#Alex needs a hug ffs

[trash-panda1987]

Yes this takes up most of my brain all of the time.

instead of being asleep like I should be I’m thinking about how Peter was too late to save Scott’s brother Alex and his own half-sister Nina all within hours of each other and how much guilt and grief he must feel over not making it in time (and then feeling even worse because how dare he be upset when—in his mind—he’s the one to blame)

[doctor-dusk]

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

he showed you that movie theaters were not made exclusively for watching movies.

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), piv, public sex. can't remember any more warnings beside these ones.

word count: 7.6k

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ffs 7.6k words i'm gobsmacked- i ended up getting too excited, but uuuugh, i loved writing this part. i hope you like it :3

of course you accepted. 

however, as much as you wanted to see him, you were hesitant. you had never seen him other than via video call, and you were somewhat paranoid about people you met on the internet. so, you two agreed to meet at a movie theater, which was usually full and where you felt safe for a first date.

it was saturday night and you told your parents that you were going to the movies with your best friend. well, if you were paranoid, your parents were much worse than you. you couldn't simply throw them a ‘i'm going out with a guy i met online’.

but to be on the safe side and to maintain your own safety, you notified your best friend, giving her the address of the movie theater and saying that if you weren't home by midnight, she should call the police.

you were very nervous, of course. numerous scenarios running through your head. possibilities of everything going very right or very wrong. but you were already there. 

leaning against the cold wall outside the movie theater, watching the little movement on the street. usually on the date of a film's premiere, the frenzy is imminent. lines of cars on all sides of the avenue and more queues to buy tickets and get in the rooms. but now, it's calm. so calm.

you looked at your phone, checking the time. you scheduled it for 8pm, there were exactly 7 minutes left. you were too anxious, at 5pm you were already taking your shower and at 6:40pm you were ready. but you made sure to dress up well for the occasion. you could already expect the shower of compliments he might give you, like “oh, i love your dress. take a little spin for me” or “you smell so good”. something that would be very “alex” to say.

your cell phone vibrated, indicating that a message had arrived. in a rush, you rummaged through your purse, thinking it was a message from him.

“did he arrive?” you let your eyebrows fall when you saw it was a message from your best friend.

“not yet.” you answered, trying to sound optimistic. there is still time, he could arrive at any moment. your stomach was churning with anxiety, you resisted the urge to bite your freshly painted wine nails.

she didn't say anything else and neither did you, closing your hand around your phone and supporting your body weight on your other leg while you placed one hand on your waist.

you looked around once more, taking a few steps ahead, not having a right direction to go. you're bored. distracted. nervous. anxious. like you’re going to explode like a dynamite. you needed to relax your mind a little. 

you took a few steps closer to the parking lot, seeing how empty it was. you could count 8 cars there and 3 motorcycles. better, 4 motorcycles, since one was just arriving through the adjacent entrance. 

your eyes followed that motorcycle until it stopped, parking in the reserved space. it wasn't that dark despite some broken light bulbs in the parking lot, but you could recognize that the model of the bike was a kawasaki. maybe a W800. not that you're an expert, but do you remember that your uncle had a motorcycle just like that. he said he loved the motorcycle more than his own wife. isn't it surprising that they have divorced.

back to what you're seeing, the motorcyclist got off after placing the motorcycle's foot on the ground, securing it so that the motorcycle remained upright and without any risk of falling. the black leather jacket hugged his body just right, the dark jeans didn't seem to be that tight on his lower body, just accentuating the curves of his thighs. and wow, what an ass. 

his back was turned the whole time. he carefully removed his helmet, combing his hair back, but he didn't seem satisfied with the result when he looked at his own reflection in a car window. so, he pulled out a small comb that was in his back pocket, combing his hair back until he thought it looked presentable enough, slicked back to the last hair.

he put the comb inside his pocket and pulled out his phone from the front pocket. your heart raced. coud be him?

your phone vibrated in your hand. you looked at the screen, a message from alex popped on your screen.

‘’i’m here.’’

you froze in place, like your feet were glued on the floor. you looked back at the exact moment he turned around.

yeah, it was him.

fuck, fuck, fuck. it was him.

alex was more intimidating in person. not in a bad way, though. 

he wasn't that tall. but well, you didn't expect him to be as tall as a lamppost either. he was tall enough to make you stand on your tiptoes if you wanted to kiss him. pale skin under the streetlights, dark hair slicked back and covered in hair gel that made the shiny strands stay in place. it suited him well, although you were used to seeing him with a bit more unruly hair. but it matched his thin face, vibrant ebony eyes, thin, slightly pursed mouth. and oh, of course... the nose. the fucking charming nose. better in person. so much better.

‘’hello you.’’ he greeted you as soon as his eyes met your figure not so far from him. ‘’hope i didn't make you wait too long.’’

‘’you're here.’’ you said almost in a whisper while you put your cell phone back in your purse. you're acting a bit awkwardly, but you couldn't help it.

‘’guess i am.’’ he chuckled, standing in front of you, not knowing exactly how to greet you. he didn't want to admit that he was also nervous to see you. ‘’can i hug you?’’

‘’y-yes, of course.’’ you chuckled, watching him bend down just a little so he could hug you properly, wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you tight. you wrapped your arms around his neck, really sure that you would need to stand on your tiptoes if you wanted to be at his height.

‘’mhm, there we go. you smell so good.’’ he muttered, running his nose over your shoulder, not touching your neck. he didn't want to sound so invasive.

funny, because you've done so much over video call. and now you're here, acting awkwardly like two teenagers.

you smiled weakly. you already expected this compliment, yet you’re giggling internally. ‘‘do you like it?’’ you asked, not failing to notice that he also smelled good. something woody, accentuating the masculinity he exuded along with the freshness of the hair gel.

‘’yeah. all for me?’’ he said, taking one last deep breath before breaking the hug, letting you return to your normal posture. you chuckled, seeing him gesture with his finger for you to take a little turn. very shyly, you did so, eliciting a low whistle from him. ‘’hell, you're even better in person, i'm feeling spoiled already.’’

‘’i have to impress you, don't i?’’ you raised both eyebrows, your palms sweating as you clenched your hands against the strap of your purse.

‘’nah, that's my job. gotta impress you even more now.’’ he chuckled, putting his arm around your shoulder so you could head towards the entrance of the movie theater.

you looked over your shoulder, taking a look at the motorcycle. ‘’is that yours?’’ you pointed curiously.

‘’yep. all mine. did you like it?’’ he asked, following your gaze to the parked motorcycle. you nodded. ‘’good. i'll show you better later. if you want, i can even teach you how to drive it.’’

‘’oh, please, don't give me any ideas.’’ you chuckled, already picturing him teaching you everything, telling you the name of each component of the motorcycle, how to accelerate, or how to change gears. you could already see his big hands guiding yours on the motorcycle's handlebars.

‘’don't worry love, you'll be fine, i’ll show you everything you need to know.’’ he said, giving you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. ‘’so... do you know which movie you want to see?’’

you took a quick look at the catalog, seeing which movies were showing. none of them interested you visually speaking. you looked back at him. you didn't even need to say anything. after all, he wasn't interested in any movie either. deep down, you both knew that the movie would just be an excuse.

‘’it's ok. let's see this one.’’ he pointed to a random one, you didn't even have time to read the title because he was already holding your hand to go to the ticket office. there was no queue at all, so you didn't have to worry about that. ‘’good evening. i'll take two tickets for that movie over there.’’ he said to the clerk, who had a bored look on his face while he was fiddling with his cell phone.

you were already opening your purse to get your wallet when alex glanced at you, frowning immediately.

‘’what are you doing?’’ he asked, holding your wrist, making you stop and look at him.

‘’i'm going to…’’ you pointed to the ticket office. ‘’pay for my ticket.’’

he looked at you, almost dumbfounded. then, he laughed softly, shaking his head.

‘’none of that. leave it to me.’’ he said. you felt kind of stupid because he acted and said it like it was something unacceptable.

‘’alex, i'm used to paying for my ticket, it's ok…’’ you told him, not really caring, but he shook his head again. well, if you were stubborn, he made sure to be worse than you.

‘’used to it? damn, did those blokes made you pay for your ticket?’’ he asked, genuinely concerned, taking his wallet out of his front pocket.

you didn't answer. there was no need to answer since he was right. you had already lost count of how many bad dates you had been on and how many times you had had to pay for your ticket. it was ridiculous to think about it sometimes.

his frown softened as did his voice. ‘’not with me, hm? now be good and sit over there while i finish up here.’’ he said, letting go of your wrist and pointing to one of the cushioned chairs in the hall. ‘’do you want popcorn? soda?’’

‘’no, i'm good.’’ you answered.

‘’mints?’’ he pointed to the glass candy display. you nodded softly, deciding to accept at least a mint gum. you were already feeling weird enough for letting him pay for your ticket. it was unusual for you.

you made your way to one of the chairs, sitting there, crossing your leg while your purse rested on your lap. your phone vibrated again, and you already knew who it was.

‘’should i call the police?’’ your friend's message made you laugh softly, your fingers typing the reply quickly.

‘’you should call the fireman. god, you have no idea how hot he is.’’

she sent you a bunch of emojis, asking for more details. of course you could tell her enough, but not everything. and you wouldn't do it now.

you heard a whistle, seeing that alex was waiting for you with the two tickets in his hand. you stood up, putting your phone away and going to him. ‘’he said that the next session starts in ten minutes, we can get in there if we want.’’ he said, handing you the package with mints.

‘’good, we can find a good place to sit then.’’ you said, holding the packet of mints in your hand, not wanting to open it for now.

alex guided the way, his hand always holding yours as you made your way down the dark hallway to the dimly lit room, the large white screen seemed to hover over you as you climbed the carpeted stairs, being careful not to trip. he scanned the place, not that it was very crowded, just a few people spread out in different places in the seats. he wanted a spot that he knew no one would pay attention to you.

‘’there. sounds great?’’ he pointed to a spot in the first few chairs, right at the top. you nodded, following him until you reached the seats, he let you go first to sit in the chair on the left while he sat to your left. ‘’it's a good spot, hm?’’ he commented to you, taking a look from his point of view, seeing that it was hard for anyone to notice you there. you were sitting almost under the projector, so probably not even the projectionist would be able to see you there.

‘’mhmm, really good.’’ you said, opening the package of mints, putting one in your mouth, feeling the freshness invade your mouth almost instantly. ‘’want one?’’ you asked, handing the package to him.

he alternated his gaze between you and the package, your expecting eyes on him the whole time.

‘’yeah, but... i don't want any of those.’’ he answered and you already felt your throat close up a little. ‘’i want yours. can i have it?’’

fuck, that's it. it's your chance. don't fuck it up.

