#AND THEN YOU GET LOCKED IN THE BASEMENT LIKE????

[cha-melodius]

#16, Alex/Henry?

(Also requested by @firenati0n. I feel like there were two obvious options for this one: post-leaks in canon, or post-rescue mission of some kind. You can probably guess which one I chose. 😂 read all the hug ficlets)

Firstprince, 16: The “it’s okay, I’m here” hug.

Add’l note: This is more or less a tiny sequel to So Close to Something Better Left Unknown. You don’t have to have read the fic to read this ficlet, but it does contain minor spoilers for the very end of said fic.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

When Henry gave him the watch, it was half a joke and half because Henry’s in love with him and his hopeless heart latched onto the slim chance to keep an eye on him, at least from a distance. He’d expected Alex to leave it behind, or disable the tracker, or at the very least not wear it, but as far as he can tell, Alex had done none of those things. The tracker bops around the globe, giving Henry far too much information on CIA missions merely through its location. Not that Henry would ever pass on that information to his own agency, or anyone else for that matter.

That Alex trusted him not to, to keep his secrets… Well, it means a lot.

He assumed that at some point his own work would bring him within striking distance of Alex again, and he’d make use of the tracker to find him and… oh, hell, he doesn’t know. Say hello? It sounds absurd for a spy, but it’s pretty much all he could hope for. But before that happens, the tracker gets stuck for a week in a remote part of Guatemala, and Henry starts to get worried. Maybe Alex just lost the watch, or abandoned it for some reason. That’s the most reasonable explanation. Even so, Henry quietly requests recent satellite images of that area and zooms all the way in on the watch’s coordinates.

It’s a high-security compound of some sort. Not good.

He tries not to let his imagination run wild. The tracker he’d left in the watch is extremely high resolution, and he watches it occasionally move around the compound, as if someone was wearing it, though mostly it stays in one place. Alex could have traded it or gifted it as part of an operation; it was a valuable watch, after all. Still, it nags at Henry. He’s not going to be able to rest until he finds out what actually happened. The most straightforward way would be simply asking, but he has no way of contacting Alex except a burner phone he has no reason to believe Alex would be monitoring.

He sends a message anyway, but after a few days without a response, he can’t take it anymore.

It’s completely mad, he knows it is, but he makes up an excuse about tracking down a lead on a long-cold operation and books a ticket to Guatemala City. He covertly watches the outside of the compound for three days, keeping track of the men who come and go, and sends photos of them to Bea with a request to run facial recognition and not ask any questions. (She does, of course, but she doesn’t push, even when they come back with the names of some very bad people.)

Finally, once the compound’s primary resident leaves and takes with him what should be the majority of his armed muscle, Henry makes his move. The watch is still inside, and Henry follows the tracker’s signal down into the basement of an outbuilding, taking out a handful of guards with tranquilizers as he goes. The building is dark and dank, and the series of locked metal doors he finds do nothing to help the cold, hard knot that’s settled into his stomach. His hands don’t shake as he picks the lock on the one the watch is resting behind, but that careful composure slips when the door finally swings open to reveal a miserable lump curled on a thin mattress, a head of matted curls just visible through the murky darkness.

Alex flinches away when Henry first reaches out for him, scrambling into the corner, but then his eyes land on Henry and his mouth drops open. He blinks rapidly, scrubs frantically at his eyes, and blinks again.

“Henry?” he croaks in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for you, love,” Henry tells him, holding his hands out in front of him as he slowly moves closer. “I’ve come to get you.”

There’s a beat of silence, then another, then Alex surges toward him. Henry almost shies away himself, unsure of what Alex means to do, but then Alex is grabbing him and wrapping him up in a hug so tight it squeezes the air out of Henry’s lungs, and Henry can do nothing else but curl his arms around the trembling man now occupying his lap.

“It’s ok, I’m here,” he murmurs, rubbing a soothing hand down Alex’s back.

“How?” Alex chokes out. “How did you…?”

His voice trails off as he raises his left arm and looks at his own wrist, where a bit of watch strap peeks out beyond the filthy cuff of his shirt. Inexplicably, his captors had let him keep it, though that becomes more understandable when his sleeve slips further down and Henry sees how he’s smeared it with mud. The exquisite Patek Philippe now looks like a beaten up piece of junk.

“I didn’t want to lose it,” Alex says, his voice cracking over the syllables. He drops his arm and tries to bury his face in Henry’s chest. “That probably sounds dumb.”

“No, love, it doesn’t,” Henry says, holding him tighter. It’s torture to pull away, but eventually he must. “Come on,” he says, tipping Alex’s chin, now covered in a scraggly beard, up so their eyes meet. “Let’s get you out of here.”

[faithisyours]

Basement Hangout

Vi X Fem!Reader

Chapter 4 of The List

Previous chapters can be found here

Summary: you (along with your mutual friends) surprise Vi with a basement hangout. Shenanigans ensue.

cw: timebomb, melvika, and jayvik included, Caitlyn is also here, Claggor and Mylo mentioned, some other supporting cast appearances, light smut, fingering, some dirty talk, alcohol consumption, smut while slightly intoxicated, Vi’s more dominant in this one, kinda choking but not really, some fluff, I think that’s it.

Word count: 3.3k

an: Hello little gay people in my phone! I give you chapter 4, hope you enjoy it, this one fought me the entire way. Sorry for such a long wait, I just got back to college, which will probably continue to alter the pace at which I post these, but I do plan on continuing to post, although my pace may slow. I’m also predicting a couple caitvi fics in my future, so be on the lookout for those. If you want to see anything specific in this fic, or be added to the tag list, let me know! And as always, men and minors dni.

“M’ so fucking cold, is he incapable of answering his door in a timely manner?” Vi huffed. You and your girlfriend stood waiting outside on the steps of Ekko’s house. It was now full blown winter, and was, in fact, actively snowing as you stood there.

It had been over a month since you and Vi made that blanket fort in the living room of your shared apartment, the last thing you had done off the list. Between work, holidays, and overall life in general, you both hadn’t gotten to cross any more things off it, but on the bright side, Vi had finally shared the list in its entirety with you. And it was long. A lot of the things were season specific, such as camping, but many were not, like the one you were surprising Vi with tonight.

“I don't understand why we couldn't have just picked this stuff up tomorrow. We’re freezing our asses off for nothing,” Vi continued with her complaining.

“Ekko asked nicely, so we’ll just get this over with and then we can go home, alright?” you soothed. Of course, this was all a ruse to get Vi over here, and hopefully she would feel differently when the surprise was revealed. When you had read over the list, the idea of a “basement hangout” had burrowed its way into your head and would not leave. So, you decided to band all your friends together to help surprise Vi. Ekko had been the one to offer his place as the setting, considering he was the only one with a finished basement. The trickiest part was getting Vi over here without having her get suspicious. You had Ekko call you while you were in front of Vi to ask if the two of you could come over to pick some things up left over from the holiday party he had. Vi was not happy about it, but she’d do basically anything for a lifelong friend, so here you stood. And, safe to say, Vi was too cold to be suspicious, if she ever was to begin with.

