

An hour later, Rose had just given the saleswoman their hotel room number so her outfit could be delivered when she spotted the Doctor through the plate glass window.

“That your bloke?” the woman asked when she followed Rose’s gaze and saw the Doctor waving at her.

Rose only hesitated for a moment. “Yeah, he is,” she said, feeling pretty confident that it was the truth. “We’re going to the festival for the afternoon.”

The woman smiled. “Have fun. Your dress will be in your room when you get back.”

Rose slid the credit stick into her pocket and waved at the woman as she left the shop. The cool breeze took her by surprise after the warmth inside, and she tightened the scarf around her neck.

The Doctor was waiting just outside the door, a broad grin on his face and his hands in his pockets as he bounced lightly his toes. “Come on, Rose!” He reached for her hand and laced his fingers through hers automatically. “Our ride to the festival leaves in just five minutes.”

Rose laughed and started jogging to keep up with him. She had no idea what he was talking about, but by now, she knew better than to ask. Whatever it was, it was bound to be fun.

Still, her jaw dropped a little when she spotted a flatbed trailer hitched to a hover craft, covered in bales and mounds of hay. “A hayride?”  

“Yep! No better way to start a harvest festival than with an old-fashioned hayride.” The Doctor jumped up on the trailer and held out his hand. Rose let him pull her up, then looked at their ride.  

Hayrides conjured images of cuddling together under a blanket, staring at the stars while sipping hot chocolate. It wasn’t even lunchtime, so there wouldn’t be any stargazing. However, she spotted blankets scattered over the piles of hay, and her heart sped up when the Doctor snagged a seat and patted the space next to him.

“This is cosy,” she murmured as she sat down beside him. Other people were climbing onto the hay cart too, but Rose hardly noticed them as she tried to process the now undeniable fact that this was indeed a date.

He hummed in agreement as he shook the blanket out over their legs and tucked the edges in around them. “I know it’s not really that cool, but we’ll feel the wind more once we’re moving.” He smiled down at her, and Rose realised the tips of his ears were red. “Plus, well… the blanket and everything, it’s part of the experience, right?”

Rose shifted so she was pressed closer to his side. A piece of hay prickled at her through her jeans, but she didn’t care when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Of course, Doctor.”

She slowly moved her arm until it was draped over the Doctor’s stomach, her hand resting somewhere just below his left heart. She could feel it racing, and then, to her astonishment, the Doctor turned his head and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

Holding Rose was one of the Doctor’s favourite things. He loved to spend evenings cuddled up together in the library while they read or talked about the day.

But kissing Rose—even as innocently as a quick brush of his lips over her hair—that was intoxicating. For a few moments, his mind blanked completely. Then she snuggled close and he knew he needed to say something or he would forget his plans and blurt out all of his secrets.

“So!” he said brightly as the vehicle started moving. “Did you know that in addition to the harvest festival, Icotea is well known as a tropical holiday location? Not at this latitude of course…” He rambled about Icotea and its many holiday spots for the entire ride, with a few interjections from the locals who were riding with them.

When the cart rolled to a stop at the festival grounds, the Doctor tugged on his ear and refused to look down at Rose. “Well. That’s why people love to come here, anyway,” he mumbled. Now that his panic was fading, his desperate babbling seemed foolish.

A moment later, he felt soft, warm lips press to his cheek. He stopped breathing for a moment and looked down at Rose, taking in the smile on her lips and the fondness in her eyes.

“Come on. Show me more of this planet, so incredible it’s been voted as the fourth, thirtieth, and seventy-fifth best places to visit in the galaxy.”

The Doctor grinned, then hopped out of the cart and held out his arms for Rose. They both knew perfectly well that she could jump the short distance to the ground without any help, but she let him wrap his hands around her waist anyway and hoist her down.

Rose’s stomach growled as he set her down, and they both laughed. “Come on,” the Doctor said, reaching for her hand. “The food booths are all over here.”

Scattered leaves crunched beneath their feet as they walked through the gate. The Doctor held up the tickets he’d purchased for the hayride, which included admission to the festival, and they were waved through.

“Are you hungry enough for lunch, or would a snack be good enough?”

Rose sniffed, following the sweet aroma of apples and cinnamon. “Whatever I’m smelling, that’s what I want.” The Doctor giggled at her, and she stuck her tongue out at him. “Oi, don’t try to tell me that’s not exactly what you want, too.”

