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There's a persistent myth that capitalism embraces an' advances technology, but that ain't been true fer decades.
Capitalism can't handle modern technology. Modern tech eliminates scarcity, an' without scarcity capitalism can't make no profit. It's basic supply an' demand.
Through much a' th' 20th century technological progress could happen without threatening baseline scarcity, but not no more.
So now when new tech comes along, like say large language models or high-yield GMO crops, capitalism is either gonna suppress it or twist and corrupt it ta' harm workers.
This is inevitable. Capitalism will collapse if there ain't scarcity, so capitalists gotta invent scarcity if it don't naturally exist.
If yer lookin' forward ta' our glorious transhumanist technological future, like I am, ya' should wanna get rid a' capitalism.
(Art sampled from "Titans" Vol. 4 #11 by Tom Taylor, Lucas Meyer, Adriano Lucas, Wes Abbott, Chris Rosa, Brittany Holzherr, and Paul Kaminski)
#Dialogue Edit#Comic Edit#Amanda Waller#Anti Capitalism#Leftist#Socialist#Communist#Technology#Tech#DC Comics#Comics#New Comic Book Day#New Comic Day#We could provide all necessities cheaply enough to be negligible with current technology#Only capitalism stands in the way
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fundamentally disinterested in the recurring discourse about kevin's drinking that aims to a) make it his Specific Problem To Focus On And Overcome when it is a crutch and coping mechanism to get him through a Much Bigger Problem (emotional fallout he can't square with by himself, culture shock, trauma, loss of his extremely wildly co-dependent relationship w riko, losing the structure of the nest, mourning a future he was meant to have, processing a grave injustice, anger and fear and desperate grief, all of which is his Actual Specific Fox Problem) while he builds himself back up, and b) thinks that even if it is a problem (more on that later), it's the foxes' problem to deal with.
like. it's just not.
yeah, he doesn't drink until he meets them. they gave him that habit, and in traditional terms, they're (the monsters specifically) a 'bad influence'. but these are the foxes. this is kevin day, son of exy, whose meteor is crashing spectacularly through no fault of his own. there are no traditional terms to be found here. the framework for it literally doesn't exist. neil comes into the foxes with more conventional expectationsâappalled at the athletes' substance use, his horror at matt's trip to columbia, his steadfast and early repeated stance that none of the foxes should let andrew treat them the way he does, and certainly not nickyâand tends to engage with them less as the series goes on and he folds himself into the foxes. the thing about the foxes is that they've all been in pits deeper than they are tall. and some of them got a helping hand on the wayâerik, andrew's extreme intervention methods, stephanie walkerâand wymack was always waiting for them on the other side, ready to throw down a rope, but all the foxes dragged themselves out of their own holes. often not alone, often not without assistance, but at the end of the day, they have to do it.
there's that line neil has about aaron in that scene that got deleted when the timeline shifted around, when he thinks about how aaron got this far in life on his own, surviving on willpower and sheer desperation. that applies to aaron in a way that's a little more acute than some of the rest of themâboy who doesn't let the foxes in bc of andrew, boy who doesn't let nicky in bc he doesn't know how, boy made of flinching and seeking an escape and grieving the one who hurt himâbut is broadly true for the foxes en masse.
this isn't to say the foxes can't help each other, but it's not their job. it just isn't. they'll keep kevin alive, keep him safe, keep him flanked and contained within their ranks. they'll fight tooth and nail in this battle with him, fight to get him to that championship game, fight to get that trophy in his hands. but that's all they've agreed to. that's all they're responsible for, in this covenant they've made with him. he says they can make this happen, and they're going to get him to that final game, but it's up to him what state he's in when he gets there.
like. they're foxes. they've been triaging their whole lives. they hate each other and they hate everyone else more. they're the kids with their backs up against the wall. half of them are addicts. i don't think kevin is comparable, personally; he's getting through a horrific situation with a coping mechanism. that's not the same thing as battling yourself to stop using. but that's not really the point of this. what i'm getting at here is that to the foxes, it's easy math: kevin who can lean on vodka and andrew and wymack and the foxes to stay upright when he's not ready to stand on his own two feet is still a kevin who is standing. a kevin with one less piece of scaffolding to lean on is a kevin who falls over, a kevin at risk of complete collapse, a kevin one phone call away from running back to the master, a kevin one crucial loss away from not ever making it back to himself at all. they're triaging. this is low on the totem pole of things they have the room to care about. they very much have bigger problems, both individually and even just kevin-related. if alcohol makes seeing the boy he knew best in the world and moved in tandem with his whole life and who destroyed their entire legacy and his entire life in one move â if alcohol makes facing that boy easier to stomach, then, fuck, why would they take that away? they're foxes. they've all got their demons. this is what kevin needs this year and a half to let him face his, that's all. they can understand that. it doesn't have to be pretty, as long as it keeps him in the fight. that's the priority.
i think there's absolutely space to explore this in fic and art and fandom in a way that maybe does explore it as a Problem, both that it's an active problem for kevin & that it's something to explore other foxes helping him with (there's a t&n fic that i've been gnawing at the bit to read for months that seems poised to explore this premise, and that's super up my alley)! i just think we're in different territory when we're talking about the seriesâand its characters and dynamicsâin a conversational rather than transformational way, and end up talking about this like the foxes are responsible for kevin's choices. i love kevin day. i read these back at the start of 2015 & he's so dear to me that loving him was the blueprint for how i feel abt kageyama. but it's been pretty weird to see how the conversation has been translating Loving Kevin Day into... thinking the foxes are doing wrong by him with respect to this in actual canon. like that's just not how it operates there
#kevin day#aftg#aftg is a sports anime story that's mostly about survival. it's no surprise they're all aiming to Get Through This Yearâ first and foremost#personally i don't think kevin is an alcoholic. that's a specific term that means something that i don't think means kevin.#i understand why people apply it to him with the way it's used colloquially a lot but like. that doesn't make it true#but i'm also not particularly interested in hashing that out and litigating it#i've seen people with more specific and relevant Personal experience than me try that and it fell on deaf ears#so i don't particularly care to waste my breath there. that's not the main point of this anyway#i am saying that i don't think kevin's drinking is the Capital P Problem but mostly i'm saying even if it is. that's not the foxes' issue#like in the most basic truth sense. it just isn't. you can wish they did or think friends should or whatever but like.#you have to remember who they are. they're not the trojans. they're not the gangsey. they're foxes.#they wanted to mutiny against kevin within twelve hours of him opening his mouth but they still voted to keep him. ykwim.#they're not here to hold his hand but they will keep him intact.#like. they're gonna get him to the championship game. he promises them that and they promise in turn to show up and get there.#but they're only in charge of making it there. it's entirely up to him what state he's in when he gets there.#this isn't to say that they wouldn't care; it's that the foxes have been triaging their entire fucking lives.#kevin with alcohol in his hand is a kevin who can stand up on the court and face riko instead of giving up. it's a shield.#absolutely there's an argument that it's not healthy but like. Cs get degrees. if this gets him throughâ then it gets him through.#alcohol tw#alcoholism ment //#substance abuse ment //
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Moodboard for my MC Evander for @uroboros-if
I so enjoyed playing this demo last night and have been having many Thoughts about it.
#it was so tough finding pics i thought would fit what i have in my head but this will do for now#i was up thinking abt this IF for soooo long itâs unreal#what is eternity?#unending time but also timelessness#like what does it mean to be the container for something that has no beginning or end?#the container is rendered useless obvi#but here the MC stands so there MUST be something to that right?#maybe it just means they must act as a witness to it all.#they are resigned to an existence of knowing and seeing things others do not and being unable to impact those things in any meaningful way#like an echo#like a black hole that is packed so densely with matter but appears to be little more than a void. Nothingness (capital N)#*me muttering to myself while reading and making this mb*: the symbols the symbols the cycles the void the echoes#the fact that when mc is summoned into existence one of the first things we can choose to have them do is replicate a smile (echoing)#idk if iâm explaining this well. tried to talk to my sister abt it without sounding like a madman and suffice to say that didnât work out#iâm really losing it#those quotes from house of leaves: âdivinity seems defined by echo.â + âand where there is no echo there is no description of space or love#there is only silence.â#that bit from disco elysium#âhow do you measure something that doesnât exist?â âeasy. you measure it by the world around it.â#evander is fond of mortals. they are humanityâs echo in the truest sense.#they are therefore in a very unique position for the conflict that is about to come#of course these are all just my interpretations and thoughts#my mcs#mb#mc: evander (uroboros)#if: uroboros
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Shoutout to my Monkees mutuals for reminding me about the Monkees and their music; now I'm thinking about how She is such a season 2 Damon talking about Katherine song.
Meanwhile, 1864 Damon is of course firmly Vampire Girl by the Misfits (he would die for her, and he did).
#Damon Salvatore#The Vampire Diaries#Datherine#the Monkees#She#that post defending Auntie Grizelda got me listening to them a little again and first of all She slaps#and second of all Damon is singing it about Katherine. privately of course. but in his heart#Vampire Girl#the Misfits#I like to imagine Damon would be very fond of both of these songs#some people see him as a Taylor Swift fan because he mentions her but he specifically says that he *tolerates* her music to get girls#the only music we canonically know he listens to is Enjoy the Silence by Anberlin and 21 Guns by Green Day. So really he's an emo#well and Ask the Angels by Dead Sara in season 5#I'm trying to think of any other diegetic music Damon chose in some way. but just based on those three I'd say he's a man of taste#and I like to imagine there's some diversity in what he listens to#assigned Monkees fan by way of my tumblr mutuals hehehe#anyways time for my monthly main blog post#idk I need to bring these things more into balance. but ah well here we are#I love how tumblr is just all of our obsessions bumping up against each other and sometimes meshing together#I should reblog with applicable lyrics#some music for my favorite terrible vampire man <3 ;)#update: I was gonna pick some lyrics but nevermind it's really just the whole song#although 'she needs someone to walk on so her feet don't touch the ground' hits in particular#Vampire Girl is pretty lyrically straightforward but it definitely hits human Damon's devotion to her#also I know it's not necessary to italicize song titles but I wanted She to stand out because I feel like if you don't know the song#you might think I just capitalized a random word. so I wanted to be clear#I ramble#even in the tags I ramble
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Honestly the place where mascot horror fails is that they think all they have to do is sell toys, but in reality to sell toys you need a fandom. And how do you get a fandom? Easy. Give them characters to ship. It's an infallible technique.