At that moment, you heard the sound of a lock sliding back, and then the door swung open, revealing Ekko, who was dressed in black sweatpants and a dark olive-green sweatshirt.

“Come in, come in.” Ekko ushered you both inside. Vi hurriedly marched indoors first, giving Ekko a somewhat pointed look when passing him. “It’s just down in the basement, I’ll show you where.”

He shot you a wink while Vi wasn’t looking, then led you both down the stairs to the basement. It was warm down there, string lights hung against the walls and wrapped around the exposed beams on the ceiling, but other than that, it was completely dark.

“It’s just over here…” Ekko said, pointing vaguely around the bend of the stairs. He turned on a floor lamp, drenching the room in light, and simultaneously people jumped out from behind the couch, from the closet, from around the corner, and yelled “Surprise!” Vi turned to you, a shocked look on her face. You just gave her a smile, shoving her shoulder lightly with yours.

“Surprise,” you said, grinning at her and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“But it’s not my birthday,” Vi countered incredulously, like that was the only time surprising her was acceptable.

“I know. This is from the list, a ‘basement hangout’ if I remember correctly,” you said. She hummed in response, then, abruptly, gave you a rather salacious kiss that caught you off guard and had your friends either groaning out ew’s or whistling low. You pulled away breathless, a blush creeping up your cheeks, and Vi gave you the cheekiest grin of all time.

After recovering from that, you turned your attention to your friends, who were already getting the party started by pouring drinks and playing music through the surround-sound speakers. And it really was appropriate to say party, considering how many of your mutual friends had shown up. There was Ekko, of course, and Jinx, as well as Caitlyn, Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Sevika, Lest, Maddie, Claggor, Mylo, Scar, and Steb. Maybe you had overdone it with the invitations, and it no longer resembled a chill hangout with friends, but everyone seemed to be having a good time, so you supposed it didn’t really matter.

You and Vi, stripped of your coats, took your time saying hello to everyone, but only after you got drinks in your hands. You got a malibu cranberry, while Vi got a vodka redbull. Settling down on one of the couches, Vi wrapped her arm around you and leaned back. It was almost comical the way your position mirrored the other couples in attendance: Mel and Sevika were sitting on the adjacent couch, Mel basically in Sev’s lap, while Jayce and Viktor were occupying an armchair, Jayce in the chair while Viktor propped himself on the arm. And then there was Ekko and Jinx, who were sitting on the same couch as you and Vi, but where Ekko sat normally, Jinx sat perched on the back of the couch behind him. Your uncoupled friends dotted the rest of the room, either sitting or standing in semi-circles talking with one another.

“Beer pong, anyone?” Jayce asked, pointing to the empty table near the hallway.

“I’ll play,” Viktor answered.

“So will I,” Jinx volunteered.

“Either of you want to play?” Viktor asked when no one else said anything, pointing towards you and Vi.

“I’ll just watch this first round,” you said, giving Viktor a smile.

“And I’m gonna stay with my girl a while longer,” Vi answered, subconsciously pulling you closer to her. You blushed slightly, always going a little red when Vi called you her girl. It didn’t matter that you had been together for years, you were still going to blush. But what you were also going to do was blame it on the alcohol.

“Alright, I’ll play,” Ekko said, shooting you both an exasperated look.

The two couples rose from their seats and made their way towards the table. Jayce and Ekko occupied one end, while Jinx and Viktor stood at the other. And soon enough, ping pong balls began bouncing back and forth. The table was at a good angle and distance away to where you could watch them play and still contribute to the conversation, but could also tune it out or have a separate conversation with Vi and the others sitting down around you.

You sipped on your drink, already half downed, and did your best to pay attention to your friends playing, but your girlfriend was making it increasingly difficult to focus. The hand that was not holding her drink was around your waist, drawing lazy patterns there and working together with the alcohol to heat your skin. You fidgeted, squirming slightly in Vi’s grip, which only made her grasp on you tighter.

“So I heard about this list…” Mel said, pulling your attention away from the beer pong and towards where she and Sev sat on the couch next to yours. “What is it exactly?”

“Oh, well, um…” you tried to find a decent explanation without having to explain the ‘why’ part of it, but Vi beat you to it.

“It’s a list of things we both have never done and want to do,” she said simply.

“So, like a bucket list?” Sevika interjected.

“Kinda, but more to the tune of stupid teenager shit,” you said.

“I see, alright, that makes sense. Maybe we should start one, huh Sev?” Mel said, nudging her partner.

“Anything you want, my love,” Sevika replied, smiling at her girlfriend. Mel just shook her head, amused at Sev’s response, a smile curving her mouth.

“That makes sense, considering what we're doing. Very teenager-esque, I must say. But I feel like something’s missing, like we need to be playing spin-the-bottle or explicit truth or dare,” Mel said.

“Ekko has drunk jenga,” you said, pointing to a pile of games stacked high in the corner.

“That's perfect. Alright, who wants to play drunk jenga?” Mel asked the room, and a chorus of ‘I will’s followed. So while Mel and Sevika grabbed the game and began setting it up, you went to grab yourself another drink, Vi following behind you.

“Do you want another one, babe?” you ask Vi, who was in the process of snaking her hands around your front to hug you from behind.

“I’m alright, thank you though,” she said from just over your shoulder. So you fixed your drink, a Dirty Shirley this time, all while having a rather clingy Vi attached to your back, then joined your friends.

While Jinx, Ekko, Jayce, and Viktor played beer pong, you, Vi, Mel, Sev, Lest, Scar, Maddie, Caitlyn, and Setb (in that order) huddled around the coffee table to play drunk jenga. Since it was Mel and Sev’s idea, they went first. Mel pulled one from right in the middle, sliding it out and reading it aloud.

“Take a shot with the person to your right,” she said, then looked towards Sevika, who was already getting up to go get shot glasses and vodka. Sev came back, poured the shots, cheered with Mel and downed it, barely making a face at its taste. Mel, on the other hand, made a twisted face at the taste. And since they had pulled a block semi-together, it was now Lest’s turn. She pulled one from the edge close to the bottom, its removal slightly more difficult than the block Mel pulled, then read it aloud.

“Kiss the person to your right,” she said, and a small blush appeared on her cheeks. She turned to her right to face Scar, Ekko’s long-time friend, who looked a little shocked and flushed, but played it off well. Hesitantly they kissed, a quick and gentle peck, but it was cute enough to bring a smile to your face.