The Doctor led the way to a cart selling apple dumplings. They got tea to go along with their sweet pastry, then sat down at a table to eat.

Rose took a bite of her apple dumpling and sighed in delight when the flaky crust practically melted on her tongue. “Oh, my God, this is gorgeous,” she moaned. She took another bite, letting the rich autumn flavours open up on her tongue.

“Perfect treat for an autumn day,” the Doctor agreed.

A map of the grounds was spread out on the table, decorated with a few splotches of food from previous customers. Rose peered down at it as she ate, trying to decide what to do first.

From where they were sitting, she could see the large barn at the centre of the grounds. According to the map, there were exhibits from local arts and crafts merchants in the barn, along with a swing from the hayloft.

That was the only real building on the site. Pumpkin carving seemed to be under a tent at the edge of a huge pumpkin patch, but everything else was in the open air.

Rose leaned back and let the crisp autumn air tease her senses. It was the perfect day to be outdoors.

“Ready?” the Doctor asked.

She looked up at him, holding his hand out for her. They held hands all the time, but somehow this felt different. She placed her hand in his and smiled at him.

“Definitely.”

His eyes sparkled, and Rose thought that maybe he could tell she was talking about more than just a harvest festival.

They spent the next few hours going from one activity to another. Rose laughed when they went bobbing for apples, and the Doctor came sputtering out of the tub with an onion clenched between his teeth. The deep grimace on his face was too much, especially when combined with the way he scraped his tongue against his top teeth, trying to get the taste out of his mouth.

The gustatory unpleasantness was mitigated by the ticket they gave him for a free pumpkin spice latte. Apparently, drawing an onion out of the tub was good luck, and came with a prize.

They strolled through a pumpkin patch as they shared the spicy beverage. The wind was picking up and Rose wished she’d worn another layer over her red jumper.

“It should be warmer under the tent,” the Doctor said. “We just have to pick our pumpkin first.”

Rose blinked at him. He wasn’t even looking at her—he was too busy comparing two pumpkins, trying to decide which would be better—but somehow he’d realised she was cold.

“That’d be brilliant,” she agreed.

Dark clouds rolled in while they were in the pumpkin carving tent, and Rose cast a dubious look at the sky as they walked to the corn maze. “Maybe we ought to find something to do inside.”

The Doctor shook his head and walked faster. “Nah! It’s just a few clouds!”

Rose laughed when a fat raindrop landed on his nose as he finished that sentence. “Are you sure about that?”

Several more raindrops hit him, splashing on his coat and darkening the brown wool. A few landed on Rose too, and she shivered when a cold drop of water ran down her back.

“Come on,” she said, holding firmly to his hand as she changed direction, heading for the barn. “I don’t fancy getting a soaking.”

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Thunderbirds  Chapter 8

TW: Alcohol Use

Awkward, uncomfortable, questionable sex. You have been warned

Authors Note:  I am so so sorry.  Please forgive me. I promise to kiss it and make it better.  Eventually. The next chapter is already done and just being edited.

                                           “I dare you to kiss me.”

  There. The ball was in his court now.  I half expected the same reservation and avoidance I had been getting from both of them all along but instead, Shannon’s face brightened as if all his Christmases had come at once.  He gave me that lopsided grin I was becoming so familiar with before closing the distance between us.

  “Fuck yeah.” He tangled one large hand in the hair at the nape of my neck before tilting my head into his, his lips crashing into me in a powerful kiss.  He wasn’t the least bit shy or hesitant, greedily devouring me as his tongue explored my mouth.  Fervently he delved into me again and again, those full, powerful lips locked against mine as he laid claim to me.  I tried not to notice the way my pulse quickened at his touch.  I knew I had had too much to drink, I knew he had too, and that a good part of this was likely just alcohol-fueled abandon, but I had a point to prove and he wasn’t exactly unwilling.  As a matter of fact, I figured he was just about perfect for the task at hand.  

   We moved back to the sofa and Shannon wrapped himself around me, smoothing the hair from my face before diving in for another wet kiss. He was sloppy and potent, devouring me in long slow measures. I wanted so much to be in the moment, to lose myself in his wild touch, but my brain would have none of it.  I couldn’t stop thinking about what was going on behind that door. I couldn’t stop hearing Jared’s voice when he called me sweet and innocent, or Roger when he had called me a prude.