#luly talks#sorry i was thinking of jeff the killer yaoi agian#but honestly like my train of thought is super twisted but like#mascot horror and creepypasta truly arent that different if not for one big foe: capitalism#WHICH IRONICALLY ENOUGH IS THE SAME REASON WHY CREEPYPASTAS CAN BE LIKE THEY WERE ANYMORE#BC THE CREATORS WANT CREDIT AND MONEY AND ETC which is fair but also creepypastas didnt use to be like taht yknow?#kids looove when theres a fucked up guy who then they can see not being fucked up is very enriching#creepypastas literally were the mascot horror of the communists no one owned anything it was our group project we all did fuck all#only thing like that we have is literally scp#and you know why the backrooms doesnt work this same way?#because backrooms stablished IN ITS ORIGIN a specific theme#so if you dont stick to that theme then it feels like it stands out and its yucky#creepypasta and scp are a bunch of little worlds in a same universe who can exist all on their own OR NOT!#also backrooms sucks bc the point of the backrooms was that you ddidnt know wtf was there but whateverrrrrrrrrrr <- hater supreme
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Will any of them have animus powers?
tthats a hard question honestly, I donât rlly know. Bc this takes place in the canon world, a little bit after the war, if there was an animus Iâd have to make them related to an actual animus, yk? IF thereâs an animus tho, itâs gonna be Xisuma bc heâs the admin and all that
I could go Grian bc the whole âstate of my soulâ angst rlly fits him but I think Iâm gonna do smth else bcâŠidk I want to do smth else lmao
#This is gonna use the war as kind of a stand-in for third life#It takes place in a town like possibility but I donât know if thatâs exactly what Iâm gonna do#I could make my own town bc thereâs no way that thereâs only like 3 towns ever that arenât the main capital#Astro writes
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Santa can you hear me? I need a wheel chair.
Hey guys. Iâm Enya and I am newly disabled. I have progressive Diabetic Neuropathy and as a result I have trouble walking, standing and general pain. I am crowdfunding for a motorized wheel chair to make day to day movement much more simplistic and less painful.
Iâm pleased to say I have raised $125!! I only need to raise $2475 more and I can order my wheel chair. My goal is to have it in home before December 1st.
Direct Aid
V: Enyasaint
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I am pleading with everyone to please reblog and interact with my posts. I have no social capital on any platform. I cannot raise this alone. I cannot do this alone. I need the community help. Even on X there is a limit you can post and see per day. My reach is VERY limited so I need those who have or know of people with social capital to share my posts for me. Post on my behalf. This is the only way I can reach my goal. Also even if I get +2000 reblogs it does not mean I reached my goal. Please always check my posts or my direct GFM to see where I am at.
#aesthetic#vintage#league of legends#arcane#caitvi#bg3#batman#black and white#books#dc comics#gay#lesbian#marvel#pokemon#sketch#star wars#trans#travel#undertale#writing
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logan howlett x fem!reader
summary: the scent of you is driving logan crazy.
contains: mild 18+ content. MINORS DNI. mentions of masturbation (m&f), a steamy little make out, and implications of future smut
word count: 1.8k
a/n: not me trying to capitalize off the hugh jackman renaissance and revive my dead blogâŠanyways, this is my first time writing for logan! hope you all enjoy <3
i feel like we donât talk enough about loganâs enhanced sense of smell.
the man can catch a whiff of someone the second they walk into the room, even the building sometimes if their scent is strong enough. itâs especially heightened when he realizes heâs attracted to you. at first he thought maybe it was because you were always wearing perfume, the aroma lingering around the mansion wherever you traveled. but then it became such an intense, all encompassing sensation that he knew it was something deeper.
his suspicions are confirmed one night as he walks past your room. if the faint whimpers he heard weren't enough confirmation of your activities, then the scent that fills his nostrils seals the deal.
youâre touching yourself. and he can smell your arousal.
it makes something stir in his stomach. the animal-like urges he always tries so hard to keep at bay threaten to make their way to the surface the longer he stands frozen in the hallway. logan attempts to shake the heat that spreads across his skin as he makes his way back to his own room, but it only ends with him cumming hard into his hand an hour later.
the next day, when he catches you on your way out of charlesâ office, you offer him the same kind, beaming smile you always did. then that damned smell fills his nostrils again and his fists curl at his sides once youâre out of eyesight.
thereâs only one explanation for it.
youâre ovulating.
which means thereâs no escaping his desires unless you stay out of reach.
so for his sake and yours, he decides to just avoid you completely until the week is over. he canât risk caving to those urges and doing something stupid and irrational.
of course youâre completely oblivious to it. you think that heâs just being weird, going through another rut of being a standoffish loner like he was when he first arrived at the mansion. because after about a week, heâs back to being a bit friendlier, to being the logan you had grown to call a close friend.
then the cycle seems to repeat itself and you notice itâs just you heâs avoiding.
you try and wrack your brain to think of anything you couldâve done to warrant this kind of isolation. you hoped if something upset logan he would just talk to you about it instead of playing this childish game of hot and cold.
after a couple months, you decide youâve had enough.
cornering him was a difficult task. but you were observant enough to know certain parts of his routine, including exactly when he would be lingering in the common areas after all the kids had gone to sleep. after two failed attempts of trying to catch him in the kitchen, you finally managed to find him alone and unsuspecting.
âwhy have you been avoiding me?â you blurt, wanting to cut right to the chase. youâre expecting him to flinch a little bit, perhaps even be stunned.
but he knew you were coming. logan knew it was only a matter of time before you noticed his schtick.
still, he decides to look for an excuse, any excuse, to cover up the real reason.
âmânot avoiding youâ he grumbles halfheartedly around the rim of a beer bottle. taking an extra long swig, he finally turns to look at you; leaning against the doorway with your arms folded and a look akin to annoyance plastered across your pretty face.
you cock your head to the side, clearly unimpressed with his answer.
âa few days ago, i watched you back out of a room the minute you realized i was in it,â you start to list off, counting with your fingers. âlast month you avoided the wing where the gym was altogether while i was going through a new training regimen.â
logan winces at the memory. the scent of your pheromones was intoxicating. so much so that he couldnât step foot anywhere near the gym without feeling like he needed to rub one out.
âand the month before that,â you huff out a sad laugh, voice suddenly soft and quiet. âyou didnât even say goodbye before you went off on that mission with scott and jean.â
guilt overtakes him quickly at the pain in your tone.
youâve never looked smaller as you pick at a loose thread on your sweatpants. âdid i do something wrong?â
âno,â logan reassures, jumping out of his seat at record speed, though still trying to maintain some distance. âyou didnât do anything wrong.â
âthen what is it? you sigh exasperatedly, desperate to put an end to this nagging feeling thatâs been eating away at you. âlogan, you know if somethingâs bothering you, you can tell me.â
and he wants to. he so badly wants to, maybe even see if youâll offer to help him out. but youâre you. the sweetest, kindest thing heâs ever known and heâll be damned if he lets his curse of a mutation ruin whatever relationship the two of you have.
but then youâre inching closer and his skin starts buzzing again. his senses are consumed by you. by the way you look up at him with big, wide eyes, the softness of your skin as you reach to place a comforting hand on his forearm. it's all too much, and he finds himself pulling away from you with a grunt.
it hurts to see him retreat from you so aggressively. his jaw is clenched tight, his fists at his sides even tighter as the veins in his arms bulge bigger than youâve ever seen before. he looks pained. like heâs fighting something internally.
âlogan,â you approach him cautiously, unsure of what exactly to do. âwhatâs going on?â
his eyes squeeze shut at the sound of your voice. âjust, please go back to your room.â
âiâm not leaving you like this.â
âmânot asking you,â he grits out, almost like a growl. âiâm telling you. go back to your room.â
now he was starting to piss you off. you narrow your eyes, leaning your hip against the counter.
âor what?â
suddenly heâs crowding your space, chest heaving up and down as he stares at you with pupils so wide his eyes are nearly black. loganâs voice is scarily level when he utters his final warning.
âor iâm gonna do something i regret.â
when you shift closer to him, his nose twitches with a sniff. the raise of your brow doesnât go unnoticed, and he knows that youâre not leaving this room until you get to the bottom of what heâs been hiding.
thatâs when something inside logan decides to throw caution to the wind, just for a minute.
âi can smell you.â
curiosity morphs into confusion at his admission. you shake your head.
âi donât understand.â
then, the manâs gaze travels to the waistband of your pajama pants, the tension in his jaw growing more taught by the second. his hands flex at his sides, trying to keep him grounded and calm as he finally admits whatâs been driving him mad.
âi can smell you.â
the emphasis on the last word takes a minute to register. logan watches as the gears turn behind your eyes, catches the exact moment of realization as your gaze softens and your lips part.
oh.
oh.
slowly things start to piece together. how loganâs behavior seemed to fall around the same time these past couple months. a few weeks before your cycle.
he wasnât avoiding you because he was angry, or upset. he was avoiding you because you were fucking ovulating.
logan expects you to flee, to be completely weirded out and steer clear of him for the foreseeable future. what heâs not expecting, is the words that come out of your mouth.
âi can help you with that if you want.â
you say it with such nonchalance, such casualness that he wonders if youâre even really grasping what youâve said.
the wolverine shakes his head. âtrust me, you donât want this.â
he doesnât quite believe his own words as he watches you close the distance between your bodies. something youâve been desperate to do for as long as you can remember.
the thin fabric of his tank top and the soft cotton of your t-shirt is the only thing standing between you both. your chests are mere centimeters from touching and logan can feel the heat radiating from your bodies as his confession hangs heavy in the air. then that fucking smell comes back tenfold and he groans.
âyou donât get to make that choice for me,â your voice is sickly sweet, dripping with desire as your fingers ghost over the waistband of his jeans. he feels like a horny teenager as he preens at the barely there contact.
logan breathes your name, a last stitch effort to get you to run, though he knows itâs futile. if thereâs one thing he knows about you, itâs that you're stubborn. unmoving in your ways.
and that when you want something, you donât stop until you get it.
your hand comes up to cradle the side of his face, a rather gentle touch he wasnât anticipating. his eyes flutter shut as you swipe your thumb over the expanse of his cheekbone.
your words are barely above a whisper. âi trust you, logan. completely.â
thatâs all he needs to hear before he throws any sense of self control out the window.
he surges forward and captures your lips in what is possibly the most heated kiss youâve ever experienced. you nearly stumble over at the sheer force of it. loganâs large hands fly to your waist, yours to the back of his neck as his tongue prods for entrance into your mouth. itâs messy, almost primal as you let him ravish you like heâs been thinking about for weeks.
you moan and he swallows the sound greedily, desperate to hear it again, and again, and again. when his lips move to press against the column of your throat, you know this is going to escalate into exactly what you hoped it would.
âlogan,â you breathe out as he focuses on your pulse point, his hands wandering further south to knead at the globes of your ass. ânot here.â
âwhy not?â he mutters, all smirky and smug as he continues to press wet hot kisses against your neck.
âbecause i would prefer if you didnât fuck me where our friends eat.â
he laughs, a deep vibration felt against your chest as you absentmindedly grind your core against his. it makes him bring his mouth back up to yours, stealing one final kiss before he pulls away.
looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. and by god you might just let him.
pressing a playful smack against your backside, he gently nudges you in the direction of the corridor.
âlead the way sugar.â
thanks for reading! <3
#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett smut#wolverine x reader#logan howlett#wolverine smut#wolverine#deadpool and wolverine#hugh jackman#x men#the wolverine
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It's called Fully Automated Luxury Communism, and while it's somethin' of an internet meme, it's also a very real idea that would actually work. See, in Marx's day there was more scarcity. The industrial revolution was just gettin' goin', an' they didn't have the kind a' tech we have. Communist countries like the USSR and China really struggled with scarcity an' gettin' the people what they need.
But nowadays, we got the tech. GMOs an' modern agricultural techniques increase food yields tremendously. A national power grid could provide ridiculously cheap electricity with entirely green tech. Nationalized internet could be blazingly fast and, again, ridiculously cheap. There are enough houses in the US currently to house everyone. Single payer healthcare would drive prices down an' provide fer everyone. Clothing production can be mostly automated and made very cheap, even when those workers who are required are paid well. Education infrastructure is already in place, it just needs to be funded. Transport infrastructure would take some doing, with cities rebuilt to favor public transportation and walkability, but it's quite possible with existing tech.