It went on like that, your friends pulling blockers that made the structure more precarious each turn, reading them aloud and quickly getting more intoxicated. And then it was your turn. You surveyed the tower, looking for a block to pull that wouldn’t tip the entire structure over, and went with the bottom middle block. As you poked and prodded, the tower shifted, but you were able to pull the block free without losing the game.

“Seven minutes in heaven,” you read out, and as soon as the words left your lips, Vi, with a wicked grin on her face, was pulling you away and down the hall. She stopped at the hall closet, flung the door open, then pushed you inside, closing the door behind her.

The slats in the door allowed enough light in for you to get the gist of shapes, but it was still pretty dark. Your heart was pounding, probably due to the combination of alcohol and adrenaline in your blood. Vi had hauled you off rather quickly, you barely had time to set your almost empty cup down, and now you were standing very close to your girlfriend in a very confined space. Good thing you weren't claustrophobic.

“I haven't been in one of these in years,” you joked, looking around the small space and attempting to diffuse the growing tension. Vi had been exceptionally touchy this evening, and being in a confined space alone with her was only making you more soaked.

“I think we should play a game,” Vi whispered, leaning in close.

“Besides seven minutes in heaven?” you asked.

“I think we should play the game where whoever makes the other come first wins.” Vi leaned back slightly, surveying your face with a small grin on hers. She knew you were two drinks down, and even though you weren't completely drunk yet, you were still pretty tipsy. Her surveying you was your chance to say no. But you didn’t want to. That grin on her face let you know she knew you were tipsy, and because of that would be at a disadvantage when it came to the game. And you wanted nothing more than to prove her wrong.

Instead of answering her with words, you launched yourself at her, pulling her into a hard and frantic kiss. You threw your arms around her neck, pressing your body against hers, and tangled one of your hands in her hair, pulling slightly at the strands. Vi moaned low, and the sound went straight to your clit. You pulled back from the kiss only to have your hands shoot straight to the front of her pants, working the button loose. Vi, catching on, did the same to your pants. Soon enough you were dragging your hand through her happy trail and into her boxers, her hand not far behind in yours.

Vi’s fingers pushed into you, only to find you completely soaked. “All this already? If you were so needy you could have just said something,” she taunted.

“Shut up,” you retorted, but there was no bite behind the words. While she dragged her fingers through your folds, spreading your slick and lazily circling your clit, you pushed two fingers into her and slowly ground the palm of your hand against her clit. Her walls clenched around the intrusion, but the new wave of slick, along with her surprised moan, let you know you were welcome.

Both of you seemed to have differing strategies: where Vi was more lazy and teasing with her movements, you were precise and strategic. Or at least you were trying to be. As soon as Vi sunk two fingers into you and started curling them, your movements faltered. You tried to keep up, tried to play it off by stifling your moans and rubbing her clit harder, and while, yes, Vi was moaning and whimpering slightly, your ministrations were nothing compared to hers. She knew your body like the back of her hand, knew all the right buttons to press, when to press them, and how to make you fall apart in her hands.

“What's the matter, babe? Can’t keep up?” she taunted. You kissed her to shut her up, but also to hopefully regain some control. You knew she loved when you were loud, and you knew she loved when you played with her tits. So you did both. You moaned, excessively, into the kiss, syncing it up with her thrusts, and worked your free hand inside her shirt and under her bra. You grazed your fingers over her nipple, which elicited a gasp from her, breaking the kiss for only a second before she pulled you back into it. You knew she knew what you were doing, so you tried to be as unpredictable as possible. You pinched her nipple, which earned you a guttural moan, the sound making you smile against the kiss. Now you are in control.

But it didn’t last long. Vi broke the kiss and instead pressed her forehead against yours, her heavy breathing mixing with yours. And then the next thing you knew there was a hand on your throat and you were being pushed back against the wall, her fingers still circling tightly around your clit. Your back hit the wall, and you wanted to complain that this position wasn’t fair, but then Vi started kissing you again, and the hand on your throat was squeezing just so, and her fingers were working you closer and closer to the edge. You were dizzy, hazy from the alcohol, breathless, still kissing her, and you tried your hardest to keep up, circling her clit and adding a third finger, but it was a lost cause. You were losing your footing, your hand was stopping and starting, your jerky movements doing little to bring Vi much pleasure.

You pulled away from the kiss, panting, and rested your forehead on Vi’s shoulder. You just needed to focus.

“Not very good at this game, are you?” she whispered into your ear, her voice dripping with mock-condicention. You tried to speak, tried to come up with a retort, but all you could manage was a weak moan. “Why don’t you come for me, baby. It’s okay, you can do it,” she said, her breath ghosting your ear. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, she was kissing your neck, your jaw, that spot behind your ear that always made you squirm, and it was your undoing.

You came with a strangled cry of her name, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into you as Vi kept up her movements, and you would have collapsed if it hadn’t been for Vi snaking the hand that was previously on your throat around your back to keep you upright. She soothed and cooed at you, bringing you slowly but surely back to reality.

Foreheads pressed together and hands still in each other's pants, there was a small nock on the closet door. “What?” Vi said, while her breath still mingled with your.

“Um, I’m supposed to tell you that the seven minutes is up,” you heard Jayce say from beyond the door.

“Got it,” Vi responded, and you couldn't help but laugh, Vi joining you in your giggles. You removed your hand, Vi mirroring your movements, and when Vi slipped her come-covered fingers into her mouth to clean them off, you did the same.

“I may have lost,” you said, “but did I really lose?” You gave Vi a cocky look as you buttoned your pants.

She hummed. “I guess we both won, in different ways.” You gave her another quick kiss before readjusting your clothes and smoothing your hair, making sure everything was as it should be. Vi did the same, and soon enough you were opening the closet door and stepping out to join the party once more.

As you made your way back, hand-in-hand with Vi, a handful of your friends gave you knowing looks, and some of them even whistled, but most didn’t react. You knew you should have tried to be quiet, and you had for the most part, but you had assumed the distance plus the music would have drowned out most of the moaning. Maybe you had miscalculated. But it didn’t matter now.

You and Vi rejoined the party, chatted with friends and played a couple more games, but stuck to water for the rest of your time there. And after a couple more hours, you were yawning, curled up against Vi, about ready to fall asleep. Vi had been talking with Ekko, a conversation you were too tired to follow, but noticed your yawning and decided it was time to go.

She got you into your coat, pulling your hat onto your head and zipping you up, then put her own on. She thanked Ekko profusely, as well as your remaining friends, which you also did, albeit more groggily, then guided you up the stairs and out the door towards the car. It had stopped snowing, and the car didn’t need much scraping off before it was able to be driven. Vi guided you into the passenger seat, making sure your seat belt was clicked in before closing your door and making her way around to settle into the driver's seat.