  I slipped my hand behind Shannon’s neck, my fingertips tracing slowly around to the front of his throat before flattening my palm against his solid chest.  There was that familiar Shannon scent again, the one he had left behind on my blanket that I pretended not to sniff whenever I sat down next to it.  When he moved his kisses to the side of my neck, pressing my face against his shoulder, I pretended not to sniff again.  

  Suddenly he grabbed my legs and swung them around on the sofa so that I was stretched out beneath him, causing me to squeal in surprise. I glanced around the room quickly to see if anyone had reacted.  On one hand, I didn’t want an audience of random strangers watching us, but on the other hand, I did want one very specific audience.  They were nowhere to be seen though and again I pushed away thoughts of why that might be.  At some point, another couple had taken up residence on the other end of the sofa but they were paying no more attention to us than we were to them. We were tangled into each other then, his hand at the small of my back clutching me tightly against him.  I could taste the cinnamon of the Goldschlager in his kisses, feel the callouses on his fingers as his hand cradled the side of my face, hear the wet little noises of our lips that suddenly seemed louder than anything in the room. Everything felt warmer and fuzzier, my motivations moving further and further away as his mouth as fingers roamed my flushed skin.  I found myself clutching the back of his head as I nipped at his earlobe, whimpering into his neck when one fumbling hand slipped across my breast.

  ...we’ve had too much to drink, i’m drunk, he’s drunker, you’re not making good decisions jane, is he making decisions at all, you’re just taking advantage, this is a bad idea…

  There was a riot in my head but I shut it all out until Shannon began fumbling with the button on my jeans, slipping his fingers under the waistband on a journey that should not be taken in a room full of people.  I grabbed his wrist.

  “Stop, Shannon.”  I told him, panting, “this isn’t exactly private.”

  He left my jeans undisturbed but didn’t stop kissing me.  “I can get us privacy,” he said, that hand moving back up to cradle my head gain.  “Please.” His voice was a needy groan now, hot breath against my throat as he pleaded.  “Please, Janey.  I want you so bad.”

     I looked up at him, those beautiful eyes dark pools now, hair mussed from my fingers, and thought that maybe this had gone too far. I had only half expected him to even take the dare and kiss me back, I certainly hadn’t planned this far ahead.  His pleas weren’t falling on deaf ears though.  Drunk of not, I was acutely aware of how my skin was heating to his touch and the wild somersault my stomach had taken at his suggestion.  I wondered however if he was too drunk to even carry through.  

  “You’ve had a lot to drink Shannon,” I told him. “Can you even….” I trailed off, embarrassed.  He just smiled and ground his hips against me, showing me that yes, he was very much capable, and right now. Assuming we could find somewhere private to slip off to, that still left one hurdle.  “Do you have a condom?”

  He stood up and held his hand out for me.  “And a spare.  Come on, I know the perfect spot.”

  He pulled me up from the sofa, pausing for another scorching kiss, and led us on a stumbling journey through the house.  We stepped out of the kitchen door into the backyard and he pointed at a large tree, far from the house, near the fenceline.  I looked at him in confusion.

  “Treehouse,” he said.  “There’s an old treehouse back there.  No one will bother us.”

  Well, I figured, this at least was something to tick off for the next game of never had I ever.  I followed him across the dark yard and up the old wooden ladder until we found ourselves in our own private arboreal hideaway. As soon as I climbed off the ladder Shannon was on me again, pulling me in tightly against him as he resumed kissing me in the same voracious manner he had been using inside. I pulled his shirt over his head and allowed touch to linger on his strong arms. His sweat dampened skin felt like it was on fire underneath my fingertips.  He fumbled with my shirt, trying to match my state of undress to his own, but he got tangled in the buttons and I ended up taking it off myself.

  I started casting about for a less dusty place to lie back. Seeing my discomfort, Shannon retrieved his t-shirt I had previously tossed aside and laid it out on the middle of the wooden floor.  I felt a twinge of guilt.  What the hell was I doing? But before I could process that any further he was kissing me again with those powerful lips and the haze of alcohol met the haze of lust and all other thoughts were obliterated.  He was just such a damn good kisser, not only in the way his lips claimed me or his tongue danced against mine, but in the way that he cupped my face in his big hands, the way he groaned softly when I took his bottom lip between my teeth, the way he kept me so tight against his chest I could actually feel our breathing syncing up. Whatever clarity I was able to gain instantly melted away again at the heavy heat of him pressing down on top of me.

