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Crowley with a reader that likes to make immature jokes and sexual innuendo, but isn't used to affection or being flustered? I absolutely love your writing and just had to share this idea!
Crowley x gn!reader
a little bit suggestive đ
Donât take offence at my innuendo.Â
Your music plays gently over the speakers and Crowley considers the line as he watches you taking stock for the night. The coffee shop is closed and Nina has left you in charge of sorting admin, and Crowley likes to sit and watch you to help and heckle in equal measure. Usually your conversations devolve into childishness immediately, a double entendre or lewd mime. He enjoys it, of course, the teasing nature of it all; but underneath the surface he just canât figure you out.Â
He watches as you clean the milk frother, polishing the pipe up and down and giggling to yourself at the bawdy nature of the gesture. When you spot him staring you give him a wink and do it even harder.Â
Itâs true, heâs stumped. He canât solve you. If everything you do is a tease or just a joke. Itâs getting under his skin, making him hot in a way heâs not used to. Heâs not sure he likes not knowing.Â
âIâll be with you when Iâm all finished down here,â you call over as you go to sweep the floor with a dustpan and brush, then catch what youâve said and snort. In the moments where you busy yourself with work, Crowley decides: stuff it. Quietly he closes the gap between the two of you. When you stand up you find yourself trapped against the shop counter, his hips pressing against your arse.Â
âCrowley-!â
âYou know,â he whispers, bringing his mouth forward so when he speaks you can feel his lips against your ear, âfor all your little jokes, I wonder what youâd do if I just had you right here against the espresso machine.â
Ignoring the fact that actually sounds quite uncomfortable, heat floods your cheeks and between your legs in equal measure. His breath is warm on your cheek as he laughs at just how astounded heâs made you, as if heâs won some little game.Â
You donât want him to move. You actually would quite like him to follow through with the idea.Â
And then, just as if nothing has happened at all, he releases you and walks over to the drinks fridge, grabbing himself a kombucha.Â
âYouâll comp this off for me, yeah? Ta,â he calls, and swans out the shop door that you could have sworn that you locked.Â
Youâre left feeling like youâve been hit by a train.Â
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completely self indulgent college au kazuha drabble that i just pumped out like 5 minutes ago while stuck outside of the house and overstimulated as heck. this is part of a college au i've been working on with my dear friend @puffybee-dreams. poe belongs to her! (thanks for letting me kidnap her >:33)
warnings - gn! reader, vent/comfort thing about being anxious and overstimulated in public. not really going anywhere, just a little drabble that helped me feel better :33 so yeah unedited self indulgence be upon ye
Fire. Burning, burning, electricity that lingers on the ends of your fingertips, leaving everything feel like frayed wires, arcing like somethings not connected where it should be, or perhaps like there was power going through where none should be. It hurt. It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt.
Overwhelmed.
Overclocked.
Overloaded.
For a moment, you had even forgotten where you were, standing in the coffee shop, not even realizing that the woman behind the counter had called your name multiple times already. Confused, and maybe a little perturbed, she turned to her coworker, shoving the paper cup in his hands as he approached, asking him to take over, her mahogany ponytail whipping as she turned to greet another customer who had entered.
Red eyes glanced down to the cup in hand and then back up to you standing there, eyes unfocused as you stared off into nothing. Puzzlement melted into understanding as he put together what was going on. Fortunately they werenât very busy at this hour, giving him the opportunity to slip around the counter, trusting Poe with the other man who had come in on her own. There was a moment of hesitation, as he didnât want to alarm you. Raise his voice too loud and that could send you deeper into fight or flight, tap your shoulder and heâs at risk of catching a fist to the face.
He opted instead to step into your line of vision, piping hot cup of coffee still in his hands as he extended it closer, watching your eyes click into focus, zeroing in on the cup before snapping up to meet his gaze.
âO-Oh god, sorry. My bad.â The gentle smile never wavered on his face even as you stuttered, hands reaching out for the cup with slightly trembling fingertips.
Burning burning burning burning burning.
âIts quite alright,â he said, making a point to keep his voice soft as he spoke, hesitating for a moment before chuckling beneath his breath as he adjusted his visor to fix his white hair beneath, seemingly out of habit. âThough, if I may say, Iâm not sure a coffee would be ideal right now.â
He watched as you blinked back at him, cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. He worried he spoke too much before you looked down at your cup, thumbs brushing against the warm paper above the sleeve.
Grounding. The heat of the cup was grounding. Slowly the familiar, soothing scent of roasted coffee, bitter and warm, began to register vaguely in the back of your mind.
A slightly awkward laugh left your lips. âYeah, youâre probably right. I kinda just⌠got what I always get.â
His expression softened further, a light chuckle passing his lips as he did. As much as he would like to claim ignorance, he didnât miss the aversion of your eyes from his as he laughed. It wasnât an uncommon reaction to him, but on you, for some reason he couldnât bring himself to mind. âThatâs understandable.â He motioned to the cup in your hands. âIf youâd allow me to, I wouldnât mind replacing that with a tea. Only if youâd like, of course.â
A beat of hesitation. Thumbs brushing slowly along the space between the sleeve and the lid of the cup, repetitive, thoughtless, necessary.
âIâd hate to bother you with that.â
He smiled, shaking his head. âIts no trouble at all.â The answer was soft, firm, sure. Immediate. âNo one else is in at the moment anyway.â Another soft chuckle left his lips, one that made your heart flutter in a different way than it had been before. Well, at least these feelings swirling in your stomach almost completely blew away the former dread that had settled in there.
Slowly, with a small smile on your lips, you offered him back the cup, glancing to his nametag before meeting his eyes. âIf youâre sure. Thank you, Kazuha.â
His smile returned, gentle, warm, like sunshine peering out from the clouds to warm your skin beneath its glow. It was so simple, but you couldn't help but smile back, basking in this gentle warmth as the burning feelings cooled to embers, not gone, but far more bearable.
#sunny brainrots#a little bit of sugar#genshin posting#kazuha#kaedehara kazuha#kazuha x reader#kazuha x reader fluff#college au shenanigans#siiiiiiiigh#so normal#honored tea party guests
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after quite literally almost dying in the hospital last night, all i can think about is how ellie would react when youâre not doing ok.
youâre her whole entire world so sheâd admittedly not be doing great at all. sheâd get the call that you had to be taken to the hospital via ambulance and sheâd be out the door before anyone could blink.
once she got to the hospital, sheâd be panting from running. sheâd yell your name at the receptionist, not even staying long enough to thank her for giving her your room number. when she finds your room, sheâd barge in, not bothering to knock. youâre laying there asleep with a couple ice packs strewn on your body and three IVâs in each of your arms and 1 in your hand, dripping clear liquid into your body. your skin is slightly red and you look uncomfortable.
âbaby? baby girl, you okay?â sheâd gently put her hand on your leg, not wanting to jostle the multitude of tubes in your hands and arms. youâd slowly blink your eyes open and smile at her, because all you wanted was her while she was away.
âhi, els. missed youâ youâd whisper. you still felt weak. all you wanted was ellie and she was finally there with you.
âwhat happened, mama? i got the call at work and i ran out of the shop mid tattoo. iâm sure iâll have to comp my clientâs whole piece since i bailed.â she tried to joke with you but it didnât cover her worry.
âi was at the beach with dina ân jesse ân i didnât realize how hot it really was because i was in the water most of the time. when we left, i started gettinâ all lightheaded ân i couldnât breathe or stand up. dina called 911 and when i was in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, they said my blood pressure dropped from heat exhaustion and severe dehydration. ââm so stupid.â
youâd be beating yourself up about it, because duh itâs hot at the beach. duh you need to drink more water when itâs that hot. and DUH you shouldnât be in the direct sun for that long anyways!
ellie noticed the tears welling up in your eyes. she knew what was going on in your brain.
âhey hey hey, stop that. you said you were in the water? no wonder you didnât know it was that hot, baby. the water kept you feeling cool. that doesnât make you stupid. my sweet girl just wanted a fun day at the beach, huh? playinâ mermaids and looking for pretty shells?â
sheâd lean over to kiss your forehead, nuzzling her nose into her hair.
âmy smartest girl. people make mistakes, doesnât make you dumb. youâre perfect baby. all i care about is that youâre okay. you scared me.â
youâd obviously preen at her words, feeling better about yourself. youâd look up and quickly peck her nose, feeling so much better that sheâs here with you now.
âmkay. love you so much, els.â
âi love you more, baby girl.â
YES this was self indulgent and YES this is basically what happened to me except mine had â¨chronic illness⨠thrown into it.
#rowie writes#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams angst#ellie tlou x reader#ellie the last of us#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams fluff#tlou fluff
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I knew I was dreaming even before I opened my eyes and saw where I was. The texture of the age-polished wood of the pew seemed real enough. The corner of the fabric had been rubbed down to almost nothing by all the hundreds and thousands of people that had placed their right hand here to steady themselves as they stood and turned into the aisle.
No electric lights here. Illumination is by fire as God intended, bitch. But not many candles were burning so there was just enough light for me to see by, but not enough warmth for me to be comfortable in. But you know how it is with cathedrals. High ceilings hold and reflect the warmth from below. This place was never supposed to be empty.
He stood before the altar, on the steps. His robes and adornments glittering in the candlelight. The candles by the altar behind him burned with something other than flame, with something that would burn me as fuel if I got too close.
Something that threatened to do more than warm my brow if I were to yield to it. I raised my hand to my face and felt the offer of heat above it. But the presence did not push, did not cascade over me to sear my senses without effort. I realized I was being given a choice, a rarity.
"So, it's a request, this time. Not an obligation." For all I have done, for all that I have picked up and placed back down, I remember my oaths, I remember what I am bound to. I remember the terms of my agreements.
"Aye." His voice is a blend of clearly heard tenor and clearly felt bass. The kind of voice that would mesmerize me if he were to chant or sing with any shadow of effort. Self-harmonizing, his voice was one of many markers that demonstrated his mastery of self-control and dedication to his cause.
"Then, I decline. Last year almost killed me. I still have a reckoning in three nights, and it will take me more than that to recover should I indulge."
He nodded. In agreement, acceptance, or atonement, I was not sure. But he said nothing to challenge my refusal to step forward. I lowered my hand, but did not move. I kept my right hand on the corner of the pew to steady myself into this place. Perhaps, to anchor myself in this place. Old fears had been kindled anew and I felt like I was within the teeth of a predator's maw.
In a way, I always have been, I suppose. The more I learn, the more I recontextualize what happened before, the more angry I get, the more brilliant I burn in response. I must not yield to wrath. A wrathful person is a handy tool for those with cooler dispositions.
Without words, he inquired why I had not left. Without words, I inquired if he had any further words for me. Without words, we laid bare our regrets about what could have been if only I had the faith to see nothing else.
Without words, I bowed a respectful farewell and held on to the pew to steady myself as I turned to leave.
"Your work is not done." His honey-thick voice curled around my ankles, holding me in mid-turn. "You have made a better place for yourself, but at the cost of blackening thickening the shadows that line the walls. Release them. Or, in the manner of your speaking, unpack your shit."
His voice ceased, and the bindings on me were released. I did not move. I knew of what he spoke. I knew why I had not completed that task. I knew my fears were strengthening in the dark places I had literally stuffed them into.
I knew he had a point, dammit.
I wanted to turn back to him and challenge him about some of those shadows. About the light that created them. About the bargains that were created on my behalf when I was unable to bargain for myself and the terms of those bargains. About a devil with mismatched eyes. But I knew that to turn back to face him was to accept the duty that was still waiting for me to yield and become the vessel for the fire that burns even angels.
I remember that I have a duty to myself first.
"I'll think about it." I gathered my strength into my right hand, still gripping the pew. "But I appreciate the reminder." I complete the turn and face the emptiness where the doors should be. As if I needed further confirmation that I am dreaming.
Behind me, I feel him gesturing at the altar. Something peaceful settles on my shoulder like a shawl. I nod in appreciative thanks and let go of the pew.
I wake up.
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Six Shots (an Oshecki Cantina Date)
Day 4: Iâll Look You Up (Cantina Date)
Summary: After they parted ways a year and a half ago, Osha and Jecki finally go on the Cantina date they planned. And letâs just say theyâre not here to make friends.
Notes: With all apologies to Sam Smith. This fic is based on their song of the same name. CW for Alcohol Use (but not abuse). Written for @oshecki-week 2024. And no, I wonât explain the backstory. Read it on Ao3 or below the cut.
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Better with the lights onâWe can play my favourite song
There she was. Beautiful, bashful, brilliant Jecki Lon, walking into the Coruscanti cantina like she owned the place. It had been a yearâŚish(? two?) since Osha had last seen her, and the time had been kind to her.Â
âOsha! Glad you found your way here.â Jecki pulled up a stool to the high table Osha was sitting at.Â
âYeah this place is pretty cool. Tucked away but not impossible to find. And the vibesâŚâ Osha made a vague gesture to their surroundings. Neon glow bathed the entire room, dancing on the patronsâ skins, reflecting in the brushed chrome as blobs of color.Â
Jecki smiled, âpretty great right?â She motioned to the waiter, then asked Osha âdrink preferences?â
âI donât really care, to be honest.â In truth, sheâd only loved one drink, a bottle of Andoan wine she received a comp for a truly harrowing shipment in CorpSec. Most other drinks were just fine.Â
The waiter arrived, âhey Jecki, new date?â
âMore like an old friend. Can you get us the usual?â
Oshaâs heart sank, just a little.Â
âOf course.â The waiter left.Â
âYou have a usual order? For all the dates you have?â Osha was trying to make sense of Jeckiâs life as she stared at her porcelain skin, currently tinted blue in the club lights.Â
Jecki laughed, âyeah, Iâve been around a few times, met a few girls. Sol gave me a lot more leeway after the incident.â
Looking at me, take one shot, two shotâHit deeper, taste sweeter
The waiter brought over a flight of shot glassesâwhiskey, by the look of it.Â
Jecki lifted one up and toasted, âto life.â
Osha followed suit, âto the light.âÂ
The two women drank.Â
âWow, itâs been a minute since I had Chandrila.â Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the company, but Osha actually enjoyed the sweet heat. âItâs good.âÂ
âGlad you like it.â Jecki savored the moment. An aching eternity stretched between them, and she hoped to bridge it.
Good but it feels wrongâI can last so long
As the conversation continued, Osha let go of the tension she was gripping. âSo what have you been up to lately?â
âYou know, some typical Jedi business. But I was involved with a missing ship investigation.â
This intrigued Osha. âOh? Can you tell me more?â
âDid you hear the news about the Free Enterprise?â
âYeah, big colony ship from Eriadu, got lost in hyperspace. We still get news out in CorpSec.â
Jecki leaned in, âTasi and I found evidence of sabotage.â Almost a whisper now, âThe Techno Union transferred large amounts of money to a few crew members before the voyage left. Then they showed up to the destination and started their own mining operations.â
Osha and Jecki were now inches apart. Osha absentmindedly placed her hand on Jeckiâs. âSo what happened?â
âOne of the Techno Unionâs board members resigned and is currently awaiting a sealed trial.â Jeckiâs face dropped. âWe couldnât find the colony ship.â
Osha lifted up Jeckiâs chin, âHey, you found the people responsible. Sometimes you canât save everyone.â
âYeah, but it still hurts.â Jecki was taking in Oshaâs smile, âI donât think theyâre dead, just in a different place. Someplace we havenât looked.âÂ
Looking at me take three shot, four shotâThroat heat up, get sweeter
Jecki leaned back, suddenly aware of how close they were. She picked up another shot glass. âTo the Free Enterpriseâ
Osha followed suit. âTo lost ships.â
The two women drank.
The cantina atmosphere caught up with them. Jecki, despite her best efforts, continued to stare at Osha.Â
âWhat?â
âYour braids, I love how they change colors in the different lights.â
Osha blushed, âWell thatâs the nicest thing anyoneâs told me lately.âÂ
âThat bad out in CorpSec?â Despite her initiative, Jecki was still more than happy to deflect.