No further technological advancements are required to do all this now. We ain't quite at a point where we can be post-scarcity on everythin', but we can be post-scarcity on all necessities with only about ten years of infrastructure work an' current technology.
Only the greed an' evil of capitalists stands in our way. So the way I see it, that makes capitalists culpable fer every single person who dies because they lack those basic necessities. We live in a society run by murderers. An' its time we changed that.
#comics#dc comics#superhero#kilowog#sue dibny#justice league#communism#fully automated luxury gay space communism#fully automated luxury communism#We don't have to give up any standard of living to save the planet#We can save the environment and improve our standard of living at the same time#Only capitalism stands in our way#one way out
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third times the charm
pairing: tyler owens x f!reader
word count: 3.8k
summary: life has a funny way of putting people in your path, and ultimately making them part of your life. but what happens when the one person you never want to see stumbles in over and over again, a disastrous tornado tearing up your path of moving on?
aka: the two times tyler owens enters and, consequently, leaves, your life at the wrong time, and the one time he comes at the perfect moment and finally stays.
warnings: reader is described in a feminine manner; why are we ignoring his bull rider trope? cause i'm not babes xx; angsty mainly, but fluff too; lovers to enemies back to lovers (sorry); this author knows nothing about tornadoes or weather so sorry
shoutout to megan moroney and her banger new album where this title and idea come from :)
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"What do you mean you're leaving?!"
Tyler shuts the tailgate of his red pick-up with a loud slam, the cowboy hat on his head nearly flying off with the force. Y/N stood just a few feet away, her arms crossed over her torso as her chest heaved in short, shaking breaths. The sunlight hits her just right, and the gold chain around her neck glimmers in the sunlight. It catches Tyler's attention from the corner of his eye-it had been burned into his mind from the moment he'd bought it with a chunk of his earnings from last year's rodeo. The chain was delicate, simple, but the charm had been the main appeal: it was gold, the same shade as the chain, but in the center of the small heart shaped pendant sat a capital 'T'. She'd worn it since he'd given it to her for a birthday present, and it had been the center piece of even their most intimate moments-her bare beneath him with only the glittering jewelry adorning her as he had her unraveling under his touch. Even the thought of it had heat traveling up Tyler's neck, and he swallowed down the feeling, along with all of the guilt bubbling to the surface.
"I'm leavin', simple as that."
"Ty, I-I don't understand. You get bucked off one time and you're giving up?! You've been riding since we were kids, I-"
He turns to her, emerald eyes blazing with an emotion he couldn't put a label on.
"I didn't just get 'bucked off', I almost got my head trampled in case you forgot!" His voice is laced with anger. He's not angry with her, he's angry with himself. After a series of unfortunate injuries in last month's local rodeo, Tyler knew he couldn't ride again, it would kill him. He'd spent the last few weeks in physical therapy and doctor's offices just to make sure the damn bull hadn't left behind more than scars.
It was better this way, he could leave his town behind, and forget about the deep, gut-twisting feeling of failure that sat like acid in his stomach. But leaving his hometown also meant leaving her.
Tyler had fallen for Y/N their junior year of high school, and they'd rarely been seen without one another ever since then. She was sweet and shy to his brash and confident, his biggest supporter-always sitting in the stands for all of his rides-whether he was the talk of the town or stumbling home, his shotgun rider, and the girl who wore his heart (literally and figuratively) on a chain around her neck. Looking at her now, with tears lining under her gorgeous eyes, he wanted to just forget all of his plans and pull her into his arms. He wanted to reassure her that he'd stay here, that he'd give her the life that he'd promised her-apple pie and babies, the perfect picket-fence life she deserved.
"Tyler, you-you can't be serious! W-What about your parents, your plans, hell, Tyler, what about me?!" Her shoulders now moved as she let out shuddering breaths, eyebrows furrowed as she grew frustrated. "Tyler Owens you promised me, you promised me a farmhouse, and a wrap-around porch, a-and babies! And now you're just gonna take off to God-knows-where to what? Storm chase?"
She stops and lets out a dry chuckle. She'd been 'chasing' with him before, vivid memories of him scaring her shitless chasing tornadoes in his truck, only to 'apologize' to her by making love in the backseat after the storm had passed. Through their time together, she, too, had grown to love the storms. Y/N took her camera into the storms with them, more than ready to capture the freakishly beautiful moments of pure disaster before it struck. She'd stand in the pouring rain next to him, laughing as wind whipped hair around her face. He'd snap a picture of her with her own camera that she'd set aside and she'd roll her eyes. They'd been happy, bonded by a mutual love of mother nature's chaos and one another. Now, she turns her back to face him, shaking her head as her bottom lip trembles.
"Ya know, I should've listened to everyone who told me to stay away from you in high school, that you'd just hurt me. I didn't believe them, not one bit, because I know you. You're running because you're scared. You don't have to run, Ty. You've never run from your fears, for God's sake you ride them! What the hell are you thinking?!"
Tears stream down her face, and Tyler feels his resolve slipping. He hadn't thought it through, not really, and now as she stands in front of him, he realizes he's only hurting her more and more. He needed an out, he needed to skip town, no matter who it hurt.
"I'm thinking that I'm a fuckin' failure at everything, no matter what I try! The only thing I'm good at is storms, chasin' them, getting close enough to see something! I fail at everything, Y/N/N, and if I stay, I'll just fail you, too. Over and over."
"Tyler, you've never failed me," she brings her hands to either side of his face, her thumb brushing a cut that still hadn't scarred over from his fall. Her eyes were blurry and her hands trembled. "Please, stay." Her voice was hardly a whisper, pleading desperately.
"You know I can't."
She nodded solemnly, wiping tears so she could take a final look into his eyes. She gave no warning when she launched her arms around his neck, all but hanging onto him like a child. He hugged her tighter than he ever had, and when she let go, he placed a final heated goodbye kiss on her lips. Y/N looks at him, her brain screaming pleas to make him stay, but she simply kisses his cheek before speaking.
"C-call me when you get there?"
He takes one last glance at her, taking her in completely, as if trying to memorize her. His eyes land on the jewelry adorning the spot just below her collarbone, the gold shining in the sunset, knowing he'd never see it on her again-if he ever even saw her again.
"You'll be the first person I call, baby."
Y/N's call never came.
She spent the summer miserable, but refused to take off the gold chain she hid under shirts. It burned her skin in a metaphorical sense, but she ignored it, just like the heartbreak that had festered into deep resentment for Tyler Owens. She'd decided to take off to the local university for a clean start, somewhere new, somewhere his ghost wouldn't haunt her. Things had begun to look up, and she found herself smiling again. The morning before her first day of classes, she almost took the chain off, but couldn't bring herself to do so.
When she spotted his tall figure sitting a row ahead of her in her Intro to Meteorology class, she pretended not to know who he was. It was only fair, he'd done the same to her. For a reason that neither of them could vocalize, they begin to hate one another. Without knowing it, Tyler had become the storm that had sparked her into chasing after danger forever, the one that had left destruction so fatal she wasn't sure if she'd ever recover.
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ii.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Y/N rolls her eyes and nearly throws her laptop across her dorm room when she looks down at her field partner pairing. The name in bold stares back at her like some sick joke.
Tyler Owens.
She shuts her laptop with a force that could shatter glass and slams her face into her pillow to let out a scream that could have easily been heard four counties over. The universe had to hate her.
With one glance at her watch, she hops from her bed and packs her duffel, her camera slung around her other shoulder. After silently praying that this storm takes her away in one quick swoop, she opens the door to her room and stumbles down the stairs to the lobby, where he was waiting for her outside the double doors. She can already feel her skin flaming with anger when she catches sight of his towering frame, baseball cap thrown backwards over his head.
"'Bout fuckin' time sweetheart, thought the storm would pass before we even got out there!"
"Oh, kiss my ass, Owens."
She rolls her eyes and climbs into the red truck she had once been a permanent fixture in, feeling almost like nothing had changed since the last time she'd crawled into the passenger side. She had half a mind to let down the driver's side visor to see if her picture still sat inside it, but Tyler climbs in the second she thinks about it. The half hour drive is uncomfortable, silent, and laced with tension so thick both halves of the couple begin to wonder if the air supply is getting thin. But as the storm approaches, both of their eyes are locked on the massive twisting figure just ahead of them. Y/N reaches for her camera, focusing the lens as best as she can through the windshield of the truck. She sighs when the view is less than satisfactory. Without much thought, she begins to move the window crank on the door to let down the window.
"What the hell are you doin'?" Tyler's voice breaks their silence.
"What does it look like, Owens? Getting a better shot." Her body hangs halfway out the window, camera leaning out the window as she moves the lens and clicks.
"Get your ass in the truck, I'm not payin' your hospital bills when you fall out and I run over you."
She rolls her eyes and ignores him, almost her entire body hanging out the window.
"Okay, okay, get in the truck, I'll get you closer, Jesus."
She pulls herself back into the truck and rolls the window back up as Tyler moves forward down the muddy path, closer to the storm now building ahead. The wind and rain grow more intense, shaking even the bulky vehicle that could easily withstand even the most treacherous of conditions. The spiraling tunnel only moves at a more pummeling speed, and Y/N's sharp shout fills the air.
"Stop the truck!"
He hits the brake and before the truck even stops, Y/N's rolling out of the passenger side, camera raised as she captures a monster of a storm. Tyler finds himself silent, momentarily distracted-her hair blowing with the force of the wind, the smile drawn across her face, and the long sleeve button down she'd been wearing was slipping down her shoulders, exposing her tank top and-wait-he raises an eyebrow, his heart stopping. Against her neck sat a gold chain he knew too well. It stops him completely in his tracks, shocked that she still wore his initial around her neck. The sound of a roaring train pulls him from his thoughts and sends him leaning out his own door.
"Y/N," he's shouting over the loud winds. "GET YOUR ASS IN THE TRUCK!"
The barrel of wind only gets closer, the fierceness of wind making Tyler's heart race. The girl outside his truck, however, only smiles wider, raising her camera for another shot of the approaching storm.
"I'M FINE, TYLER. WIND'S NOT EVEN THAT BAD!"
Tyler huffs as his voice, raspy from yelling, shouts again.
"THAT WASN'T A REQUEST, SWEETHEART. GET YOUR ASS IN THIS TRUCK!"
She ignores his shouts, only squinting her eyes at the horizon as the wind picks up another notch, making the shirt now halfway down on her arms blow like a flag in the wind. Tyler gives her a minute to comply, hoping this was just a momentary phase of her being stubborn. After five minutes, Tyler cursed and stomped out of the truck over to her. He says nothing, picking her up over his shoulder.
"TYLER! WHAT THE FUCK?! PUT ME DOWN, ASSHOLE!"
He doesn't give in to her retorts, simply swinging her door open and shoving her into the passenger seat. He gets into his driver's side and slings his arm on her headrest, turning to back the truck around.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you have some sort of sick kink where you get off on ruining my life? I had a perfect shot, it-"
"You had a perfect shot of getting sucked into a tornado is what you had, Y/N. You're gonna get yourself killed gettin' that fuckin' close!"