  I was barely aware of how the rest of our clothes were shed.   It seemed in no time at all he was over me, naked, nudging my legs open with his knee.  When I realized he was already pressing himself into me I gave him a quick shove back.  

  “Condom Shannon!  We talked about this!” Intoxicated or not, this was one place where I was prepared to stand my ground. I hated guys that would agree to protection only to start fighting you as soon as it was time for the main event to start.  But he immediately started fishing around for the jeans he had kicked off and pulled the desired foil packet out of a back pocket.  

  “Sorry. I got carried away.”  His voice was still sounding slurred, and I realized it was probably just drunken forgetfulness.  I wondered if he was too drunk to be doing this, if I was taking advantage, how I would feel if the tables were turned.  But I didn’t want to turn back now.  I needed something to distract me from the jealousy that still twisted in my gut.  I knew that part was wrong, but I had really begun to want him by now, and so I just focused on those feelings.

  I noticed he was having some trouble with the condom and figured I’d give him some help.  Settling on my knees in front of him, I took the condom from his hand and then took an actual look at the semi hard whiskey dick that was now bobbing in front of me.  This was a problem on two fronts, obviously because semi hard is not good enough for either condom application or fucking, but that should be easy enough to remedy.  The bigger problem was actually the Bigger problem – the guy had some size to him and even semi hard I had real concerns about where that thing was or was not going to fit.  He was certainly bigger than anyone I had been with before.  I figured I wouldn’t know until I tried though.

  Wetting my hand with a little spit first, I began to slowly work up and down the length of him and was rewarded with a series of deep groans if not a change in firmness.  When my best ministrations didn’t push us over the edge, I decided it was time to up the ante and brought my mouth into the game, swirling my tongue up from the base until I slipped his head between my lips.  This elicited a string of soft swear words and I felt his hand reach in to knot itself in my hair. I was eager now to see what I could accomplish with this beast and set upon taking him into my throat as far as I could manage while my hand worked the base of him.  In minutes he was rigid and rocking his hips into my mouth.  I pulled away with a soft pop and rolled the condom into place.  

  Shannon quickly re-positioned us on top of our little t-shirt nest and once against started to press into me.   I tried to relax and tilt my hips into him but he was pushing in too quickly and the burn was terrible.    

  “Ow!” I protested.  It seemed like drunk kissing for Shannon was a whole lot easier than drunk sex.  “Careful!”  I pushed back on his chest and he eased up, apologizing, but then immediately started pressing forward again.  

`   “Hey! You’re hurting me!”  I protested again.  I was seriously doubting that we were going to get anywhere when Shannon stopped moving, leaving just only those first inches inside me, and just went back to kissing me, the same intoxicating kisses that had shut down my sensibility before.  God, he felt so good against me.  I wanted this to work.  I wanted him.

  “God Janey, you are so tight,” he groaned against my ear.  

  “I know.  Just slow down, okay big guy?” I said.  He nodded and went back to kissing me, slowly rolling his hips against mine.  Just when I started to relax though he abruptly picked up the pace again, forcing himself further into me than I was ready for.  This time I pushed him off me.  

  “Jane, wait…” he started to protest but I pushed him over onto his back and moved to straddle him. As the soberer of the two of us,  I figured this part would go much better if I took over control.

  I reached between us and aligned his tip to my entrance, then began sinking down slowly.  When Shannon again started to piston his hips against me I shoved him down hard against the wooden floor.  “I said slow down cowboy.  Give me a chance here.”

  Once again slowly I began grinding down on his hardened shaft.  This time he finally got the idea and waited underneath me in stillness, his hands tracing small patterns on my thighs.  As my body began to adjust to this new level of fullness a fire seemed to ignite around it, sending tendrils out to the rest of my body.  It stopped hurting, then it started to feel good, then it started to feel really good.  I let my head fall back in abandon as pleasure took over, and now the soft groans and string of swear words were mine.  