âI just donât get off ships much.âÂ
It's so hard babe, loving meâI'm like a whiskey, you can feel it Hit so strong but taste so sweetâThere's no loving me, no way
âMust be lonely then.â
âItâs fine. I do my job, I get paid. No complications, no attachments.â
Jecki chuckled, âIâm pretty sure thatâs not what you were supposed to take from the code.â
Osha felt like she had to defend herself. âLook, Iâm not good with people.â
âYouâre pretty great with me.â
You say you need me, but you don't know meâI'm the dark type, forever lonely Hit so strong but taste so sweetâThere's no loving me, no way
âIf you were gonna flirt with me like this, whyâd you call me an âold friendâ?â
âI didnât know where we stood.â Jecki didnât want to lose the moment. âI didnât want to presumeâŚâ
âJecki, I asked to get drinks with you at a cantina, and let you pick where. I thought it was obvious.â
Now Jecki was turning a bright shade of pink. âWellâŚâ she started smiling, ââŚgood, I hoped so.âÂ
I know you know what it isâI can tell you know it hits
âCan you tell me something you like about me?â Osha still wasnât sure she even deserved a date like this.
âYouâre gorgeous and resourceful. I feel like I could talk to you about anything.â
With that, any façade Osha still had left crumpled around her.
Let your feelings go, you've been working so hard Put the week downâPray in a space with me, hand on my heart now
âJeckiâŚIâŚI donât deserve this.â
âNo, no, no, youâve lost so much, you deserve just as much joy.â She reached out and intertwined her fingers with Oshaâs.
âItâs just, youâre beautiful and a Jedi and successful andââ
Jecki cut her off, ââIâm everything you wish you were.â
âYeah.â
âWell thatâs Bantha-shit, because youâre everything I want. Well traveled, beautiful, resourceful, better-connected to the galaxy.â Jecki paused, then leaned in. âWe can stop envying each otherâs lives for a night and just enjoy the company.â
A thought, almost a whisper from Osha, âStars, I need to kiss her.â
Jecki pulled her in and whispered back, âMy lips are yours.â
The first moments were a quiet sonata, wholly different from the techno beats around them. Then it swelled into a jam session, an impromptu melody accompanied by tight harmony. Then it became a rock opera, a wall of sound drowning out the universe.
And the two women were stars.
Oh beat it upâI know how to mix it up Let your body go with the slow as we grow with the weekendâTake five shots, six shots, oh
As the kiss broke, one of them inhaled âstars, sheâs good.â
âWant more?â Jecki teased.
âPlease.â It was the neediest voice Osha had ever used.
Shot glasses were grabbed. The two women drank.
As the symphony of kisses continued, they began dancing to the cantinaâs music. Bodies pressed together, moving to the thumping bass line. Osha traced her hands up and down Jeckiâs curves. Jecki draped her arms around Oshaâs neck.
They were utterly enthralled with one another.
The song drew to a close. After kissing Oshaâs neck and cheek a few times, Jecki whispered, âcan I come back to your hotel room?â
âFollow me.â Osha grabbed Jeckiâs hand and pulled her out of the bar.
It's so hard babe, loving me (It's so hard)âI'm like a whiskey, you can feel it Hit so strong but taste so sweetâThere's no loving me, no way
The two ran, hand in hand, a few blocks along side streets. Oshaâs room was up one flight of stairs from the hotel entrance.Â
Clothes started coming off before the door even closed.Â
âI need you right now. Youâre incredible, Osha.â
âJecki, already? You havenât even experienced half of me yet.â
Osha fell into her bed and pulled Jecki down on top of her yet.
You say you need me, but you don't know meâI'm the dark type, forever lonely Hit so strong but taste so sweetâThere's no loving me, no way
#oshecki#osha aniseya#jecki lon#star wars fanfiction#ao3#sapphic star wars#osheckiweek2024#osha x jecki#osheckiweek#the acolyte#bar date#alcohol use#sw fanfic#sam smith
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Wip Update- The Eden Club
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omg endings are so fucking hard. I'm like this,
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trying to connect together all the shit I set up in the early chapters LAST YEAR.
bruhhh
anyway here's the first 15 chapters and below the cut is a lil sneak peak of the last chapter!
The work-in-progress polycule has cleaned up, left the club, and resumed their naked, lying in bed activities at Hankâs. Sumo is laying comfortably across all of their feet, more than a little ecstatic to have Connor and Gavin back home. Â
Connorâs laying on his back sandwiched between his humans, his left hand intertwined with Gavinâs. Gavinâs free hand is holding a half-smoked cigarette, but Itâs been over 3 minutes since heâs last taken a puff. Hankâs got Connorâs other hand raised against his warm, if not a little prickly from his mustache. Heâs smiling, for the first time in a long time; happy heâs got his whole family under one roof again.Â
Itâs quiet, but it's also comfortable. Natural, and everything the three of them hoped this could be when this all started.Â
For the last fifteen minutes, the trio has been content to just bask in the peaceful moments.Â
âHey Connor?â Gavinâs question are the first words spoken in minutes.Â
âYes?â he chips, turning his face to give Gavin his full attention. The manâs eyes stay on the ceiling, but his spike in heart rate signals Gavin knows Connorâs looking at him.Â
âCan I ask you a question? Like⌠a personal one?â
Hank has tuned in too. Connor can feel his body shifting beside him.Â
âOf course Gavin.â
Now Gavin is quiet. His blood pressure has risen a bit more, indicating the likelihood of a thorny question.Â
âDo youâŚâ Gavin swallows, âyou know, like it?âÂ
Connorâs own anxiety and simulated systems react suspiciously to the question. More due to the rawness of the last 48 hours than an impression Gavin was trying to trap him.
âDo I like what?â Connor deflects, hoping to buy another few seconds.Â
âYou know what Iâm asking...â Gavin says but his tone doesnât indicate judgement, jealously, or resentment. Just genuine curiosity. Which is the main reason why Connor he answers the question.Â
â...It's complicated.â
âBaby,â Hank chimes in, winding his hand around Connorâs middle and squeezing him close. âWe live and breathe âcomplicated.â Lay it on us.âÂ
Connor smiles, the body heat and dual support from them helping him feel more at ease than heâs been in weeks.
âYes, I suppose I do like- aspects of it. But there are other aspects, I could do without.â
âLike uh, like what?â Gavin asks further and Connorâs quiet again. Fear telling him to keep his mouth shut.Â
âHey, weâre not going anywhere,â Hank reassures, and Gavin makes sure to nod his agreement too. Â
âThank you,â Connor shudders, tension melting off him near instantly. He didn't realize how badly he needed to hear that. It's the only thing allowing him to continue the dialogue. âCertain dynamics of the club may have changed, but that doesn't mean the clientele necessarily has. And I know, I know, you donât trust him Hank, but Elijah has given me more freedoms than even I could imagine.âÂ
Hank tenses slightly behind him at the mention of Kamski and Connor feels terrible for all the discomfort heâs caused Hank this last month.
Those statements certainly pique Gavinâs attention.Â
âWhoa, Elijah, like Elijah Kamski?âÂ
âYeah,â Hank growls, âSlimeball bought the damn place.âÂ
Gavinâs eyebrows flew to his hairline.Â
âWhat happened to Floyd?â
âPrison.â
âOh shit,â Gavin laughs, âyeah, well, serves him right.â
âIn many ways a change in management has been beneficial for the club,â Connor adds. âI make my own schedule, Elijah doesn't take a cut of my tips. I can work the floor or the rooms whenever I want.â
âHuh,â Gavin says, âSounds too good to be true, sure he's not playing you?â
âNot entirely,â Connor shrugs, âbut so far heâs kept things professional.â
Hank scoffs a little bitterly at that, obviously his opinion on Elijah Kamski will take more time to change. Â
âMore or less,â Connor compromises.Â
âWhat's more or less?â Gavin asks.Â
âWorkplace fraternization for starters,â Hank canât seem to keep behind his teeth.
Connor huffs a bit of his own frustration. But he understands. And heâd much rather they talk about this, than not.Â
âEverything has been mutually consensual. Heâs running a clean operation, in legal terms at least. Though I doubt that place could pass a health inspection.â
âWhoa, whoa, hang on,â Gavin interrupts, still catching up with all of this new information, âyou fucked your boss?âÂ
âBoth of them, technically.â Connor says, the side of his mouth going up. He hoped referring to Hank would ease some of the shared tension in the room.
It did, 30%.
Now Gavinâs jaw drops open and he laughs, loud and braying, positivity amused.Â
âHe any good?âÂ
Hank bops the top of Gavinâs head with his hand to end that conversation.Â
âWhat? I'm just curious!â Gavin defends.Â
Hank rolls his eyes.
âYeah well Iâm not.âÂ
Connor squeezes Hankâs hand before pivoting. Â
âIâm very lucky to have two strong officers to protect me.â
Hank barks his laughter, but it sounds genuine and not forced.Â
"Anytime babe."
Hank's lips on his shoulder again give him the confidence to continue catching Gavin up.
âI also wouldn't have understood the numerous benefits of sex toys and orgasms without the job. I think weâre all incredibly thankful for that.â
âOh hell yeah,â Gavin laughs.
âI still want to take you two to Vâs shop. I think weâre due a shopping trip.â
âI canât even remember the last time I was in a sex shop,â Hank chuckles, but agrees.Â
âWait, whoâs V?â Gavin asks and Connor flushes in a combination of embarrassment and fear.Â
âAnother android Iâve been seeing⌠They own an adult toy store on Cherry and 8th⌠Iâm sorry I didn't prioritize telling you two about them sooner. I actually think the three of you would get along.â
The suggestion gets a moment of hesitation before gavi asks, Â
âS that a girl name or a boy name? V?"Â
Connor exhales his anxitey.Â
"It's their name. Theyâre nonbinary. I spent majority of today with them actually, when I was struggling. It was helpful, to get an outside perspective on everything I was, I am feeling.â
âAre things, ya know, serious?â Gavin asks and Connor doesn't need his advanced sensors to pick up on his insecurity bleeding through.Â
âOur relationship status raised today, but Iâm not looking to replace either of you. And neither are they with their partner. Theyâve been good to me. Iâd love for you to meet them. Should you be interested.â
Connor can feel Hank and Gavin exchanging looks before Hank shrugs, pressing a kiss to Connorâs shoulder.
âSure. Should have plenty of time. Seeing as uh,â Hank clears his throat, before saying the next 7 words in a rush, âIâm suspended for the next few weeks...â
Gavin and Connor both bolt upright in the bed, wearing nearly identical shocked expressions.
âHank!âÂ
âWhat the phck happened!?âÂ
Their motions startle Sumo up and off the bed in a big commotion.Â
âWow, you guys could be twins,â Hank mutters sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.
#sinful sunday#the eden club#hankconvin#hank x connor x gavin#hankvin800#gavin reed#hank anderson#connor rk800#detroit become human#find me on ao3#sunwarmed ash#links in pinned#i post new stuff every sunday
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Today's compilation:
Boom 2001 2001 Pop / Latin Pop / Adult Contemporary / Europop / Dance-Pop / R&B
Man, I feel like I haven't done one of these super ridiculous turn-of-the-millennium Now That's What I Call Music!-type Euro comps in a very long and hot minute. And I really do tend to love these things for a few different reasons: one, you get a nice nostalgia rush with a bunch of good and fun hits from yesteryear that were popular on a global scale; two, you get to learn what another part of the world was rocking to in addition to all those global hits; and three, because pop industries all across Europe can't seem to ever help themselves, you also get some of the most mindlessly schlocky and cringiest trash imaginable đ¤Š. And fortunately, for better or worse, this end-of-2001 dispatch from Spain's then-long-running Boom series manages to pack all of that in here.
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So, ultimately, what we have with this release is a pair of discs. One consists of songs that are sung entirely in Englishâexcept for an inexplicably lacking, instrumental version of *NSYNC's "Pop"?!âand the other one is fully in Spanish.
And disc one, naturally, contains all the classic bops that were both popular in Spain and elsewhere. With a bunch of these, you basically have what amounts to some of the most essential items for a totally killer 2001 pop playlist. There's Kylie Minogue's brilliant "Can't Get You Out of My Head;" Gorillaz' idyllically summery Soulchild remix of "19-2000," which actually features none other than the Talking Heads' own Tina Weymouth on backing vocals; Janet Jackson's "All for You," which samples the Italo-disco, Luther Vandross-led classic, "The Glow of Love" by Change, that was also sampled around the same time by duo Phats & Small for their own house banger, "Turn Around;" and Daft Punk's never-going-out-of-style "One More Time." Just pure, lovely early aughts heat in every single one of those đĽ.
But then there's the rest of this thing, which happens to come with a couple of those very distinct and personally sought after "what in the fuck am I actually listening to right now?"-type moments. One of these is a contemporary Eurodisco tune from some entity named FundaciĂłn Tony Manero called "Super Sexy Girl." Just peep some of the elite and super nuanced songwriting that went into making this total masterpiece:
Yup! I mean, how terrific is that? Isn't it amazing that someone would take the time to record something like this and then have a big label push it out and then have it included on a comp like this too? Just phenomenal work all around by everyone involved as far as I'm concerned. If your hand touched this specimen in any way, I would just like to personally say, from the bottom of my heart, thank you đđĽš.
And then for another healthy dose of unbelievable crap, we haveâyep, you totally guessed it!âa Spanish-language cover of Billy Ray Cyrus' mega-country hit, "Achy Breaky Heart," delivered by a Mexican singer named Coyote Dax. Now, if you thought the world had left "Achy Breaky" behind and in the dust all the way back in 1992, I just don't think you understand, because this beast went all the way to the motherfuckin' top in Spain almost a whole decade later. Can't say I was expecting to hear anything quite like this on this album in particular, so, once again, the only thing I can say is that I'm forever grateful for it đ.
But folks, not all of the rest of this thing is bad. There's a genuinely interesting song from some band called Shivaree who are one of those groups who never achieved any real success at home in the US, but still managed to chart on the other side of the Atlantic. And I don't know if "Goodnight Moon" is fully representative of their sound, but it *kinda* sounds like if a young Britney Spears had been given some made-for-Amy-Winehouse, retro country-gothic-type music to sing over; especially when frontwoman Ambrosia Parsley gets to morphing her voice into something distinctly sweeter. And if you've seen a specific pair of episodes of Dawson's Creek, then you've definitely heard this song before too.
And lastly, I guess I never actually knew that this existed in the first place, but there's a Spanish-language version of J. Lo's "Ain't It Funny" on here; not the much more popular remix with Ja Rule that sampled Craig Mack's "Flava in Ya Ear," but the much less remembered and completely different original version. If you like that one, then you'll probably enjoy it in a different tongue too as "Que ironĂa." Well-made, catchy Latin pop.
So, really glad that I got what I came for with this. A pretty excellent trip down memory lane, an education on some other stuff that hit big in Spain like that Shivaree song, and then some truly atrocious, can't-turn-it-off-like-I-can't-look-away-from-a-car-accident wonders đ. Five outta five on the 'Boom Meter' indeed.
Highlights:
CD1:
Kylie Minogue - "Can't Get You Out of My Head" Gorillaz - "19/2000" Destiny's Child - "Independent Women, Part 1" Janet Jackson - "All for You" Atomic Kitten - "Eternal Flame" Dido - "Here With Me" FundaciĂłn Tony Manero - "Super Sexy Girl" Safri Duo - "Played-A-Live (The Bongo Song)" Depeche Mode - "I Feel Loved" Lenny Kravitz - "Again" Modjo - "Chillin" Daft Punk - "One More Time" Roxette - "The Centre of the Heart" Shivaree - "Goodnight Moon"
CD2:
Jennifer Lopez - "Que ironĂa" Coyote Dax - "No rompas mi corazĂłn"
#pop#latin pop#latin#latin music#adult contemporary#europop#euro pop#dance pop#r&b#dance#dance music#r & b#electronic#electronic music#music#2000s#2000s music#2000's#2000's music#00s#00s music#00's#00's music
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So. Zenless Zone Zeroâ
âis basically everything I expected.
I'm going to say it outright: This game is phenomenal. The combat is excellent, the characters are fresh and fun, the lack of standard five weapons types is a BLESSING, and it operates exactly like Genshin, except - well - better.
(I mean, very objectively, technically better.)
I made a post a while back stating how I believe Hoyo has given up on Genshin. Between QoL changes ONLY appearing AFTER Wuthering Waves gained popularity and became a true competitor, and the fact we still don't have a lot of features other Hoyo games boast (like HSR and ZZZ both having higher than 200 "Resin" equivalents and a Free Limited 5â, etc.), this game proves my point.