"Like you would care." Her voice isn't even a mumble, and Tyler hardly hears her over the sounds of the storm.
It sends a jab of pain through his heart he doesn't expect, and instead of saying anything, he lets her stew in anger in his passenger seat. When he drops her off at her dorm, she agrees to email him her half of the project, and a week later he receives it.
He opens the email to find exactly what he imagines, the most spectacular shots of a storm he's ever seen. After the report and photos are submitted, the two never speak to one another again. They both graduate under the same Arkansas sun, but lead different lives in the same area of the country. Y/N swears she sees his truck pass her every time she goes out to shoot, and he sees her in every girl that stands in a field with a camera.
Y/N would never admit that she has a burner account subscribed to his livestreams, or that she laughed and smiled as she watched him hoop and holler with his ragtag group of friends, memories of the chases they once went on filling her mind more fondly than painfully these days. And if she had one of the red and white shirts with his stupid cartoon face plastered against it, well, no one would ever know.
When Boone and the rest of his crew would stop for food and rest breaks, if Tyler saw her name plastered in a newspaper or magazine, he'd put it on the counter next to his plethora of snacks. He'd never admit he'd cut her articles out of them and kept them in a small scrapbook that lived in his glovebox, right next to the picture of her that once lived in his visor-only because a magazine cut-out clip of her lived there now, her smiling with a massive twin barrel storm behind her, the gold chain peeking from the shirt was wearing.
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iii.
"Ty, man, this one's a beaut! She's unreal!"
Boone's voice filled Tyler's ears from the passenger seat, but as Tyler looked out at the horizon, his attention was far from the brunette that sat next to him. He saw her car before he saw her-the same rink-dink, decked out, black Subaru she'd had in college, meaning she was here on her own, not for business.
His green eyes darted to the field across from where it was parked, spotting her instantly as she stood in the tall grass, hair blowing as she brought her camera to her face, crouching down to get the perfect shot. She shook her head when she pulled back from it, enjoying the sight in front of her.
Tyler puts the truck in park and all but barrels out of the door, his boots taking him towards her, but not nearly fast enough.
"Jesus, who's that? And why's she got Ty all in a tizzy?" Boone leans over to Lilly, who gives him an incredulous look.
"That's Y/N Y/L/N, she's a storm photographer, apparently he's got some fan girl crush on her or somethin', he keeps her work in a binder."
"Holy shit! Tyler knows the Y/N Y/L/N?"
Tyler would've blushed and denied Lilly's statement vehemently, but he was too far away to hear. Instead, the whipping winds and the sound of Y/N's delightful laughter filled his ears.
"She's a beaut, huh?" Tyler's voice carries over the noise, falling on Y/N's ears. She takes a breath and turns to face him for the first time in years. She nods slowly.
"Yeah, she's gorgeous. Got some great shots."
Her throat feels dry as his eyes peer down at her. She finally braves a look up at him.
"Um, I'm not studying it or anything, just bored, really. I'll let you and your crew have her."
She gives him a small smile, but he notes it's genuine as she caps the lens on her camera.
"It was good to see you, Ty. Good luck."
"Y/N, wait. I-I need to ask you somethin'."
She pauses her steps, turning back to face the man in front of her. For a split second, he looks just like the younger version that had left her all those years ago-the hat, the belt buckle, but none of that same all consuming fear.
"Sure, go ahead."
"Why do you still wear it? I saw you, that time in college, and when you did that shoot outside of Kansas City, the picture they published of you, it-you can see it real clear."
Y/N stills, pushing back hair that's blowing in the wind as she looks at him. She could say a multitude of things-how she wore it because she'd gotten so used to always wearing it. That she wore it because she wanted to hold onto him the only way she could. She could lie and say that she used it as a good luck charm. None of them would be the truth, and she was sick of lying to him, so she simply told the truth.
"Well, all the best chasers, they carry their first storm with them, right?"
She pauses, realizing how vague that was.
"What I mean is, without you taking me through my first storm I never would've done this. I was terrified of them, and you and that stupid red truck of yours showed me how beautiful they can be, and now I capture their beauty for a living. I never would've had any of this without you, so-"
She shrugs, giving him a small chuckle. The silence suffocates as he looks at her.
"Tyler listen-"
"If you're gonna apologize, don't. I'm the one that should apologize, I left you all those years ago. That was real shitty of me, and I didn't give you a warnin' or a reason why. So, I'm sorry, for all of it."
She nods, giving him a smile. The quiet floods between them again, and she pushes back her hair again before she speaks.
"I-I watch your videos, y-your livestreams. You're still crazy, but it reminds me of when we used to chase, and you'd scare me to death, and then you'd, uh, 'apologize' for it and, sometimes it's like I'm there with you."
He laughs with her.
"I-I've got every newspaper and magazine clippin' you've ever been in. You're pictures they're-breathtakin', it feels like you're standin' in the field right there next to you. I guess that's just because I used to be and memories, ya know?"
She nodded, giving him a sweet smile, one that sends his heart racing. They both turn their attention to the horizon where the storm seems relatively calm, at least by their standards.
"Uh, Y/N? I'm sorry, I promised you somethin' all those years ago, and I never made good on it. I think about that a lot, and-just-I'm sorry."
"I forgave you a long time ago, Ty, we were kids." She pauses, tilting her head as she looks at the storm brewing. "Besides, I don't think I'm cut out for that life anymore, I like life on the road. I mean, where else do you get moments like this? The storms back home are wonders, but nothing like this."
"I agree with you there," he chuckles. His heart pounds, and the words slip out of his mouth before he can stop them. "I miss you though."
She cuts her eyes to his own, as if waiting for him to explain himself.
"You were my original chasin' partner, ya know? Plus, when things got scary, you never flinched, not really. This reporter I've got now? God help us all, can't stand much more than a strong wind."
Y/N laughs loudly before she shakes her head.
"Well, you might be in luck. I hate working for that magazine, I really, really do." She turns to face him, camera pulled close to her chest. "The Tornado Wranglers hiring? I'm looking for a job. I have a portfolio if you need it, references too."
Her statement is laced with sarcasm.
Tyler finds himself laughing now, a wide smile plastered across his face.
"I'm familiar with your work, have it on good graces that you're just what we're lookin' for. Lucky for you, we've always got room for one more, that is, if you'll have us. I gotta warn you, those over there are a handful."
"If they're anything like you, I'm likely to fall in love with them instantly."
Y/N doesn't register the words stumbling out of her mouth until they'd already filled the air between them. Without a word, Tyler grabs her hand, pulling her in closer than people who have a history like theirs should. His calloused fingers reach out to the gold pendant lying on her neck, moving it back and forth between its fingers. It had withstood their time apart-it was scratched and a little weather-worn, but, then again, so were they.
"The clasp broke about a year ago, the rest is all original. Pure gold, willing to sell it for a good offer. The guy at the pawn tried to undersell me, I know what I've got."
Tyler's chest warms, that sarcastic, witty humor he'd missed back in full force.
"Do you take alternate forms of payment?" He pulls her in by her waist with a cocky grin.
"Depends, Owens, what did you have in mind?"
He cocks his eyebrow, giving her a sort of contemplative look as his hands rest on the small of her back, hers around his neck.
"Well, I still owe you about-," He lifts his hand from around her and pretends to count on his fingers. "A billion apologies, we could chase this stunner of a storm, drop these characters back off at the motel, find us an empty field, and I could apologize like I used to...maybe?"
She shakes her head and pulls him in for a heated kiss. They're both smiling so hard its hardly a kiss, but the feelings are there.
"You've got yourself a deal, but I'm keeping the necklace."
"Wouldn't have it any other way, baby." He kisses her head, pulling her back towards his group of friends, who were now whistling at the pair, obviously catching the interaction. "Fair warning, after he finds out just who you are, Boone's likely to fall in love with you."
She raises her eyebrow, pulling away and heading towards the motley crew ahead of her.
"Guess you'll just have to chase me next."
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just like going through the members of my family and my friend groups one by one, i can't think a single damn person i know who does not have a disability. ARFID. Autism. Metal rod in the spine. Arthritis. Cancer in remission. Long-term effects of repeated concussions. Bad back. Exhaustion. Crohn's. EDS. More Autism and ADHD. Migraines. Periods that lay them out for a week. Chronic depression. Alcoholism. Bipolar. Cataracts.
I do not know a single person who is not disabled, typically in multiple ways, and we all face increased disability as a natural consequence of aging. Literally every person on the planet becomes disabled on a long enough timeline. Yet we still talk about disability and organize around it as if it isn't social, economic, and contextual. people treat disability as an innate quality that some people have and some people do not have, and as if there is some large class of intrinsically abled people who are benefiting under capitalism and are withholding the fruits of their abilities from us or something.
i saw this post on twitter months ago that was like "I need people to understand that if you are in a relationship with a disabled person you are going to have to do more than them. you're not disabled and so you're going to have to do more of the work (around the house, logisticially, etc). that is what you owe them as an abled person."
and it just baffled me. because i have only ever seen disabled people in relationships with other disabled people, caring for one another in a stitched-together, messy web of interdependence and missed deadlines and dirty dishes and acceptance and love, not because disabled people are ontologically more generous than non-disabled people but because non-disabled people don't even actually exist.
the mythological abled person who can work a full time job, keep a clean home, do all the dishes, buy all the groceries, cook all the meals, run all the errands, stay on top of all the bills, carry everything, dash up the stairs, stand on their feet for hours, and have boundless energy without any mental consequences to that does not exist. it's an ideal created to oppress us all. it is an impossible standard the reification of which disables us all.
there is no one on this planet who is not disabled under capitalism and colonialism. there are only people who lack the class consciousness to recognize that they're disabled.
it's gonna have to be us taking care of one another. it's going to be the disabled caring for the disabled. it always will be that. that is the human condition.
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âI ate paint once,â Danny nonchalantly threw out in the middle of game night.
The entire table stopped. Heads whipped towards Danny.
âYeah, me too. Cardamom yellow was my favorite. Ugly as hell but the chemicals just tasted right.â Tim replied, using the distraction to nab some of Bruceâs money. Monopoly money, that is. Everyoneâs heads snapped towards Tim, only Cass and Danny (who was part of the scheme) caught him cheating.
âReally? I think mine was those spray can blue cosmos paint. But that might have been more my thing for space than the actual taste.â
âWHY WERE YOU EATING PAINT?!â Dick asked, looking like he wanted to lunge over the table and shake Danny until he puked out paint. Bruce looked like he was about to have a heart attack.
âYeah, what the fuck, Tim?â Jason snickered.
âIn my defense,â Danny grinned. âI was left unsupervised. Also, Steph, you owe me $24 in rent.â
âUgh! Iâm almost out of money! Canât you loan me some, Alfred?â
âI am sorry, Miss Stephanie, you are not qualified for another loan. In fact, one of your properties is about to be confiscated as per the collateral agreement.â
âNoooo!â Stephanie made dramatic dying noises.
âWhat was your excuse, Timothy?â Damian asked, eyes glued to the board and determined to win the game.
âHey, I was probably less supervised than Danny was.â
âYeah,â Danny perked up. âMy parents brought us down to their lab all of the time. Taught us a lot of stuff.â
âReally? Like what?â Duke asked, casually slapping away Timâs sneaky hands.