  Eventually, Shannon started moving with me again, his hands kneading my breasts as we twisted against each other. He slowly slid his hands down to my waist, catching me in his powerful grip as he quickened the pace of his thrusts.  This time I was ready, and even though I knew I would probably be sore tomorrow,  I didn’t care about anything but the way he was making me feel right then. I could feel my climax approaching, tantalizingly just out of my reach, and I wet two fingers in my mouth, trailing them down my body until they found the little nub of sensitive flesh just over my entrance.  Shannon looked up, his eyes devouring me as I rode him, one hand continuing to work my swollen bud as the other pinched and pulled at my nipple until I finally fell over the edge with a shuddering moan.

  Quickly he flipped us over, catching my knees against his arms as he slid back home again.  I could hear the party still going on yards away but the only sounds in the dark room were our ragged breathing and the noises of our damp bodies meeting each other.  Shannon was gazing down at me through heavily lidded eyes, and I reached up to touch the side of his face.  “Jane,” he whispered, so reverently that something caught in my gut and I felt a panic begin in my chest.  I realized this was not just a drunken romp to him.  Quickly I turned my face away, trying to hide the flood of emotions now washing over me.  If he noticed he gave no indication, lowering his head to nuzzle my neck as drove into me with increasing fervor.  I tried to reason with myself, told myself I had made him no promises, professed no feelings at all, but I knew I was in the wrong, and what was worse was that I had known it right from the minute he kissed me, I just had rationalized my way around it.  

  “Janey, baby, oh, fuck….” His voice was a warm purr in my ear, dripping with promises I did not want.  I swallowed the bile rising in my throat and hoped that all the sudden vocalization meant that he was almost finished.  I so desperately wanted this to be over, wanted to get away from him before he realized how I had used him.  I bit my lip and juddered my hips against him, trying to drive him closer to his release.  After a few long minutes, he gave a hoarse cry, clutching me to him as he shuddered through his own orgasm.  

  As soon as he moved off me to remove the condom I was grabbing in the dark for my clothes, hoping to make a quick getaway.  Shannon was having none of it though. He pulled me back against him even as I held my balled up jeans in my hands, raining kisses on my head.  I could feel hot tears forming behind my eyes and I struggled to at least maintain a neutral expression.

  “Hey, don’t be in such a hurry,” he told me.  “They aren’t going to worry about us for a while.”

  I disentangled myself from his arms and started pulling clothing on. “What if someone comes out here?” I reasoned.  

  Shannon just grabbed my hand and tugged me back towards him, this time kissing my wrist and arm.  “No one is coming out here.  I don’t think anyone else even knows it’s here.”

  I pulled away again and handed Shannon his jeans as a further hint. “Please, I just want to go back inside.”

  He looked at me with a puzzled expression and I could see the hurt starting to form in his eyes.  It twisted my gut and I could feel a tear escaping to run down my cheek.  “Jane?”

  I tried one last time to cover my behavior with excuses.  “I’m sorry. I don’t feel well. I must have drunk too much.”

  Shannon relaxed visibly with the explanation and started helping me get into my clothes.  “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t…” he trailed off, looking stricken.  I quickly cut him off.    

  “No, no, my stomach just…” I shook my head.  A few sobs broke their way through my alcohol weakened defenses at that point, but I quickly quieted them and wiped the tears from my face. Thankfully he accepted that explanation and quickly dressed.

  “We should probably get you home. You want to see if we can find Roger?” he suggested.

  I really didn’t want to face Roger at that point but I knew I couldn’t leave without him. I nodded and silently followed Shannon back to the house.

  Finding Roger and Jared turned out to be a lot easier than I anticipated.  As soon as we walked back into the kitchen, there they were, leaning against a counter and joking and flirting with a pair of redheads. They did not look at all as if anything had transpired between them. The sick feeling in my stomach intensified.

  “Where the hell have you two been?” Jared exclaimed on seeing us.  I didn’t answer.  I couldn’t even look at them and instead kept my eyes on the floor.  

  “What. The. Hell.” Roger’s voice was furious.  I looked up to see his blue-grey eyes turned to hard flint, his jaw clenched as he looked wildly between Shannon and me.  It took me a minute to understand his reaction.  

  There Shannon and I stood, Shannon looking all freshly fucked and smiling, and me, surely looking a mess, with a tear-stained face and running mascara, clothes rumpled and shoes in hand.  