‘’yeah.’’ you answered, glancing at his arm passing over your shoulder. your stomach seemed to tie a double knot, your heart was beating so fast it felt like you were going to have a heart attack at any moment.

before your eyes could register, his lips touched yours tenderly, savoring the first contact as much as possible, like touching the grass after a rain on a calm afternoon, the smell of wet soil invading your lungs with force while you felt like a flower blooming on the first day of spring.

he was calm, but intense. you couldn't explain it, you could only feel every sensation he brought you with that simple kiss as he tried to taste your mouth when the tip of his tongue passed over your bottom lip. you let out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding when the kiss deepened, he explored the confines of your mouth as much as he could, swirling his tongue around yours, the mint candy passing from one mouth to the other in an almost frantic manner. his hand tightened on your shoulder, bringing you closer. you didn't even know what to do with your hands, keeping them gripping the arm of the seat.

you broke the kiss when you were forced to take a breath, panting softly, the candy had disappeared from your mouth, leaving only the slight burn of mint on your taste buds. but still, the taste of his kiss prevailed.

‘’wow.’’ he was the first to break the silence, running his thumb over your bottom lip, cleaning the trace of saliva from there. ‘’i think i accidentally swallowed the candy.’’

you chuckled, not really caring about it, your mind in a spiral, his kiss fresh on your lips like fresh paint. ‘’there's more here if you want it.’’ you replied, watching him shake his head slightly, his eyes drinking in your almost silhouette in the low light of the movie theater, he heard murmurs around, but nothing that took his attention away from you.

‘’maybe later, love. it was just an excuse for me to be able to kiss you.’’ he whispered, pecking your lips, making you practically beg for more as you tilted your head towards him, searching for his lips like a magnet. he let out a small chuckle. ‘’did you like it that much?’’

‘’you're a good kisser.’’ you admitted quietly. he really was a good kisser. you didn't know if it was because of your bad kissing history, but you also didn't want to burn your neurons thinking about it. you wanted his kiss again. and again. and again.

and he would be more than happy to give it to you.

he kissed you again, his lips searching for the perfect rhythm, still trying to fit together as precisely as a jigsaw puzzle. his breathing was heavy, the air exhaled through his nose and hit your cheek, the texture of his wet lips against yours brought you the feeling of being completely ecstatic as he moved his tongue, as if he was inviting yours to a slow dance.

his right hand passed over yours, his thumb lightly caressing your knuckles and fingers, sliding over the silver ring you had on your middle finger. you sighed softly when the hand that was on top of yours rested on your bare knee. before you could break the kiss again due to lack of air, a loud noise echoed through the speakers spread throughout the movie theater, startling both of you. oh, damn trailers.

‘’you good?’’ he asked, merely amused that you were startled by it, both of his hands rubbing your shoulder and knee simultaneously.

‘’yeah, just... unexpected.’’ you chuckled, feeling his lips pressing a small kiss on your forehead, giving you time to recover and maybe get in the mood again as the trailers played on the huge screen.

you felt comfortable enough to lay your head on his shoulder, the strands of your hair tickling his nose as he turned his face to place a tender kiss on the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment, inhaling the scent of your shampoo on your soft locks, almost burying his face there.

‘’i love how you smell. really.’’ he said softly, as if he was admitting more to himself than to you. he couldn't help it, as if everything inside him was succumbing to you. he didn't expect this on a first date, but he wasn't trying hard to stop it either.

‘’hm?’’ you asked, moving your head so you could look at him, waiting for him to repeat himself because you really hadn't heard, the sound of the voices from the movie forced him to speak louder or get closer to your ear.

but he didn't answer you. he kissed you instead, feeling the sweetness of your lips pressed against his. this almost made him groan, his desire increasing with each caress exchanged, with each miserable sigh you let out. the hand that was on your knee went up to your thigh, feeling more precisely how soft your skin was. the feeling stretched the smile on his lips.

‘’just the way i imagined. god, you have no idea how much i wanted to touch you like this. how much i craved this...’’ he whispered between your lips, feeling your warm breath hitting his lips. you were already numb, if you weren't sitting down, you were definitely on the floor, your senses seemed to be reduced to dust at this moment. ‘’so soft…’’ he whispered again, sinking his fingers into the warm flesh of your thigh, threatening to advance under your dress.

‘’alex…’’ you whispered back, your voice a mix of desire and nervousness. and as always, he knew it.

‘’is it okay if i touch you?’’ he asked, his head tilted back so he could look you in the eyes, seeking the assurance that it would be okay if he continued. you nodded, your desire speaking louder than any other insecurity or fear. you mentally thanked yourself for having shaved during the shower. not that you were expecting it, but... well, you were.

he kept his face close to yours, watching every single expression as his hand inched closer, your heat radiating more and more as you bit your lip in anticipation and excitement. he palmed your core, raising his eyebrows in a slight surprise.

‘’fuck, baby. soaked already. i didn't even do anything.’’ he let out in a sly tone, his fingers collecting your wetness over your panties, almost making you whine. he was delicate, he wanted to discover everything about you little by little, despite having already seen your cunt on video call. but it was different in person.

he teased you over the thin and wet material, almost feeling your folds molding in the panties, sticking and soaking even more when he found your clit, the bud marking the spot for being so swollen and needy.

instantly, it was like a switch had turned in his head. he didn't want to touch you anymore. he wanted to taste you. eat you. devour you.

you watched as he got on his knees on the carpeted floor, crawling that narrow and tight hallway just to stand in front of you. you widen your eyes a bit, getting a little alarmed by the idea.

‘’what are you going to do?’’

‘’gonna eat you out, babe. no one will see me, i promise. only you.’’ he answered, his hands going to your knees, looking up at you. your face was lit only by the movie screen, the flashes illuminating your insecure expressions more and more. ‘’need to taste you, please.’’

please. again.

your hands itched. you wanted this so much, so much. but you were also scared, a huge impasse. a voice in your head told you to go and another told you not to go. but oh, those big puppy eyes looking up at you was your undoing.

‘’okay.’’ you agreed, lifting your hips so he could take off your panties, each act increased the flow of adrenaline running through your veins, your body heated up as well as the rest of your organism as he held your knees, spreading your legs for him.

he held your panties, his fist closing around the lace, feeling the gluey wetness against his palm, making his cock twitch inside his jeans. he was hungry. so hungry for you.

‘’closer.’’ he urged, pulling your hips, leaving your ass almost off the chair, your body in a position almost lying on the armchair, your eyes wandering around before returning to him, his breath creeping up on your thigh. ‘’that's it, baby. you okay?’’ he asked, wanting one last confirmation that everything was okay with you before he continued.

‘’mhm... taste me, al. please.’’ you whispered to him, lust filled eyes looking down at him in a silent plea.

and nothing else was needed. no words, no encouragement. it was like the starting gun for alex to just bury his face between your legs, his greedy tongue sliding along your vulva, from bottom to top, collecting your juices. it was like he was tasting a drink for the first time. but it wasn't like he was eating pussy for the first time. but it was your pussy. it was different. he didn't know exactly what it was, but it was different, it made him want to get drunk, to drown in your ocean.

‘’my god, so fucking good…’’ he mumbled against your folds, moving his lips up to suck your clit, sucking so hard that you closed your legs around his head with equal force, your hands gripped the armrest of the seats until the blood stopped circulating in your hands, turning it white. “sorry, did i hurt you?” he paused, looking up at you.

“n-no, you were just... hasty.” you replied after blinking a few times, loosening the grip of your legs around his head, feeling the soft touch of his hands on your inner thighs, pushing your legs apart again, keeping his hands there to hold you in case you close them again.

“sorry. gonna take it slow for you, honey.” he apologized, feeling a little guilty for having done that on the first contact. 

but it was a little difficult for him to control himself. since he saw you last time, he had lost count of how many times he fucked his own fist imagining himself like that, rubbing his face in your pussy, sucking, licking, biting, touching every single inch of that area. it was like a personal achievement.

now, he knew he needed to take it slow. he wanted to make it good for you, to make you whimper his name and reduce you to a mess in that seat. he looked up at you, taking the sight of your scrunched face, your eyes leaving his to look around, making sure no one was looking. 

god, he had such a good tongue. you were already sure of that when he kissed you, but you really weren't expecting it to be even better as he lapped your folds calmly, but with that hint of hunger deep down. he mumbled something that you didn't even hear or try to understand, your head falling back slightly, your saliva running down your throat with difficulty. then, he tapped your thigh, catching your attention.

“can you do me a favor, love?” he asked, taking a breath that he didn't even know he needed, his lips were already starting to get swollen. “give me a mint.” he pointed to the package next to you. you looked back at him, deciphering what he was thinking of doing. “you'll like it, trust me.”

and you trusted him.

you took a candy from the package carefully, the green tiny ball stayed in the palm of your hand until you brought it to your mouth. he hummed in gratitude, feeling the freshness mixing with the taste of your pussy on his tongue. 

you felt your heart pounding against your chest, your face boiling red. he was no different, and for him it was a little worse, because he already felt that familiar feeling in the lower region, his jeans getting tighter at every moment. he wanted to release, he needed it. but he wanted to take care of you first.

his tongue meets your meaty slimy folds once again, you gasped when you felt it burn a little, but not in a bad way. it was a cooling burn, like an ice cube sliding up and down your pussy, making the mint press on your clit while he slobbered on your cunt like a starving man.

“good?” he muttered to you, looking up. you were a mess, shaking and squirming at his ministrations. 

“s-so good, please… more.” you babbled as he gave a smirk at your answer. his thumb moved to press on your clit, feeling it pulsing, craving, almost screaming his name. 

“i'm gonna ruin it.” you whispered, afraid that you would mess up his perfectly slicked back hair.

“gonna give you more, baby. your pussy is so delicious, holy shit.” his filthy mouth only sent shivers down your spine, the freshness and the eager way he eats you out made you see stars before your eyes, little twinkling dots as you felt a knot forming at the pit of your belly. you trembled, your hands gripping the arms of the seat, needing to ground yourself. “my hair, sweetie. you can grab it.” he hummed, holding your wrists, bringing your hands to his hair, the hair gel felt cool in your palms.

“i don't fucking care. make a mess, babe.” his voice sounded almost harsh as his hands returned to your plushy thighs, his sloppy tongue moving across your labia and clit, making your cunt pulse in an overwhelming rhythm.

it all seemed too much for you. the adrenaline, the hunger, the filthy words infesting your mind. your eyes rolled back as you gripped his greasy hair, a few strands falling down his sweaty forehead. you couldn't hold on for any longer.

“al, 'm gonna cum…” you choked as your hips bucked, almost like you're trying to run away from his mouth.

“fuck yes, come on my mouth, please, please…” he grunted, your words settling in his mind like a command. he grabbed your hips roughly, keeping you in place, his rolling tongue snaking through your folds and teasing your gaping entrance before your entire body shook, your back arching in the chair in an erotic way as your thighs clamped shut as you trembled, milking on his tongue.

you gasped for air, your fingers still clenching in his hair as he drank every last drop of your release, sucking it all in like he was a vacuum cleaner until he lifted his head again, his mouth coated and glistening, totally covered in you.

“fuck, i can't explain…” he breathed out. he almost came in his pants at that, as embarrassing as it was for him to admit. he wouldn't even dare palm himself now, any touch now would be dangerous and he would have a lot of work to clean it up later. “so fucking good, i swear. god, it was better than i imagined.”

you let out a breathless laugh, taking the sight of him on his knees, his forehead resting on your knee for a second as he caught his breath.