Where Genshin struggles with repetitive and constricting battle mechanics, ZZZ does not. Without Elemental Reactions, there's no "best" team comp, like how dendro "needed" to use Hyperbloom for the longest time to be most efficient, and everyone defaults to Vaporize teams for Pyro mains. Without rigid weapon types, every character feels unique and there's a freedom to experience combat from kickboxing to chainsaws to bows and arrows! The combat is seamless with character-swapping dodging and counter attacks, clear indicators for when to dodge, etc. And there's a wealth of things to do every day while you're mozying about your morning routine.
Instead of getting stuck with the same exact commissions over and over and over again, now you have a little flexibility! Get a cup of coffee, read the paper, check your phone, and fill out commissions or auto-complete for a faster time. It sounds repetitive, but it's nice having more to do with more substance, and who DOESN'T want to be greeted by a cute puppy with green nail polish every day? Not to mention, being able to run around a singular road and get everything done in a nice, enclosed space feels good.
I'm sick of running these vast distances from a teleporter without any stamina left. It sucks. Meanwhile, Zenless is condensed and there is no stamina. Its just "run as much as you wantâ have fun!" And i do. Its one of my favorite features of Wuthering Waves, as well! And - hilariously to me - it feels extremely reminiscent of Persona games, which i ALSO love! (The practice of going around and getting certain foods and speaking with certain people everyday to progress the story and build upon your power output is not a foreign concept to me: In fact, i like it alot more than Genshin's slapdash and boring means of doing so.)
Not to mention the main mechanics of "exploration" vs battle are nice! It gives a shift in pace and doesn't leave the player particularly bored of one or the other. It lets you rest your reflexes and train your brain, then swaps back again to get you back into the heat of battle! It's dynamic and fun, and - not to mention - their Hollow Zero exploration feels exactly like Wuthering's Depths of Illusive Realm, which is SO fun!! (I wish Depths was back right now, omg I miss it! đ) And it's an excellent, challenging way of getting decent rewards and prizes, which is a welcomed surprise from the greed I'm used to on Genshin where players are given almost nothing for very long playtimes and mediocre gameplay.
All-in-all, ZZZ has proven me right. Hoyo doesn't care about Genshin anymore, but MORE IMPORTANTLY, they're putting all their love into Zenless and it SHOWS! It's an excellent game, and if you're a fan of Genshin or - ESPECIALLY - Wuthering Waves, I'd highly recommend giving this game a try!
It's a blast, and I'm gonna go now to play it - haha - so ttyl! Time for my coffee and dailies. đđđ
Thanks for reading. â¤ď¸
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January 2002
January 2, 2002
âcold ass motherfuckersâÂ
no heat in the van. nice. its so cold guys. the shows have been amazing. new years was so much fun. we are going to try to sneak into canada right now. see you soon.
love
pete
January 2, 2002
âcanada dryâÂ
dude canada is great for hardcore. we had to sneak over the border because our contract was no good. somthing about the canadian government trying tolimit american cultures effects. welltheygot a healthy dose of arma angelus today. we had to sneak over. i am writing this one at a youth hostile right now. kids weresinging along and going offtonight in ottowa. i have heard that montreal is only going to be better. i am having the time of my life being sofar away from my problems at home. i just wanted to take the time to thank everyone for supporting us and allowing me to do this-anyway, weâre off to montreal with no heat. but feeling good anyway-
see everybody soon.
love pete
January 4, 2002
âhardcoreisaliveincanadaâ
first off i have toapologize for how this one looks. the spacebar does not work on this kids computer. so i am going to use â-â thisforaspace.-we-drove-into-montreal-last-night.-and-hung-in-the-city-all-day.-the-show-tonight-was-fucking-sick,.-kids-had-promised-us-it-would-be-a-good-show-and-we-were-not-let-down.-the-kids-here-are-so-great.-kids-went-nuts-when-we-played.-and-we-sold-1000-dollars-in-merch.-more-than-weâve-ever-sold.-anyway-this-entry-looks-dumb-as-hell.-i-think-our-long-island-show-may-have-fallen-through.-so-we-may-end-up-in-boston-with-throwdown-orhere-again-on-the-hatebreed-show.
anyway-this-is-turning-out-to-be-our-best-tour-ever,-we-have-sold-out-a-bunch-of-our-merch.-weâll-see-you-all-soon.
love
â-
pete
January 5, 2002
âmy voice will beâŚâÂ
yes. we played montreal again tonight. it was even better. this time it was with hatebreed, poison the well and A death for every sin. it was hot. like 600-700 kids. kids knew the shit and went off. in between songs i took a picture of all these kids giving the metal sign- it was crazy- a couplehundred kids saying âcheeseâ- weâll get it up on our site when we get a chance. i just left with a really good vibe. thanks to all of our friends old and new from canada that made this trip really great for us. weâre trying some of the new stuff live out on the road, so far it has been going over pretty well. on the way back into the U.S. we got stopped for me making up some bunk story of where we were on the spot. the guy then talked to us about goofy stuff and pretty much laughed at us, he was cool though. he knew about drums and stuff. anyway enough bad stories that make no sense. weâre playing philly tommorrow with Kill your idols and Punishment- then newyorkcity with Throwdown and bleeding through. best tour ever. weâre sleeping in syracuse tonight- it feels like a home away from home. its wierd we get crazier reactions on the road than we do in our own city. oh well. canada was a total sucess- and i got to eat all kinds of wierd candy bars and drinks that we donât have in the U.S.- yes.
see you soon fuckers.
ânobodyâs got style like usâ
pete
January 5, 2002
âdo you ever get the feeling youâve been cheated?âÂ
iâm so sorry. we got over the border late after hatebreed and didnât realize that the show started at 2pm today. long story short weâre not going to make it. we will get there one of these days and i apoligize for this one.
oh yeah 1700+ from three days in canada- we'r e thousandaires.
pete
 January 15, 2002
âthe oldest movie i ever saw.â
whats up? so weâve been back for awhile. weâre writing for this slayer comp and the unbroken comp. tim is out of town so we canât get a whole lot done. oh well. the new stuff we have been working on is totally boss though. you will like it. iâm back in school right now. boring. i think i am going to take next semester off and just do bands full time. hopefully by then between Arma and Fall Out Boy there will be no free time anyway. uh oh new realworld is on in like ten minutes. i bet it is going to be weak as hell. they need to get me up in that motherfucking show. other than band stuff my week has blown. i am slowly slipping out of someoneâs life,not for any reason other than i am to busy with band stuff right now. it sucks. but i will just fail you right now anyway. letting people down is like the worst thing ever. â⌠and in the end i got honerable mention in the movie of my life starring you instead of me⌠the oldest movie i ever saw was the one made togetherâŚâ i hav to say i love the guys in my band. i love the people i meet on tour. oh yeah. posi. feb. 2nd weâre playing the metro with rise against and Agnostic Front. be there. love, pete
January 30, 2002
âthey only love you when youâre on topâÂ
haha. pretty hilarious how many people have been calling and emailing me about getting into the Metro show- âyou know i always liked you guysâ- fucking die. i hate everyone. so much bullshit. hardcore was cooler before the internet and before fuckign losers paraded around yelling âmosh you faggotsâ. iâm sorry. anyway i think weâre actually gonna get out to detroit and play a show in early march i forget with who. weâre also playing with bloodlet and deadtofall here in march and some other shows. other than that weâre just taking some time to regroup and should hit the road latespring/early summer. it snowed here. sledding. yes. snow always reminds me of tim burton movies. if i had to live forever somewhere itâd be inside one of those. i quit.
tim grenadexjumper: iâm going to LA when we get back blah blah
adam: iâm sick as fuck for real.
pete: donât do it dude shes fat.
chris xbeastslayerx: but she had some dope ____ hahahaha
jim: you are what killed the core
todd: sleep.
charlie: okay so this is a tour story right?
you should know: the new TKT is good as are first kisses and letters written on napkins at four in the morning. fall out boy is recording- you will listen. tim spent a week in LA he probably has AIDS. Be at the Metro at 6:30 on sunday or i will kill you- if youâre our friend or been supporting us you will be on the list.
love pete
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EOD handled the bombs. SSTP treated the wounds. PRP processed the bodies. The o8s fired DPICM. The MAW provided CAS. The o3s patrolled the MSRs. Me and PFC handled the money.
If a sheikh supported the ISF, we distributed CERP. If the ESB destroyed a building, we gave fair comp. If the 03s shot a civilian, we paid off the families. That meant leaving the FOB, where it's safe, and driving the MSRs.
I never wanted to leave the FOB. I never wanted to drive the MSRs or roll with 03s. PFC did. But me, when I got 3400 in boot camp, I thought, Great. I'd work in an office, be a POG. Be the POG of POGs and then go to college for business. I didn't need to get some, I needed to get the G.I. Bill. But when I was training at BSTS, they told me, You better learn this, 3400s go outside the wire. A few months later, I was strapped up, M4 in Condition 1, surrounded by o3s, backpack full of cash, twitchiest guy in Iraq.
I did twenty-four missions, some with Marine 03s, some with National Guardsmen from 2/136. My last mission was to AZD. A couple of Iraqis had driven up fast on a TCP. They ignored the EOF, the dazzlers and the warning shots, and died for it. I'd been promoted to E4, so PFC was taking over consolation payments, but I went with him to give a left-seat right-seat on working off the FOB. PFC always needed his hand held. In the HMMWV it was me, PFC, PV2 Herrera, and SGT Green. Up in the turret on the 240G was SPC Jaegermeir-Schmidt, aka J-15.
There wasn't a lot to look at on the MS south of HB. We scanned for all the different types of IEDs AQI would throw at us. IEDs made of old 122 shells, or C4, or homemade explosives. Chlorine bombs mixed with HE. VBIEDs in burned-out cars. SVBIEDs driven by lunatics. IEDs in drainage ditches or dug into the middle of the road. Some in the bodies of dead camels. Others daisy-chained together-one in the open to make you stop, another to kill you where you stand. IEDs everywhere, but most missions, nothing. Even knowing how bad the MSRs were, knowing we could die, we got bored.
PFC said, "It'd be cool to get IED'd, 'long as no one got hurt."
J-15 snapped, said, "That's bad juju, that's worse than eating the Charms in an MRE."
Temp was 121, and I remember bitching about the AC. Then the IED hit.
PV2 swerved and the HMMWV rolled. It wasn't like the HEAT trainer at Lejeune. JP-8 leaked and caught fire, burning through my MARPATs. Me and SGT Green got out, and then we pulled PV2 out by the straps of his PPE. But PV2 was uncon-scious, and I ran back for PFC, but he was on the side where the IED hit, and it was too late.
PFC's Eye Pro cracked and warped in the heat. The plastic snaps on his PPE melted. And even though J-15 left his legs. behind, at least he got CASEVAC'd to the SSTP and died on the table. PRP had to wash PFC out with Simple Green and peroxide.
The MLG awarded me a NAM with a V. Don't see too many 3400s got a NAM with a V. It's up there next to my CAR and my Purple Heart and my GWOT Expeditionary and my Sea Service and my Good Cookie and my NDS. Even 03s show respect when they see it. But give me a NAM with a V, give me the Medal of Honor, it doesn't change that I'm still breathing. And when people ask what the NAM is for, I say it's so I don't feel bad that I was too slow for PFC.
In boot camp, the DIs teach you Medal of Honor stories.Most recipients were KIA. Their families didn't get a. homecoming, they got a CACO knocking on their door. They got SGLI. They got a trip to Dover to see Marines lift the remains out of a C-130. They got a closed casket, because IEDs and SAF don't leave pretty corpses. The DIs tell you these stories over and over, and even a POG like me knows what they mean.
So I tell my family, "I'm staying in-the G.I. Bill can wait." And I tell my OIC, "Sir, I want to go to OEF. OEF's where the fight is now." And I tell my girlfriend, "Okay, leave me." And I tell PFC, "I wish it'd been me," even though I don't mean it.
I'm going to OEF. As a 3400. As a POG, but a POG with experience. I'll distribute CERP again. I'll roll with 03s again. And maybe I'll get IED'd again. But this time, out on the MSRs, I will be terrified.
I will remember the sounds PFC made. I will remember that I was his NCO, so he was my responsibility. And I will remember PFC himself as though I loved him. So I won't really remember PFC at all--not why I gave him low PRO/CONs, not why I told him he'd never make E4.
Instead I will remember that our HMMWV had 5 PX. That the SITREP was 2 KIA, 3 WIA. That KIA means they gave everything. That WIA means I didn't.
Phil Klay, âOIF.â
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c5x24 finale
shirtless guy shirtless gal wait she is not dead nvm psycho? That is NOT hair dye, is it? wait lol there IS hair dye there just like that urban legend with the elevator game & the girl in the water tower
the washington monument? beckett is the president of the united states now /j girl that's what TRAINING is for or never in a lifetime I AM just a homicide cop right now! I need training to become what you want me to be!
castle lmao giant green lizard rewrite the book sfkjdhk dad, alexis is talking to you! castle she is a young woman she is making this decision oh, paris he loves her she has nightmares still? Oof, I'm glad that she still has trauma RC: No. But it sounds like someone has. BRO
greets ppl <3 Sito is great bc that is actually where his name is emphasized.
RC: Hey âsito. JE: Hey. RC: Whereâs Beckett? JE: How the hell should I know? ((I love him)) Arenât you two practically living together now? RC: Ah, well, she left me alone for a couple of days so I could finish Deadly Heat, which, by the way, is both deadly and hot, thank you very much for asking. JE: I didnât. ((completely disinterested)) RC: Right. so like is she on call but only just got off the plane? (could clip the zito interaction ig)
hate the siren audio
Love em all in sunglasses which makes sense for actors bc hats would shade their faces too much but I love my hat on sunny days.
smoke on the roof lmao crystal sky? Hippie name. esposito my beloved "gonzalez every once in a while"
My man knows she had smth going on with her dad? they spoke? ah yes prostitute ofc.
Yeah if she was killed you DO need to know the truth
the most sus part of this is how the landlord actually heeded the tenants & their complaints abt bloody water place like this has a security cam in the elevator that actually WORKS?
Ooh I want to busk my way over europe
would she have told you? well she DID stay in a plave like that bro
RC: Straight A student, no history of trouble, on a dream European vacation, turns into a hooker in a ratty hotel. There is no way Iâm letting Alexis go to Costa Rica now.
are you talking about yourself becks?
remember that case with the prof who took a hundred crappy jobs for a book he was writing & becks said "we need his manuscript" & the publisher was like "ain't got one"? yeah reminding me of that.
GIRL TELL HIM
Remember s1e2? elevator times? Wrong floor? THIS REALLY IS LIKE THE GIRL IN THE WATER TANK PLAYING THE ELEVATOR GAME Stairs? & did the 80yo come back down? whipsers "it's expensive" nobody coming into her room yet she had those sounds? Cam girl?
Well could the water have washed it away? LP: Water has a great way of washing away things like trace DNA. Also dr parish a bit earlier: If she was a prostitute, she wasnât very good at it. thereâs no evidence of sexual activity.
Well he could still be doing illegal stuff even if he didn't murder "but of course I wasn't spying on her all night every night" is what I would say
laptop comp sci esposito's hair is nice I like & ryan's outfit is great wait is this going to be a plot episode with the senator & all this stuff
these two same brain uwu. Also beckett totally used to be "wow who knew I should look for evidence when I could make things up" but now she is same braining with castle & looks for evidence to support or disprove the story. & rysposito are watching caskett finish each others sentences fdkjskldjl
"she's all yours" XD
is she in trouble? for not telling your boss you are leaving? "you were supposed to be on call" Gates knows that people deserve to move on & turnover rate is real *flashforward to her hating the job in s6* don't say kill for it! You're a homicide cop! gates is so proud of beckett
Lanie my beloved also what is in her mug? She doesn't drink coffee calls it twelve-midnight
beckett pronounce your Ts depends on the opportunity! Castle & everyone else in your life! You can always decline the job say "moi" & kiss him thru the phone!!
rysposito great outfits, ellis great character really? Which ones SHUUP
BRINGS HER COFFEE DOESN'T EVEN MENTION IT JUST GIVES HER THE COFFEE I like castle in this more red outfit, beckett looks amazing. Ryan I already mentioned but again hhhh he's so good RC: which is why you need me KB: *considering leaving*
clipping the "thank you?"
my partner mitch bauer, nice, & noce how she asks him to double check for her. MB: Is she in custody? RC: Sort of. She's dead.