âOh, like what a rocket launcher sounded like up close! And how to build a laser gun! Oh! And what human organs looked like when theyâre fresh!â Danny chirped, collecting his money from a stunned Stephanieâs hands. He looked up.
âOh, donât worry! I at least learned what not to do when it comes to lab safety. And we wore hazmat suits to protect ourselves from the radiation.â Danny smiled in a ditzy fashion as the table fell silent in a horrified manner. Cass tapped his arm amusedly, but allowed his bullshit to stand. After all, itâs not like he lied.
âRadiation?â Duckâs voice raised a couple of octaves. Oh yeah, Dannyâs going to laugh about that pitch for a long while.
âOrgans?!â Jasonâs hands closed around the plastic house he was holding rather forcefully.
âDo you even know what basic lab safety practices are, Danny?â Damian demanded, finally looking up with brows furrowed. He rolled the dice and grabbed a mystery card. He gets $100 from Alfred.
âHow old were you??â Duke asked.
âLike⊠8, when they first brought me in?â
âEight.â Bruce rumbled, slipping into a more Batman like persona. When Danny sent him a confused look, Bruce straightened back into his Bruce persona. âWow, they must have trusted you a lot!â
âSure?â
âWhat were their names again?â Stephanie asked sweetly, Cass nodding at him.
âJack and Maddie Fenton.â Not that theyâll find them here, considering his parents are dead and in another universe.
âCool, cool, cool!â Stephanie blinked, beaming as her hands formed lethal fists underneath the table.
Danny blinked and tilted his head in an unassuming way, pretending like he had no idea what Stephanie was thinking of. He sneakily handed over $600 to Cass in order to complete his monopoly on his side of the board.
Danny stood up and spread his hands out, one hand clutching his new found victory.
"Well, lady and gents, you've all been floundering against the inevitable tide of capitalism. I am here, as a reminder that you can never win against the hopelessness that will be your financial ruin! I, Danny Fenton, have obtained a quarter of the board and therefore have won against even your best efforts!" He cackled, holding up his fan of properties triumphantly. He shot a mischievous grin at Cass, who held up a solemn thumbs up in support for his monetary takeover.
"... Danny, are you... planning on a career in villainy?" Bruce asked, after a brief and total wave of shocked silence. Damian looked like he was having a conniption at having been bested, unknowingly. Yeah, Danny was disarming like that.
"Yeah, that was concerning." Tim piped up, nabbing a ten from a shell-shocked Damian.
"Hey! The Riddler gives surprisingly good monologues! And he's really loud, so it's hard not to pick up on things. Duke, your turn." Danny sat back down, pouting. The villainy comment was a little too close to his fears.
"Damn it." Duke, who had rolled, landed smack middle of Danny's territory. He handed over a sheaf of bills to a grinning Danny.
"Wait a minute! You have cheated!" Damian bolted upwards from his seat, finally done running through the purchases he remembered Danny making. "You acquired that property not within the games' rules!"
"Okay, first of all, the rule book is a suggestion, like lab safety rules," Danny saw the others open their mouths to protest, but he quickly shut it down. "Second, there's totally no rules about selling and buying places from a private owner so suck on it. And thirdly? Cass sold it to me, so you all can take it up with her."
"Diabolical!" Damian muttered indignantly.
"... Dammit." Dick sighed, falling back into the chair and balancing on its two legs. He couldn't say anything, considering his current of bankruptcy.
"Danny. Danny, I'll buy a property from you." Jason said, eyeing one of Danny's other properties near his own cluster.
"What do you have that would interest me?" Danny asked, falling back into his Vlad-like imitation.
"Ew, don't do that," Steph reached over to jab him in the arm.
"Yeah, Jason, what do you have?" Duke said, the lovely subtle instigator that he is.
"Red Hood's signature."
The others blue-screen, gaping at the actual audacity Jason had to offer up something that would take him no effort. Danny, prepared with a poker face that came with lying straight to Jazz's ever perceptive eyes about whether he nabbed the last of her ice cream or not, was prepared.
"Red Hood? The condom guy working out of the... um. Upper East Side?" Danny asked, pretending to hesitate. He knows where Jason operated. That doesn't mean he couldn't simply pretend otherwise. For science, of course.
...
...
...
The table howled with laughter, Jason's indignant spluttering unable to say anything against Danny's wide eyed look of innocence. Cass leaned against the table, chuckles falling out of her mouth and eyes crinkled in mirth. Dick had fallen out of his chair, helplessly wheezing on the floor. Duke is hiding his face in his hands, mirroring Bruce's pose as they both shake from silent laughter. Damian is smirking, wicked and sharp as he smugly stared at Jason. Stephanie and Tim are leaning against each other, repeating "the CONDOM GUY" in alternating and increasingly louder voices. Alfred had a smile on his face and a tight grip on the bills in front of him that betrayed his amusement.
"He's a crime lord!" Jason exclaimed, indignant.
"Uh, okay. Well, I mean, why would I want a crime lord's signature? I don't want to be on his radar. Or echolocation or whatever. He's... a Bat, right? That's what you guys call that group, yeah?"
"How do you know the Rogues better than the vigilantes?!" Jason glared at his unhelpful family. Those assholes better prepare for a load of rubber bullets the next time they're on patrol near Crime Alley.
"Hey, it's not my fault the vigilantes here are unsociable. Maybe if they monologued more, I'd know who they are."
"Wouldn't- wouldn't that make them more villain like?" Tim asked, stuttering from his laughter.
"I dunno?" Danny replied, enjoying his the family's unabashed joy. "I mean, they're pretty legit and they help people already so I guess they don't need to be sociable... but still I swear I haven't heard anything about Batman other than that he grunts and is mean towards criminals."
Is mean towards criminals, Duke mouthed at a recovering Dick who was in the process of heaving himself back up. It sent him careening back down to the floor with restrained giggles. Cass tapped Danny, reminding him to eat some food.
"Tt. Of course not. They're efficient at their jobs and have no need to be seen as welcoming to criminals." Damian puffed up.
"Yeah, but they've gotta feel safe, right?" Danny shrugged as he plucked a cookie from the cookie platter. "The... one with the sword, what was it?"
"Robin." Damian supplied, eyes narrowed and trained on him.
"Yeah, the baby bird. The kids think his swords are cool so they trust him. But like, the others? The flippy blue one? Not so much."
"Wait," Dick said from the floor. "They don't trust Nightwing?"
"Nah, they trust him to protect them, but he has a history of bringing the kids to the police, you know?"
"What's wrong with that?"
Danny shrugged. "ACAB. But also because everybody knows that half the guys in the GCPD and CPS are child traffickers."
"Wait, what?" Jason and Tim straightened.
Bruce piped in, the emotional whiplash of amusement to concern to amusement to concern visibly making itself known on the man's baffled face. "I thought Batman and Commissioner Gordon took care of that?"
"Sure, the obvious ones." Danny hesitated. Well, he's pretty sure they think he's a meta so... "There's... a meta trafficking ring that they're a part of. That's. That's kind of what I was running from."
Danny looked up pleadingly. Cass placed a hand on his arm in comfort, not knowing that he was fibbing about running from them.
Danny was on the streets helping his own Alley metas to run from them.
Danny is as feral as she was, and that meant he could hide just as much as she could read off of him. Cass was the best and he felt kind of bad about lying to her, successfully or not.
"Uh. Some people said you know Batman, Bruce. I know- uh, that might not be the case but if you do, could you ask him to look into it?" Danny made his eyes tear up. "And maybe he wouldn't care about me much, I mean, I know he doesn't really like metas but if he helps out, I could totally like, leave the city once the kids are safe, promise."
Ooh, Danny put a little too much sincerity into that. He could practically hear the hearts breaking in the game room as everyone glared at Bruce.
"You won't have to leave."
"... Promise?" And Danny's voice was a little too desperate, too hopeful, because Bruce's eyes tugged down in sadness.
"Promise." He rumbled, all Bruce Wayne and all Batman. Danny's core warmed. Danny also saw the rest of the family's faces darken in pure agreement. And partial wrath.
"Yeah! We'll kick Batman's ass if he even thought about kicking you out!" Stephanie proclaimed.
"He's far more proficient in combat than you are, Brown." Damian immediately leapt to Batman's defense and that was that.
Well, later, as Danny was "sleeping" and Phantom was hovering in the cave, invisible and intangible, he got confirmation that his Alley meta kids were going to be safe, soon.
After all, the entire Batclan was suiting up and baying for blood, with Oracle's all encompassing presence behind them, fingers reaching for their enemies' weak points.
#batman#danny phantom#dc x dp#jason todd#bruce wayne#tim drake#dick grayson#red hood#nightwing#red robin#duke thomas#the signal#damian wayne#robin#stephanie brown#the spoiler#cassandra cain#black bat#oracle#barbara gordon#bamf danny phantom#danny phantom playing victim but he's an unreliable narrator#and was totally marked for trafficking before brucie wayne picked him up#danny trauma dumping on family game night#lab safety? danny doesn't know her#danny experiencing familial affection: who me??#danny winning monopoly like a capitalist villain that Sam unknowingly told him how to be via her rants#danny ate paint as an experiment#I'd like it to go on record that've I have never eaten paint
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Thinking horny thoughts about Minotaurs so hereâs a lazy Drabble
Cw: m/f, breeding kink
Male!minotaur god of agricultural x Female!human offering
your villages crops are failing. If it continues there wonât be enough to store for winter. In the face of a grueling winter and the real possibility of starvation, the villagers turn to the god of agriculture. They choose you as the offering. They lathering you in sweet smelling oils and dress you in the finest scarlet dress the village possesses. Gold necklaces are clasped around your neck, silver bracelets slipped onto your wrists. A crown of wildflowers rested on your brow.
Youâre paraded through the village while neighbors, family, and friends gather on the streets chanting prayers and singing hymns to catch the Godâs attention.
Youâre left standing alone in a barren field One of the many your village had tried and failed to cultivate. The light of the full moon bathing you in its silvery light.
It doesnât take long before Heâs towering over you. He was magnificent.
âDo you know what this ritual entails?â
What do you say to a God? How do you say it? So you donât answer. At least, not with words. Without looking away from the God before you, you lower yourself to the ground. Dress pooled around your waist, you spread your thighs and bear your sex to His hungry eyes.
He spends hours between your legs. Alternating between opening you up on his thick fingers and dragging his large, hot tongue along the seam of your cunt. He pushes you to the edge of ecstasy, only to reel you back in.
Your thighs are slick with the proof of your need. You feel wetness steadily leak from your cunt onto your ass. He slides his hips in between your thighs, the blunt head of his cock teasing your slick entrance.
âYouâre ready. Know that if we do this I will spill inside. My seed will take and you will become pregnant. Do you understand?â
You nod. God, you understood. You wanted it more than you wanted anything else.
âSay it.â
âI want it, please. I-I need it. I need it so bad,â you sobbed, frustrated tears streaming down your cheeks. He had spent so long teasing you, youâd absolutely die without release. You nearly screamed in relief when He began slowly fucking into you. He was so thick. Even with all the preparation you felt every inch of Him splitting you open.