“i need to fuck you.”

a fierce blush spread over your cheeks at his words. you were never the type of person to have sex on the first date. but no, you weren't going to deny it. not when you wanted it as much as he did. not when he was different.

“and i need you to fuck me.”

the movie theater was behind you as your hurried footsteps made your way outside. your heart was beating as fast as your steps, you were even walking faster than him, his hand holding yours while the other hand still held your panties inside his closed fist. yeah, you didn't even bother to put it on. it’s not like you're going to need it now.

“motel?” he asked you. you shook your head. your adventurous spirit was at its peak now, and besides... you trusted him, but not enough to let him take you to a motel. 

“no, i was thinking about…” you said, stopping when you got close to his motorcycle. at this point, it was the only motorcycle parked there, and there were only three other cars there, all considerably far from where you were. 

“here?” he asked you, raising his eyebrows. he looked around. it was a quiet spot. it wasn't as well lit as the rest of that almost deserted parking lot. ‘’on my bike?’’ he asked again as he saw you leaning to support your weight a little on the leather seat. you swallowed a little, not knowing if he thought it was a good idea. or if he wouldn't like it.

‘’we don't have to…’’

‘’i want to.’’ alex approached you, putting his helmet on the ground near the front wheel of the bike and you did the same with your purse. he caged you between his body and the motorcycle, his arms on either side of your body, the heat of his body transmitting to yours. ‘’i just think you deserve to be fucked in a bed.’’

again, his words seemed to light a flame inside you. ‘’we can leave it for next time. i really like your bike.’’ you giggled, feeling his nose touching your cheek as he kissed your jaw. he smiled against your skin. you’re already thinking about the next time.

‘’course you did, huh? alright then. gonna fuck you from behind, what do you think?’’ he suggested, making you spin on your heels, your lower belly touching the leather seat, feeling his hard cock almost poking your ass if it weren't for the layers of clothes getting in the way. you could feel how thick he is. just like in the photos and videos.

alex didn't want to waste time. he handed you your panties so you could hold them yourself, soon having his hands free to unbuckle his belt and lower the zipper of his jeans, putting his hand inside his boxers to take out his pulsing and aching length of that tightness that felt like a prison.

he pumped his cock a few times while his other hand was lost inside his pants pocket, taking his wallet to take out a condom from inside.

‘’i can't see a damn thing.’’ he complained softly, searching for the foil package in the compartments of his wallet, finally finding it after a thorough search, ripping the packaging with his teeth and rolling it on his cock. ‘’you good?'' he asked, kissing your bare shoulder, his body molding against yours like a lego piece fitting together.

‘’mhmm, can't wait…’’ you nodded eagerly, bending your body a bit more on the motorcycle, feeling him lift the hem of your dress a bit, almost twisting the fabric as he closed his fist against it to keep it above your tailbone.

‘’such a greedy girl, huh? all shy when you saw me and now you're practically begging me to fuck you on top of my motorcycle.’’ he teased you, sliding his already condom-covered cock through your sticky folds before lining his fat tip at your entrance. ‘’are you a virgin?’’

‘’no.’’ you answered without having to think much.

‘’good.’’ he replied. not that he would have a problem if you were, but he felt like he would have to be a lot more careful. and that it should preferably be in a bed and not on top of a motorcycle.

god, you both were on fire. all the video calls, all the times he masturbated in front of the camera for you, all the nights he daydreamed about you, none of it came close to this moment. he have you, all of you, including your pussy, all to himself so he could fuck you senseless.

his tip slowly nudged and stretched you, an almost pathetic moan dared to escape your lips as you balanced yourself, letting your weight fall on the bike. he almost let a whine escape as he felt the warmth of your pussy. god, he couldn't even measure how much he wanted this, how much he had desired this since the moment he saw you.

‘’ready?’’ he asked one last time, his breath threatening to fail, his cock was already aligned, he just needed to push, your pussy was so wet from your own wetness and his spit from earlier.

‘’please…’’ you whined, looking at him over your shoulder, feeling his hand go to your waist to squeeze and bring some stability to him.

so, he didn't hold back. alex tortuously stretched your cunt as he began thrusting deliciously slowly, his bulky cock pushing past your tight gummy walls until he bottomed out.

‘’fuck.’’ he said between gritted teeth at the feeling of your pussy already clenching around him, so tightly that it was almost hard to move. ‘’sure you’re not a virgin? so fucking tight.’’

you could chuckle at his words if you weren’t trying to get used to him. ‘’you're the one who's too much for me.’’ you replied. you weren't used to this. when you saw his cock on the screen of your laptop, you knew it was big, but you didn't know you'd have to work to accommodate it, you didn't know he'd stretch you so much.

‘’easy, baby. let me in.’’ he coaxed you. ‘’shit, you're so…’’ he grunted again, swallowing thickly. he didn't know if it was because he was really horny for that moment or if it was because you were really tight. maybe both.

your hands gripped the leather of the seat, your palms sweating more as you tried to relax for him, letting alex pump his cock in and out of you, your cunt swallowing and sucking him up, almost trapping him inside you.

‘’yeah, just like this, doing so good, let me fuck you good, hm?’’ he whispered in your ear, kissing your earlobe, starting to thrust at a gradually increasing pace. he released your dress, bringing his hand to your cheek, pinching it slightly, making your skin flush where he pinched.

‘’fuck, you feel so good, so thick…’’ you gasped, your eyes getting glassy because while it felt good, it was also too much for you. he smiled cockily at your praise, holding your chin with his thumb and index finger, making you turn your face so you could look at him.

‘’yeah, baby? do you like my cock? it's so much better in person, hm? you're sucking him whole already.’’ he mumbled, pounding into your pussy with purpose. your eyes closed shut, an almost pornographic moan escaping your lips.

alex could scold you not to moan so loud because they were in public, but fuck, he liked it. he loved watching you practically cry while he fucked you dumb like he hated you. he loved praise you. and you loved being praised. not by anyone, but by him.

this was definitely the most intense, rough and nasty sex you had ever experienced. and you didn't know how much you loved it until you felt his cock filling your warm and wet cunt, you didn't know if the squeaking sound was because of the bike rocking to your rhythm or if it was your pussy that was so wet it was starting to squish.

you whimpered when his hand wrapped around your throat, the cold metal of his ring pressed right into your windpipe making you want to cough amidst your moans. his belt buckle hit your thigh, the tingling sound echoing through your ears as he thrusted hard into you, your greedy pussy was already creaming him to the brim, his abs tensed with the familiar feeling of an approaching climax.

you started to feel that pressure building right below your belly button, your knees threatening to fail, and his grip tightened on your waist, keeping you up. alex angled his hips, hitting your spot right on target, making you mewl, closing your eyes shut. he watched your face, knowing he had hit it. so he did it again. and again. and again.

‘’gonna cum for me again?’’ he asked with a satisfied smile on his lips, seeing you nodding immediately. ‘’yeah?’’' and he hitted that spot again, rolling his hips, the soft skin of your ass slapping against his pelvis, you could feel that region of him more assertively, feeling that the area had been trimmed. no pubic hair. at least not now on this first date.

‘’gonna cum for you, al, i'm gonna-’’ you stammered, almost letting a bit of saliva escape your mouth. you were so fucked up in a literal way, you could barely remember where you were and what day it was.

you clenched hard around his cock, almost making him stop. he let out a whimper. oh god, a whimper. you've heard him moan before, but they were rough, throaty moans. it was a whimper, a plea, a sign that he was getting sensitive and that he would cum at any moment, just waiting for you.

alex kissed your neck, doing his best not to leave visible marks on you, sinking inside you with lazy and sloppily thrusts, his fat tip hitting your cervix over and over again. your smell mixed with sweat felt like something heavenly, making him want to live in your skin, live inside you forever if it meant continuing to have this feeling.

your eyes rolled as you felt your orgasm hitting you like a bullet. your toes curled, your legs closed and your knees gave out as you whined, but he thrusted harder, forcing you to stand up again to finish, you squealed at how deliciously rough he was with you.

‘’wish i could fill you up with my cum, baby.’’ he groaned, his words already tying his own mind in knots, a chill ran through his body like electricity at the thought of filling you with his cum, marking you with it to the brim, and that was enough for him to cum, his hot cum shooting up your walls, being contained by the condom. you felt everything heat up even more inside you. ‘’mmm fucking hell…’’ he exhaled, his body stopping completely when he felt there was nothing left to come out, he had already emptied himself completely inside you. or rather, the condom.

you were shaking, still experiencing the aftershocks of your orgasm, feeling him loosen his grip on your throat, his fingers running through your hair, removing some from your sweaty face.

‘’are you okay?’’ he asked, searching your face. you licked your puffy pouty lips, a fucked out expression plastered on your face as a low chuckle escaped.

‘’yeah. i just need some time.’’ you admitted. he hummed in agreement.

‘’i'm gonna pull out, okay?’’ he announced softly, his hand on your waist lightly caressing you with his thumb as he disconnected from you, you hissed at the feeling. your sore pussy was already used to him as if it no longer made sense not to feel him filling you anymore. ‘’there you go, babe.’’ he cooed, massaging your lower back as you took a breath and found the strength to stand up.

he discarded the used condom, his sensitive and sticky cock was already inside his boxers. you turned around to see him, he was a fucking sight to behold. he smiled at you, a fucked out expression was also tattooed on his face along with his messy hair.

‘’what?’’ he asked, buckling his belt again.

‘’you're so hot.’’ you said almost in a whisper.

‘’uh oh. you're flattering me already.’’ he chuckled, almost shy at your compliment, circling his arms around you, caressing your exhausted body. alex kissed the top of your head, acting so delicate like he wasn’t fucking you like you’re a slut minutes ago. ‘’that was amazing, really. you are amazing.’’

you smiled, letting him spread sweet kisses over the top of your head. it wasn't like an aftercare in bed, with cuddles and a hot bath afterwards, but it was enough for you now. he was enough for you now.

‘’want some water?' i can buy some for us.’’ he asked you. you shook your head, even though your throat was dry now, you didn't want to bother him. he could sense it. ‘’you’re so stubborn.’’ he grumbled in a playful way, breaking the hug. ‘’be right back.’’

you laughed foolishly, watching him go back to the movie theater. you took the opportunity to put your panties back on, the lace panties were in your hand the whole time and you couldn't stay without your underwear all the time. alex came back with a bottle of cold water for you a few minutes later. you drank half of the bottle, leaving the other half for him. he let out a satisfied sigh when he finished, throwing the plastic bottle in the trash.

‘’can i take you home?’’

you thought about the offer. your parents couldn't even dream of seeing you arrive on a motorcycle owned by a 'stranger' but you also didn't want to turn down his ride.