The way their faces look
most of them or all of them lol
RC: So without it weâre dead in the water. Much like Erika. RC+JE: Too soon
RYAN IS SO SMART-- I DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT THAT, ABOUT WHERE THE CALL CAME FROM three? I thouhgt you said ONE of them popped but now u have three?
he dead the way they open the door too forcefully & ryan needs to push it open man's got a nice place tho hanging from an extrnsion cord. I like how at least this time the body is above them instead of on the ground, it gives variety to murder positions *taps ryan on the shoulder like that* like bro?? what was that? Also ryan's black suit jacket with the red squares is incredible & I love it sm
Every time, they see two lines & say not suicide but homicide ooh technically first! Why does it say ian blayock & anonymous user? I'd say "you" if Iwere a chat system KB: So this was sent by whoever killed him. He lured her out.
Esposito sittong on someone's desk way far from caskett rly the lawyer guy was doing drugs?
Most people say they would never drive drunk but then when they are tipsy they say "I'm only a little bit drunk, it won't be so bad I'll be careful" & being intoxicated, it limits their inhibitions & walls & drunk ppl always do stupid things like idk dancing on tables. Driving is just another stupid thing that you would not do while sober but you might while drunk. why didn't ryan say in the first place "friend from high school who interned but died a year later" why did he wait until beckett asked him? Ah driving in heels tho? Tru.
RC: A single car accident with no witnesses? Guys, this is a classic conspiracy cover up. Though only a lowly intern, Pam stumbles on to something the firm is doing, something big. Nefarious. She has to be silenced, only after the accident Blaylock canât take the guilt. Or admit the truth. So his only bastion is to escape the sweet oblivion of drugs.
& I've mentioned this a million times I like ryan's vest & coat & outfit & how he has the fancy of the vest but the chill of going tie-less but also the jacket & vest MATCH I'm hiding that laptop!
Esposito looking at these two & their samebrain moment with not his "heheh these two" face but not an "ew gross these two" face it's more,,, suspicious.
INT â RESIDENTIAL HOTEL BOILER ROOM *KR pops up from the floor. Itâs dark and theyâre using flashlights to search the room.* KR: Man. This was Castleâs theory. How did we draw the short straw? JE: I donât know. JE: Let me ask you something. *Turns off flashlight* You notice anything weird about Beckett? KR: What do you mean? *JE jumps on a heater unit to get closer to the ceiling* JE: Well, sheâs- sheâs different. *KR looks up at him* Somethingâs off. KR: What are you saying? Like sheâs --pregnant? JE: !!?!!?!! ((love the music)) JE: What are you talking about? Where did that even come from? ((from YOU suggesting smth & ryan was wondering what you were implying. He thought you already had a theory)) KR: Well, you said she was acting different. Theyâre consenting adultsâ.. ((I mean yeah accidents happen, & non-accidents)) JE: (adamantly) Beckett is not pregnant. Câmon, man. *He goes back to running his hands along the top of the ductwork, which uses actual duct tape which is like sticky aluminum foil NOT DUCK TAPE WHICH IS BAD FOR DUCTS & NOT MEANT TO BE USED ON DUCTS* KR: Whatâs so wrong with being pregnant? JE: You know, I canât even talk to you about this right now. ((about what? pregnancy? or beckett? also oh no dominoes u just got a fic idea)) KR: Okay. Well, um ⌠try to get over it before Jenny tells you the news, okay? ((you haven't told him yet?)) *That surprises JE. KR grins.* JE: What? KR: *grins wider* JE: Are you serious? Wowwww! Congratulations, man. Thatâs great! KR: Thanks, brother. *Thereâs suddenly a happiness to their work.*
Gosh I went to write a crackfic but then got food, ate food, danced around a bit, listened to music, & scrolled on tumblr until I got to the end of my dash Which I Never Do anymore these days. & ofc wrote the crackfic. holy crap. it is now 15.00. I could have watched two castle episodes in this time if I was better at this! & if I woke up at 9 instead of 12 I would have been able to watch four! Except that I wanted to clip everything I needed to clip today.
Speaking of which, I'll clip that & then finish the ep.
Ooh they are at beckett's home oh he found the boarding pass & you didn't tell me? *implies he is upset* & then if I were him I'd say "I'm so proud of you! Let's open up the wine!" Except it is now a fight. Bro she chose not to bc y'all haven't had that talk. She didn't want to tell you bc if she didn't get the job then she wouldn't have to but then that is still hiding things in a relationship which is sus...
castle is probably going to talk to his mom
Wow s2 esposito outfit right there. Brings me back to the first time I opened up the dvd set with my family & binge watched some good content with em. "yep" she says & throws down her coat so angrily he cares abt her, he follows her to the break room, he loves her. I could clip this but I won't. I love especkett's relationship. They are so great. If caskett wasn't my otp, I'd totally ship these two. In fact I do, I just still have caskett as my otp. You know, I totally think especkett had something going on back before the series started. Even "esposito" & "ryan" said it themselves while they were "reviewing hidden camera footage" of the 2 cool for school case.
last summer? the intern? ryan weird outfit tbh, looks a little bit s3 vibes
the third? well it COULD have been fine to get into a car crash but then he staged it & now it is REALLY bad.
KR: Hey. Whatâs going on? Whereâs Castle? JE: Donât ask.
lawyer lady grabs a pen his face falls she looks like she knows what is going on
"& we're not in court" XD
Martha is right So Have The Talk
MR: I know you. You do not hold back. Except this thing with Katherine. It took you what, three years to tell her how you felt, another year to act on it, and now, at the first sign of trouble, youâre ready to run. Why?
ryan's hair is so short I dislike He'd get a close friend or trusted associate to hire someone
give her time to think maybe...?
she doesn't tell esposito where she is going, she doesn't tell him what her fight with castle was about, but she doesn't even tell ryan she is leaving or that there was a fight, poor esposito being left in the dark but poorer ryan
Is she at the airport rn? No way. Oh meeting her dad <3 <3 I love jim someone had better have this clip on youtube, probably that person who has all the other clips so talk You have been together for a year ish now, he took three years to tell her, another year until they got together
This job is what I want but I am afraid of losing him. Not: he is what I want but I'm afraid, unsure where I will go, so I will hide in work
CASTLE IS LETTING HER GO. HE IS... SOMETHING, SOMETHING IS HAPPENING
how they really are hhhh this was insane
this room is too dark for the mirror to be functioning she is feeling nostalgic she's saying goodbye to the room, no longer leveraging it or that, maybe she is using it KB: So the question is, how many years of your own life are you going to sacrifice for someone elseâs future?
Ooh nameplates for naming characters who are unnamed! detective turner sits across from det esposito, then Ryan is back-to-back with esposito, (& the coffee on his desk is the right mug, set design my beloved) couple uniformed officers chatting, rysposito walking up to her, first names they love her, they are concerned for her, (highkey s3 rysposito outfits)
caller ID much?
THE PARK THE PARK THE SWINGSET AT THE PARK he has a nice nose but I am getting in I am finding my way in because I love you. fshdfkjsdhfjshlakfjdshfjkh I know what's going to happen but I wish I was able to have seen this episode not knowing that they were going to get engaged or married.
houghton? srs? (that ring is huge & expensive af & seems like smth beckett would wear nowadays or even on outings in s1 but she is a cop, get her a ring with an inset gem not in a prong. Smth she can actually wear. Also, with her complexion u def need gold (or warm colours) not silver (or cool colours). Maybe s2-s3 beckett could have had silver.
Ok time to clip bonus features babes! it is 15.45! Totally not late lmao!
Maybe I can watch audio commentaries while prepping veg for supper or smth...
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Insatiable - Part Nine
RATING: Mature (Whole series is 18+ ONLY)
Pairing: Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales x OFC
Word count: 2.7k
Chapter Tags: Depiction of anxiety
Authorâs Note: Heads up, this chapter veers into some of Dandelionâs personal issues, including being triggered into a fight or flight response. Also, this chapter definitely veers towards Angstville. Iâm sorry! *ducks*
Thank you as always to @acrossthesestarsâ, my beta reader, my friend, my crow. đ¤Â
Missed Part One? You can read it here.
Moodboard by @acrossthesestarsâ
âHey, man. Sorry to ask you to cut your vacation short.â
Ironhead, or Will, as heâd asked you to call him as soon as youâd been introduced, waves off Santiâs thanks. âDonât worry about it. Besides, I donât know how much more time I could have spent with just Benny for company.â
Frankie, leaning affectionately on Santiâs shoulder, grins at this. âHowâs the pup doing, anyway?â
You watch the trio fondly, enjoying the easy familiarity between them. Theyâve told you a bit about their history together, the four remaining members of their small pack. Without giving you any real details, Santi had hinted at a recent disastrous mission - one that had left the Millers vacationing not far away, all four of them needing time to rest and recover.
âIâll leave you three to catch up.â Frankie and Santi pause to kiss your cheek as you head for the door, Will nodding to you with a polite âMaâam.âÂ
Youâre not worried about missing any planning while you shop, already knowing the basic sketch of the plan the three of them will likely hone further: getting on a boat at Puntarenas, then a day or two on the Pacific, making your way towards the coast of Nicaragua, getting a rental car from there and heading for the airport. Youâd talked it over earlier with Santi and Frankie, in between breakfast and calls to the airline to shuffle your itinerary around. Theyâd been surprisingly accommodating when you mentioned missing your flight yesterday, comping your miles so easily you wonder if they hadnât seen your travel blog and been angling for some good press.Â
Getting that out of the way had reminded you of the need to pick up a few things before leaving. With your checked luggage long gone and already en route to your apartment for you to collect later, youâre left with only your passport, some cash, and the few other essentials that had been in your carry on.Â
Itâs a relief to trade Frankieâs shorts and Santiâs t-shirt for a flirty sundress, one whose skirt bells around your knees when you give it an experimental twirl in the dressing room of a nearby shop. Youâd gotten more than a few odd looks on the street and it feels good to slip into clean clothes that feel more 'you'. Still, you roll up the borrowed clothes neatly and tuck them into your bag. You can always wear them as pajamas - if you donât spend your next few nights completely nude, that is.
The thought brings heat to your cheeks as you make your way back to the apartment, a private smile playing over your lips and your footsteps so light you may as well be floating. Itâs only been a few days but you already canât imagine sleeping anywhere other than between your boys, though you highly doubt that any of you will be doing much actual sleeping. That suspicion is confirmed when you let yourself back into their rental and their heads whip towards you, their expressions turning positively hungry at the sight of your new dress and the skin it reveals.Â
Those predatory gazes track you as you tuck your shopping bags into the spare duffel Frankie had laid out for you, only letting up when Santi hauls you gently onto his lap as you breeze past him. Pressing a kiss to your temple, his arms slide around your waist, slung low and possessive in a way that has you wishing for another hour or two before you set out. âYou look good, leoncita,â he rumbles, his lips brushing just beneath your ear, a spot he already knows makes you shiver.Â
Heâs half hard beneath his jeans and you bite your lip, indulging in the briefest squirm against him before you turn to the room in general and ask, as calmly as you can manage under the circumstances, âAlright, when are we leaving?â
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Between the sapphire blue sky, the cheerfully bobbing waves, and the sleek, if aged, white yacht Will has sourced (youâre not entirely sure how and have decided that the fewer questions asked, the better), itâs difficult to remember that youâre essentially fleeing the country. Thereâs too much of a party atmosphere, the guys in pale, loose-fitting shirts, you in your sundress, and the cooler of beers stowed alongside your luggage making you feel like the group of tourists youâre posing as. The four of you have already decided that, in the unlikely event of being stopped by local authorities, Frankie and Santi can hide below decks while you and Will, posing as a couple, can flash your passports. Likely the other men could do the same, but theyâre taking no risks after yesterday, despite Willâs quiet assurances that the âsituation at the airportâ has been âhandled.â
All of that worry and stress shrinks with the receding coastline as you pull away from shore. Frankie pilots the yacht, aviators and a relaxed smile on his face. Heâs wearing a worn baseball cap you havenât seen before, at least until you lift it from his head over his laughing protests, setting it backwards on your own, to Will and Santiâs amusement. Â
The hours slip past in golden, salt-sprayed perfection. You pump an obliging Will for embarrassing stories about his two friends, and they get their own revenge by telling him how sweetly you snore, despite your indignant squawk of protest.
The four of you take turns at the wheel but itâs easy sailing, far enough from the rocky coast that you donât need to worry much about hidden reefs or troublesome shoals. You all keep an eye out for any boats taking too close of an interest, but the only ones you pass seem to be fishermen and pleasure cruises. During one of Willâs stints at the wheel, you, Frankie and Santi slip away to enjoy each otherâs company.Â
Thereâs not much privacy to be had on board and, mindful of Willâs presence, the three of you keep things more or less respectable: a few kisses and some mild flirtation, and more than a couple sickeningly affectionate selfies taken by the rail. In one of your favorites, you mug for the camera while planting a kiss on Frankieâs jaw, his own face lighting up while Santi nips playfully at his ear.
Sometime in the endless afternoon, Santi calls for a break and Frankie drops the anchor. The two of them head below decks for a rest. Youâd exchanged glances with Santi earlier when Frankie started yawning and nodding, likely still worn out from his recent injuries. Theyâd invited you to join them but youâre not done sunning yourself and wave them on ahead. âIâll join you in a bit.â
Will watches them go, smiling, and lowers himself into the folding chair next to yours. âItâs good to see them like this.â
You raise your head slightly from the rail but keep your face tipped up towards the sun. âWhat do you mean?â
âThis happy.âÂ
You donât even try to hide your pleased smile as you settle back into your chair. âYeah but you must have seen them happy before. What about when they first got together?â
âThey didnât share that with the rest of the pack, not for a few months. With you though, even an outsider like me can sense the mating bond snapping into place.â
His unfathomable words drop like stones, sending cold, ominous ripples through you. âThe what?â
He shrugs, distracted while he digs through a nearby cooler for another beer. âYou know, that sense of belonging. Why you seem made for them and - â
You only catch snatches of his words after that, pressure tightening around your chest in iron bands.
Mating bond
More binding than marriage
Unbreakable
Permanent
Youâre sitting bolt upright, knuckles tight around the arms of your chair. You cast nervous glances around the boat which suddenly seems impossibly small and far from shore.
Will trails off at the blank look on your face as a chill skitters down your spine, dread settling low in your stomach.Â
âWill. What the fuck are you talking about.â
Understanding dawns too late. âYou didnât know?â
Youâre not sure which is worse - the sympathetic twist of his mouth or the way he gentles his already soft tone, as though speaking to a spooked horse.Â
âThey didnât tell me.â The words are chips of ice in your mouth, in your blood, chilling you from the inside. âWhy wouldnât they tell me?â
You rise to your feet, hands clenched at your sides, pacing the deck. Is that why youâd felt such a powerful connection with them so quickly? Why youâd trusted them? Let them get so close so fast? Was it just something theyâd done to you? Your stomach heaves at the thought. God, youâve been so fucking naive.Â
Despite almost certainly realizing your question had been rhetorical, Will grabs onto it like a lifeline. âIâm sure they had their reasons.â
âTheir reasons?â Anger flares as you spit the word back at him, your voice ratcheting up in volume as confusion and betrayal tear at you. âOh, I can imagine plenty of reasons they wouldnât tell me I âbelongâ to them until theyâd spirited me away to god knows where.â You laugh, harsh and bitter, already grabbing for your bag.Â
Youâve been so fucking stupid, allowing strangers to get you alone like this, to derail your carefully laid plans. You should have known better -Â you do know better, and youâre damned if youâre going to let yourself be railroaded further.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Santi and Frankie rush up from below, already scanning the deck for any threat. Some traitorous part of you wants to take a step forward, to tuck yourself between them, towards the warmth and protection of their bodies.Â
Sensing that impulse, Frankie steps towards you, concern lighting his brown eyes as he reaches for you.Â
Deseito, what happened?