âSuch a greedy cunt you have,â He grunted, âtaking me so well. Begging for my cock so prettily. Iâll give it to you. Give you anything. Everything.â
It doesnât take long before you felt an orgasm rip itâs way through you. Your vision blacks out as a wrecked scream tore from your throat. You felt his cock pulse, spilling hot seed into your starved cunt.
When you finally came back to your body you noticed that the once barren field was now filled with healthy vegetation.
âYour village will one day be the capital of a mighty and prosperous kingdom. Our childrenâs children will sit at itâs head and one day pass their crown to the heads of their children. But that is a conversation for later,â he pulled you close, enveloping you in a strong embrace, ânow, we rest.â
#monster x human#monster lover#exophelia#minotaur#n/s/f/w#monster fucker#I have a whole pantheon of monster gods living in my head#terato#teratophillia#m/f
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Me, You, and Baby, Too
Summary: You and Joel have always wanted kids, but didn't want to rush into having them until you both were ready. After a surprise at his job, Joel realizes there's nothing more he wants to do than put a baby in you as soon as he gets home.
Pairing: Husband!Joel Miller x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 4.1K
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (it's baby making time, so hush), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, big ole fat and nasty breeding kink (.... don't look at me it's bad), creampie, cum play, talks of starting a family, calling Joel "Daddy" (in the sense you want to have his babies, but also đ€·đŒââïž), Sweet soft Joel who loves his wife and would give her the universe if he could, honestly with just the way Joel is talking about makin' babies, I think I'm pregnant
A/N: It's that time of the month where Madeline ovulates and writes feral breeding kink smut!!! đ€Ș Okay I am so nervous to post this because I have never written for Joel before and I'm worried it's trash with a capital T, but after re-watching TLOU, I need 2003 Joel Miller carnally, so here we are. This is also inspired by @mrsmando post about 2003 Joel Miller constantly keeping you barefoot and pregnant because it made me unwell, and no lies were told. (thanks for ruining my life mimi) đ€ ANYWHO I hope you guys like it, and if not, I'll shut up and go back to writing Javi and Frankie and pretend like this didn't happen
There were a lot of stereotypical answers that you expected from your husband when you asked him how his day at work had been:Â Â
âGood.âÂ
âFine.âÂ
âLong.âÂ
âMy knees are killinâ me.âÂ
âTommy did somethinâ fuckinâ stupid again.âÂ
âBetter now that Iâm home with you.âÂ
So when Joel arrived home today after a new job he had started with Tommy on a bathroom renovation, there were few things that could have prepared you for the response your husband had when you asked him how his day had gone.Â
âHey, honey. How was your day today?â You smiled, watching Joel stroll in through your front door, kicking off his work boots at the entryway, beginning to put away his things before strolling into the kitchen to greet you.Â
âPretty good." He paused, leaning in for a quick kiss before making his way over to the closet before speaking again. "Saw a real cute baby today.âÂ
You could practically feel your heart skip a beat as you looked up from the vegetables you had been cutting up for dinner, tightening the grip you had around your knife to make sure you didnât drop it in shock.Â
Out of all the things for Joel to bring up on the first day at a new job, a cute baby had been at the top of the list.
Not floor plans.Â
Not timelines for the project.
Not something stupid that Tommy did.Â
Not even what he had done today on the job.Â
The top news that Joel Miller had to report back to you about his day was the sighting of a cute baby.Â
You and Joel had always agreed that youâd wanted kids, and your husband had been not only adamant, but genuinely excited at the prospect of becoming a dad. But only being a little less than a year into your marriage, the two of you had decided you didnât want to rush into anything, and when the time felt right, youâd both know it.Â
But one by one, as your friends began to announce their pregnancies, baby showers, and pictures of their adorable newborns, you couldnât help but deny the baby fever starting to burn hotter and hotter inside you with every passing day.Â
Youâd brought it up in passing a few times with Joel, talking about your friends who had kids, or a cute mom and her children you saw walking around in your neighborhood, and while he had always had a positive response to what you had to say, you just had a feeling that now just wasnât the time for the two of you yet, and that was okay. Â
But here you were, standing in your kitchen, jaw practically scraping the ground at the notion that your husband had dropped just about the least subtle hint ever that babies werenât just at the forefront of your mind- they were on his, too.Â
âAwh, really?â You asked, shaking your head to snap out of your shocked state, returning back to dice the onion you had been working on before Joel could turn around to see you after finishing hanging up his things in the closet, trying to subtly coax more information out of him.Â
âYeah.â He smiled, joining you in the kitchen, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his chest for a soft kiss to greet you, âThe family weâre startinâ the bathroom reno for just moved in. Had their first baby a few months ago and just hadnât had time to work on fixinâ things.âÂ
âSo theyâre already putting the baby to work with you and Tommy?â You teased, raising an eyebrow at Joel playfully, giving him a quick peck back on the lips as he laughed at your sass.Â
âCheap labor.â Joel shrugged back, playing into the joke, âNah, she woke up from her nap while Tommy and I were runninâ through some measurements so her mom brought her out for the last lil bit we were there. She was damn cute, too. Just smilinâ and laughinâ at everything.âÂ
You were glad Joelâs arm was still wrapped around your hip, because you were convinced if it wasnât, you were about to melt to the floor into a puddle, watching how soft and sweet Joel was talking about a cute, smiling baby.Â
âWell a cute baby definitely sounds like a very nice perk of being on the job.â You smirked, trying to play it cool enough to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest.Â
âYeah.â Joel replied softly, quietly pausing for a moment, watching the gears turning in his brain, carefully calculating his words before he spoke.Â
âYou okay?â You asked, looking up at Joel, knowing your husband well enough that he had something on his mind he was trying to work up the confidence to spit out.Â
Joel looked back down at you, big brown eyes locking with yours as his grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly, tongue swiping against his plush bottom lip as he took a long, deep breath in and slow exhale out. Â
âHoney, what is it?â You asked again, now slightly concerned with how nervous your husband looked in his stoic silence, reaching up to gently wrap your fingers around his arm, thumb stroking his skin.Â
âI want one.âÂ
You froze, worried that your heart may have actually stopped as you looked at Joel, making sure that you had really just heard what he had said.Â
âW-what?âÂ
âI want one. A baby. I- I know itâs been a while since weâve talked about it, but Iâve been thinkinâ about it a lot, and seeinâ that baby today, it just- shit, I just couldnât stop picturinâ what it would be like to have one of our own I guess.âÂ
If you werenât a puddle before, you sure as fuck were now. Â
An overwhelming sensation of nerves and excitement began thrumming through your veins, your heart beat pounding in your ears as your face grew warm and a smile started to spread between your cheeks. You were almost certain you had to be dreaming, asking again to make sure that someone needed to come and wake you up and send you back to reality.Â
âJoel⊠Really?âÂ
âYeah, really. Nothinâ I want more. I know I ainât gonna even be close to the perfect dad, but I know youâll be sucha good mom, and Iâll be damned if I donât want some tiny lil versions of us runninâ around. Couldnât think of anything that would make me happier than that. Like I said, I know that we ainât talked about in a while, and if ya arenât ready yet thatâs okay but I-âÂ
Before Joel could even finish the rest of his thought, you were pressing up to plant your lips to his with passionate intensity, hands roaming up his chest before cupping his jaw and the scratchy stubble of his cheeks while your stomach flipped with arousal and want, already feeling a damp patch beginning to pool in the cotton of your underwear.Â
You pulled away, kisses traveling along his jawline and up his neck until you were nipping at his ear, the hot breath of your words whispering against his skin.Â
âYou wanna make a baby, Joel Miller?âÂ
âFuck-â Joel groaned, reaching his other arm around you grab at your ass, pulling you in tight enough to feel the bulge beginning to grow under the denim of his worn jeans, pressing against your thigh.
ââCause thereâs nothing that I want more than to make you a daddy.â You smirked, looking up to watch Joelâs eyes darken with lust, jaw going slack as a low groan rumbled in his chest, his once half hard cock now fully erect and straining against his zipper, trying to keep from giggling watching your husband try to string together any sort of thoughts to speak.Â
âJesus fuckinâ Christ-â He moaned, running his hand over his face to try and regain his composure to keep from busting right then and there. âYou- fuck, you sure, baby?âÂ
âMhmmmm. Donât think Iâve ever been so sure of anything in my whole life. So sure,â you paused, softly pressing your lips to his between words, âthat I think we should go make one right now.âÂ
Your adamant confirmation was all it took to set off something almost animalistic in Joel, crashing his lips back into yours in a messy clash of tongues and teeth, gripping his hands under your thighs to hoist you up around his hips and lock your legs behind the small of his back. Without ever letting your mouths part, Joel was already halfway to the bedroom before you had even realized it, playfully giggling at how frantically he was carrying you down the hallway, your bodies bumping against the walls and door frames, too focused on desperate and needy kisses for any sort of spatial awareness.Â
Finally reaching your bed, Joel carefully laid you down, letting your back fall into the mattress, leaving your lower half to hang off the edge before your husband was on his knees, settling himself between your parted thighs.Â
You sat up on your elbows, watching as Joel tightened his grip around the meat of your legs, peppering kisses up the inside of each across your soft skin before coming face to face with your core, planting another soft kiss there before letting his fingers ghost over your heat, still covered by your jeans.Â
He rapidly worked at the button of your pants, shuffling them down off your hips to reveal your underwear, now absolutely soaked with arousal from the prospect alone of Joel knocking you up and carrying his baby.Â
âJesus Christ, baby girl, look at âcha.â Joel tutted, admiring how the cotton of your underwear clung to the outline of your cunt, sticking to the puffy and swollen lips of your pussy from how wet you were. âHavenât even touched ya yet. This all for me, darlinâ?âÂ
Just as you began to try and answer, Joel took one of his fingers, barely dragging it over the damp fabric before beginning to rub soft circles over your covered clit, eliciting a pathetic whimper from you at the electric sensation. Â
âF-fuck- Itâs all for you, b-baby.â You stammered, moaning even louder as a second finger joined the first, pressing more pressure into you sensitive nub as he nudged each of your legs to drape over his shoulders, his free hand tugging at the waistband of your underwear, making you instinctually lift your hips as he yanked them off your legs to crumple in a messy pile with your pants.Â
âPrettiest fuckinâ pussy Iâve ever seen.â Joel mewled, running his fingers up and down through the weeping seams of your folds, toying with your entrance while draping his arm across your hips to hold your squirming lower half in place. âWants me to fuck her full of me and fill her up so bad, huh?âÂ
âP-please, Joel. Want you to fill me up so badly.â You whimpered, staring down at your husband, a devilish grin spread across his face, licking his lips as his eyes darted back and forth between your blissed out face and the glistening mess between your thighs.Â