‘’sure.’’ you smiled at him, accepting the ride. alex had an extra helmet that he kept under the seat of his motorcycle. not that he always took someone with him, it was more for occasional situations like this.

soon enough, you were on his bike, wrapping your arms around his waist. alex would sometimes accelerate exaggeratedly just to irritate you, your voice almost shrill amidst the frenzy of the streets telling him to slow down. he laughed and you laughed along, pinching his belly over the fabric of his shirt as you felt him speeding his bike through the streets. you loved the adrenaline, the wind cutting through your face partially covered by the helmet and the low sound of his laughter when you told him to slow down a little.

you had already hitched a ride on a motorcycle a few times, but now, somehow, it felt different. as if your body next to his warmed you up more than usual as you held on tight to him whenever he accelerated after the traffic light turned green.

and this heat got worse when you looked at him in the right rearview mirror, seeing that the helmet covered part of his face, leaving only his eyes focused on the traffic visible, his huge nose and a small part of his upper lip. you have to say that you had a certain kind of meltdown when he caught you looking at him by looking at your reflection in the mirror.

soon, he was parking his motorcycle next to your house, you asked him to drop you off a few houses earlier so as not to run any risks. deep down, you wished he would take longer to get there, but you didn't dare say it out loud as you handed the helmet back to him. there was still a hint of afterglow in the air as he put the helmet back in silence.

‘’so, did you like the movie?’’ he asked in a playful way. obviously he wasn't referring to the movie. you giggled.

‘’yeah. very much.’’ you smiled at him, feeling his arms back to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

‘’i loved it. i loved meeting you. you're so fucking prettier in person.’’ he said, taking in the sight of you under the amber streetlight.

he couldn't help but want to kiss you, making you have to tilt your face so your head wouldn't hit the visor of his helmet. you could taste yourself in his mouth, but you weren't the least bit worried about it, wanting to savor this moment before he left.

‘’i'll see you next week?’’ he asked after breaking the kiss, his face still close to yours.

‘’next week?’’ you asked, blinking a few times.

‘’yeah. there's going to be a get-together at the pub where i work next saturday.’’ he replied, making an informal invitation to you.

you needed to think a little. you didn't usually go to pubs, much less at night. you really needed to think before accepting. he smiled at you, pinching your cheek.

‘’don't worry, you'll have time to think. but the entrance is free.’’ he pecked your lips one last time. ‘’and i'll make sure to make the best margarita you've ever had in your life.’’

a/n: riiiiight. this is my first note here after post something, just a taglist for my babe 'cause she asked me to: @thenightslikeawhirlwind

(let me know if you want to be tagged too :3)

[python333]

Hey author. I loved your father's day card post. But how would L.V. , Konig and Alex react to getting father's day cards too or how would Kate and Farah react to getting mothers day cards. Anyways you don't have to write it but enjoy your day.

alejandro, könig, alex, and kate reacting to receiving father's/mother's day cards from [reader] — python333

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synopsis just as the title says, some more people receiving father's/mother's day cards! you can see the first part with task force 141 here!

relationships platonic!alejandro & gn!reader, platonic!könig & gn!reader, platonic!alex & gn!reader, platonic!kate & gn!reader.

characters alejandro, könig, alex, kate.

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], reader intended to be 16/17-20/21 but can be interpreted as older as long as they're still below 24 [just so that the hcs make more sense!], might be ooc :{

note hi anon!! tysm for the request, like ive said before ive never actually played cod (yet i write ff of them, i know) instead i watch playthroughs so im not as familiar with some of these characters, so i really hope theyre not too ooc!! i also didn't write in rodolfo or farah because i didnt know what to write for them :{ so sorry! again, this is all just straight fluff, so enjoy :3

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

➥ honestly finds it very endearing.

➥ obviously it catches him a little off guard, and he has to actually process that you gave him a father’s day card, but right after he finds it very endearing.

➥ he’s surprised but not surprised at the same time that you gave him the card.

➥ like he knows and is aware that he has a tendency of acting more paternal towards you than others, but really? you gave him a card?

➥ he won’t cry or anything but his voice will definitely waver a bit while he thanks you for the card.

➥ he’ll give you a nice hug and everything too.

➥ maybe a small kiss on the forehead if you’re lucky. maybe.

➥ he doesn’t know where to put the card at first, because obviously he’s not gonna throw it out, so he just ends up putting it in a folder and tucking that folder with the rest of the important folders he has in his office.

➥ he starts calling you things like ’cielite’ and ’pollito’ more than your actual call sign.

➥ which, the others notice, but he couldn’t care less.

➥ he’ll have the same reaction every time you give him a father’s day card, if you ever give him more than one.

➥ maybe after the tenth or twelfth one, he’ll get used to it. but otherwise he’ll have that same ‘wait, they gave me a father’s day card?’ reaction every time.

—

You stared at the card in your hand nervously, your eyes darting from Alejandro, who sat in his office unaware of your presence right outside of the door, and back to the card. It shouldn’t be that hard to give it to him—he probably wouldn’t even be that shocked. It’s not like it’s a huge deal or anything, giving the card to him, right? It’s just a card. It’s just a card.

After a few more moments of hyping yourself up to give him the card, you’d finally sighed and knocked on the door to his office. Almost immediately, Alejandro called out, “¡Entra!”

You took another deep breath and opened the door, hiding the card behind your back as you walked in and closed the door behind you. Alejandro looked up from his desk and upon seeing you, a small grin split across his face.

���Well, hello, [c/n],” He greeted you, noticing your arm that went behind your back, but not commenting on it, “Did you need something?”

“Uh…” It was like all your words had left you, but refusing to back out of this now, you simply nodded and pulled your hand out from behind your back and held the card out to him, face down so that he couldn’t read the words on the front. Alejandro looked at the card curiously and gently grabbed it, turning it around to read the front.

He mouthed the words as he read them, ’¡Feliz Día del Padre!’, and took a moment to actually process the words before his grin grew and he opened the card. He read the few, short words written on the inside, and closed the card, looking at the front once again. He stared at it for a few seconds, leaving you to just stand there and watch as he read the same sentence over and over again, before he stopped and set the card down on his desk.

Before you could question him, he stood up and hugged you tightly, making you freeze for a second before hugging him back. His chin came down to rest on your head as he hugged you, and he kept you like that for a while before pressing a small kiss to the top of your head and pulling away from the hug. He kept his hands on the sides of your upper arms, his thumbs rubbing small circles into your skin as he looked down at you and murmured, “Thank you, mi cielite, that meant a lot to me.”

“I could kind of tell,” You muttered, making Alejandro chuckle softly and look back at the card on his desk. He turned back to you and squeezed your arms gently before letting go completely.

“When did you get it?” Alejandro asked curiously, nodding to the card, “The card.”

“About a week ago.”

His eyes widened, “And you waited this long to give it to me?”

“Wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”

Alejandro scoffed, “Wasn’t sure if I’d— [c/n], I love it, it’s perfect, and I’m going to keep it forever.”

“Well I know that now.”

“I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t like it.”

“I thought you might not like it,” You clarified.

“Eso es lo mismo—” Alejandro started to argue, before letting out a huff and shaking his head, “Don’t hesitate to get me something like that ever again. I adore it.”

“Noted.”

—

KÖNIG

➥ he might actually melt into a puddle of goop.

➥ he’s usually not soft for anyone, much less paternal, but it was a completely different story with you.

➥ so when you give him that card he just straight up goes completely soft.

➥ it’s not the usual kind of soft he is with you, which is typically just him being less hard on you and calling you things like ’mäuschen’ or ’liebling’, no, this is him just straight up malfunctioning.

➥ he finds it very sweet and will protect that card forever (trust me he told me himself).

➥ if anyone dares even touch the card he’ll slap their hand away immediately and will tell them to fuck off.

➥ the only acception is maybe horangi.

➥ he’ll tear up a little bit, not enough for it to be noticeable to you but it’s definitely noticeable to him.

➥ he’s very surprised that you got him the card, doesn’t see it coming at all.

➥ he’ll definitely hug you.

➥ while he hugs you, he’ll be muttering little things like ’you’re such a sweetheart, just the sweetest thing, i definitely didn’t deserve that card, thank you so much, you’re too sweet.’ all in german on loop so all you can hear is just straight word vomit and you can barely make out the words he’s saying but you can still understand it, not from the words but from the way he tightly hugs you and the way his voice wavers and softens when he talks.

➥ he keeps the card in his office, in a locked drawer in his desk, just so that nobody can touch it.

➥ similar to alejandro, starts calling you little terms of endearment in german more than your actual call sign.

➥ it never really shocks anyone when he starts almost exclusively calling you ’mäuschen’ and ’liebling’, so if he just refers to you as one of the two, they know who he’s talking about.

—

You waited in the hall outside of the recovery room, knowing König was in there, just resting there for a few hours until he had to get to his next assignment. You looked down at the card in your hand, reading the ’Alles Gute zum Vatertag!’ on the front, and reading it again, and again, and—you need to stop stalling.

You sighed quietly and took a deep breath before opening the door to the recovery room, spotting König on one of the couches, reading a book that practically looked like a pamphlet in his hands. His eyes snapped up and over to the door where you stood awkwardly in the doorway and eventually stepped completely into the room, making your way over to the silent colonel.

He watched silently as you walked over to the couch, holding a card in one of your hands, the blank side facing him so that he couldn’t see what it said on the front. You didn’t know what to say so you just sort of stood there, awkwardly. Did I mention how awkward it was? I’ll say it again. God, it was so awkward.

Eventually, König cleared his throat and nodded to the card, looking up at you as if asking ‘what is that?’. You silently held out the card to him, hoping he would just take it so that you could run off and die in a hole so that you never had to see him again. Right as he took it, you started to do just that, slowly walking away before his hand caught your wrist and looked at you pointedly, daring you to leave.

“Don’t go yet,” He said quietly, not looking at the card yet, “Explain what you just handed to me.”

“Read it,” You replied simply, not giving him an explanation just yet. He raised an eyebrow at you and glanced back at the card in his hand before letting go of your wrist and opening the card with both hands, not bothering to read the front. His eyebrows furrow and draw together in confusion as he reads the inside, before he realizes he should probably read the front and closes the card to read the front and— oh God.

He blinked down at the words on the front for a moment, and his eyes softened almost immediately, as well as his posture. He might as well have just melted right there, like a goopy idiot, but all you could see was him softening up a bit while reading the card silently.

You waited anxiously for him to say something, anything, but instead he silently got up and set the card down onto the couch. You could barely get a word out of your mouth before he pulled you into a tight, almost suffocating bear hug, burying his face into the top of your head. Hesitantly, you hugged him back, which only really served to make him hug you tighter. You arms barely went above his waist, while he had to bend down a bit to hug you properly, and the size difference made his mind race even faster because all he could think about was how small you were compared to him.

He pulled his face up from your head and instead lifted you up, making you gasp quietly at the sudden movement and instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. He tightly wrapped his arms around your much smaller frame and tucked your head under his chin, muttering small, incomplete sentences under his breath.

“Du bist einfach das Süßeste, mein Gott, du bist so ein Herzchen, viel zu lieb, um in der Armee zu kämpfen—" He murmured, his words practically inaudible to you, but you could still understand a few of the words and could piece together what he was saying from that.

“Why?” He asked softly after he was done with his muttering, making you wonder what he was asking, until a second later when you realized he was asked why you gave him the card.

You shrugged, mumbling, “Just felt like it.”

“Well…” König looked over at the card on the couch before saying, “Thank you, mäuschen. I love it.”

“I’m glad you do.”