The words ring inside your mind, impossible but unmistakable. Your breath turns rapid, shallow. Them being wolves beneath their skin is one thing, but this, invading your mind - itâs too much.
âGet the fuck out of my head,â you hiss. He flinches, a wounded look on his face as he draws back.Â
You force yourself to turn and face Will. Heâs gone pale and you wonder which he fears more: your reaction, or theirs.
âI want off this boat.â Every inch of you trembles with fury and rising panic. âRight now.â
Willâs gaze flicks to Santi, looking to him for approval and sending any hope of his backing you crashing down around you. Adrenaline coats your tongue, the bitter tang of fear filling your mouth.Â
Santi, brows drawn in confusion, shakes his head. âWe canât, not yet. Calm down, leoncita, we can talk about this.â
Unwilling or unable to stop, you shove past them, flinging yourself down the ladder and below decks before anyone can say another word, throwing yourself into the single cabin and slamming the door shut. Sinking down to the floor, you canât stop the sob clawing its way up your throat, hating that the flimsy door at your back isnât enough to keep the sound of your crying in.Â
As if confirming your worst fears, one of them knocks hard enough to rattle the door on its hinges. âDandelion, talk to us. What happened?â
Itâs Santi, sounding genuinely both confused and alarmed. Or at least, you would have thought so just minutes before, but if theyâve been keeping this secret from you, who knows what else theyâve been lying about. You canât trust your instincts anymore, and that sudden loss sends you into a dizzying free fall.
âWhat happened? What happened is that you lied to me, Santiago.â
âHow did I lie to you?â
Stifling an impulse to fling the door open and shout at him, you ball your fists instead, willing your voice to remain steady. âWhen were you going to tell me you fucked with my head?â With my heart, you almost add, feeling it tearing beneath your breast bone.Â
Thereâs a momentâs silence, a pit that all of your worst fears tumble into, before Santi asks, hesitant, âIs this about the mating bond?â
âI donât care what you call it.â
âLook, will you just open the door so we can talk about this?â
âSo you can fuck with my feelings some more? I donât think so.â
âThatâs not how it works,â he growls, impatient.
âThat would be more convincing if you werenât snarling at me like some sort of - â
âWolf? Iâve got news for you, sweetheart, we never lied to you about that. Is that what this is really about? Having second thoughts already?â
You do fly to your feet at that, wrenching the door open before you stop to think better of it. âThat is not what this is about.â
Santi grips the doorframe, his eyes blazing. âNo? Then, what, youâre pissed because of the bond? Do you have any idea how rare that is for even two people, let alone three?â
âI donât care! Not if I donât get a choice!â
Santiâs expression softens a little. âLeoncitaâŚâ
âDonât.â It comes out as a whispered plea. You can feel yourself bending, wanting to be reassured, comforted.
Frankie cuts in, having joined his partner while Will keeps a respectful distance above, presumably pretending not to hear the three of you. âWe would have told you.â
You give a harsh, humorless laugh. âWhat? When I was so wrapped around your fingers I wouldnât question it anymore?â
Frankie takes a step towards you, desperate. âYou made it clear that you wanted to keep things casual. What were we supposed to do?â
âDonât you dare put this on me. Do you have any idea how this feels?â
âDo I know how it feels to have my life upended because I found my mate when I least expected to? Yeah, I think I have some idea.âÂ
Thereâs an edge to Frankieâs voice you havenât heard before, one that Santi must hear too because he lays a steadying hand on his shoulder. Frankie shakes him off, not tearing his gaze from you.
âDo you really think this is something weâd try to force on you?â
âI donât know!â You hate the way your voice cracks, the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. âI donât know whatâs real anymore. I donât know you.â
They flinch like youâve struck them. You almost relent, words of apology already on your tongue when Frankieâs low voice reverberates through your mind, into your very bones.Â
We can talk about this. Let us explain.Â
The jarring reminder of their ability to slip so easily into your mind snaps you out of that momentary weakness.
âNo.â Finality tolls through your words like a bell, reverberating through the boatâs cramped, shadowy interior as you banish the last wisps of hope - yours and theirs.âI should have known this was too good to be true, that I couldnât trust you - either of you. You lied to me, you messed with my head and I never want to see either of you again.â
You hurl the words at them like knives, unflinching even as they hit their marks. The hurt on their faces is almost enough to make you stop, to reconsider, but you turn away from those feelings, and from the pain in their eyes.
âJust leave me alone.âÂ
One of them takes a step closer, the wooden floor creaking beneath their feet, but when you tighten your arms around yourself, refusing to so much as turn around, they sigh and retreat, leaving you to your silent, furious tears.
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The cabin is pitch black when you wake up several hours later. Youâd curled up miserably on the bed, having cried yourself to sleep for the first time since you were much, much younger. Fumbling for a light switch, you almost step on a plate of food that had been placed in the doorway. Your stomach rumbles but you push it away. Accepting it would feel too much like forgiveness.Â
You shut the door instead, trying not to wonder which of them had left it for you, and why your heart aches at the mental image of them standing helplessly in the doorway.
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When you wake again, the ship has docked, and Frankie and Santi have gone.
Part 9.5
#Frankie Morales x Reader#Frankie Morales x F!reader#Santiago Garcia x Reader#Santiago Garcia x F!Reader#Frankie x Santi x Reader#fic#My fic
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In the Rain (Day 3)
Kevin x Fem!Boss/Boss Lys
Hi hello!! I ended up not liking how this turned out, so I have a longer, fluffier, smuttier rewrite of this fic. You can find it here!!!
Description: The Boss finds herself stuck outside in the pouring rain after an unfortunate yet ironic turn of events in which her car gets stolen in the middle of the desert. Sheâs soaked, in the middle of nowhere, and only has about 10% left on her phone, so sheâs gotta make this call count.
Warnings: SMUT (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!!), lots of cursing, unprotected sex, light bondage, car sex
A/N: I'm never gonna finish these if I keep writing so much, but dammit I needed to get this out of my system. Also the new Saints Row reboot is fun and people are just cowards.
Word Count: 4290
âShit! Shit! Fucking fuck shit!â
Her heel stamped several times in emphasis, kicking up mud as the rain continued to soak through her clothing. Lys tried desperately to wipe her phone screen off with a part of her shirt that wasnât completely drenched, hunching over it as she tried to give herself cover and swipe through her contacts. She groaned in frustration as the water droplets dragged across the touch screen, swiping up furiously before the various drops brought her scrolling to a stop. She sighed in relief upon seeing âKevâ before tapping on it over and over until it finally went through to a calling screen.
âCome on, pick up pick up pick upâŚâ she chanted as she paced back and forth, looking around her for some semblance of shelter. Spotting a small outcropping of rock a few hundred feet away, she started jogging over to it as the phone continued to ring.
Rain wasnât exactly common in Santo Ileso, and certainly not to this extent of a downpour. Couple that with the fact that some random fucker had stolen her ride, and her afternoon had suddenly gotten a lot shittier.
âYo, Lys!â She nearly dropped her phone in surprise when Kevinâs voice finally spoke through the speaker and felt her stomach flip. âWhatâs up?â
âKev!â she responded ecstatically as she scrambled to get a better hold on her phone.
He chuckled over the line, âThatâs my name. Need something?â
âSome fucker stole my ride. Iâm out in the middle of the fucking desert but my phoneâs about to die,â she spoke, exasperated and breathing heavily as she finally cowered beneath the overhang of the giant rust-colored rock archway. Her head thumped against the rough stone behind her as she relaxed slightly.
âAlright alright hold on. Send me your location and Iâll be right there, bud,â he reassured her, his calm and even voice soothing her more than she thought it would.
She nodded before realizing he obviously couldnât see her doing that. âYeah, yeah I, uh⌠yeah. Alright. Thanks, Kev,â she replied as she put him on speaker while texting him the information.
âAaaaand got it,â he stated as the text went through. âHold tight. Iâll be right there.â
âYouâre a fucking lifesaver, Kev,â she sighed out as she rested a hand on her forehead.
âYeah, yeah. You can thank me later,â he replied, and she swore she could hear him smile on the other line before the call ended. She felt a heat bloom in her cheeks that definitely wasnât thanks to the Santo Ileso heat.
When Kevin finally drove up about ten minutes later, she was leaning against the rock wringing out the water from her jacket.Â
âSorry, I would have been here sooner, but I figured youâd appreciate it if I brought a change of clothes and laid some towels down on the seats.â She couldnât help but smile at his thoughtfulness. He hopped out of the car and ran over towards her, unfolding an umbrella as he held it over his head. When he got a closer look at her, however, he nearly choked at the sight. âShit, boss. You really uh⌠got pretty drenched, huh?â
Santo Ileso weather was usually unforgiving and left you sweating your ass off, so sheâd planned todayâs wardrobe around the sun beating its rays on her back. One pair of black cross pasties and a thin white tank top later, the rain had now compromised the upper portion of her outfit so that she was all but exposed as the wet fabric clung desperately to her skin. What had initially been the result of a decision to prevent chafing without wearing a full bra was now the only thing keeping her nipples from being on full display through her shirt.
Lys noticed his barely concealed staring and crossed her arms over her chest. âOh come on! You walk around shirtless all the time. Quit the staring,â she chastised as she smoothed out the miniskirt that was stuck to her thighs. âCan we please just get back to the church?â she pleaded as she nodded her head in the direction of the car.
Kevin snapped out of it and nodded his head. âYeah, of course Boss. Sorry about that,â he replied sheepishly as he held the umbrella over her. âLetâs go home.â
Determined to be more of a gentleman after being caught staring, he moved to open the door to the back seat as he ushered her inside. Just as heâd said, plush towels were strewn across the seats and a dry shirt and pants lay folded on the opposite side.
âFigured Iâd let you get changed on the way back if you wanted. The sooner you get out of those clothes, the better right?â he offered as he closed the door for her and hopped into the driverâs seat before taking a swig of the cola bottle heâd left in the drink holder.
âKev, if you wanted to get me naked you could have asked sooner,â she joked as she pulled off her boots and began to peel off her stockings.
He coughed and sputtered, nearly spitting his drink as he pounded a fist on his chest and cleared his throat. âThatâs not what I meant!â
âCalm down, Kev. Iâm just teasing,â she smirked but couldnât help but bite her lip at the implications of her own jest. Of course she found him attractive. He was nearly perfect boyfriend material to begin with, what with his cooking skills and caring personality, and goodness knows he was incredibly easy on the eyes.
His eyes flashed up at the rearview mirror for a moment and his breath hitched in his throat as he watched her reveal the skin of her thighs from beneath her stockings. He shook his head to clear it as he started to pull out of the dusty lot.
To say Kevinâs car wasnât built for off-roading was an understatement. Lys was having a hard enough time trying to change in the back of the small car to begin with, but the mud, rocks and debris scattering the desert did little to help as she bounced around the backseat. When she moved to take her tank top off, the fabric kept twisting and getting stuck as she bumped around.
âFuck! I should have just waited until you got on the road,â she thought aloud as she finally started to get it over her head. One particularly bad bump shot her up several inches as she had it at her elbows and, much to her chagrin, the fabric caught on the clasp of her chain necklace and held fast.
âShit!â She tried to tug on it, but to no avail as the sturdy metal held onto the now almost rope-like fabric of her twisted shirt. âFuck meâŚâ she sighed as her arms were pinned above her head.
âYou okay back there?â Kevin asked, trying not to look as he kept nearly all his attention on not slipping and sliding along the dirt path that was slick from the rain.
âYeah, Iâm-â she started to speak, but one of the tires hit another rock big enough to get a little air as she yelped, somehow managing to land her tank-top trapped arms around the headrest of the seat behind her. âOkay! Nope! Not good!â
âShit, alright. Iâm pulling over.â
Lys realized her situation and who she was with and backpedaled immediately. âNo itâs okay! We can just wait until we get back. I can get Neenah to help me,â she offered, but he didnât hear her over the sound of the radio and the rain as it started coming down harder, almost deafening as it pitter pattered on the metal roof of the car. She let out an exasperated sigh and a curse, hanging her head in embarrassing defeat as she waited for him to find a place to pull over.
Kevin spotted an abandoned, rusty trailer with a carport and drove beneath it, sheltering him from the rain as he got out of the car, his shoes splashing in the mud as he stepped over to the back door. He felt his entire face flush red as he opened the door and covered his eyes as he tried to erase the image of Lys, one of his best friends and boss, restrained with her arms above her head and only pasties covering her chest as she tried desperately to retain her lower modesty by clamping her thighs together beneath her skirt.
He turned away from her, waving his other hand as if he could wipe the image burned into his memory that way. âI am so sorry. I didnât mean-â
âJust shut up and please get me untangled from this shit!â she snapped, her voice coming out harsher than she meant in her embarrassing predicament, and he flinched. She winced, trying to compose herself. âPlease?â
âHere Iâll justâŚâ he turned back and braced a hand on the doorframe as he leaned forward, âIâll keep my eyes closed andâŚâ his other hand, removed from his face as his eyes remained shut, reached out aimlessly until it found the back of the seat as he leaned into the vehicle. âYou just tell me where I need to move my hand, okay?â
The boss nearly snorted at his idea, but she was far too focused on the way he hovered over her nearly naked body, his beautiful chest and tattoos on full display just a foot or two away from her. She was pretty sure sheâd give up just about anything right now to free her hands and run them up and down his torso. Her eyes followed the tattoo on his left shoulder, admiring the detail and the way it outlined his muscles as his arms flexed to hold his weight above her. His smell was intoxicating as well, clean like the bodywash he used and fresh yet spiced from his deodorant.
She tried to compose herself as she looked up at her tank-top bindings. âJust try to reach the headrest of the far seat. My tank-top got rolled up around it.â
âYou got it, boss.â He held onto the back seat as he removed his hand from the doorframe, but the rainwater had flowed beneath the carport and the shift in his weight caused his foot to slide backwards. ��Shit!â He tried desperately to catch his fall but landed right on top of her with a soft thud, his face between her tits as she gasped in surprise. âFuck, this is, shit, Lys I am so sorry.â
Sheâd never felt her face and chest flush this much, even in all of her years in the Santo Ileso heat. âI-Itâs fine Kev. Weâve lived together long enough. Donât worry about it,â she tried to convince him as well as herself. âJust, uh, could you get up a little please? Youâre crushing me,â she chuckled slightly.
âOh! Yeah, of course.â He pushed himself off of her, eyes open now as he looked down at her. All of his thoughts were starting to come from a totally different head now.
âEyes are up here, Kev,â she joked.
His gaze traveled up to meet her own. âPasties, huh?â
She blushed but shrugged her shoulders as much as she could, turning her head to the side to avoid his eyes. âEasier than a bra some days,â she replied honestly.
âNot gonna lie, theyâre kinda hot,â he admitted as he brought one of his arms up to attempt to free her.
Maybe it was all of the dumb âyour momâ or âyour faceâ jokes sheâd grown accustomed to making with her friends, but for whatever reason she couldnât stop the knee-jerk reaction as she blurted out, âYeah well, your face is kinda hot.â She instantly regretted it and wished a bolt of lightning would come out of nowhere and strike her right on the spot.
He froze in his movements before looking back at her with a raised brow as the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. âOh really?â
Fuck me and my stupid big mouth.
âSh-shut up! It was just a joke. You know how much I say that shit. Itâs like an instinct,â she rambled as she squirmed uncomfortably beneath him. Her skin felt like it was crawling and she was sure this was it. This was how she was going to die. She was going to die of embarrassment, half naked, in the back of her best friendâs car.
He frowned with an adorable, overexaggerated pout, completely oblivious to her woes. âSo you donât think Iâm hot?â
Kevinâs face hovered inches from her own and he placed a hand on her cheek, turning her head to face him. She let out a shaky breath as her eyes darted down to his lips. âI-I didnât, that isâŚâ
Fuck this.
She leaned up as best as she was able, closing the distance as she brought her lips to his. Kevin inhaled sharply as he held her face in his hand, his fingers moving to hold the back of her head as he slanted his mouth over hers. His other hand moved from the back of the seat to hold her by the waist, and she slowly opened her legs as he more comfortably positioned himself between them.
âWell, thatâs new,â he chortled as they parted the kiss to breathe for a moment. She laughed and nodded in agreement, loving the way his smile lit up his face.