âI will sweetheart, promise. Gotta taste you first though, baby. Gotta make sure youâre nice nâready for me. âCause once we start, I ainât lettinâ you outta this bed âtill I knock you up.âÂ
With that, Joel was diving between your legs, lapping you up in long and firm strokes, pressing against your clit in the way he knew would make you fall apart under his tongue. While he would have loved to have spend hours just like this, making you writhe under his touch, drinking up your arousal like a wandering man parched in the heat of the desert, Joel had one thing on his mind, and one thing only-Â
To get you pregnant. Â Â
Joel began to intensify the pace of his tongue, swirling and sucking around your clit as two of his thick fingers pushed into your heat, sliding in and out of your entrance with ease from how wet and worked up you were. Curling his fingers ever so slightly, you cried out as Joel bumped against your g-spot, pushing against the soft, spongy spot as his tongue worked its magic.Â
You could feel the arousal shooting through your veins, heat beginning to bloom in your stomach as Joel fucked you with his fingers and mouth, shooting your hand down to grab fistfulls of his thick, brown hair to brace yourself for your impending orgasm.Â
âJ-Joel, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, Iâm c-close. Donât stop, please, donât stop.â You whined, pussy beginning to flutter around Joelâs fingers, the tightening only egging him on further to get you to cross the finish line.Â
With just a little more pressure of his tongue, Joel could feel your cunt clamping down around his digits, watching the pleasure shoot through your body as you came, your orgasm crashing through you like a tsunami.Â
As you reached your high, Joel drank up your arousal, not faltering in his pace, too focused on your pretty cries of his name being chanted like a prayer to do anything but keep going and making you feel good.Â
Truth be told, Joel had gotten so lost between your thighs, the only thing stopping him was the tensing feeling between his, so pussy drunk and determined to fuck you full of him that he was worried he was about to cum too if he didnât stop.Â
Pulling off you, Joel frantically stood up, racing to undo his belt and jeans, yanking them down his legs in tandem with his boxers as his cock slapped against his stomach, precum already pearling from his tip, desperate to be inside of you. His shirt quickly followed his pants, ripping it over his head as his broad body caged yours under him, helping you to scoot back on the bed until your head hit the pillows, trailing kisses up and down your body the whole way.Â
As Joel kissed and nipped at your skin, you quickly shuffled off your top and bra, leaving you bare beneath him, moaning as his tongue flicked against each of your newly exposed pebbled nipples, grouping your breast and kneading the soft flesh in his palms.Â
Even though you had just came, you could already feel your cunt starting to clench around nothing, desperate to feel Joel inside of you, to stretch you out with his thick cock and fuck you until you couldnât think straight. But with the way your chest was heaving and breath shaking from your orgasm, you could barely muster out the words you wanted.Â
âJ-Joel, p-please, baby. P-please.âÂ
You snaked your hand between your bodies to reach for Joelâs cock, wrapping your fingers around his length and swiping your thumb over his leaking tip, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you stroked him, trying to guide him to slide between your legs and ease your ache.Â
Lowering his hips, you moved your hand and let his replace it, Joel pumping himself a few times before guiding his tip between your folds, collecting your slick to coat his cock, using every last ounce of self-control he had as his eyes locked with yours, wanting to see your face as he pushed inside you.Â
âPlease, what, darlinâ?â Joel teased, knowing damn well what you were begging for.Â
âNeed to feel you, Joel. Need you to put a baby in me.â You moaned, reaching up to grab his face, your palm rubbing against his stubble as your fingers tugged on the curls at the nape of his neck.Â
With one more pump, Joel lined himself up with your entrance, sliding into your heat, the sweet stretch and sting of his length making the breath hitch in the back of your throat, filling you up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you with his tip just kissing your cervix.Â
Joel couldnât help but smirk as he watched your mouth fall open, parted lips letting a soft moan escape while your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the newfound sensation, giving you another moment to adjust before he began to slowly roll his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your core.Â
âChrist, baby girl, so wet and tight. Like this pussy was made just for me. Made for me to fuck ya full of me until itâs got no choice but to fuckinâ take.â Joel groaned, reaching down to grab your thighs, pinning your knees to your chest, stretching you open to take Joel even deeper, practically feeling him in your stomach with the position he had you in.Â
âJoel, oh my god- fuck, you feel so good. Fuck, baby. Want you to fill me up so bad.â You whimpered, Joel now beginning to pick up his pace as he thrust in and out of you, continually punching in that perfect spot over and over again, leaving your brain bordering on short circuiting.Â
Joelâs fingertips dug deeper into the flesh of your thighs, pushing your legs down just far enough to be chest to chest with you, the sweat dampened curls of his forehead brushing against yours as your mouths met in an electric kiss, catching each otherâs muffled moans with each snap of Joelâs hips.Â
âYeah, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up? Fuck a baby into you? Let everyone see what a pretty momma you are, carryinâ our kid?â Joel grunted, picturing you, months from now, belly round and tits swollen, pregnant with your baby, wondering how many youâd let him give you, because fuck, heâd keep knocking you up until he had nothing left to give.Â
Each push and pull of your bodies against each other felt more and more electric, an undeniable coil tightening in your stomach with the way Joel was pounding into you and the hairs at the base of his cock were brushing against your clit, already feeling yourself beginning to teeter on the brink of pleasure once again.Â
âYes, fuck, fuck- yes, Joel. I wanna have your baby. Want you to knock me up so I can make you a daddy. Please, baby, please.â You were all but sobbing at this point, your fingers digging into the tan and sweat sheened skin of Joelâs broad shoulders, overwhelmed by the lewd combinations of Joelâs heavy pants in your ear and wet squelching of your pussy as his pelvis flushed against yours repeatedly.Â
Joel could feel you beginning to tighten around him, pussy sucking him in with its warmth and wetness, ready to clamp around his cock and milk him for all he was worth.Â
âThatâs it, darlinâ, I know youâre close. Gotta cum for me first though, baby girl. Gotta feel ya soak me before I stuff ya so full of me, I swear tâgod, youâll be drippinâ outta me for days. So fuckinâ full that Iâll get you pregnant right now.â Joel groaned through gritted teeth, leaning back to reach and grab your leg, wrapping it around the small of his back before you lifted your other to join it, locking your ankles to keep him as close to you as possible.Â
âJoel, oh my god, fuck baby, fuck, Iâm gonna- fuckfuckfuck-âÂ
Suddenly, your orgasm was rushing through every inch of you, crying out as the pleasure hit you like a freight train, choking Joelâs cock with your pussy, unable to do anything but relish in the white hot bliss that had you nearly floating out of your own body.Â
While Joel would have kept fucking you until the sun went down, the truth was he was relieved to feel you cum, spending every second since your agreement in the kitchen trying to keep from finishing until he was balls deep inside you and you were soaking his cock as you reached your high. The realization that now was his chance to make good on his promise, to fill you up and fuck a baby into you, ignited something primal, feral, in him, pounding into you at a punishing pace as he could feel himself teetering on the brink of collapse right with you.Â
âThatâs my girl. Thatâs it, cum all over my cock, baby. Shit, Iâm gonna cum too, fuck- gonna fill this tight lil pussy up so goddamn much, give you a baby, make you a momma, oh fuck!âÂ
With one final stutter of his hips, Joel let out a strangled moan, flushing his hips against yours as he milked himself of every last drop, painting your warm, wet walls with hot ropes of his spend, making sure nothing went to waste.Â
He couldnât help but but press even further into you, plugging you with his length and fucking his cum as deep as he could into your cunt to make sure it took, collapsing on top of you with his cock still buried in your heat, letting your chests heave together in sync as you both caught your breath.Â
Joel was convinced he had never cum so much in his entire life, afraid that if he pulled out, that somehow heâd have more left to give, and sure as fuck wasnât going to risk letting anything coming out of him end up not inside of you.Â
Well, not until your muffled grunt rumbled beneath him.Â
 âJoel, baby, I love you but youâre kinda squishing me.â You huffed, giggling to yourself as you watched your husband come-to in real time out of his post-orgasmic state, immediately offering a half muttered apology as he rolled off you, sitting back on his knees to admire the shiny and slick mess between your legs.Â
âFuck meâŠâ Joel murmured to himself, eyes wide as he stared at your pussy- wet, puffy and soaking with your arousal, bringing his fingers to your spent hole as he watched a dribble of his cum begin to leak out. Gently scooping it up, he collected everything he could, pressing it back into your cunt before pulling his hand out. Crawling up the bed to lay next to you, Joel wrapped you up in his arms as the little spoon, peppering ticklish kisses over your back and shoulders, making you burst into laughter.Â
âJoel, stop! That tickles!â You squealed, squirming in his grasp, trying to defend yourself from his unrelenting attack of soft, plush lips and scratchy beard dancing across your skin.Â
âDonât laugh so damn hard, or all my hard workâs âbout to come out!â Joel teased, giving you a playful nudge, pulling you in even closer.Â
âStop making me laugh, then! Plus, I think you came enough to put quadruplets inside of me, so I think weâll be okay.â You snorted, Joel joining in on the laughter.Â
âBaby, I donât think Iâve ever came that hard in my whole goddamn life.â Joel sighed, shrugging as you rolled your head up to look at him and that stupid goofy grin he got whenever he couldnât contain his excitement about something. âGod, I love you.âÂ
âI love you too, Joel.âÂ
The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, Joel slowly bringing his arm to rest across your stomach, thumb slowly tracing careful circles on your skin.Â
âYouâre gonna make such a good mom. Iâm the luckiest man alive that you wanna have a family with me. Still not really sure what I ever did to deserve it.âÂ
âJoel! Youâre gonna make me cry! And this is before pregnancy hormones, ya jerk.â You tried to laugh, choking back the tears welling in your eyes.Â
âYeah, what a jerk, your husband tellinâ you how much he loves you.â He teased back, planting a long kiss on your temple, before pressing another one to your lips. Another wave of soft silence followed, watching Joelâs face scrunch in a calculated concentration. âHow big of a crib you think I gotta make? I donât know âbout a rockinâ chair, but a crib canât be that hard. I gotta measure the guest room tomorrow.âÂ
âHoney, I donât even know if Iâm pregnant yet, you donât need to have a crib built tomorrow.â You teased, laughing at Joel, despite the fact his mind was already thinking about a baby room and accessories had you melting.Â
âSweetheart, what did I say earlier? I ainât lettinâ you outta this bed âtill we know thereâs a baby in there.â He smirked, nodding at his hand still splayed across your stomach, âSo you better get comfortable, âcause if itâs up to me, there ainât a chance in hell weâre gettinâ anything but a positive pregnancy test at the end of this month, and we'll sure need that crib nine months from now. Never hurts to get a head start."