—

ALEX “ECHO 3-1” KELLER

➥ he audibly lets out an ‘awwww’.

➥ he finds it so sweet and will cherish it forever.

➥ he’ll give you a nice, firm hug and tells you how much he appreciates it.

➥ be sure to give him one of those super cheesy father’s day cards.

➥ like one with a pun on it or a dad joke.

➥ he starts calling you his kid. like straight up refers to you as either his kid or just ‘the kid’.

➥ he probably starts acting the most like an actual dad out of everyone in this post tbh.

➥ he starts jokingly saying language after you swear, only to start cussing like a second later.

➥ oh god the dad jokes he starts telling you too.

➥ the dad jokes.

➥ he doesn’t tear up at all, but he does have a smile on his face for the rest of the day. maybe even the rest of the week.

➥ he’ll keep the card in his back pocket and just carry it around wherever he goes.

—

You looked around the corner, looking at Alex, who was sitting on the couch just scrolling through his phone. He hadn’t noticed you, despite the twenty-something times you’d looked around the corner, trying to build up your confidence to give him the card. You looked down at the card, the simple ‘happy father’s day!’ and pun on the front staring right back at you.

You looked over at Alex again before sighing and turning the corner completely, walking into the small recreational room, trying to take deep breaths while you walked over to the couch. Alex noticed you walking over to him and looked up from his phone, giving you a friendly smile and greeting you with a simple, “Hey, [c/n].”

You nodded in return and he tilted his head curiously at your silent greeting, before he looked down at your hands and noticed the card in one of them. Before he could ask anything further, you held the card out to him, looking away from him as you did, making him raise an eyebrow at your very odd behavior.

“Okay, then,” He muttered, gingerly taking the card, flipping it over to read the front. He reads the three bold words on the front quickly, and once he’s processed them, a bright grin takes over his face. You looked back over at him, just to make sure he’s not disappointed or anything, only to see him looking back up at you and getting up to hug you.

He pulled you into a tight bear hug, making you let out an audible ’oof’, but you still hugged him back.

“Thank you for the card,” He said graciously, “I love it.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do,” Alex scoffed, before pulling away from the hug and putting both of his hands on your shoulders, “It means a lot to me that you thought to give me a card, kiddo.”

“... You’re welcome, then.”

Alex simply smiled and gave you one last tight hug before picking the card up and off of the couch, instead putting it into his back pocket. He looked back at you and said, “I’m gonna go show it off to Farah now, and make her all jealous.”

You huffed out a small laugh and responded, “You do that, then.”

—

KATE LASWELL

➥ she’s honestly not that surprised.

➥ she’s definitely aware that you think of her as a sort of mother figure, and before you give her the card, she’s kind of neutral about that.

➥ like she doesn’t mind it, but she also won’t feed into it that much.

➥ that is, until you give her the card.

➥ she’ll be dead silent at first when you hand it to her and you almost want to take the card back and just run away so that you never have to see her again.

➥ but then she gives you a warm smile and says ‘thank you, i appreciate this’.

➥ she won’t tear up or anything, but she’ll still give you a nice hug.

➥ she shows her wife the card and pretends like it’s not a big deal to her but it definitely is.

➥ she keeps the card back at her house, right on top of her bedside table (like a normal fucking person, she doesn’t keep it in her office or stuffs it into a jacket).

➥ her wife demands to meet you after kate shows her the card, by the way.

—

”Come in!” Kate called out, just a second after you knocked on the door to her office. You let out a shaky breath and hid the ‘happy mother’s day!’ card you had brought with you behind your back, opening the door to her office and tentatively walking in. Kate didn’t look up from her computer just yet, and instead motioned for you to sit in the chair across from hers.

You nodded even though she wasn’t looking at you and closed the door behind you, quickly walking over to the chair in front of her desk and sitting down. Only then did she look up from her computer and over at you.

“Hi, [c/n],” She took off her rectangle frame glasses and set them down, “What’d you come in here for?”

“Just, uh…” You started, before trailing off and just opting to set the card on her desk in front of her, face down. She raised an eyebrow at you, questioning what the card was before touching it. You simply gestured for her to read it and she sighed, putting her glasses back on and flipping the card over to reveal the words on the front.

Her eyebrows raised at the text but she didn’t say anything just yet, instead opening the card to read the few short written words on the inside. She closed the card back up again and instead stared at the front, reading the ‘happy mother’s day!’ text over and over again.

“... I can take it back if you don’t like it—” You began to offer, only for Kate to hold up a finger to cut you off, effectively silencing you. She doesn’t look up until a few moments later, when she sets the card down and looks over at you with a small smile gracing her lips. The smile makes you relax a bit in your seat.

That relaxation was thrown out the window just a second later when Kate said, “Get up,” and stood up from her seat.

You quickly followed her orders and stood up from your seat, prepared to leave if she asked you to, when you were suddenly being embraced by her. You took a moment to hug her back but you do eventually, hesitantly wrapping your arms around Kate.

She kept you in the hug and even tightened her hold on you whilst she whispered, “Thank you for the card. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem.”

[splendsay]

COD FF // Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 36: Mindless Frivolity

this one is 5,000 words of fluff lol I hope you enjoy it

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Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 36: Mindless Frivolity

Rating: 18+ !!MDNI!! Chapters: 36/? WC: 93,091 Pairing(s): TF141 x F!Reader (You) Chapter Warnings: Explicit language Chapter Excerpt (ft. big time spoilers):

Alex and Farah are getting married. 

It'll be a small ceremony, with Captain Price officiating. You're a bridesmaid. The bridesmaid, actually. You're the only maid here, so it makes sense. But still, Farah was sweet to ask. 

She had pulled you into Alex's room -- her room now, too -- shortly after Doc released you to roam freely, rambling about needing a dress and flowers and the whole nine because she and Alex had decided to get married as soon as possible. In the next couple of weeks. You'd squealed and given her your most serious bear hug -- you love weddings. You always cry, of course. But you've always loved them. 

She'd held your hands and asked you in a timid voice, "I know we don't know each other very well yet, but...would you like to be my bridesmaid?"

"Um, obviously!"

And that had been that. 

Amidst wedding planning, you've been seeing Doc each morning. And each morning, after a familiar series of pokes and prods, he tells you the same thing. 

"Vitals all look good. Healing looks good. Just waiting on the Rift."

The boys -- your boys, Simon, Soap, Gaz, Cap -- and Los Vaqueros and Gary (Roach's given name, which you insist on using instead of his callsign because roaches are foul, disgusting creatures and Gary is a very nice man) have been trying to organize a hunting party. You've been asked to stay behind, to your continued and pervasive frustration. 

You put up a fight -- hissing and spitting as is customary for you when you're mad -- but you only manage to exhaust yourself. 

Their argument is that they don't want to risk you, the potential cure for all this, getting bitten again. Your argument is that if anyone should be bitten, it's you, the Girl Who Didn't Turn.

But, whatever. 

You're grossly outnumbered. Even Farah wants you to stay behind. And it's that -- your one and only girlfriend asking you to stay -- that finally gets you to drop it. 

You haven't seen much of Soap or Simon amid all the planning. While you've been selecting color schemes and sourcing decorations, they've been mapping the migration patterns of nearby hordes and organizing mission supplies. Simon's told you that it's been significantly harder without access to Laswell's offsite resources, whomever they are -- or the woman herself. More time consuming. It's hard to say when efforts to rescue her will begin again, if at all. With no new leads on her whereabouts, obtaining a Rift sample remains priority number one.

As such, you've been spending most of your free time as Farah and Alex's third wheel, which you honestly enjoy. You'd forgotten what it's like. To have another woman friend -- you hadn't realized how much your life was missing one. How much you needed a sister. And Farah is an utter delight. Dry and sardonic -- witty as hell and exceptionally intelligent. You really, really like her. 

You like Alex too. He's come a long way. Doc says he'll probably deal with headaches for awhile -- maybe the rest of his life. And he'll need to keep an eye out for any sort of cognitive decline. But otherwise, he's fine. Up and walking around, speaking in full sentences, cracking jokes. He's even joined you and Farah on a few morning runs, though they usually turn into walks after a mile or two. You don't mind, though. 

It's been nice to see him come out of his shell. He's irreverent. Funny, even. Exceedingly charming. The way he looks at Farah...and she, him...you're just...you're glad he woke up. You're really fucking glad he woke up. 

Preparing for the wedding has been the most fun you've had in...ages. Both Alex and Farah want to be surprised for most of it, so you take all the little details upon yourself, meticulously planning everything down to the flavor of each layer of cake you're forcing Gaz to make. 

It takes a week and a half of work -- and a slight delay to the hunt -- but you manage to pull it all together. 

You wake up early that morning -- ahead of the sun -- to gather materials for the bouquets. You shrug on an old cardigan -- a little moth-eaten, but still warm -- and pad down the chartreuse hallway, a couple of ancient woven baskets in-hand. You found them in the attic a few days ago, alongside a whole host of wedding appropriate items, including attire for Farah and several of the guests, decorations for the tables and centerpieces -- even an old wrought-iron garden archway you'll use as the altar. 

You're lost in thought as you walk -- occupied by your mental checklist -- to the degree that you don't see him in time to stop. You slam into a warm body at full speed, your chin connecting with his chest.

"Oof, whoa there, Sunshine," he greets you, gripping you by the arms to keep you from falling over.

You're quick to recover, smoothing your hair away from your face. "Good morning, Captain."

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Friction

by Natalie the Cat (NatalieTheCat)

Supergirl’s face flushed, and Lena braced for another booming, self righteous speech about trust or safety or the meaning of teamwork or some such heroic nonsense, but then her voice shattered into a million pieces and tears welled wet in her eyes.

“All I want is for you to be okay.”

A thousand thoughts danced in Lena’s mind. To ask her why, to defy her, to taunt her, to demand what exactly it was that made Lena so damned important that this woman was so intense about her safety one moment and so angry the next.

In the dance of all those thoughts, the more base instinct won out.

Lena grabbed Supergirl by the neck of her suit, just below those delightful collarbones of hers, and used it as a handle to pull herself into a hard, aggressive kiss.

...

After a tense rescue when Supergirl barely makes it in time to save Lena from one of her brother's rampaging death machines, Lena Luthor ends up having a wild night with Supergirl, only to call out Kara's name while in bed with her...

Words: 2663, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Maggie Sawyer

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Supergirl/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers & Kara Danvers, Kara Danvers & Maggie Sawyer, Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Lena Luthor Doesn't Know Kara Danvers is Supergirl, Supercorp endgame, SuperCorp, Post-Rescue Adrenaline Rush Sex, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst With Sexytimes, Kara Danvers Has a Crush on Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers Needs a Hug, Lena Luthor Has a Crush on Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor Calls Supergirl Kara During Sex, Alex Danvers is So Done, Alex Danvers & Lena Luthor Friendship, Lena Luthor & Maggie Sawyer Friendship, Idiots in Love, Kara Danvers Loves Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers Loves Lena Luthor's Boobs, Service Top Kara Danvers, Bottom Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers Has a Penis, Kryptonians can Purr, Kryptonians Have Alien Physiology, They really just need to talk and get their shit together ffs

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[iguessitsjustme]

The Warp Effect Ep 9 Thoughts

Actually this gets long so under a cut:

-Alright back to live-blogging. I did also catch up on H5 and finish Individual Circumstances but I knew I wouldn’t have that much to say about those shows so I didn’t liveblog them. But I’m betting I won’t be able to shut up during The Warp Effect. Something about GMMTV shows activates the “never shutting up” part of my brain I guess. (To be fair, I do never shut up in my real life either)

-Does anyone else feel a sense of calm whenever you hear that “Raikantopini” at the beginning of shows? I’ve been watching BL for -holy shit - a few years now, and just hearing that just makes me thing “okay I’m home and I’m safe and all is good.” No? Just me?