  “Roger, no, please…” I started to explain but his fist was already drawn back.

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Priscilla, Queen of the Desert

Welcome to the 'highglossfinish' room. Zephra85: WOO movie night Knockout: Good evening, Zephra human! Zephra85: Hi Knock Out! Zephra85: Are we watching Pricsilla Queen of the Desert? :D Knock Out: We are indeed! Zephra85: YAY Zephra85: I've only seen it once but it's rad

thenightetc: Oh!  I remember this thenightetc: ...*remembering more things about this* thenightetc: Actually I'm going to have to sit this one out, see you next time Zephra85: Aw, okay. Bye! Knock Out: Not a problem! See you then! Zephra85: Yeesh at my bar the dude would be kicked out and banned for pulling that stunt Knock Out: I can't think of a Cybertronian bar where that would fly. Zephra85: A very fabulous funeral Zephra85: MY FAVE Knock Out: How's the sound situation? Does it need to be turned up? Zephra85: Sounds fine to me Clich: #goals Knock Out: Well, well! This is a pleasant surprise! Knock Out: How goes, dear Sparklebot? Clich: Almost as sparkley as I should be! Or to be more acurrate, as shiney as him. Knock Out: Excellent. Clich: Thank you kindly for asking! Excited to see this. (Again) Zephra85: Pomp and circumstance for all Zephra85: YES THAT'LL HELP THE HEADACHE CLEARLY. Clich: Not ever been to Australia, actually. A bit scared of the wildlife. Zephra85: I'm still convinced the country doesn't exist. Clich: Like the grog. That sounds horrid Ratchet: I wandered back to my tablet at an odd time, didn't I? Knock Out: Yes. Yes, you did. Zephra85: It's an elaborate scam to test how gullible the rest of the world is Zephra85: Hi Ratchet! Ratchet: Hello Clich: Howdy Doc. Clich: Rood. Zephra85: 'Face like a cat's ***' LOST IT Zephra85: Scandalous Clich: Loving the terms of endearment. Zephra85: Work it, ladies Zephra85: You own that shoe dress Mitzi Zephra85: (SNORTS) Zephra85: Boom Zephra85: More tension than most hollywood thrillers Zephra85: I love you Felicia but you deserved that Zephra85: Awww Shockbox: Greetings. Zephra85: Hello! Knock Out: Hello there! Shockbox: What is the title of this piece of human media? Clich: We haven't been introduced but hello there! Zephra85: Priscilla, Queen of the Desert Shockbox: Hello. Zephra85: Look at that train holy crap Zephra85: How'd she even fit that in the bus Zephra85: No road trip movie is complete without the obligatory car trouble plot Knock Out: Naturally. Shockbox: But of course. Clich: Well, it does add to the natural tension of being confined together. Shockbox: .....I was confused, I thought that window in the corner was a part of the movie at first. Shockbox: I may need to pay a little more attention to what is happening. Zephra85: One time Breakdown had a stream and he minimized the window for only a second but it didn't look like that's what happened Zephra85: So a dinosaur just appeared out of nowhere in the movie and it was really confusing for a second Zephra85: But it was just his desktop background Clich: HA Zephra85: We all had a laugh about a dinosaur in Mad Max Shockbox: Ridiculous...But amusing. Knock Out: Impact and I still bring that up during our movie nights. Zephra85: She gets bragging rights for the next millenia for this Knock Out: Too right she does. Shockbox: ...Rude. Zephra85: What do you have against ABBA Bernadette Clich: Too much of good thing, Zephra Zephra85: The only explaination I'll accept Shockbox: ...Where did they get the headpiece from? Shockbox: Headpieces, excuse me. Shockbox: Did they bring all of those clothes with them? Zephra85: Time jump from going back to the bus I'd imagine Zephra85: DIGEREEDOO SOLO Shockbox: ....Did they stop in the middle of the song sequence to dress him up? Zephra85: Yes Shockbox: "Stop the music, this fellow needs to fit our aesthetic." Knock Out: Well, the aesthetic is everything. Shockbox: ....Fair enough. Zephra85: Felicia