Lust fogged her mind as she felt the hard outline of him through his pants pressing against her. âI donât mind new,â she replied, her tone turning sultry as he leaned down to kiss her again. She pulled desperately against her makeshift bindings to touch him, but it still wouldnât give. Kevin chuckled softly against her lips as he felt her struggle, pulling away slightly to get a better look. His fingers traced delicately up her arm, goosebumps following in their wake as she shuddered beneath him. He undid her necklace and gave the shirt a half-hearted tug before holding his hand up in mock defeat.
âLooks like youâre stuck here for a whileâŚâ he teased as he brushed the soft skin of her lower lip with his thumb, âWhatever should I do with you?â
She chewed on her lip as he applied light pressure to it, raising one of her legs to wrap around his ass as she pulled him in, forcing him to grind into her. He let out a strangled groan at the contact and his eyes screwed shut for a second. She might not have the use of her arms, but that didnât mean she wouldnât find other ways to tease him. His lips crashed into hers once more, and she loved the way he moaned into her mouth as they grinded against each other.
âI think you know exactly what to do,â she whispered into the kiss, crossing her legs together behind his back.
âHmm,â he hummed thoughtfully against her lips, the vibration tickling slightly, âI think what I know is that youâre completely soaking the front of my pants,â he chuckled.
She flushed and her eyes widened, taken aback. âIâm not that wet-â
He laughed, âNo, Lys. Your skirt is still drenched.â
She pursed her lips in response, embarrassed by her assumption as she snorted slightly. âRight. Duh.â
His laughter died down and the hand that was at her wrists ghosted down her side as he toyed with the waistband of her skirt. âWant me to help with that?â he smiled coyly as he gave it a soft tug.
Fuck yes.
âI think if you donât help me, Iâll find a way to kick you out of this car and leave you in the rain,â she joked as he giggled against her chest, peppering kisses along the exposed skin there. With both hands, he slowly pulled the damp fabric down her legs as his kisses grew more and more heated against her flesh. Her back arched and she let out a shuddery breath as he kissed around the outline of her panties, gazing up at her with lust-darkened eyes.
He sat up, drawing a whine from her at the loss of contact as she lifted her hips and he finished removing her skirt. His eyes roamed up and down her body brazenly, letting out a whistle as his gaze trailed along the curves of her hips and breasts.
âYou are absolutely gorgeous, you know that?â he admired, placing his hands on her thighs as he massaged his thumbs into the skin just below the juncture of her hips.
Her eyes were half-lidded as she looked up at him. His well-toned body was beautiful in the low light of the overcast skies and small dome light of his car. The defined âvâ of his hip bones disappeared tantalizingly beneath his athletic pants, leading her eye to the barely concealed tent of his hard-on.
When her gaze finally trailed back up to his face, she was left breathless by the look of adoration on his face. His eyes were softer and his mouth was curved into a gentle smile.
âYouâre one to talk,â she muttered as she laughed softly. âLike fucking Adonis with those abs.â
He barked out a laugh at the comparison, the sound echoing off the metal of the carport as he shook his head at her. âThatâs a new one.â He leaned over her again, his hands traveling up her sides to cup her breasts and squeeze them together. His lips left wet, open mouth kisses against the cleavage heâd created as Lysâs breath quickened. Picking at the edges of her pasties, he blinked up at her with a question in his eyes. âIs it gonna be a pain in the ass if I take these off?â
She laughed, her breath shaky as goosebumps continued to litter her skin under his touch. âThatâs a problem for later me,â she responded carelessly as she wiggled from side to side.
He smirked at her reply before gently peeling them off and setting them on the console. He immediately returned his attention to her breasts, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth as she moaned at the sudden feeling. His tongue swirled around one bud as he pinched the other between his fingers, twisting slightly as she bucked her hips up into him.
âKevâŚâ she whimpered weakly as he toyed with her body, âpleaseâŚâ
âPlease what?â he asked, tugging her nipple a little harder as she keened, the sound going straight to his groin. He was pretty sure the noises she was making were better than any music he could ever create.
âJust fuck me already!â she pleaded as she tried desperately to find friction against his clothed crotch.
He chortled at her impatience as he complied, sliding his pants and underwear down his thighs as his erection sprang free. She couldnât help but ogle at him as he fully revealed himself to her, her need to touch him reaching previously insurmountable heights. Reading her face and the way she struggled beneath him, he finally reached up, unhooking her shirt from the headrest and unraveling it from around her wrist. No longer being held up by her bindings, she slumped against the seat and breathed a sigh of relief before wrapping her arms around his neck and yanking him down to kiss her. His exposed cock rubbed deliciously against the lace of her panties, feeling herself grow impossibly wetter as they both moaned into the kiss.Â
She shoved her tongue into his mouth, caressing his as she began to take control and tugged softly at his hair. He gasped into her mouth before pulling away, sitting up as he positioned himself on his knees with her ass resting up on his thighs. Slipping her panties to the side, he lined himself up with her entrance as she gripped his forearms to ground herself. He slowly slid his cock in, groaning as she slowly took him all in. Lys felt as if all the wind had been knocked out of her, her lips parted in a silent moan as she adjusted to the stretch as well as the angle. He made eye contact with her in a silent plea to continue, his eyes searching hers for any discomfort. When she gave him an enthusiastic nod, he slowly began to thrust in and out of her.
âFuckâŚâ he cursed, sweat beading on his brow.
âWe,â she gasped as he hit a particular spot inside of her, âwe should have done this sooner.â
His fingers dug into her hips as he held her up, hunching over her as his breathing grew more labored. âWas always scared to,â he admitted, his eyebrows knitting together as he lost himself in the feeling of being inside of her, âalways worried, fuck, didnât wanna ruin anything.â
She threw her head back as he continued pounding into her, smiling at his ever present thoughtfulness. âAnd here I thought I wasnât your type,â she teased as she rubbed her hands along his forearms soothingly. âIâd been waiting for you to ask for, fuck, forever.â
He laughed between thrusts, matching his pace to the beat of the song playing on the radio. âGuess itâs a good thing you called me today then.â
Her laughter was like music to his ears. He flattened a palm on her stomach as he began to rub circles into her clit with his thumb. He could feel himself getting close, but heâd be damned if he didnât make her finish first.
âFuck, yes! Right there, Kevin⌠donât stop! Fuck,â she cried out as he fucked her into the backseat of his car. She leaned up, cupping his face gently as she pulled him down to kiss her again. Her moans turned into high pitched whines against his mouth as she got closer to her orgasm, arms draped around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist as she clung to him like her life depended on it. He broke the kiss to rest his forehead against hers, panting as he picked up his pace with the beat of the music. The sounds of the heavy bass mingled with the sound of skin slapping on skin as the windows of the car grew opaque with condensation.
âWhere do you want me toâŚ?â he asked breathily, afraid that if he didnât say something now he wouldnât be able to stop in time.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she gasped and moaned. âIn-Inside me,â she whined as he increased the pressure on her clit. âPill. Itâs okay,â she breathed.
He shuddered at her response, more than happy to oblige. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he used what remained of his strength to lift her up and piston in and out of her at a blinding pace, burying his face into her neck as she began to scream his name. For the first time today, he was thankful that they were in the middle of nowhere so that he could hear these beautiful sounds unabashedly escaping her throat as he grunted his own.Â
âKevin, I think Iâm, oh shit,â she whimpered as he kept up the unrelenting pace. He felt the way her walls fluttered and clamped down on him, seeing stars as he tried desperately to hurry them both to the finish line.
âThatâs⌠thatâs it,â he gasped out, his breathing heavy as it blew hot on her neck, âcum for me, Lys.â He shifted his thrusts so that they were more intense, snapping his hips against her and forcing her to feel every inch of him as he kept rubbing circles into her clit. Her moans grew higher and higher in pitch as he felt her tighten around him to the point where he struggled to keep moving inside her. Knowing she needed one final push, he lifted his head up and crashed his lips into hers as she squeaked in surprise, slotting his mouth against her as he devoured her in a heated kiss.
Her body convulsed as the coil finally snapped, one hand tangled in his short black hair as the other clawed at his back. She screamed into his mouth as her whole body shivered, and he groaned as he kept his pace a few seconds more before unloading himself deep within her. She was still twitching from the aftershocks, and he vaguely registered a wet feeling against his abs that was entirely new and not from her clothes.
Resting his weight on top of her, he nuzzled his face against her cheek as they both came down from their high. Both of their chests heaved as they struggled to return to a normal state of breathing, content to lie silently while the radio continued to jam in the background.
âThat wasâŚâ the Boss began after a moment, unsure of how exactly to describe the bliss sheâd just experienced. âI think I squirted.â
Kevin laughed, his chest rumbling against hers as the sound thrummed pleasantly in her ears. âYouâre welcome?â
She giggled. âYeah. Guess I owe you even more now.â
He leaned himself up on his elbows, brushing a piece of hair out of her face as he looked at her lovingly. âDonât worry about it,â he started, but then he glanced up in thought, âunless, of course, this was only part one of severalâŚ?â he offered tentatively.
âOh KevâŚâ she shook her head with a grin.
âWhat?â
âIf you thought that was a one time thing, you were sorely mistaken,â she reassured him.
He smiled wide and gave her a chaste peck on the lips. âThen Iâm happy to be wrong.â
#saints row#kevin x boss#saints row kevin#saints row smut#saints row 2022#saints row fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#smutember#smutember 2022#glasvera writes#i have a type and it's himbo
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summer heat â jjk
âpairing: twin!jungkook x reader
âgenre:Â fluff, mature (? but no smut), drabble, a minor attempt at humor, best friendâs twin brother type of thing
âwords:Â 2.9k
âwarnings:Â explicit language, sexual tension, tiny bit of humiliation, a hint of jungkook and reader having some sort of âhistoryâ if u squint hard enough
âsummary: in an attempt to calm you down and prevent your mood from swinging due to the blazing heat, your best friend decides to go out and buy you some ice cream. youâre shocked, however, when he quickly returns and looks different, making you see him in an entirely new light and leaving you trying to resist the urge to give in to your raging hormones and just jump on him.
âa/n: i was thinking of this scenario in the shower but didnât have the brain power to turn it into a full length story so i might just add this to a pile of drabbles that i may or may not develop heh + ive been in my jungkook feels too lately sigh + also this is uneditedÂ
permanent taglist: @100percent-dum-dum  @mochisjoonâ @boraength @rageyoudamnednerdâÂ
It was a scorching hot summerâs day. Sweat was beginning to trickle down your temples and your shirt was getting stuck to your skin, causing an irking feeling of discomfort. Looking around, you quickly grabbed an empty long folder from your best friendâs messy desk and began fanning yourself to cool down. The two of you were just there, sitting in his room in a not-so-comfortable silence.
You were currently plopped down onto a chair with your legs resting on the desk in front of you, too lazy to come up with ideas to kill your boredom.
It was a tradition for your family to travel every summer and visit a new country you hadnât been to, but this year you had to pass the plane tickets and sight-seeing due to your best friend, Junghan, asking begging you to help him out with a month-long film project. You didnât have the heart to decline, so you told your parents youâd stay behind and help him out which resulted in you having to stay over at Junghanâs place for the rest of the summer.
You had to admit though, a small part of you felt disinclined to stay because the project sounded like it wouldâve been a tedious workload, but working with your best friend was so much more fun than youâd imagined and even the project itself turned out to be enjoyable. So far, your summer break has been spent filming and hanging out with Junghanâthough hanging out usually meant staying in his room and watching romcoms all day while crying over fictional characters, ranting about how you two would never meet such perfect men in real life. It was great.
Until the air conditioner broke down.
You glanced over at Junghan, who seemed to be just as spiritless as you were while he sat in front of a fan, eyes looking empty and distant.
âI told you the air conditioner needed to be fixed,â You sighed and looked up at the ceiling, completely missing the harsh glare he sent you.
âI said I was gonna get it fixed,â He replies and turns back to the fan, his voice quieting down a little, âBut the number for repair wouldnât answer.â
âRight,â You muttered absent-mindedly, eyes staring at the ceiling while your mind was too busy trying to come up with suggestions to beat the heat, âWe could go to the pool?â
âClosed,â Junghan grunts, âThe mall?â
âAs if weâd both drive in this state,â You rolled your eyes as you tried to get your shirt to stop sticking to your skin. Junghan glances over at you when he hears you grumbling, one of the many cues that you were beginning to feel peevish. Deciding that it was pointless to keep tugging on your shirt, you opt to take it off instead.
âYou donât mind do you?â You asked before completely removing your shirt, only leaving you in your bralette. Though you knew he never did because of the countless times heâs helped you change and pick out different outfits, you always asked out of politeness. Additionally, his zero interest in women made you feel much safer and comfortable enough to undress around him.
âI really donât care,â He says and stands up. You hear him rumbling for a moment while you were neatly folding your shirt, and seconds later you recognize the jingling sound of keys.
âWhere are you going?â You asked.
âThe nearby grocery. Youâre about to get grumpy and I am not going to listen to a rambling bitch for the rest of the day,â He says, rubbing his temples as he makes his way to the door.
âSo youâre just gonna leave me here?â You asked, too exhausted to even glance at him. He probably wasnât, you only asked for the dramatic effect.
âNo, dumbass. Iâm just gonna go and buy ice cream. See you in a bit.â
And with that Junghan leaves and closes the door shut. Only a few minutes later after the sound of the engine had gone did you decide to exert a little effort and move over to his previous spot to sit in front of the fan, the air immediately cooling your skin. You sighed in relief and grabbed a few tissues to wipe your temples dry before grabbing your phone and texting Junghan to buy some lemonade, followed by a second text telling him youâd pay him back once he returned.
You were surprised to hear, not even ten minutes later, that the car was already back and pulling up in the driveway. It couldnât have been Junghanâs parents as they were out working, and it was only you and Junghan aroundânot like you two had many friends who would come and visit. Instead of rationalizing with yourself on how Junghan came back home in supersonic speed, you decide to drop it and wait for him to come up back to his room.
Someone knocks on the door, causing your brows to furrow in confusion. Since when did Junghan knock?
âCome... in?â You answer, though it came out more as a question. Your head turns at the sound of the door opening, and your eyes widen at seeing Junghan standing by the doorframe.
Looking oddly different.
âDude,â You stood up from your place and stared him up and down, âIs that what you were really wearing when you went out?â
His eyebrows raise in shock and you catch his eyes taking a quick glimpse from your chest before quickly looking back at the perplexed look on your face, a small smirk forming on lips. You decide to ignore it.
âWhat a warm âwelcome homeâ,â he chuckles.
âYou didnât answer me,â you replied, still oblivious to the difference in his tone.
He was wearing an all-black ensembleâa black cap, a black leather jacket, black pants that outlined his toned thighs (how have you never noticed?), and some chunky black bootsâa huge contrast to his normally colorful and baggy clothing. You were genuinely curious because you hadnât noticed what he looked like before he left the house as you were too tired and lazy to even look up and say goodbye.
âUh, yeah. This is what I was wearing?â He narrows one of his eyes, looking confused, âWhy?â
âI donât know⌠since when did you wear all black?â
âSince way back then? I donât know,â He replies, and you now noticed how his voice was unusually low. Junghan steps inside and averts his eyes from you, looking around in his room before scrimmaging through drawers as if in search for something.
âWhat are you looking for?â You asked, folding your arms and following him around.
âA charger,â He replies, and a chill runs down your spine at the sound of his voice. You thought maybe youâd detect how he was just trying to change his manner of speaking, but it was effortlessly low; like he wasnât faking it or anything. It was weird because Junghan normally sounded a little more high pitched.Â
âWhat charger?â
âA laptop charger, mine broke,â He continues searching and not once does he meet your eyes.
âOh okay, let me help you then,â You begin to look around and help him search, âThough I donât know what it looks like, Iâll let you know if I see a charger.â
He looks up at you and smiles, but you donât catch him watching you as you were already busy searching, âThanks.â
The two of you continue searching in silence, though occasionally youâd look up and glance at Junghan. What exactly was he doing? Was this for his film? Is he supposed to be in character? This new look and manner of talking that he somehow adopted after a quick trip to the grocery store did things to you. Every time he grunted in annoyance after a failed search, something in your stomach would twist and you found yourself suddenly feeling drawn, or maybe even more than drawn, to your best friend. Your gay best friend.