-Oh we’re starting the preview with Biew. Ew. She can get lost. Hate her. 

-I love the representation in this show. It’s so very queer.

-Every time I start this show I wonder how the hell it’s gonna end. How can they wrap this up?

-Don’t forget to get tested frequently if you sleep around a lot. And use protection. Just a friendly reminder. 

-Oh Ew. Oh precious baby. Someone give him a hug. OH POOR NIM. Bew sucks. Army pounced on the opportunity to help raise that baby though and they aren’t even friends. Ffs Bew really fucked Nim over. I hope Bew never becomes a mother. 

-This show has such beautiful messages wrapped up in the most bizarre packaging.

-This smoker is an asshole. Ice is gonna get his ass beat though. 

-Have I ever mentioned how much I fucking love Mollie?

-I also love Jean.

-“Kim is carrying something heavier than you are.” Yeah I love Alex too.

-Okay okay Army and Nim would make weirdly great parents. And now I want a show of them raising that child. 

-Oh this is not gonna end well with Army and Joe. Someone is gonna see them. Oh boy oh no. SIR YOU PUT THAT CAMERA AWAY BEFORE I SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS

-KISS. KISS. MOLLIE AND NIM KISS. DO IT. DO IT. KISS. YEEEEESSSSSSSSS. 

-Lmao Nim solved her own damn issue. Alex didn’t do shit. Love that. 

-I didn’t expect to get this emotional over Rose and Jedi. Look at those sweeties. Love them.

-Now just how tall is that boy? Tony was towering over those girls. 

-Also I love Kat. 

-If any other show tried to have half as many messages as The Warp Effect, those shows would fail. Miserably. But it’s working in this show. Because all of the messages have a similar theme and are all related to sex. And it’s working weirdly well. Who would have guessed? Not me that’s for sure. 

-Ice and Alex ARE related. Look at Ice coming around to support his girlfriend. Honestly, he just needed some processing time and advice. 

-Whyyyyy is this show so fucking good like what the shit is this?

-What in the fuck was that preview? I’d like a refund please. The next episode looks far too painful to exist. Nope I’m currently blocking it from my memory

[stahfakz]

12/3 ughhh, I get it im having a massive whinge fest, but im going through a lot, and that anon tumblr user yesrs ago still fucked me up. I dont have anyone to vent to. Im not unappreciative of what i have, but i need to get this all out as a way to process everything.

Like, im taken back to when brock and i first broke up all those years ago, and i thought it would be really easy to be with someone else. But its not, no man commits. And thats why i kept going back to brock, cos at as fucked up as he was, he commited to me. And no one else could do that. And no one has, so i have no choice but to stay alone until someone comes along and commits. I will not give them anything until that happens.

Im tired of this stupid shit.

Brocks being nice to me, and im struggling to think that maybe we should have worked on our relationship, and i wouldnt be going through this shit....it is sooo goddamn painful.

Also, our kids sick, probs covid, so i have do all her usual chores, on top of everything else, and some dudes coming around tomorrow to fix the cupboard, and i have to work 2moro, and unclear if kid will be sick 2moro.

Annnnd thennnn, have to go into office on tuesday when im all fucked up to deal with all this shit with our sm, determine M's feelings and absolute lack of self confidence with tm.

Im trying really hard to cbt myself, but ffs, its like i spend every weekend processing my fucking feelings right now.

And thanks, yes i know im having a massive reset, and thanks to luke for providing me the thingos to read, and its helped a teeny bit, but i cant just go, oh im fixed, its not how it works.

And i love alex hes my best friend, but hes going through a lot at the moment too, and i dont want to burden him.

And to top it all off, i think ive started going through perimopause, so emotions everywhere and hot face frequently. Great. Thanks so fucking much, oh it also feels like i have boob cancer, and my teeth are all fucked.

Yay fucking me.

Christ, i just need a hug and from someone to tell me its going to be ok. But that doesnt fucking exist.

[derangedguyinaforest]

47 looks so huggable. it's not fair. let me hug this man.

[tangledstarlight]

55+32 for juke x

Pregnancy Fic & Established Relationship (im gonna give you the plot for the ff!luke fic i am not adding to my list)

It's an accident. Maybe from a night when Luke has gotten home from a shift that was a little too scary for comfort and all they both want is to be as close as they possible can be, so they're a little less careful then normal.

Julie takes a test a month or so later, not really expecting the two little lines to show up because she was on the pill and it was one night without a condom but she sits on the side of the bathtub and watches the lines show up and just sorta. stares at them for a really long time. Because the two of them had talked about the future and maybe having kids one day but they'd been sort of pushing it until 'later'. Turns out 'later' didn't want to wait any longer and now they're apparently going to be parents.

She waits until Luke gets home, cleaning their flat more then she ever has before, spends a few hours making homemade bread because she needs to distract herself, order take out and sets the table and waits for Hotdog place herself at the door because he'll be home any second. Julie has never been very good at keeping secrets, and even if she had been, Luke is always really good at telling when there's something wrong with her. So there's no hiding it, no beating around the bush. She just hands him the test (and the 2 others she'd done as well) and watches his face go from confused to blank to awed to pure love.

They spend that first night the same way they spent the first night Julie moved into her flat, on blankets and pillows in the living room with a vinyl playing softly in the background as they talk about what they're going to do. Luke spend a long time talking to her belly with Julie laughing and telling him they dont even have 'ears yet babe'. They hold out on telling their family and friends until after her first doctors appointment, just to be careful and make sure, and there is A Lot of joy and celebrations and hugs. (there's probably a little moment between Ray and Julie where she says "I wish mom were here." and he hugs her, kisses the top of her head and says "Me too.")

It's a fairly standard pregnancy, little to no complications. Other then the fact Luke has suddenly gone into over protective mode and Julie has to literally cancel an amazon order for bubble wrap before he covers their whole flat in the stuff. Reggie somehow keeps finding all the fire/firefighter related baby stuff possible and no one can work out how. Alex and Willie take it upon themselves, with the help of Tia Victoria, to make sure neither Julie or Luke have to cook for at least a year. Flynn and Julie go on a lot of shopping trips which nearly all of them end with Julie crying over a small pair of shoes or a stuffed rabbit.

She goes into labour like a week early, so Luke is still at work and Julie is home alone and when she calls him, a little bit panicked, he's out on a call. Harrison tells Luke to go, they send the little emt van people to their place to pick Julie up so she doesn't have to drive and they all meet at the hospital about the same time. Couple of hours later they're in a hospital room, all tired and a little loopy on pain meds but so freaking happy as they hold a little baby together.

hope you like it and thanks for sending one!! 💜

send me two and i'll come up with a fic!

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bRO- What if- Instead of M/C for the ikemen boys (Rev, Vamp, Sen.) being a girly girl, what if she was a tomboy? I had not thought of this til' now. I'm a tomboy and I'm actually curous about whaf her personality would be if she were a tomboy instead of girly girl. You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm just curious. Can I also request that you love yourself ffs?💖❤💜💖💜❤💖💜💖💜❤💜💖💜❤💜💖💜💖🧡💚🖤🧡💚💖💜🧡🖤💚💜💖🧡🖤💚❤🧡🖤💚💜💖💜🧡🖤🧡💚💚🧡💖❤💜 >~

A/N: Huuuuuuuh I had NO idea how to format this so I hope you don’t mind how it turned out! and I’m really sorry if I offended you in any way, it really wasn’t my intention, I’m just not extremely familiar with it. Also, I don’t write for Ikerev so it’s only Ikesen and Ikevamp, sorry!

Also, the second tomboy x Arthur is set when they are a couple but his reaction is the same as if you guys weren’t a couple tbh, it’s ar(thot) after all.

Ikemen Sengoku: 

I think all the warlords would be a little shocked at first because they’d never really seen anything like this for obvious reasons. But they would definitely be intrigued since day one. 

Alot of questions from Nobunaga and Hideyoshi, teasing from Masamune and Mitsuhide, praises from Mitsunari, who also nit-picks some out of Ieyasu for you.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” the blond would grumble.

“You’re right, Lord Ieyasu, you’re always so insightful.”

“Whatever.”

When you met the opposing forces, it was chaotic.

Shingen was his usual self – probably more so. He really wanted to pinch and cup your cheeks since they are much more visible, he also has such a clear view of your eyes.

“My darling, please let me drown in your eyes-” 

“GO AWAY!” A very disturbed Yukimura because Shingen won’t stop pestering you.

Kenshin and Yukimura would have the same sort of behaviour the first time around. They would be quiet, staring wide eyed at you, blushing widely. 

Their crush is defo going to get more serious from now on.

But you didn’t hear it from me ;)

I feel like because how how you stand out so much more, they are EXTREMELY hands on with you, ruffling your hair, hugging your shoulders, acting like you had always been an ally of sorts.

They cherish you so much but GOD DAMN THEY COULD BE SO ANNOYING!!!

Ikemen Vampire 

It’s mixed reactions from all the residents. Clear intrigue by Isaac, Mozart, Jean and Napoleon, very very voiced opinions by Shakespeare, Arthur, Leonardo and Comte. Sebastian and Theodorus were rolling their eyes – one more than the other, by how loud they became, they were just ‘you do you, it’s not that much of a big deal, sure you’re really pretty and you stand out but wait WHAT?” 

“We were made to be together darling.” 

“You just met her knucklehead.” queue a slap around the writer’s head by his best friend Theo. 

“He is right, you are so very unique, I feel drawn to you as well (Not Y/N)-chan.”  

“Do you mind if I ask you a few questions, you’re so very interesting!” by Shakespeare and Vincent. 

You honestly couldn’t catch a break because they got smitten with you worringly fast.

Even going to Sebastian for advice was unhelpful, he found the whole situation amusing, it was actually Comte who stepped up most of the time, telling everyone to calm down cuz jesus, they weren’t giving you any space whatsoever.

In all honestly, amidst all the chaos, over time they die down alot and you have such a wholesome relationship. Overtime they become your family – except for a few exceptions o_O

His eyes opened painfully, still wrapped into a burrito of blankets. Arthur grumbled under his breath, frowning when he saw the empty spot beside him. When will you understand his plea that he wants to cuddle you in the morning for a few hours, seeing your beautiful face beside him and not in the kitchen with Sebastian?

It took him a short while – as in, twenty minutes to overcome the comfort of the warm bed and get out of it. Lazily, he slipped into some comfy clothes, planning on changing again before he goes into town. 