“Thank you for tonight, it was wonderful,” she said. Though you were on the verge of falling asleep, you heard her through the haze.

“You’re welcome, baby. Anything for you,” you mumbled, then proceeded to fall asleep.

Tag list: @usuck @saqqarasdissent

[sunsetsover]

I don't think people say GMMTV is sabotaging FK; the correct word would be neglecting. GMMTV neglects FK, and it is extremely obvious if you pay attention.

idk what exactly prompted this ask bc i made that post like a week ago and from what i can tell it hasn't really got any notes for the past few days and i haven't even been online so maybe this is just something that had been bothering you? idk but. and i don't mean to be rude when i say this! but i must say i don't like the tone of this. i'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume it was accidental, but jsyk this came off as very passive aggressive, like im somehow an idiot for not seeing it. and i will tell you that i have definitely seen people accusing gmmtv of sabotaging fkt and thk, which as i said is silly, but yes some do say that! i've seen it with my own two eyes lmao

like literally today i saw someone on twitter saying exactly this bc the gmmtv twt account posted upcoming events for the next week. now mind you! first is LITERALLY on holiday with his family rn, so how (and more importantly why) do they expect him to have events next week? well when someone mentioned that in the replies, their response was just 'well clearly you don't see it the way i do' which ?? what way is that ?? that he's on holiday?? that he can't be in two places at once??? and other people in the replies were like 'well why can't khaotung have solo events!' and it's like ?? idk maybe bc he's at home gaming, hanging out with his sister and playing his instruments ?? maybe it's bc the two of them are CLEARLY on a break and just bc khaotung is still at home doesn't mean he's not RESTING??

and yes i'm mad about that kind of stuff! it comes off as so selfish and spoilt!! and not to make everything about bts but bts have this exact same issue w some fans to the point where armys literally came up w a name for to refer to these kind of fans: mantis (manager+anti). an explanation of what that means from reddit (bc it's better than i could ever explain it): 'Mantis are antis who essentially hide behind “stanning” so much that they themselves feel like they know the group, and their career, better than the group does. These are the fans constantly trying to "protect" them, beyond normal levels. The type to think they are constantly mistreated/tortured by the company and don't get to make any decisions of their own. Also tend to call out other fans "for not being real fans" if they don't join in on the concern.' like literally i read some of stuff some (emphasis on SOME) fkt fans say and it literally is like. i have played these games before!

and listen i'm not gonna pretend i know much of anything abt that company. i'm new here as it is and i really don't pay attention to any other actors or shows or whatever to compare it to so im deffo not the authority in this regard!

but all that said i 1000% get the impression that there are some fans that kinda... infantilise fkt when it comes to their work. like they have no choice or agency and gmmtv are keeping them locked in a basement somewhere. and i do believe that the majority of them mean well (altho i do think a lot of them want/expect way too much from fkt but i'll get to that), but it's almost as if they forget they're grown men who are more than capable of advocating for themselves. i mean fucking hell, was it not them aggressively advocating for themselves for years that got them put on a show together in the first place? first and khaotung are clearly not people who have difficulty going after what they want, esp when together. i've heard that fkt are notoriously picky about which scripts they accept, which doesn't sound to me like people who are really being neglected by their company. neglected actors don't get the luxury of being picky about jobs. neglected actors are lucky to get any jobs.

(and this goes for events and stuff too, which is a common gripe i've seen. in my opinion - and this is just mine! - people who take their acting as seriously as first and khaotung may not want to take loads of events where they're essentially glorified salesmen. and i mean that with no shade bc make that bag always, but as i see it that's all those events are - extra money in their pockets. i can't see how they would do anything for their career really. and doesn't it just make sense that if they're picky abt their jobs that would also extend into events and stuff too? like? i mean ppl are free to disagree w me on this bc this is just my opinion but yknow. i just think ppl make this into a bigger thing than it is)

and funnily enough i also saw a thread on twt the other day abt how fkt are much bigger internationally than they are in thailand. the shows they've opted to do (again, opted, bc they have a choice) are shows that allegedly don't appeal to a domestic market like most other gmmtv shows do. and so, no matter how you or i might feel abt it, from a business pov it makes sense that they might not be getting the opportunities some other actors might be getting if there simply just isn't demand for it domestically. which sucks, but if that's how it is, that's how it is.

and don't get me wrong i completely get viciously advocating for your faves ok? im an army. for half of bts' career fans were all they had. but sometimes that advocacy becomes a) kinda ridiculously demanding given the context and b) almost condescending. or very condescending sometimes. this goes for bts and fkt both. and while it's all well and good wanting things for them, all i'm saying is let's not forget that they are grown men who are not new to this business. not to mention the fact they have a known track record of advocating for themselves, or the fact that they enough scripts coming their way to be able to be picky, or the fact that already have a new show lined up. first has two even! and a show currently airing! and a cameo that just aired like last week! and another one we know is coming! like my god these are not men who are hurting for work rn.

and in my humble opinion, coming to learn about this industry relatively recently, i think ppl expect too much from these actors overall. i think a lot of them - fkt included - work a hell of a fucking lot actually. i think demanding much more is just selfishness. if im honest. like yes it's nice to see them doing events and stuff. but it's not necessary. and i'll be honest! would i like more interviews and magazines and things like that? sure! but like i said if the demand isn't there, neither will the offers be. that's just the reality of what it is! i'm not going to be sending trucks about it lmfao

the bottom line is this: i'm not saying gmmtv do or don't neglect them. i don't have enough information to have a strong enough opinion one way or the other. but from the outside looking in they seem to be doing just fine. they've got work. they've seemingly got money. and like i said, they're grown men. this is their careers. if they have issues with one thing or another, i trust that they will address those issues as they see fit between themselves and their company. until the day that first and/or khaotung themselves express unhappiness or discontentment, i will take them at face value and believe that they're happy w the way things are. bc literally who tf am i to tell them they should be doing anything different?

[starshideurfics]

Off the Deep End - part three

part one - part two

steddie, omegaverse, scentmates, high school, poor parental communication

Steve and Eddie are allowed to stay out until 12:30 on New Year’s Eve—long enough to kiss at midnight, say their (Steve’s) goodbyes, and get home.

Eddie already has a decent number of buyers lined up, knows Steve will disappear with Nicole for five minutes when they arrive so they can say how pretty the other looks and get their beers together. It’s one of Steve’s little party rituals, and Eddie is grateful for it. He’ll be using that time to step into whoever’s dad’s study to hand out all his pre-sales.

He’s only got a bit left to sell after that—Rick didn’t have any extra for him—and Eddie goes to find Steve in the kitchen, grabbing his own beer and sliding an arm around his boyfriend’s waist. Then he lets his mind wander a bit as Steve talks about sports until someone turns up the music.