You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts.
Only a few minutes later did you find something that looked like a charger hiding underneath a pile of unfolded clothes before presenting it to Junghan, âIs it this?â
âYes! Exactly that,â He jumps up from crouching over one of the drawers at the bedside and walks over to you, âThank you.â
âYeah, sure. I donât know why you took such a long time searching for something in your room, though,â You rolled your eyes.
âMy room?â He smiles, voice a little deeper but with a hint of amusement.
God, you could just jump on him right now.
âYeah?â You knit your brows, âAnd stop doing that!â
âStop doing what?â He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed so he was looking up at you. He leans back a bit a folds his arms, a smile still tugging on the corner of his mouth.
Maybe it was the summer heat doing things to your head and making you think about all these things that you never thought youâd ever want to do with your gay best friend, but he seemed so in character it was actually beginning to bother you. What store did he go to exactly? And where the hell is the ice cream?
âThat! Whatâs up with your voice? And your outfit? You look so different, itâs weird,â You folded your arms as if to mirror him.
âWeird, huh?â He asks and looks at his clothing before looking back at you.
âNot in a bad way. It looks good, itâs just not you,â You squirmed slightly before shaking your head to snap out of it, âI donât know what store you went to that made you look like thisâand congrats I guess, if youâre trying to switch up your fashion, but you completely missed the ice cream, so good luck trying to handle this rambling bitch.â
He laughs at the words ârambling bitchâ and oh god that is not what his laughter sounded like before. When did the sound of his laugh sound so deep and sultry? You subconsciously sucked on and bit your lip at the sound of his laughter, trying your best not to visibly drool in front of him. He catches your subtle action and his brow raises at the sight.
âDespite all the things you said, you think this looks good?â A playful smile rests on his face and your heart beats erratically at his expression.
âY-yeah, I donât know,â You mumbled. He shifts on the edge of the bed to move closer to you.
âAnd because thereâs no ice cream, youâre going to turn into some ramblingâŚâ He reaches his hand out, the back of his fingers feeling the skin on your exposed waist before resting his hand on your back to pull you in closer.
ââŚperson?â he continues, brows raised and eyes staring intently at yours, not using the vulgar word you had just used to describe yourself (or the word he had just called you before he left to go to the store).
âI...um, weâll see,â you replied, and he only chuckles deeply. Your voice had transformed into a murmuring mess and it annoyed you, but you couldnât really do anything about it, right now he reminded you so much ofâ
âI think you look good too, you know. Maybe I did miss you a lot more than I thought I did,â he whispers, pulling you in even more so you were now standing between his thighs.
Missed you? After an eight minute trip to the grocery store?
You didnât question it. Your mind was blanking out, malfunctioning, even. Here was your best friend, your gay best friend (as you had to keep reminding yourself), placing his hands on your bare skin in a way that you knew wasnât going to turn out to be so innocent. Right now you were extremely attracted and possibly even turned on by whatever the fuck he was doing, all you could do to save yourself was blame it on the heat. Was this absolutely weird? Hell yes. Did you want to stop him? Fuck no.
Were you now completely devoid of all reason and logic?
Definitely.
Softly, he tugs on your arm and pulls you into him so you were now sitting on his lap with your hand resting on his chest. One of his hands was still attached to your waist, the other was resting itself on the bed, gripping on a blanket.
Chills run down your spine for the second time now as his mouth moves closer to your ear, âLucky for you I know the perfect way to handle rambling bitches.â
Your breath hitches for a moment and Junghan moves back to face you, his lips grazing your cheeks a little before you meet each otherâs gaze. The summer heat was definitely nothing compared to this, but you didnât mind. Your faces were only mere centimeters apart now and you couldâve sworn he was beginning to lean in by the look in his eyes, which were now fixated on your lips.
Seriously, you could just grab him by the collar right now and speed things up. Heâs the one who pulled you in first, anyway, you just wanted to get things going. Though you havenât exactly a clue as to where this would end, you wished he would hurry up a little to find out.
But for some strange reason, your senses were enveloped with the distinct smell of a signature fragrance that you knew did not belong to Junghan and it snapped you out of your thoughts. The scent was strong enough to flash some memories back in your mind, making you frown. Did he use this perfume on purpose? Or was your mind just playing tricks on you? In a flash, you could suddenly think straight and you couldnât help it, the moral side of your brain had turned far stronger than your currently raging hormones (thank goodness). Something was definitely off.
âBut, Junghan⌠arenât you⌠gay?â You asked, your voice trailing off a little.
His eyes widen and he pulls back from you. He stares at you for a few seconds before it hits him, and he starts erupting in laughter. You narrowed your eyes at him and got off his lap, moving over to the side and sitting beside him instead.
âJunghan?â He stresses on the name. Youâre staring at him blankly now, like you knew he was just messing with you. His laughter eventually dies down and he places a hand on your thigh, though it seemed much more innocent now, âIâm so sorry, ____, youâve got the wrong person.â
With one hand, he quickly grabs the blanket off the bed. The back of his other free hand endearingly caresses your jaw, and you notice how he lingers for a while as he moves a bit lower down to your neckâbefore wrapping the fabric around you and covering your whole torso with it. Your face immediately turns pink as you clutched onto the blanket to further cover yourself, feeling slightly humiliated, though you were still confused.
âWrong person? What do you mean?â
âI was wondering why you had no shirt on, I thought that was just a regular thing for you now. But itâs probably cause youâre more comfortable around my brother, huh?â
âYour brotherâŚ?â
âHas it really been that long?â He chuckles, and instantly your mind began connecting the pieces together. Could it actually be him? You havenât seen him in years, and no one even bothered telling you he was coming back today. No way, surely this was Junghan playing a joke on you.
âIâm not Junghan. Iâm his twin brother, Jungkook. Remember?â
You hastily stood up in defense, still clutching the blanket close to your chest, âShut the fuck up, Junghan. No one said anything about Jungkook coming back today!â
Junghan Jungkook only laughs and stands up, the melodious sound filling the room, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the wide open bedroom door.Â
âWhat a shame, but it was a surprise. I didnât tell anyone I was coming home today,â He folds his arms, âAnd if I am Junghan, then who is that?â He points at the doorframe and true enough, Junghan was standing there holding grocery bags in his arms wearing his usual oversized colorful jacket and khaki colored pants.
You and Junghan both looked at each other with mouths dropped down to the floor before you looked back at Jungkook, who had the same smirk tugged on his lips, clearly amused at the whole situation.
Jungkook bends forward and leans in to your face, his voice in a lower tone but still audible enough for his brother to hear, âProbably shouldnât take your top off so leisurely around the house anymore, huh?â He grins and winks at you, causing you wince and force an awkward smile, internally cursing yourself at everything that just happened.
âAnyways, I should probably rest up in my room. See you around,â Jungkook flashes you a smile before placing a chaste kiss on your (now dry, because your body had frozen up)Â forehead before walking away from you, taking the charger and dangling it in his other hand. He taps his confused looking brother on the shoulder before turning his head back to take one last look at you before walking out, leaving you and Junghan staring at each other in shock.
Junghan walks in slowly and sets the bags of grocery on the floor, shutting the door behind him.
âWhat the fuck just happened?â He asks you, eyes wide in anticipation.
Your mind replays everything that had happened between you two. Was Jungkook really just about to kiss you minutes before? Heart racing, you clutch on your chest from underneath the blanket he had covered you with. No way was Jungkook back. No way is he back and looking even more attractive than he did the last time you saw him. Not when you had just gotten over your small crush on him a couple of years ago.
The heat returns to your body, but it mainly pools on your cheeks. You look back at your best friend, but no words of explanation come up.Â
âBelieve me, Iâm asking myself the same thing.â
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@rachelfuckingdareâ first image from this visionary post
[ID: two side by side photos from the trials of apollo series. underlined conversation between apollo and piper in the first image below:
âWhat do you mean it was you? You mean you realized you didnât love Jason? Thatâs no oneâs fault.â
She grimaced, as if I still hadnât grasped what she meant... or perhaps she wasnât sure herself.
âI know itâs nobodyâs fault,â she said. âI do love him. But... like I told you, Hera forced us together--the marriage goddess, arranging a happy couple. My memories of starting to date Jason, our first few month together, were...â
the second image shows the first page of chapter 39 of the tower of nero. above the main text there is an poem that reads, âTwo hundred and ten / Is a lot of haiku, but / I can do more if - / (*insert the sound of a god being strangled here*)â. some of the page is obscured by overlaid white text that reads, âPIPER GOT A GIRLFRIEND PIPER GOT A GIRLFRIENDâ. main text below:
Speaking of Piper McLean, I embarrassed myself when I popped in to visit her.
It was a lovely summer night in Tahlequah, Oklahoma. The stars were out by the million and cicadas chirped in the trees. Heat settled over the rolling hills. Fireflies glowed in the grass.
I had willed myself to appear wherever Piper McLean... [obscured text] ...modest farmhouse -- the McLean ancestral home. At the edge of the roof, two people sat shoulder to shoulder, dark silhouettes facing away from me. One leaned over and kissed the other.Â
I didnât mean to, but I was so flustered I flashed like... [obscured text], inadvertently changing from Lester to adult Apollo form -- toga, blond hair, muscles and all. The two lovebirds turned to face me. Piper McLean was on the left. On the right sat another young lady with short dark hair and a rhinestone nose stud that winked in the darkness.Â
the third image is a screenshot of a post by @ rachelfuckingdare that says âMY MAIN IS STILL SNIPED SOMEONE POST THE PIPER COMP HET MONOLOGUE SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE GAY KISS BSKSKSHWMSâ. end ID.]
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4 Times Leon Joined You and Connor
+ 1 Time He Stayed
Summary: How you, Leon and Connor became a thing
Warnings: smut (oral (female receiving, male receiving, penetrative sex), mlm sex (blowjobs)), sexuality crises (sexuality procrastination)
1) The âAccidentsâ
Leon gets your text message a second too late. The notification with your name and âDON'T OPEN MY SNAPâ hanging above the picture of your scantily clad torso, matching royal purple set, the deep colour complimenting your tan skin. Leon is torn between wanting to be respectful and wanting to keep the picture open until he can get himself off. But, heâs a good dude so he does not do the latter. Instead, he closes the snap and texts you back
Leon: Whoops. I didnât get your message until after I opened it
You: Ugh. Iâm sorry, your name is right under Connorâs and my finger slipped.
Leon: Arenât you supposed to be at school.
You: Stats are boring. I was trying to bother my boyfriend.
Leon: Pay attention in class, (Y/N).
You: đ
You: You can keep the picture btw. I know I look good
You: No face, no case
Leon doesnât keep it but, his finger hovers over the replay button for far too long.
~~~
Leonâs furnace craps out on him halfway into the season, and Alberta winters without heaters isnât very enjoyable so he temporarily moves in with Connor, the day of the charity gala. Leon has a good time for the most part. Except -
He canât get that fucking picture out of his head. And your dress hugs you in all the right places and he really hopes that neither you or Connor notice that how often he looks over at you. Connor has to rub elbows with the rich donor more than Leon does, so he keeps you company in between rounds. The two of you keep yourselves entertained by comping up with potential conversations for the other people in the room.
âLeon wait,â you say, clutching his arm and Leon feels his heart skip a beat, âThat girl is his daughter, not his sugar baby.â
âNo,â Leon was convinced, they were sitting way too close if that were true, âHow do you know?â
You point to an older lady thatâs approaching the table. She leans down to give the man a quick kiss and Leonâs about to propose a potential mistress until he realizes the girl looks like a younger version of the older woman.
âShit,â he says and you look at him with wide eyes, âWeâre going to hell.â
âWe totally deserve it too.â
An hour later, Leon is excusing himself from a conversation with Klefbom and an older lady. She hardly notices, her attention has been focused on Oscar the whole time. Oscar tries to get him to stay but Leon thinks her not-so-subtle flirtation is hilarious.
He laughs when he gets the âIâm gonna fucking kill youâ text from Oscar on the way to the bathroom.
Leon: I donât like being the third wheel
Leon: Make sure sheâs not married, klef. Youâd be a terrible mistress
Oscar: I would be the best mistress in the history of mistresses.
When Leon opens the door to the bathroom heâs met with the sound of moans. He supposes he should have shut the door right then and there but he opens it all the way without realizing. Heâs met with the sight of Connor fucking you on the sink. Your nails are digging into his back as Connor fucks you. Heâs frozen for a moment, canât remember how to move his limbs until you meet his eyes. Heâs fairly certain you smile at him but heâs also convinced he imagined it. He replays your moans and tiny whimpers in his head.
Heâs not even surprised when he wakes up the next morning and the girl next to him looks a little like you when he squints.
~~~
A week later heâs coming home from a run, the weather had warmed up enough for a short 15 minute jog before he had to pack for the California road trip. He lets himself in through Connorâs garage door, taking off his snowy boots in the mudroom. He takes his earbuds out, pocketing them when he hears -
âI - fuck, donât tease me.â
Not again.
Now, Leon is kind of annoyed. He texted Connor that he was on his way home, had given him ample time to move to his bedroom. And Leon has to pass the living room to get to the guest room.
âYouâre such a brat,â he hears Connor say and the next thing that comes out of his mouth is a loud groan.
Leon has to start packing, they need to be at the airport in an hour. He tries to make his appearance quick and minimal but he meets Connorâs eyes. He mouths, sorry as he picks up the pace, but Connor doesnât seem to mind. His face is flushed, and his chest is rising and falling quickly. Connor winks at him. Winks.
When he finally makes it to his room he slumps against the walk, leaving the door open a crack so he can hear Connorâs moans. He canât help it anymore, he pulls the waistband of his pants down, gripping his dick. He has to bite down on his hand to keep his moans at bay. He cums in unison with Connor, using his moans to guide him to finish.
He stands there for a moment, hands sticky with cum listening to Connor praise you through the crack in the door.
~~~
Leon doesnât make a habit of picking up men during the season. You can never know who's secretly a hockey fan wanting to sell Leonâs bisexuality to the tabloids. Hell, only like 4 people on the team knew. But Anaheim doesnât have a huge hockey presence so he takes a chance. He gets out of team movie night under the guise of an upset stomach.
Instead, he Ubers to the nearest gay bar. The place is pretty packed when he gets there. He orders a drink and notices a floppy haired blond guy across from him. Heâs a little too scrawny to pass as Connor, but Leonâs not asking for perfection. He asks the bartender to send over another of whatever heâs having before he makes his way over to him. Not-Connorâs name is Josh, and they hit off right away.
Soon, Leonâs pushing not-Connor up against the bathroom wall, grinding against him. Not-Connor gets down on his knees and sucks Leon off. It doesnât take long until Leonâs shooting down his throat with a hand in his thick hair. He starts to get down so he can reciprocate, his jaw is gonna kill him tomorrow but heâs not an asshole, when not-Connor stops him.
âIf you want, we can go to mine and you can fuck me,â he says, biting his lip.
Leonâs already forgotten his name, but he says yes anyway.
Not Connor is really fucking flexible, letting Leon hook his legs over his shoulders when he fucks him in missionary. They stop for a quick snack in the kitchen before Leon bends him over the counter and fucks him until tears form in the corner of his eyes.
Leonâs half an hour late for curfew, but no one says anything to him.
2) The Vacation
Donât get him wrong, Leon is always honoured to be invited to All-Star weekend. However, if he had the choice of being interviewed for two days straight or sitting on a beach in california for a week, he probably wouldnât put too much though into his decision.
But, he still had 4 days of vacation in Palm Springs with the team before he and Connor had to leave early. Connor had asked him if he wanted to split the cost of the penthouse suite, and because Leonâs room was on the other side of suite as yours and Connorâs room, he said yes.
They left for California as soon as their last game ended, leaving them too tired to party the first night, choosing to order room service instead. Leon gets a plate of honey garlic chicken wings, 12 of them to himself, spaghetti, and a slice of cheesecake because, fuck it, heâs on vacation.
When it arrives, he snatches the plate of wings before Connor could take one, he had a bad habit of saying he didnât want stuff and then asking for a few bites. Normally, Leon doesnât care but heâs been craving wings for weeks. Why did he choose the career with the strict diet regimen?