Scurrying down the hallway after freshening up, a bright smile was plastered on his face as he hurried to get to his favourite person. 

He whisked right past the already eating Van Gogh brothers, slipping his arms around your waist as you stood against the counter in the kitchen.

“Good morning my darling,” he murmured in your ear. 

“My god,” you screeched, startled, “don’t do that!” you slapped him. 

“I’m sorry, I love you so much.” he cupped your cheeks when you turned around to scold him further. Relishing the sweet noise you made as he captured your lips only encouraged him to push you against the counter to have full control over the kiss. Slowly pulling away, he kept his forehead against yours. His fingers curled around the shirt you were wearing.

“Is that my black shirt?” he whispered, a smirk on his face.

“What would you say if it is?” you nudged his nose with yours.

“I’d say it’s delightful, you look very delicious in it,” his lips pressed a small kiss to your neck.

“Not in front of the batter please.” you pulled away, wide eyed at the familiar voice. The butler, however, was unbothered. 

“S-sorry,” you mentally cursed yourself, inspecting how smug Arthur was about it while you were melting in a puddle of embarassment. 

A particular scenario like this was never in your mind when you first arrived here, let alone Arthur being the one. 

Shooing him away, you continued your task of making breakfast with Sebastian for the residents.  

A few hours before you were to help Sebastian with lunch, you returned inside the mansion after laying the laundry out in the sun and headed to yours and Arthur’s shared bedroom. 

“Ah, sweetheart, I was just going to look for you.” your boyfriend announced, placing the now-closed briefcase on the floor.

“What are you up to?” your eyes scanned the bag.

“I’m going into town, I need to exchange these, can I have my shirt and trousers back for it?” 

“But it’s so comfyyyy,” 

“I knooooowww but it’s also the only decent attire I have that isn’t in the wash, I’ll give it back to you once I get back, I promise!” he whined. 

“Deal.” you started undoing your shirt. His blue eyes widened.

“Woah- baby- you’re not wearing any-” 

“Hm?” he didn’t respond, mouth slightly agape and cheeks a little flushed.

“N-nothing, carry on!” Arthur shook his head. 

“Pervert!” you pushed his face away.

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all time low are great

okay so i’ve loved them for YEARS now since 2014 and I just need to gush about them a little bit and compare them to some people who were really controversial at that point. *cough* dahvie, shane, jeffree *cough* ...the coughs were with a mask on DONT WORRY.  But okay 1. absolute bangers. song for every mood. even moods i didn’t know i had. I think the songs are also just pop enough to be liked in the mainstream but not so much that they get written off like 5sos do, no offence 5sos. But yes music, lyrics, all of that are great, i love them.  2. FAN INTERACTIONS. If you go on youtube and type in “all time low fan” and just watch things that come up, if you watch those you’ll see like fans getting allowed to play on stage or sing with them or just when Alex stopped the show cause a security person was being too aggressive. Also online interactions, they’ve been putting out so much since lockdown started and listening to everyone and if you look at their twitter accounts, especially Alex, there’s so many interactions with fans. I even remember when Alex spoke out about Black Lives Matter and as soon as someone called him out for how he worded it, he apologised properly and you could see him be more conscious and careful going forward, not defensive at all just perfect. I also remember a fan having a sign saying “give me my first kiss please” or something and they brought her up on stage, and if you’re thinking about who i mentioned previously you’re probably like “oh no not another goddamn pedo ffs why is every famo-” they didn’t do anything but hug and i think they got crowd volunteers and she picked from them? if i remember that correctly but like dahvie and shane could never. They’ve also stopped songs to yell at security guards being aggressive or crowd members being aggressive.  3. Not overtly sexual. Are there songs clearly about sex? Yes. Backseat Serenade is a banger. But it’s not done for what a lot of that scene does it for. A lot of songs in the pop punk to around scene core genre are very much explicitly sexual so that teenagers get to feel grown up when listening to it. I was one of those young teenagers but I never got that with atl. I listened to them because weightless helped me feel understood when I felt like life was moving too fast. I listened to them because Lullabies felt like someone older holding me and understanding what was up about this thing every other song glorified. I listened to them because when Kids In The Dark came out, I felt empowered to stop my addiction and get help. Don’t get me wrong ATL aren’t some PG band like they’ll joke about sex stuff and other things but they never go to far or actually harm anyone and are aware who their fanbase is.  I just keep seeing people defend 2013 as a different time where more stuff was normalised and thinking, Alex Gaskarth would never. So past shane dawson fans, past jeffree star fans, past botdf fans, just go stan all time low. 

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer, Alex Danvers & Kara Danvers, Kara Danvers/Mon-El Characters: Alex Danvers, Kara Danvers, Kara Zor-El, Team Supergirl (Supergirl TV 2015), Maggie Sawyer, J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, Clark Kent Additional Tags: oneshots, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Supergirl (TV 2015), Lena Luthor Has a Crush on Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor Has Trust Issues, Kara Danvers & Maggie Sawyer Friendship, Kara Danvers Loves Food, Alex Danvers Needs a Hug, Alex Danvers is So Done, Drunk Alex Danvers, Emotional Maggie Sawyer Summary:

Supergirl oneshots comin up. These are also on my FF account and I might put them on Wattpad but I don’t think so.

You can request a scenario and I will write it down — I literally have a book I write my ideas in.

(Pairings can be anything if u do want to request but I WILL NOT have a romantic pairing between Kara and Alex. Only sibling love. And I don’t know much about Kelly)

Enjoy

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Un Love You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3joUTte

by 29PheonixLement

I tried to keep the story character neutral so the reader could sub in the couple (FF as they are) they wanted but I had to tag so I used the ones I thought of when I was typing this plot bunny up.

Words: 1736, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015), Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV), The 100 (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Relationships: Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Tara Maclay/Willow Rosenberg, Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Additional Tags: reader choice, Post-Break Up, Getting Back Together, Everyone Needs A Hug

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3joUTte

[mysmedrabbles]

Touch Starved Jumin (Post Business Trip)

requested: by anon

a/n: i had to break it up into two posts because love is stored in the jumin,, seriously i started writing abt him and i couldn't stop, and so his got waaaayyy too long and detailed to fit all 6 in, so the other 5 (jaehee, yoosung, seven, zen, and v) will be in another post (which will remain in the topic lmaoo)! at any rate i hope you enjoy~~

warnings: the suggestion of suggestive content , long post

-also touch starved mod alex

Jumin

-it wasn’t unusual for Jumin to go on business trips, often going abroad to sign business deal, consult, expand the business... whatever your husband did while away.

-so you found solace in the silence of the penthouse, alone with nothing but your thoughts and the occasional chattering of Elizabeth the III.

-not to say that communication was cut off, Jumin was punctual to the T on calling you every night for a lengthy conversation about the bores of the business world and the frustrations of grocery shopping, but this time something was off. You could feel his distraction in his words, eyes hungrily searching your body as he tried to drink in your features through the screen. 

-he was in mumbai this time around. or was it vienna? you’d lost track of his world tour a week ago. he’d been gone for almost a month now, and the separation had taken its toll on the both of you

-so when he announced his early return, you couldn’t help but wiggle in your seat happily at the thought of getting to be reunited with your husband.

          -             -            -

-it’d felt like forever.

-he missed your skin, the warmth you provided after a long days work, the sweetness of your smile and your lips against his. he missed running his hands through your hair and holding you safe against his chest, your fingers tracing absent-minded figures on his skin.

-he had half a mind to tell Diver Kim to run all the red lights, because the fines that waited for him were nothing compared to the importance of seeing his darling, his love, his life. 

-Jumin sat back in the car, looking out of the window as buildings, people; as it all passed by in a blur. his fingers traced the leather seat next to him, pretending it was your thigh. oh what he’d have given to have you come with him, but your boss was a prick who rarely let you off of work, no matter how much Jumin had offered to bribe or threaten him.

-the past few days hadn’t even felt real without you by his side, to the point where even his negotiation skills had gone down by a few. His father had chided him, given him a lecture of his disappointment in jumin and his attachment to his wife. he was better off alone, ready and available and emotionally detached. 

-perhaps he’d have agreed with Chairman Han a few years ago, but now he just needed to get back to the love of his life and lay in her arms. his love for mc, his mc, had made him stronger if anything, viewing her as an equal in all matters, and often times her viewpoint made more sense to him than those of his own employees. 

-the car pulled up to a tall ominous building; ah yes, home. he barely stopped to wait for Driver Kim to stop before he flung himself out of the car, briskly making his way towards the keycard access elevators. the ride up was hell, the taunting his aching heart in their speed, or lack thereof.

     -             -             -

-you heard the turning of the key in the lock and you frantically pulled yourself together, fiddling with your hair and flattening your blouse with your hands in a vain attempt to take out any wrinkles. with a loud thump, the door swung open to reveal your husband, tie barely hanging around his opened button up, the look of pure exhaustion in his eyes. 

-he strode towards you confidently, cutting off your beginnings of a sentence with a strong hug, pushing you back against the wall in a tight embrace. You immediately sunk into him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

-jumin buried his face in the crook of your neck, sighing in relief. he caught his breath for a second before whispering out an almost teary, “I missed you.”

-you pulled back to look at his face, caressing his cheek gently with your hand. He shivered, and suddenly he felt like he had felt 4 years ago, meeting you for the first time; heart on his sleeve, completely vulnerable to you

-his senses felt heightened, and every touch sent an electric shiver down his spine to his core, revitalizing him like nothing ever had. he stared at you with that same hungry stare he had a few days ago, now with new intent. he wasn’t going to go there though, not yet. 

-you smiled, placing a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose. “How was your trip my love?” you asked softly, tracing your fingers against the back of his jacket, arms still wrapped around him. jumin almost forgot how to speak, entranced in your loving embrace. you looked at him with a warm smile, registering the fact that his brain had turned into a continuous string of monotonous elevator music.  

-breathing out an almost silent “yeah,” in response, he leaned in slowly, almost uncertainly to kiss you. closing the gap between you, you met his lips with your own, trying to explain your longing through actions, sliding your hands up his back, securing them on the back of his neck. with a shiver, he deepened the kiss, dipping you backwards only slightly, placing his hands on the small of your back, keeping you safe. he was here with you finally. he was going to be okay.

bonus!! ~

-this man demands cuddles for about a week afterwards, needing to know youre there with him at all times

-laying in bed together for hours on end , legs tangled in a mess as you two talk about whatever comes to mind

-its one of the few times where you see him completely vulnerable, without any stone walls separating his emotion and need

-if you’re going out together, he m u s t hold your hand, even breaking his no pda rule and kissing in public (albeit not much, after all he doesn’t want to be on the cover of the tabloids, but enough to let you know he loves you at any point of the day.) 