Steve drags him downstairs to dance, working himself up as he works up a sweat. Eddie can smell how needy he is, even over the crush of sweaty bodies and teenage pheromones in the stuffy basement. “You okay, Baby?” Eddie asks in his ear as “Come On Eileen” plays over the speakers.

“Want you ta fuck me,” Steve pants back, pressing tight to Eddie’s body. “Feel empty.”

“Let’s fill you up.” Eddie nips at Steve’s ear and takes his hand, pulling him off to find an empty room.

It takes long enough that they end up upstairs in an en suite bathroom. Eddie locks the door behind them and tugs Steve’s jeans down to his ankles. He waits with his hands on the waistband of Steve’s panties. “Want my tongue or my cock, Stevie?”

“Wan’ yer knot,” Steve slurs, desperate.

“Can’t knot you here, Baby. You know that.” Eddie kisses his cheeks, apologizing with touch. “Probably should keep my cock in my pants.” Steve whines at that. “I know, Honey, I know. Not gonna leave you empty.”

Finally, he pulls down Steve’s panties and guides him to sit on the edge of the tub, kneeling between his spread legs. Eddie starts with his mouth, licking all over, and shoves two fingers into his fluttering hole. Making Steve come is easy for Eddie after all his practice, and he hums around Steve’s little cock as his pussy pulses around his fingers.

Eddie cleans them both up, getting Steve back into his jeans, and holds his cuddly, post-coital omega close.

They post up on a couch, Steve in Eddie’s lap, until Carol Perkins catches Eddie’s eye over Steve’s head.

“Baby, need you to scoot, I gotta piss.”

Steve’s arms wrap tighter around his neck. “Take me with you,” he whines.

“Can’t carry you. I need my hands.”

Steve pouts for a second, then gets distracted when he hears a loud giggle, followed by, “Jason, stop!” come from the kitchen. He goes to investigate, so protective of his fellow omegas, and Eddie’s of half a mind to follow him. But Steve’s able to handle himself, and the sooner he’s done with Perkins, the sooner he can get back to Steve.

But she tries to haggle, offers to let Eddie look at her boobs, “Since Harrington’s barely got any tits,” and before he can tell her to shove it she’s lifted her shirt, showing him pale breasts with puffy, pink areolae.

“What the fuck?”

Eddie panics at the hurt in Steve’s voice, tells Perkins that she and Hagen are cut off, and runs out of the tiny bathroom.

He finds Steve tugging on the door of the bedroom where they left their coats. Obviously, someone locked it to hook up in there and Eddie prays it isn’t on top of their stuff. “Baby, that wasn’t—”

“Don’t fucking ‘Baby’ me!” Steve cries, more hurt than angry. “What the fuck, Eddie?”

“I didn’t want her to do that!”

“Why not? Carol’s got nice tits.” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I only like your tits, Steve. You have the best tits.”

“Then why were you alone in a bathroom with Carol Perkins?”

“Because I was selling her weed!”

“Why?”

“Because I do that now!” Eddie realizes he’s shouting, he doesn’t want to be shouting. Quieter, he adds, “The money’s good, it doesn’t get in the way of my time at Thatcher… I just…”

“You didn’t want me to know.”

“Your dad is gonna kill me.”

“He doesn’t need to know.”

“Steve.”

“Eddie.”

“I didn’t want to look at Carol’s boobs.”

“I know.”

The sound of the bedroom door unlocking startles them, and Tina Nelson comes out grinning, followed by a sheepish Sam Jankowski.

“I wanna get out of here,” Steve murmurs. “Can we go to the quarry instead?”

“Sure, Baby. Whatever you want.”

Eddie sets an alarm on his watch so he can be sure to kiss Steve at midnight.

💦💦💦

After New Year’s Steve stops accepting invitations to parties. Nicole’s the one who sent Steve looking for Eddie, to find him in a compromising position with Carol. He’s done with it.

Eddie doesn’t even try to convince Steve to give Nicole a second chance. Says taking a break might be good.

But it does mean Eddie needs new places to deal. There’s the picnic table where he and Steve makeout when they cut class. A bench down by Lake Jordan. Skull Rock, where he and Steve go to makeout—and a couple times, to fuck.

But they’re all private enough. Good places to meet customers.

And since Steve only has morning swim practices, he’s there, keeping Eddie company while he waits. Sometimes he does his homework, but he usually has a magazine—one of his mother’s Cosmos—and a Tab cola—also his mother’s. And he looks down his pointed nose at most of Eddie’s buyers.

“Baby, you don’t need to give everyone the stink-eye just because Perkins is a bitch and Nicole is a snake. No one else is stupid enough to try anything,” Eddie says one afternoon at the picnic table, wrapping his arms around Steve’s middle and kissing his neck.

Steve just keeps glaring after Tina.

Once she’s out of sight, Steve turns in Eddie’s arms and kisses his mouth. His hands rest on Eddie’s chest, and Steve slowly drags them down, along with the zip on his jacket.

“Show it to me again,” Steve whispers.

“Baby, it’s freezing out,” Eddie whines, nuzzling at his cheek.

“Puppy, please!”

Steve pouts. He kisses Eddie again. “Wanna see it.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and smiles. “Okay, Baby.” He slides an arm out of his jacket and flannel, rolls up the sleeve of his t-shirt. Still red with irritation is “Stevie” on his right bicep, the i dotted with a heart.

Steve traces a finger gently over it, smiles that secret smile that is just for Eddie, and kisses his neck. “Love you, Puppy.”

“Love you too, Baby. To the moon and back.”

💦💦💦

Eddie takes Steve to his driver’s test on his sixteenth birthday. He passes easily in Wayne’s pickup truck, and Eddie lets him drive wherever he wants afterwards.

Steve drives them all the way to Chicago. They walk around the city holding hands, get hot dogs from a cart.

Eddie drives them home.

He doesn’t drop Steve off at home until after 11:30. His father is waiting up for him. “Your mother and I had no idea where you were,” he starts, voice raised.

“Nothing happened! I’m home safe!” Steve groans, trying to get past him and go upstairs.

“That isn’t good enough, Steven! You know the rules; you aren’t supposed to go anywhere without letting us know.”

“I’m not a pup anymore! I passed my license test, I thought you wanted me to be able to drive myself to school!”

“To school, not all over creation with your trailer trash boyfriend!”

“You promised not to call him that!”

“And you promised to let us know where you went! Christ, Steven! I still don’t know where you’ve been all day.”

“I’m home, it’s fine. Nothing happened, we were just hanging out.” Steve rubs at his eyes. “I’m going to bed.”

“We’re talking in the morning, Steven.”

Talking in the morning means an ultimatum. Steve’s parents already bought him a car; they do want him to be able to drive himself to school, and Richard’s work is going to take him out of town more and more now.