âYouâre really not gonna share?â Connor asks, eyebrow raised.
âNope,â he replies, popping the âpâ and sinking his teeth into his second one.
âYou have 12!â
âNo one was stopping you from ordering your own.â
Leon feels your eyes on him. He assumes it's because heâs foregone any and all manners. The sticky sauce on the wings coat his fingers, he can feel it in his beard but he does not care because theyâre so good. He doesnât care that heâs gone full barbarian-
âLeon do you want to have a threesome with us?â you ask and Leon chokes on a piece of chicken.
âWhat?â He nearly drops his wing, âRight now?â
Connorâs groans and runs a hand through his hair in exasperation, âThis is not how we said we would ask him.â
âIâm sorry. I canât explain it,â you giggle and gesture at how heâs hunched over his wings, âbut this is doing it for me?â
âReally?â Leon asks incredulously and Connor looks at you in disbelief.
âI wish I could say it didnât.â
Leon squints at you and Connor, âYouâre serious about this?â
âYeah,â You both respond.
âWeâve been discussing adding a third,â Connor asks, âWe were going to ask when you werenât beasting a plate of wings - I admire your ability to eat during a conversation, by the way - but someone canât keep it in their pants.â
You shrug, taking a bite from your burger.
Leon contemplates it, eating his 8th wing in the meantime.
âSure,â he says, starting his 9th, âBut not tonight. I donât feel sexy after I eat spaghetti.â
You laugh, âLeon, if you had to choose between only sex or only food which would it be?â
âFood,â he says with no hesitation, or regrets.
~~~
The next day Leon spends baking in the sun. Everybody had decided to spend the day in the attached private pool in the suit. He chirps Connor when his skin starts to burn about an hour into the day and pokes at his red shoulder when he joins Connor under the umbrella.
By the end of the day Leon is pleasantly tipsy, saying goodbye to the team as he lounges on the couch. When the door shuts, you settle yourself in his lap. Your skin is warm from the heat.
Your sheer white swimsuit coverup has been driving Leon insane for the past two hours the team has been in the suite. Although, seeing you in your bikini, watching the water glint off your tan skin as Connor splashed you with the water, was far worse.
âHi,â you hum, leaning in, âYou still down for this?â
âOf course.â
You kiss him, letting out a groan as you do so. Leon rests his hands on your thighs, and when you donât rebuke him he slides them up, dragging your cover up with him. His fingers toy with the band of your suit bottoms. He pulls away from your mouth, instead kissing along your jaw, scraping his beard against your skin gently. Normally, he wouldnât be so bold, but, when you first started dating Connor, he told Leon that he started to grow his beard out because you enjoyed the scratch on your skin. He pays attention to the places that draw tiny gasps or moans from you, noting them for later.
âI should have known that the two most impatient people in my life wouldnât wait for me,â Connor says, holding your jaw to kiss you. Leon doesnât miss the way your body goes limp against him when Connorâs fingers tighten ever so slightly.
âI wouldnât have pegged you as a sub,â Leon hums, pulling your cover up all the way over your head. âSheâs not,â Connor interjects, helping Leon with his task, âSheâs a brat, but sheâs pretty.â
âYouâre mean,â you respond, âShould we move to the bedroom?â
Connor pulls you up, off his lap. Leon thinks that heâs just going to lead you, but Connor picks you up. You pull him closer with your legs, grunting as Connor settles you and starts walking to the master bedroom. Leon has to stop himself running after you.
Leon takes two minutes to get there, stopping for a quick glass of water. Two minutes is all it takes for Connor to fuck you from behing. Leon takes a minute, scanning his eyes over the two of you. Connor looks over and winks at him and Leon gets that same pang in his heart again. He stops, and you let out a whine in protest, pushing your hips back against him.
âTake her mouth,â Connor says, nodding towards the empty spot on the bed.
âFor the record, Iâm not thrilled that youâre bossing me around,â he says but obliges, pulling his swim shorts off on the way there.
He gives himself a few pumps before you reach over and take over, âYou can put your hand in my hair,â you say, before you wrap your lips around the tip.
Connorâs hand slides along your spine, lightly dragging his nails as you start to bob your head, taking Leon deeper each time.
âShould we link arms in true Eiffel Towel fashion?â
~~~
Leon thought it was going to be a one-time thing, but the next morning he wakes up with your throat on his dick, and he can hear the shower running. By the time Connorâs back in the room, youâre cuming on Leonâs cock as he spills into the condom.
âYou asshats,â Connor says, water dripping down abs, âI leave for five minutes.â
âYou take the longest showers known to man, Con,â you tease, accepting his kiss.
That day the team planned on going to go sightseeing, but Leon makes the excuse of finding a girl at the hotel bar last night. Connor says that the two of you are going to take advantage of the empty penthouse. And you do. The next day, during the team hike, the three of you lag behind the rest, too exhausted to keep up.
~~~
Leon thinks that when they land in San Jose for the All Star game, that itâs the end, and heâs almost sad about it. But at the end, Connor and him get the same snap. You lifting up your McDavid jersey to reveal a lacey, navy blue bodysuit. The V dips tantalizingly low, Leon wants to lick the exposed skin and feel your body squirm against his as he teases you. He and Connor change faster than Leon thought was possible, and soon heâs upstairs in yours and Connors room. Connor fucks you first, not giving you quite enough to cum as he finishes, filling you. As Leonâs rolling on the condom, Connorâs whispering in his ear - donât let her cum.
So Leon fucks you slowly. Holding both of your hands in one of his palms, he takes his time. His thrusts are rhythmic, as he grinds into you, watching your face contort. He rubs your clit, feeling the way you clench around him. He pushes you to the edge and waits before pulling out entirely. He rests his dick on your stomach, pulling off the condom as he cums on your stomach.
3) The Dinner
Connor gets sick from the WEM signing in February. (Whoever decided to have the Oilerâs star player do a fan signing with a thousand people in the middle of flu season needs to be fired but thatâs besides the point.) Because of this, he canât go to the Nugeâs team bonding dinner but he insists that you still come, the other girls would miss you.
So you go, and you press up against Leon every once in a while during drinks. At dinner, you sit next to him, keeping a hand on his thigh at all times. Your hand moves onto his inseam as you spoon risotto into your mouth. While Nuge and Bre are handing out deserts, you lead him down a hallway.
âHold on...aha!â you push open a door, leading to a guest room. The bed is made, and thereâs a picture of Nugeâs dog on the bedside table. You turn the picture down, âI donât want Sophie to see what weâre about to do.â
â(Y/N), What about Connor?â he asks. Leon has spent the night with you and Connor multiple times since coming home, and heâs fucked you many times but Connorâs always been there.
âConnor doesnât care,â you say, pushing him down on the bed, âHe said it was fine. We can FaceTime him if you want.â
Leon doesnât think youâre lying, but he does enjoy watching Connor bite his lip as he watches Leon fuck you from behind. Heâs got a terrible angle, canât really see much but just the sounds of you and Leon make him groan into the phone. You end the cal with a quick âI love you.â
âYou coming over tonight?â you ask when you and Leon finished getting dressed.
âObviously.â
Everyoneâs tipsy enough that they hadnât noticed the two of you were gone.
When Leon comes over that night itâs the first time he gets his hands in Connor. Heâs just finished fucking you - heâd quickly become the one to call the shots when he was around - and Connor was watching him pound into uou with wide eyes, fists clenched at his side like he was told.
Leon had spent a number of nights with you and Connor by now, but he figured Connor wasnât into men so he didnât push it. But this time it was different, he didnât know why, but it was.
Leon knee-walks over to him, planting his legs on either side of Connorâs thighs. He doesnât kiss him, doesnât know if thatâs too much, but he slides his hand up the length of them.
Giving a handy for the first time is always a little bit awkward, Leon actually has to pay attention to what they do and do not like, but with Connor itâs easier. Itâs still a little awkward, he accidentally squeezes Connorâs base a little too hard and he crumpled against him, but itâs significantly better.
(Later that week youâd have a conversation with Connor.
âYou know I donât mind if you wanna do stuff with Leo when youâre gone right?â
âWhat?â
âIf you want to. You donât have to but you seemed like you really enjoyed Leoâs hands the other day. Not that I blame you for that.â)
4) The Roadie
Leon isnât expecting anyone to knock on his hotel door. Heâs surprised when itâs Connor there. Heâs antsy, cracking his knuckles.
âHey,â he says, furrowing his brows at Connorâs uneasy demeanour, âeverything okay?â
âEverythingâs great,â Connor replies, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
âDo you wanna come in?â
âWh-oh yeah sure,â he stutters like he didnât realize that he was still outside.
Leon lets him in, and Connor walks to the chair on the other side of the room, but doesnât sit. Leon eyes him as he sits on the edge of the bed.
âSo I talked to (Y/N),â Connor starts.
âAndâŚâ Leon prompts.
âShe said that if we wanted to mess around together on roadies then thatâs fine with her,â he takes a deep breath âandivebeenthinkingaboutitandiwannatrymaybebutivenever-â
âWoah woah woah,â Leon stops him, âYouâre going to have to repeat that way slower.â
âI was thinking that, if youâre down, then maybe I would be willing to try it?â he trails off at the end.
âConnor?â
âYes?â
âDo you want to sleep with me?â
âMaybe,â Connor takes another deep breath, âI mean Iâve never done anything with a dude before, but I kinda liked it the other day. But like, only if you want to.â
âWe can fool around on roadies,â picking up is so much work, Leon would love to have a steady side piece - even though he doesn't have a main piece, âSince when were you into dudes.â
Connor rubs a hand over his face, âDonât start with me. Iâve been having an ongoing sexuality crisis for a while. I love women, (Y/N) especially, but weâre tabling this conversation for, like a year.â
âJust one thing,â he says, finally sitting down on the bed next to him, âI donât want you toâŚ.fuck me just yet.â
Leon wants to laugh, Connorâs so straight that it hurts, âGay sex isnât like straight sex, thereâs a process. And, I donât want to brag, but if I were to fuck you, you wouldnât be able to walk for a week and youâre kind of important to the team.â
âSo...youâre a bottom,â Leon teases, poking him in the shoulder.
âI think so? Obviously I wonât really know until I try it but I see the appealâŚ.what are you?â
Leon does laugh at that, â I usually top but I donât mind taking it every once in a while.â
Connor nods, which Leon finds adorable. The last time Leon dealt with any kind of virginity was when he was losing his own (both times), and heâs kind of excited.
Connor leans in, kissing Leon softly. Leon pushes against them, hand coming up to card through Connorâs hair. A few moments later, he pulls away.
âWhatâs the verdict?â Leon asks.
âYour beard feels weird.â
âGood weird or bad weird,â Leon didnât have a 5 step beard oil routine for it to feel bad.
âGood weird.â
Leon hums in approval. Connor leans back in, and this time Leon pushes him down on the bed and Connor lets him. He lets Leon trail kisses down his neck, chest heaving off the bed once Leon gets that spot at his jawbone that drives him crazy.
âYou good?â Leon asks as he lowers himself between Connorâs spread legs. Connor nods, âIf youâre uncomfortable, tell me and we stop.â
He takes Connorâs dick out of his shorts, only mildly surprised when he realizes Connorâs not wearing any underwear. He licks his lips as he starts to jack him off. Connor lets out a breathy moan as Leon drops his hound to the base of his cock a with a gentle squeeze. Leon leans forward, sucking on the head gently as he watches Connorâs face turn red. Leon bobs his head down, taking more down his throat each time. Leon digs his fingers into Connorâs hips to keep them down.
âEasy, baby,â Leon murmurs, not realizing the nickname was on the tip of his tongue until it had slipped out, âItâs been a while, youâre gonna have to give me a second before you fuck my throat.â
â âM sorry,â Connor says, panting.
âItâs okay, Con,â Leon responds, reaching for Connorâs hand and placing it in his hair.
âFuuck, Leo,â Connor grunts when Leon starts to suck on his head.
Leon finds a good rhythm, bobbing his head low and hollowing his lips as he comes up. Connor is groaning, Leon should probably tell him to keep his voice down given that theyâre surrounded by the team but he doesnât care.
Leon drops his dick, until the very tip of his cock, and sucks. Connor grunts, thrusting up into Leonâs hands before Leon starts to slide his hand up and down quickly, bringing Connor to the edge.
âClose,â he pants, âI-close, Leo, plea-â
Leon sinks his head down one more time before Connor hits the back of his throat. He sputters a little as Connor keeps spilling into his mouth. He feels a little bit dribble out, and when he finally pulls off, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
âHow was that?â Leon asks, tucking Connorâs soft dick under the waistband of his shorts.
Connor has a hand thrown over his face, and his only answer is a groan. Leon canât help but laugh.
âIâll take that as a compliment, I know my head game is strong.â
(Connor tries to give Leon a blowjob, but he gets a little too ambitious and chokes a few bobs in. Connor sputters and coughs, and Leon canât help but chuckle as Connor grips his thighs, trying to catch his breath. He wants to try again but Leon stops him.
âYouâve done a lot today, you can try again later if you want to.â
âNo, no I can do it.â
Leon explains that he doesnât want Connor to bite his dick and Connor relaxes, giving him a hanjob instead. His pressure is a little light, so Leon wraps his hand around Connorâs and guides him until Leon finishes all over his stomach.
(Connor hesitantly runs a finger through the mess, before slowly raising his finger to his lips. He scrunches his nose in disgust. âDrink some pineapple juice, ugh.â and Leon laughs)
Connor leaves shortly after, and Leon definitely doesnât replay the moment over and over again in his head.)
+ 1) The One Time he Stayed
When Leon pulls up into Connorâs driveway, heâs expecting the usual: play with Lenny, threesome, play with Lenny, dinner, play with Lenny, maybe round two, decide if he wants to drive home at 3 am (the answer is most likely no).
However, when he shows up Connor isnât even home, which is not normal. Lenard throws himself at Leon when he walks through the door, knocking him down on the floor.
âOne of these days heâs gonna be successful in his assination attempts,â you joke from your place on the couch.
âThere are worse ways to die,â he says as he gets back on his feet, this time ready for Lennyâs high energy. Eventually Lenny decides Leon is not worth his time, padding off to his bed by the fireplace, so Leon sits by you on the couch.
âWatchya reading?â he asks, poking you in the side.
âMy textbook detailing the different types and phases of psychosis,â you say, capping your highlighter.
âHm,â Leon grunts, âUplifting.â
âVery,â you place the book on the coffee table, âSo Connor was telling me about your hook up on the roadie.â
Leonâs heart stops, âConnor said it was okay and you seduced me at Nugeâs so I assumed-â
âLeon, relaxâ you cut him off with a chuckle, âIâm not mad.â
Leon lets out the breath he didnât know he was holding.
âAnd I did not seduce you at Nugeâs.â
âYou led me down a hallway Iâve never been in just to have sex with me in their guest bedroom,â he raises an eyebrow, âthatâs the definition of seducing.â
You mutter something that Leon canât decipher under his breath which he knows means that heâs won this argument.
âAnyways,â you say, clearing your throat, ââConnor was gonna be here, but he had an appointment and now heâs stuck on the Henday but heâll be here soon. We were talking and we were thinking, only if you wanted to, that maybe you could join us...as a couple.â
Leon isnât sure he understands your proposal.
âWhat?â
âWould you like to join me and Connor as a third?â you ask, âIf you donât want you can leave before Connor comes home and weâll never bring it up again.â
~~~
Later that day, when Leon is falling asleep with Connor on one side of him using his chest as a pillow and youâre on his other side tucked against him, heâll think about what a strange road it was to get here. Connorâs already asleep, listening to Leonâs heartbeat as his head rises and falls on with Leonâs breath.
âSo was this always the plan?â Leon asks when he feels you tracing something on his skin.
âHm?â you question.
âWas this all an elaborate ploy to get me to join you and Connor?â he clarifies, âBecause if so, kudos because I never expected.â
âNo,â Connor mumbles against Leonâs chest, turns out he wasnât asleep, âWe didnât expect to ask you to join us more than once in California but youâre too damn cute.â
âI never thought we would because I didnât think Davo was into dudes,â you say, âWe get any closer to an answer on the sexuality thing, Con?â
âWeâll get there when we get there.â
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