you are a FREAK Shockbox: What an...../interesting/ story. Shockbox: Hm. Knock Out: I love humans. Shockbox: Such pleasant creatures, they are. Zephra85: Be free, sex-doll kite, BE FREE Zephra85: MY OTHER FAVE Breakdown: Ah! This is a good movie! Zephra85: :D BREAKDOWN Zephra85: HI Shockbox: Greetings. Breakdown: How's it going, kids? Zephra85: Good! Ratchet: I either need to stop walking away or give up, because I am still lost as to what's happening. Shockbox: Same. Knock Out: Hello there, mysterious stranger! Zephra85: Just go with it Clich: *turned away for a moment* WHOA, howdy! Zephra85: Bob is a sweetie Breakdown: Ugh, Hugo. You're so young and innocent. Shockbox: ...She has /quite/ a problem. Zephra85: ikr Shockbox: Ping pong balls? Zephra85: I sing this at karaoke! Zephra85: Awwww bob Shockbox: I don't understand their sense of fashion. Breakdown: It's fabulous. That's all you need to understand. Zephra85: It's meant to be over the top Shockbox: I..../See./ Clich: *points* dats gross. Shockbox: I'm... Zephra85: This movie is a wild ride Shockbox: [Shockwave.exe has crashed.] Zephra85: You really gotta just go with it Zephra85: Bob is a cinnamon roll Breakdown: I like how even the three of them think that Bob is flawless. Zephra85: They've adopted a 60+ mechanic as their own Zephra85: God I love showtunes Knock Out: I love that bus. Zephra85: Priscilla is actually the best character Knock Out: Dear Unicron, what a Cybertronian it would make. Breakdown: Don't. Don't even go there, doc. Clich: Don't rightly know anyone who would take that as their alt mode, but wish I did. Shockbox: Bus modes certainly weren't common in my universe. Zephra85: Priscilla is proof it's not about looks, but about ATTITUDE Shockbox: What attitude would that be? Zephra85: Fabulous. Zephra85: FELICIA WILL NOT BE CONTAINED Shockbox: Oh dear. Zephra85: sh*t Zephra85: PROTECTIVE BOB IS PROTECTIVE Shockbox: He didn't even attempt to fight back on that one. Zephra85: Bernadette'll kick all your @$$es Zephra85: Ikr Zephra85: One hit and he's down Zephra85: I ship them Zephra85: Master of Subtlety, Felicia is not Knock Out: Not in the slightest. Zephra85: She's so supprotive Zephra85: they are ADORABLE Zephra85: :D HERE WE GO Zephra85: YOU UNCULTURED SWINE Zephra85: oh snap Zephra85: psh Knock Out: Well, that's adorable. Breakdown: Where does he keep getting those flowers? Knock Out: Hah! Zephra85: Magical gentleman powers Zephra85: Stop trying so hard sweetie Zephra85: He likes you the way you are Breakdown: You struck gold with that one, Hugo. Zephra85: TIME FOR ABBA Knock Out: YES! Zephra85: Now THIS is an audience who appreciates a stellar performance when it's right in front of them Zephra85: I wish our gay bar had glitter cannons on the ceiling Knock Out: I wish more places had glitter cannons in general. Zephra85: True Shockbox: Well, that was a way to end that. Breakdown: ...We're not getting one installed. Shockbox: It was laggging very hard at the end, my connection isn't very stable at this time of day. What happened? Knock Out: Okay, but just consider. Knock Out: ...I don't know how to finish that sentence. But honestly, glitter cannons. Breakdown: I'm considering the cleanup. If we get one it's going outside. The wildlife would appreciate it. Knock Out: Deal. Zephra85: :D Knock Out: It will stop the monkeys from putting their fingers on the windows. Zephra85: THE SEX DOLL KITE GOT ALL THE WAY TO ASIA Knock Out: Good for you, kite! Shockbox: Hm. Amazing. Knock Out: Well, that was fun! Shockbox: Thank you for the stream, Knock Out. Knock Out: Always a pleasure! Zephra85: Yes, thank-you! Zephra85: Such a fave of mine Knock Out: Have a lovely night, everyone! Zephra85: Although it does remind me to ask you to put 'To Wong Foo Thanks For Everything Julie Newmar' on the eventually list Breakdown: Take care' y'all. Zephra85: Bye Knock Out! Bye Breakdown! Bye everyone! Zephra85: Say hi to Impact for me!