“You want the keys, you’re going on longterm birth control.”

“Mom! What?”

“I want to be able to trust you, Steven. This is how I trust you.”

“I’m being careful,” Steve moans, suddenly sullen.

“It only takes one time, Steven. Especially in your circumstances.” His mother rubs at her eyes, pinches the bridge of her nose. “We want what’s best for you.”

Steve hides his face in his hands. “Mo-om!” he whines.

“I’ve already made the appointment. You’ll get an IUD, and you will not share your heat with anyone—”

“I’m only ever sharing it with Eddie!”

“Not until you’ve graduated, you aren’t!” His dad finishes, face red.

Steve waits a long minute, breathes hard, trying to calm himself. He wishes he were in his nest, surrounded by safe scents. But it feels like he can’t argue this one. “Fine,” he huffs. “When’s the appointment?”

“Tomorrow.”

Steve growls, a pathetic little thing, all his omega throat can manage. “You had this planned! How long have you—”

“Since we bought the car, Steven.” His father pushes himself up and away from the table.

Steve has a feeling it’s been the plan since his presentation… But he’ll do it if it means he can still see Eddie outside of school hours.

The next day Steve drives over to Eddie’s after his appointment, a hot water bottle strapped to his lower abdomen.

💦💦💦

Eddie gets Steve set up on the couch and goes to refill his hot water bottle. “Do you want a Coke or something?” he asks, and Steve moans in response. “That a no?”

“No bubbles.”

“Water?”

“No, just get back in here.”

“Okay!” He dries off the rubber of the bottle and jogs to the couch. Curling around his cramping boyfriend, Eddie sets the bottle back in place, and drops a kiss to Steve’s bonding gland.

“No,” Steve moans again.

Eddie freezes. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“A doctor inserted a T-shaped wire into my uterus without any painkillers,” Steve deadpans. His scent is sharp from more than the pain, but he lets Eddie scoop him into his lap, and turns to seek the alpha’s neck on his own. “Steve, this is more than the cramps, but that’s bullshit about the painkillers.”

“It is. I cried and the nurse said I needed to tough it out… That it would be over soon enough… The doctor just told me to hold still or it would take longer. What a bitch.”

Eddie feels tears against his neck, and he can’t stop the whine that escapes his throat. He tightens his hold around Steve’s chest. “Such a bitch,” he agrees, nuzzling at Steve’s hair.

“But now we don’t need to be as careful…” Eddie murmurs, his mouth dipping lower to kiss below his ear. “Save us money on condoms.”

Scent turning sweet at that, Steve leans back to look Eddie in the eyes. “Oh yeah?” He flashes Eddie his first genuine smile since he arrived.

“Yeah, Baby. I can finally come inside you, get your sweetness all over my knot—”

Steve stops his mouth with kisses, nipping at his lower lip, only to be hit with another cramp. He collapses against Eddie’s chest with a whine. “That’s what I want, when it stops hurting,” he whispers.

“Okay.” Eddie rubs Steve’s back, makes sure the hot water bottle is properly in place, and kisses his cheek. “For now, do you wanna watch TV?”

Steve nods against his shoulder, fingers curling in Eddie’s flannel. He lasts about fifteen minutes before he falls asleep.

It’s gotten dark by the time Steve wakes up, still safely in Eddie’s arms. His belly still aches from the cramps, but the nap helped. “How’re you feeling, Baby?” Eddie asks softly as Steve wriggles in place.

“Better,” Steve hums, pushing himself up. “Gotta pee.”

“Are you hungry now?” Eddie asks. “Or, I guess, do you feel up to eating something?”

“Yeah!” Steve calls from the bathroom, grimacing at the darkness of his piss. He washes his hands and then splashes water on his face, like maybe he’ll absorb some through his skin.

He comes out to Eddie in the kitchen, making the only thing he knows how to make all that well: scrambled eggs. Steve steps in to help, making toast and pouring orange juice into mugs. But eggs take more time, and Steve comes up behind Eddie, arms going around his waist. “This is nice,” Steve murmurs, “Domestic.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, Puppy. Real nice.”

“It is,” Eddie agrees. He dishes up the eggs, tosses the toast onto the plates, and turns off the burner. “I think there’s some jam in the fridge…”

“I already checked, you’re out. Butter is fine.”

Eddie blushes and carries the plates to the table. Steve follows with their mugs.

Eating together at the table is even more domestic, and Steve feels something warm curl up inside his chest. He wants this all the time, wants everyone to know that he’s got the best alpha.

He stabs at his eggs and mumbles, “Wan’ you to mark me.”

“Pretty sure your dad would actually kill me if I bit you, Baby. And then what’s the point of the IUD?” Eddie returns, knowing exactly what he means.

But he hasn’t made the same leap of logic that Steve has. “More than one way to mark me,” Steve says, hand moving instinctively to cover the now-healed tattoo on Eddie’s arm.

“Pretty sure your dad would kill me for that, too. And your mom would kill me for, I dunno, ‘marring your perfect skin.’”

“They don’t need to know.”

“Steve. How are you gonna hide a tattoo?”

“Make it small… Have it somewhere my swimsuit covers. It’d just be for the two of us.”

“Steve.”

Eddie gives up on talking Steve out of the tattoo idea pretty quickly. He tries to pivot, offering an alternative for the time being. “At least until after your next heat, so you don’t get an infection…”

Steve agrees, pulling down his waistband so Eddie can draw a heart in magic marker over his hip bone, adding an E to the center. Once it dries, he presses a kiss to the mark, promising to redo it once a week.

Purring his pleasure, Steve pulls Eddie to his feet. “Thank you, Puppy.”

[iaminlovewithagingermilf]

Lyall and remus complex relationship kills me every time | cry! cry! cry! cry!

“I WAS FIVE! Five and lying in a pool of my own blood, holding my own body together!” Remus feels crazy, he feels angry. Yelling at his father, like the monster he believes him to be.

“Trying not to move so I didn’t spread my blood around, trying to make sure it wasn’t an inconvenience for you to have to clean it up!” Lyall stares at him with wide eyes in silence, rubbing roughly at the middle of his chest.

Remus hopes that’s because his words make him ache. He hopes they scar so that for once, Remus can look at his father and find some sort of resemblance between them.

“I would wait for hours for you to build up the courage to come and get me out of the fucking basement that you locked me in! So scared of facing the monster you created. And yes, I remember that part. The part where it was YOUR FUCKING FAULT!” His eyes burn from the tears in his eyes begging to fall, something about Lyall’s stricken face making him feel fragile.

“Do you know what it’s like, to have to sit and wait to break every bone in your body? To know that that is just something I have to deal with for the rest of my life? It is paralyzing.” Remus’s voice comes out ragged, the sound of his sobs intertwining with his words.