-doesn’t initiate affection generally after his trips, him being filled with worry, “what if she doesnt like me anymore?” “what if while i was away she got used to being alone?” y’all are married ffs jumin, pull yourself together but the enthusiastic response you get whenever you so much as touch his arm is worth it

-promises to never leave you that long ever again, and if so, to fly you out to wherever he is for the weekend or your off days

[shy-magpie]

RQG 155

Wherein there are unexpected visitors. Live blog under the cut

Pre episode babbling:  there really wasn't any way quarantine was going to last as long as the dungeon crawl, and (for all I joked about it) I really am satisfied with what we got. That was a lot of backstory and character moments in a short amount of time. Now we have a kobold, a mysterious attack on the inn, and an episode title referencing dragons? Nice consolation for them almost certainly being forced out of the basement or having plot come to them. Please be Skraak? Please be Skraak either trying to rescue them or at least be here as an ally? Oh well time to hit play: Weird energy? That’s promising Inevitable locked in a Cel(l) joke Zolf needs to be nicer about the Kobolds Alex needs tell us if this is Skraak or not before Hamid gets the blame Skraak(?) Just unlocked the trap door Nice outfit Alex, is it our Skraak? It seems to be Zolf wants Skraak to join them in quarantine. Cel doesn't see why to bother when Skraak's been in contact with hundreds of Kobolds Skraak gestures for them to leave and Zolf is going to be force the issue. This will go over well. Beats his defense by 1 Hamid is trying to play peacemaker again. Really Zolf? Couldn't have calmly refused to leave and explained through the door? I know you are under stress but you are low charisma, not stupid. Love you Cel, Skraak has been speaking to varying degrees since "My Liege" Hamid tries to explain, Zolf speaks over him to say they didn't explain because they forgot. Hamid apologizes to Skraak. Skraak starts to leave. Azu backs Zolf in preventing him from leaving. Skraak is subdued by Zolf & Azu Skraak is locked in with Hamid? No Zolf has some limits thank goodness. He did call Skraak one of them.  Bound but not gagged as Hamid apologizes. Skraak points out that he just has to wait for the rest (of his team?) Skraak "monitor"ed them!?! Holy... I was merely comparing the situations, did he actually scry and see them held by a human in a small space underground beneath a trap door disguised by a table? If he thinks Wilde is their Shoin then how many pieces is he going to be in when Zolf gets out? Kobold lore please! Hierarchy is important and it was "considered a good idea to keep track of the saviors". Skraak is sarcastic in his tone when he uses the term and it sounds like at least Hamid & Azu object the instant they hear it, possibly others. Cel makes a pitch for quarantining the whole inn. Wilde is in the cupboard Zolf asks about the kobold numbers and makes some unnecessary remarks about the village & Jasper in particular being lost as he writes off Japan. Zolf is far too relatable for some who needs to stand the flame down before someone takes it personal. Deciding you've already doomed yourself along with everything you care about is a crappy way to avoid panic in the face of uncertainty. Cel tries to call him on it, he switches to "everyone else is infected and it will be our job to fight them". Scary thing is, while in the long term it would be a suicide mission, with their combined abilities they could make a serious dent in the numbers. Hope they are aware of the Hiroshima comparison if this is leading to calling for a air strike on Japan. They explain what little they know to Skraak who insists none of the Kobolds were sick but may not understand the symptoms. Possible kobold immunity? Gonna be annoyed if something Shoin did protected them. Skraak seems to be saying that no new people were exposed since his party of 7 followed the route of the party. Zolf wants to send them back under Skraak's guard to prevent any more coming for them. And they're back. Cel points out its better Skraak came since the kobolds didn't know to implement quarantine. They go upstairs. They form a phalanx and draw spear against the party when they don't see either Hamid or Skraak. Alex & Ben are doing the "these lines are already written we have but to speak them" routine while Bryn points out Alex doesn't get to sound like that when he's the one doing it. Very Hamid, if you know how this is going to play out and don't like it, just make another choice. Initiative and a lot of dice. Grapple rules. Not clear where Cel is/if they got grappled but it sounds like Zolf did and is throwing them off so he can check on the inn keeper. Hamid runs upstairs and every one of them kneels like Skraak did at their first meeting. Helen & Bryn both sound distressed. Should have cleaned up that unreadable little ficlet I made of Hamid going bad because he didn't know how to handle Kobold worship and accidentally took over Japan because he thought autonomy meant respecting their decision to look to him as their leader. The innkeeper is bound but fine. Zolf unties him and looks for Wilde. "Wilde is also bound and... Has a look best described as "the bleep? "" Zolf is a stress cooker and Barnes updates Hamid is flustered and embarrassed which buys him some small grace from Skraak who explains Hamid is "the biggest dragon here" Cel: Also you could introduce the concept of democracy. Eh skip em straight to anarcho communism if you ask me. Group decision meetings rather than just vote for the head dragon Hamid tries to side step a bit by suggesting they explain the situation and asks for their names. Hope Alex thought to name all seven before the cast does.  Siggif the kobold might be pushing it. "Hamid the polite tyrant"-Lydia Break Alex skips them to "a large dinner" cooked by Zolf who got a nat 20 on how good it is. Cel speaks draconic. Neither Zolf nor Azu can make out the difference in their names. Because Alex is like that: didn't want to come up with 7 names, did want to block anyone else naming them. Bryn however has all 6 names and is going to give Azu & Zolf their translations. They aren't interested in the rest of the party and "insist on maintaining a guard phalanx around Hamid at all times". Helen points out this is Bryn's fault. Yeah he's been playing with Alex long enough to know "King of the Kobolds" would come back to bite him. Hamid should be embarrassed. Hamid is sat at the head of the table by the Kobolds. Skraak: it'll pass eventually Zolf: good Aw Cel asks about traditional kobold food and Skraak has to struggle to remember. (Cel seems disappointed meal worm burgers would be poisonous to non kobolds) Zolf is a grumpy boy Long story short it seems to be a controlled risk: no contact off the island; no reason to believe the kobolds are infected Kobolds might be immune Oh screw Shoin (sent waves of Kobolds as dungeon monsters) Zolf doesn't think that the level of contact the Kobolds had with infected adventurers without being infected is proof since they don't know how the infection is passed or activated. Hamid says they shouldn't rely on it but its reason to hope. Zolf needs to remember that team moral is a thing and quit taking things from Hamid especially in a way that could piss off their new housemates. Thank you Azu! Hamid is not stupid! You can say there is reason for hope and still be careful Hamid calls him on jumping down his throat at the slightest provocation, reminds him they talked about this and that trying to stay positive is not a crime. God it's weird relating to both sides of this argument. My bias is towards Hamid as being right, but Zolf is so relatable. You have any idea how hard it can be not to snap at some of these kids they are setting themselves up for heart break when they talk about school in the fall or hug piles at cons? Thank you Cel Zolf is going to leave and sit on the coast behind the inn because he considers the quarantine broken not expanded. Backing out of an unproductive conversation, especially one were others have pointed out you are being harmful is valid, giving into "burn it all" moods is not. Hamid moves to stop him because he gets that the inn is now their cell Wilde calls him back and says he was building to them talking to the borb. So there is a reason he's the boss. Zolf declares he wants some time not thinking about this, which is what he should have done several paragraphs ago. Ffs this can not be the first time he's had it strike hot/destructive instead of cold/immobilizing; it sucks but you don't let yourself make any permanent decisions, stay away from the breakables and try not to talk to much, it passes. Cel suggests he go to one of the upstairs rooms instead, he accepts the redirect with ill grace but does accept it. Barnes has pointed out that locking everyone in a small box makes things worse not better before. Aw did Alex not like the fandom begging for the platonic version of the lock em in a closet until they sort out their feelings trope? Azu: I thought we could make friends Cel: he seems quite opposed to that Azu: I feel like he'd be a really good friend but not very friendly if you know what I mean Cel:we I know he hasn't been at all friendly Azu: you're friendly! Cel: well thank you, I do try Azu: I think you are my friend Cel: I am so honored! Thank you so much Azu! That's delightful Carter declares Cel the only friendly one because he is grumpy about Azu stepping on him, stopping him from breaking quarantine, and drank all the good stuff. Barnes suggests they start fresh in the morning. Skraak explains the kobolds are expecting Hamid to step into Shoin's role as tyrant just one they like. Skraak: even if they know you're not a tyrant, neither they nor me will be abandoning you because that's how Kobolds work. Good Hamid is taking this seriously Oh no pressure Skraak The most chill inn keeper in the world Skip to lunch time Zolf is still making himself scarce, which is not the worst way to handle it  dawning on you THAT YOU TRIED TO DESTROY A RELATIONSHIP YOU VALUE BECAUSE YOU WERE IN A MOOD Bryn makes the "he's secretly infected" joke. Bryn spotted the veins in discord avatar thing and Alex sounds so pleased Wilde is fine, stop asking Oh really we needed that insight in how Wilde thinks Brorb on the table Cel asks for a list of stuff to make into a Brorb access device. Between their bags of holding they have enough stuff for them to make do. Azu seeks out Zolf while Hamid & the Kobolds help Cel. No strike that she waits until someone needs to grab him for the Brorb interview. Alex! Ending on Azu finding Zolf staring out the window.

[michael-runs-hot-guerin]

Okay okay okay 212 CRASH INTO ME

Hmm gonna point out that famous Michael quote about crash landings...

Long post and spoilers ahead~~

Beep boop

I wanna see Alex too!!

Destroy all light bulbs!!

Lmao MAYBE yeah I do feel like they're gonna break up but then... Hmm

Hmm

I don't think they drink her either adgnkdaav

Isobel yay!!

Wait Jim knew about Noah. Wait

Well this is all going well

Oh boy

Wow Michael. I love Charlie

Oh right. Okay well. Michael how is she gonna know you're following the blueprints

Just figured out autocorrect it's hilarious

Steady hands 😭 okay that's cute

Yay Jenna's reinstated!!

Letters

The sky was red!!

IT'S SO WEIRD WHO DOES THAT 😂

Max is freaking out lmao

ALIEN STEROIDS

Huh

YES LET'S SEE ALEX D:

I've evolved . Here have a churro

HUG YES 💕💕💕

I TRIED TO BLUDGEON MY BROTHER WITH IT oh my godddd

Ooh. That wig. Oh! Oh.

Oh. Oh geez. Michael Alex is going to kick your ass later.

I need to rewatch that sequence

Atomizer atomizer atomizer

For blackmail purposes

I love a good telenovela

FLINT'S RIFLE ONLY SHOOTS BLANKS

._.

Oh dear

I was concerned abt what green had

Whoa

Alex trying to save his brothers 😭😭😭

Alex 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Oh no Sanders.

Max don't do that

Charlieee

What's? The? Range?

TWELVE KIDS

OOH MY GOD

Welp that's on fire

Um. NO CHARLIE FLINT YOU ASSHOLE

sus Diego

Hoo boy. Yes Alex!

Oh ffs just... Yeah just chuck it that's fine

Welp that was the alien one then

Horrible decision really

Greg no 😭

Dumb ass Max

Well this is dramatic

Greg is actually the best brother? (Besides Alex) Omg 😭

Hhhhhhhh okay

So much for crash into me being abt malex....

But I got a malex hug so... Yay (:

So is everyone else aware that Michael Didn't respond to the ransom but was looking for Alex already? Cause... like 👀 "he had to go Alex was in trouble" what was that look from her. Like this knowing look. Gurl if you know why 👏 are 👏 you 👏 with 👏 him 👏

Anyway Greg is also team Alex stan ✌✌✌