“I have to choose to live once a month, choose to breathe despite every bone in my body resenting me for it. And that’s because of you, my dad.”

“Remus I-“

“No! No, I don’t want to hear it! You are much better at being silent than you ever have been at being a father, so I implore you to stick to where your talents lie and leave me the fuck alone.” Remus walks away then, leaving Lyall alone with the pain he has caused.

And despite the headache and guilt creeping inside him, he feels absolved. Relieved to finally seen as a person who’s been hurt, instead of a monster to be hidden.

Or he would have, if any of this just happened.

It didn’t of course. Remus isn’t the type of person who’s allowed to express his anger. To scared that it will prove everyone right about him, that he’s a monster.

He can break his body open over and over, as long as he doesn’t crack and show the world what’s in his mind.

Oh, he’s allowed to be graceful, he’s allowed to be happy as long as it’s done quietly. Or he’s expected to be, because why would a monster be anything but grateful for having a life he clearly doesn’t deserve?

So instead of saying what he wants to, he zones back into the real conversation. The one where his father tells him he’s drawing too much attention to himself. That his friends are too reckless for him, and he should cut them out before he gets too attached. The conversation where he tells Remus he’s not trying hard enough.

Remus sits there, taking it silently; and tries not to get too caught up in the fantasy of being heard without consequence.

[musings-of-a-rose]

A vampire Benny and werewolf Benny! Can you make more or more stories spiraled off what you have? Those left me thirsty for more. Especially, werewolf Benny! 🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️

Hunter's Moon

Pairing: Werewolf Benny x f!reader (established in Closer, linked in notes)

Word Count: 2100+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Anon, I had some vampire Benny ideas too but since you loved werewolf Benny in Closer, I decided to do a little one shot of those 2!

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Fic this one is set in: Closer

“You seem restless tonight baby, are you ok?” I place my hand on his thigh as it continues to bounce. 

“Hhmm? Oh. Yeah. I’m fine.”

I shift my head up from where I had been laying against his chest to look up at him. “You know I know when you’re lying, right?”

“That’s not a bond thing.”

“No, that’s an I know you thing. What’s up?”

He sighs and looks down at me, kissing my forehead. “Just a hunter’s moon tomorrow night. Has me all jittery.”

“What’s a hunter’s moon mean to wolves?”

He’s quiet for a few moments. “It’s uh…well we sort of change and um…look for a…mate.”

Ah. “Oh. Like on a hunt?”

He nods. “Yeah I guess. But I already have you. It’s just…hard not to feel the pull.”

I sit up and shift to face him on the couch. “What pull? What’s it feel like?”

Benny takes a deep breath, his eyes unfocused as he thinks. “You know how I always feel more compelled to shift on a full moon?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“Well…it’s like that but a lot more intense. The desire to…do you really want to hear all this?”

I smile at him and take his hand, squeezing it. “It’s you. And I want to know all of you.”

“Fair enough.” He clears his throat. “Like I said it’s like a regular full moon but more intense. The desire to…chase and find a mate to…”

“Make pups with?”

Benny can’t help but chuckle. “Exactly, yeah. It doesn’t always end in pups though. Often it’s just about a bond. Finding a mate. Even if it’s for that one night. But I have you. I’ll be fine. Just gotta shake it off.”

Shake it off. When has that ever worked for werewolf things?

“Can I help?”

Benny shakes his head. “I don’t think so. But thanks, sweetheart.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips and I don’t know if it’s our bond amplifying it, but I can feel him practically vibrating off the couch. 

“I’ll be home for dinner tomorrow. Gotta stop by Bill’s to make sure that tractor of his is still working. And then I’ll just…lock myself in the basement or something.”

“You sure you don’t want to join your pack?”

Benny shakes his head. “Nah. I want to be with you.” He pushes my head gently back towards his chest as we resume watching whatever is on the tv, my brain rapidly working on a plan to help him.

—----

My heart pounds in my chest as I run through the woods, grateful for the many acres that came with my homestead when I took the vet position. I had stowed the atv a bit back, opting to go on foot the rest of the way. Any moment now, Benny should be getting home and finding my note I’ve left him on the table.

Come and get me.

I know he’ll find me and probably fairly quickly, considering our bond and his heightened senses. But that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun. I press my back to a tree trunk, my chest rising and falling rapidly while I try to catch my breath. In the distance, I hear a howl, making my bond marks feel warm. 

He’s coming. 

I give myself a few more breaths before I shove off the tree, heading towards the top of this hill that’s slowly trying to kill me. This will be nothing for Benny, however, his large, padded paws will scale this like it’s nothing. Still, I manage to struggle to the top, my hands on my knees as I look around. The moon is bright and full, casting a faint glow around the small clearing ahead. I head through the trees and just make it into the clearing when I hear him, large and heavy paws thudding the ground up the side of the hill. Shit, that’s a lot faster than I anticipated. But then…silence. As I stand in the clearing, looking towards where I came from, I see nothing. I know he’s around, I can feel it. I can feel the tether between us. The wind stills, the night animals growing silent, making my beating heart sound extra loud. If I wasn’t bonded and completely in love with Benny, I would be terrified out of my mind right now. 

A flash of movement from the corner of my eye and I’m running in the opposite direction, pushing my way past the trees on the other side of the clearing, further into the woods. I can hear him behind me, shoving past trees, panting hard, a howl emanating from him. He’s making all of this sound so I hear him on purpose. I know because I’ve seen him move nearly silent. I see another clearing up ahead and I push myself a little harder, a stitch in my side nearly taking me out. But then I’m through the trees, running towards the other side. A sudden, soft nip at my ankle sends me flying, my hands slamming into the ground just inside the clearing. I turn as quick as I can, still on my ass, hands behind me as I crab walk backwards, my eyes scanning the trees.

When I’m a quarter of the way into the clearing, I see him. Benny’s wolf form is large and formidable, nearly 9ft tall when he’s not hunching over, the moonlight shining brightly against his golden fur. He slowly slinks into the clearing, his eyes deadset on me. His massive form somehow squeezes past the last tree when the air around him starts to shimmer and move, like too many things happening at once. Benny, in his gloriously naked human form, doesn’t miss a step, his eyes dark with lust as he stalks towards me. I’m momentarily stunned by how gorgeous he is. Then I remember I’m supposed to be running from him. I scramble up and turn, running as fast as I can for the trees. I only make it halfway across the clearing when his fingers tangle in my hair, yanking me back against him, his other hand snaking around my front as he exposes my neck to him.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” His voice is low, his breath fanning down across my exposed neck. 

I try to struggle against him, halfheartedly because fuck I am so turned on. “Trying to get away from y-you,” I’m still trying to catch my breath, but it’s difficult to focus with him pressed against my back, hard and wanting. 

“Well now, we can’t have that sweetheart.” Benny grips my dress and in one swift yank, rips it in half from my body, my bra quickly following. I try to move but his grip in my hair tightens and I go nowhere. His hand slides in the front of my panties, a low growl coming from his throat when he feels how wet I am. My panties are quickly tossed aside, joining my dress somewhere in the night. 

“Run,” he whispers in my ear, releasing his hold on me. I do as he says, running as fast as I can towards the trees again. But then I feel him behind me and I trip, putting my arms out to stop myself from slamming into the ground. But I don’t hit the ground, Benny’s arm winding around me to soften my blow. The second my knees hit the ground he’s on me, pressing his body over mine. He leans over me, engulfing me with his entire presence, nipping at my ear. 

“Mine,” he growls, sitting back up, digging his nails into my hips as he pushes himself inside me, pulling my hips back at the same time. I cry out, my fingers gripping at the grass and dirt as he fucks me from behind, fast and hard, my bond markings feeling like they’re on fire, but the kind of fire that goes straight between my legs. His grunts and skin on my skin are the only sounds echoing across the clearing.

He pushes me flat into the dirt, my hips angled just enough for him to continue fucking into me. His hands trace down my body, gripping my wrists and putting them above my head. But then he laces his fingers with mine, checking in with me and I squeeze his hand back, letting him know I’m ok. 

“Fuck!” He grunts in my ear, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he cums, warmth filling me up as his hips sputter. He drops his forehead to my shoulder, breathing heavily for several moments. He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder before sliding out of me, pulling away from me and allowing me to breathe. 

I just stay in that position, breathing heavy. But then he touches me, a long finger sliding up me until it expertly locates my clit, gently massaging it. I moan into the ground as the fire quickly builds. When he bites my asscheek I come, gasping and panting as he works me through it. I come down, breathing heavy and manage to sit up, turning to look at him and notice him getting hard again. He looks at me looking at him and the air around him starts to shift again, his wolf form seemingly popping out of nowhere. He takes a massive step towards me, using his nose to push me on my back. He shifts my legs open with his nose, baring me to him and the night. He lowers his head and licks me gently, and it’s only after the third pass of his tongue that I remember it has healing powers. A few licks later and he’s done, the soreness I felt a moment before completely gone. The air changes and there he stands again, in all his naked beauty. He offers me a hand and pulls me up, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips before pulling back, his eyes dark and lustful again. 

“Run.”

—----

I don’t remember how many times we fucked that night, or how we got back to my house, only that I slept until late afternoon the next day. Benny, with his superhuman hearing, comes in the room with a tray of food, a tentative smile on his face. We hadn’t really exchanged words last night, letting both of our primal sides come out instead. 

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” He stands next to the bed awkwardly, like he’s unsure of himself. 

I gesture to set the tray down on the nightstand and he does. I beckon him to me and his eyes light up, immediately sliding into the blankets. He lays his head on my bare chest, his hand coming up to idly play with my nipple. Which does nothing to quell the heat between my thighs. 

“I’m great, Benny. Really. Did…how are you?”

He turns his head to look up at me, his eyes bright blue and wide. “I didn’t hurt you did I? I tried not to. I healed you after. But that moon just does things, and fuck you’re so hot, and I just couldn’t stop. It was like…”

“Like a pull you’ve never felt?” I finish for him.

He nods. “Yeah. Like I couldn’t not be inside you.”

“I felt the same way. I needed you to be with me, inside me, whatever. I just needed you to touch me.”

“It was probably the moon. It makes us all feel like putting babies in our mates. You probably felt it because of our bond.”

“Or maybe I felt it because I have a fucking hot ass husband who loves to turn me on.”

“Hhmm…” he says, his hand sliding down between my legs as they part for him, a gasp coming from me as he starts to slide his finger up and down me. “Is that so?”

“Mmhmm, y-yeah,” I whisper, my breathing getting more rapid as he swirls his finger around my clit.

“Well if that’s the case, sweetheart…” Benny removes his hand and starts to slide himself between my legs, winking at me before he disappears under the sheet. 

“Today is all about you, sweetheart.” His voice is slightly muffled by the sheet.

“Benny, you don’t have to-”

“I was talking to this pretty pussy here. Now, let me make up for all the thrusting I did last night.”

—---- 

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[khuuxu]

I've been playing a lot of stardew valley and now I REALLY want to draw Blue Lock x Stardew Valley

(I have so many ideas to draw fjekkfjf check tags)

[killjoy-prince]

DAYBREAK MENTION FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 65 CHAPTERS!!! BABYGIRL I MISS YOUUUU

[hauntedwizardmoment]

we keep talking about the clones on game changer but we fail to realize that they do frequently find themselves in an escape room (jace has locked them in the basement and forgotten/refused to unlock the door multiple times so they had to find another way out)

[luminique]

i miss my husband, wriothesley.

[mnlssnight]

I started exploring Ashley Greene & Jackson Rathbone's filmography, and so many of them make me go "yep that's a modern jalice material right there"

[grandwretch]

everyday i think about about how k. a. applegate was like im going to write a child soldier who is completely brainwashed by his militaristic society and he believes in eugenics and is an asshole and im going to make you love him more than you have ever loved a fictional character because to you he is everything that he hates and then because love is not enough to deprogram what his society has done to him im going to kill him for it

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: KILLING FLOOR by Lee Child.

This isn't a genre I typically read; HOWEVER!: my dream agent was on an episode of the Writing Excuses podcast about beginnings, and they said this one is Very Good, so I borrowed my dad's paperback copy to give it a whirl.

I'm low-key hoping this will help me sort out some Genre Issues™ I suspect I'm having with a writing project, too, which is a nice added bonus! Excited to see how this goes.

[widowshill]

gm woke up thinking about this scene

[endious]

Please! I need to know your deranged Jeff thoughts

I WILL GIVE THEM TO YOU !!

i say it everytime somebody shut me up !!!!! but hes so disgusting that it becomes hot.

“i wanna fucking kill you, you’d like that wouldn’t ya, doll? if i just, haah, just killed you now and let you die to the feeling of me fucking you stupid.” he’s gross im kicking my feet and giggling.

“keep strugglin’, it turns me on, makes me— ngh, yeah keep screamin’ just like that. it makes me harder, doll.”

have i ever mentioned he steals your clothes when you arent aware ?? bcus he does. and then he jerks off with them while looking at photos of you he’s taken over the week. he returns the panties, but they’re soiled with his cum so imagine how surprised you are when you reach into your drawers that morning and feel something sticky and wet on your underwear? he’s literally so sick i could keep going but this the most recent thoughts in my fucked up head

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mm. so with that across the way from nancy's house being family house,

dire maria vc: so you mean to tell me my friends were quite literally stepping stones away from where i was being kept and left huh-