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effet mer | jjk
‷ effet mer, french for sea effect, but itâs a play on word. effet mer and Ă©phĂ©mĂšre are pronounced the same way in french and Ă©phĂ©mĂšre stands for ephemeral.Â
†pairing: jungkook x female readerÂ
†genre: best friend's brother, kinda strangers to lovers, roommates au, angst, fluff, and smutÂ
†rating: 18+
†words: 11,197
†summary: everything we face in life is ephemeral, nothing stays forever, even the bad. when you and your roommate, jungkook, face devastating breakups, you leave everything to spend some days at the beach holding the worldâs record of the highest waves. it brings you comfort but also brings you closer as you get to truly know each other.Â
†warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, mention of cheating, mention of breakups, jungkook and oc are completely broken, mention of sex, teasing, a lot of making out, nipple play, mention of nipple sucking, face riding, oral sex (f & m receiving), hair pulling, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, tattooed!jungkook, praising, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, riding, missionary, doggy style, creampie, multiple orgasms, and overstimulationÂ
†authorâs note: here it is the little fic đ€ i had a lot of fun writing this, especially since iâm talking about a place very dear to me & also since i get to promote a bit of my culture in a fic (a first time for me). as a portuguese, this is very special & i think this fic will hold a special place in my heart đ hope youâll enjoy it & let me know what you think âš
Nazaré (check out this video so you get to visualize the little town)
MASTERLIST | MOODBOARD
The waves.Â
The crashing of the waves against the sturdy rock and soft sand is the only sound echoing in your ears. It brings an immense sense of comfort, the only sound calming your tormented soul. Coming here, you knew it would quiet the turmoil within your mind.Â
The sight of the waves colliding against the monumental rock also brings peace. Itâs thrilling to see what Mother Nature can do. The waves are incredibly high and powerful, offering you and any person present a wonderful show. For years, you wished to come see those impressive waves but never got the chance.Â
What brings you here is your roommate, Jungkook, whoâs also the older brother of your best friend, Joongki. Youâve been living under the same roof for five years already. You were looking for a bed during your college years, he was looking for a roommate, and Joongki put you together.Â
Even though youâve been living together for a long time, you barely know each other. Jungkook is a night owl, basically living at night, and during the day, whenever heâs awake, heâs at his girlfriendâs place. Well, ex-girlfriend now. On your side, youâd also spend a tremendous amount of time with your boyfriend in and out of the apartment. Well, your now ex-boyfriend.Â
Your ex-boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend are what brought you and Jungkook here. His girlfriend was cheating on him while your boyfriend didnât love you anymore.Â
Itâs hard. Way too hard.Â
Amid your pain, Jungkook proposed to drop everything for a couple of days and go to a place you both have always desired to visit. Praia do Norte (North Beach in English). Itâs a beach located in Portugal, in NazarĂ© to be precise. The city isnât far from the capital, Lisbon. Â
This coastal town is known for its massive waves, some of which can reach heights over 100 feet - 30 meters during winter time.Â
Years ago, you spent some days with your friends in NazarĂ© in July. It was already a breathtaking place. You saw pictures everywhere of the impressive waves. After that, it became your dream to see them. Life happened and you never got to go there.Â
Jungkook, on his side, heard of this place through a documentary he once watched. Throughout his entire relationship with his ex, he proposed her to travel to that town, but she never was really interested.Â
Randomly, through a very rare conversation, you found out about your mutual interest in NazarĂ©. Then, when your hearts got broken, you found yourselves being locked up in the apartment, crying like babies. Jungkook suggested the coastal town, and you embarked on this little journey together.Â
As a wave is forming in the sea, you grab your phone to record it. Although you foresee it to be impressive, it exceeds all your expectations. Itâs breathtaking, and by far, the prettiest natural event your eyes have ever witnessed.Â
âWoow,â you say while firmly holding your phone in your hands. Â
Youâre completely mesmerized by the impressive wave, you forget about everything. Itâs just you and the wave. Itâs an incredible feeling, one you hadnât felt in a while. Being here genuinely brings you comfort to your soul.Â
Slowly, you turn your head to look at the person who brought you here, Jungkook. Heâs also looking at the sea with the same face as yours, and it makes you smile. Thereâs not much you know about this man. Sometimes you wonder how he is like. Everything you know about him, youâve heard it from Joongki. Itâs quite odd that you donât really know anything about your roommate but it has always been fine for you like that.Â
âThatâs the coolest thing Iâve ever seen,â Jungkook says with evident bliss in his eyes.   Â
Jungkook and Joongki are quite similar. Physically, you mean. They share the same pair of doe eyes, the same eye and hair color, the same facial shape, and the same smile. A lot of people mistake them for twins because they really look a lot like each other. Â
The first time you saw Jungkook, you also thought it was your best friendâs twin. But as time passed, you noticed how different they can be. Jungkook clearly looks older than his brother, heâs after all three years older than Joongki.Â
âCouldnât agree more with youâ, you tell him with your eyes still on him.Â
For the past three months, youâve been wondering how his ex-girlfriend could have cheated on him. Heâs clearly a good-looking man, and on top of that, he doesnât seem like a bad guy. Youâre not sure to understand in general how someone can cheat. Wouldnât it be easier to simply say: âI want to be with someone elseâ? At least, your ex had the decency to say it.Â
You chase away those thoughts before crying in front of thousands of people, and especially before ruining your entire trip.Â
Your eyes look again at the sea. Itâs slowly getting colder. As time passes, the sea looks more and more furious, the waves are only getting bigger and bigger, and as they hit the rock, water is thrown at your faces.Â
Youâre fully covered to try to protect yourself as much as possible from the water, but it seems not enough. But itâs incredible to be here.Â
âDo you want to stay any longer?â Jungkook asks while he turns his head to you. Â
With your roommate, youâve been watching the waves for already two hours although it doesnât feel like it. you look down at your phone to check what time it is. Itâs already 6:45 pm. As youâve booked a table for 7:30 pm at a restaurant, itâs probably best to get going. Given the long road to the restaurant, you must leave to ensure youâre on time.Â
âI donât think so,â you answer. âWe still need to walk to the restaurant and it might take some time,â your eyes look around as you think about the fact you still have to walk for a bit. âAnd I made a reservation at 7:30 pm for tonight, so itâs best to keep going.âÂ
Jungkook simply nods, agreeing with you. Slowly, you turn around and walk away from the waves. You look behind you one last time to admire a wave crashing against the impressive rock.Â
Jungkook has yet to learn where the restaurant is. Heâs never been in this town while you have. So he doesnât have much choice but to follow you around. On top of it, youâre the one who made the reservation so for sure, you know where the restaurant is.Â
If someone had told him five years ago heâd be in NazarĂ© with his new roommate, he would have never believed it. Probably, he would have laughed at their face. Outside the fact that youâre his little brother's best friend, he doesnât know much about you. It has never bothered him not to know you.Â
However, since youâre both single, things are different. Youâve been talking and even traveling abroad together. Presumably, traveling with a stranger isnât the best idea but he fundamentally trusts you. Youâre not completely a stranger to him, but thereâs very little if nothing he knows about you.Â
But he doesnât mind. After all, youâre both here to enjoy the impressive waves.Â
NazarĂ©âs downtown is made of tiny streets which gives its charm. Based on the info he found about the town, itâs the typical type of street in Portugal. So far, he has been loving this town. For sure, the waves are quite a big deal, but the coastal town is captivating. He loves everything about NazarĂ©, and heâs only been here for a day.  Â
The people are also extremely nice and always smiling even though sometimes itâs hard to communicate with them since they only speak Portuguese. But thereâs always a way to understand each other. Heâs genuinely happy to be here, and heâs already thinking about coming back more frequently, maybe even during summertime to discover the town from another perspective. It must be so different from wintertime.Â
After a long walk, you finally reach the restaurant located on a very small street. Jungkook is definitely falling in love with this city. Right now, heâs kind of grateful he never came with his ex otherwise it would have been excruciating to be here. Most probably, he wouldnât be here today with you.Â
You enter the restaurant, and a man comes in your direction. âOlĂĄ,â he firstly says. Based on the very limited words he got to learn in the past 24 hours, Jungkook knows that âolĂĄâ is the portuguese equivalent of âhelloâ.Â
âOlĂĄ,â you answer in portuguese. âWe have a reservation for 2 under the name y/l/n,â you continue in english.Â
âLet me quickly check,â he moves to a little piece of furniture at the entrance composed of some books and a cash register. Â
Jungkook takes a look at the restaurant. Itâs very small but definitely very charming.Â
âFollow me, please,â says the waiter when he comes back to you.Â
The waiter shows you a little table on the left corner of the restaurant. This very cozy place is already crowded, most definitely a popular place to be in NazarĂ©.Â
âHere are the menus,â he hands you both menus.Â
âThey do fantastic pizzas here,â you say once the waiter leaves. âI came here once with my friends and promised myself Iâd come here again.âÂ
âLetâs see,â a little smile appears on Jungkookâs face.Â
For a hot minute, he stares at you while you look down at the menu.Â
Since the moment, he met you he always believed his little brother was in love with you. He couldnât stop talking about you with such a spark in his eyes. However, as time went by, he realized he was wrong, or at least partially. His eyes have a spark because he adores you as a friend and because you seem to be a wonderful person. There is something about you that is appealing, Jungkook wonât deny it.Â
In the past 24 hours, heâs got to learn a bit more about you. Even though itâs pretty obvious youâre still trying to get over a breakup, youâve been immensely excited to be here and show him around the places you know. And heâs been lucky to see a bright spark in your eyes. Youâre without any doubt in love with this coastal town, he can tell that.Â
The pizzas were, as you remember, fucking delicious. Jungkook even admitted it afterward.Â
Funnily enough, during dinner, you got to discuss with the owner, who was also acting as a waiter. Heâs actually french. He came here once, fell in love with the town, and decided to move here. He then opened this restaurant with his mother, and luckily, itâs always crowded. It can be calmer during periods but itâs always for a short time.Â
âNot sure Iâll want to come back home after this stay,â Jungkook tells you as youâre making your way to the little apartment youâre staying in.Â
âMe neither,â you say.Â
The only thought of leaving this place breaks your heart. Once you get back home, reality will hit you. Youâll once more be reminded of your lost love. Maybe the pain will be more bearable as youâve taken some time for yourself here in NazarĂ©.Â
The rest of the walk until the apartment is made in silence while you look around. Everything about this place screams perfection. The people, the food, the views, the tiny houses, the sea, and everything else. NazarĂ© will now be your safe place on earth. Itâll be the place youâll always look forward to coming again. Strangely, it feels like you belong here.  Â
When youâre not very far from the apartment, it starts raining, and not just a bit. The two of you put the hood of your jackets on your heads.Â
âLetâs run to the apartment?â Jungkook asks.Â
The only answer you gave him is starting to run.Â
âEeeh,â he screams while he starts running after you. âWait for me.âÂ
A little chuckle escapes your lips when you hear him complain. Since you run in the opposite direction of the rain, it hits you right in the face. Itâs not pleasant at all, but youâll soon reach the place youâre renting. But running in the middle of those tiny streets with Jungkook behind you makes you feel alive.Â
In a matter of seconds, Jungkook catches you. For a brief moment, you look at each other with the brightest smiles on your faces. Youâre both feeling the same, you know it. Your roommate grabs your hand while you keep running under the heavy rain. He holds your hand tightly in his, the warmth of his hand contrasting with the cold weather outside.Â
Feeling his hand in yours unimaginably warms your heart.Â
When you reach the apartment, you both stop at the main entrance. Briefly, youâre standing face to face, breathing hard, and staring deep into each otherâs eyes. Over the years, you didnât really have the opportunity to see him up close, but lately, it feels like youâve only been physically close. Â
This closeness has allowed you to really look at him. Although Jungkook looks a lot like your best friend, heâs more attractive, charming, and alluring. This man can have any woman he desires, but he chooses not. Itâs understandable due to his recent breakup. But based on how Joongki speaks about him, heâs never been a womanizer. Heâs more of an âi want a long-term relationshipâ guy.Â
Jungkookâs hand brushes a strand of hair falling on your face. The simple touch of his fingers against your skin sends shivers down your spine. The two of you donât cease to stare into each other eyes. This simple and intimate moment is something you never thought would happen five years ago.Â
Well, even yesterday, you never thought itâd happened.
Youâre interrupted by someone leaving the apartment complex standing in front of you. By reflex, you take a step back, creating some space between you and Jungkook. The person greets you before disappearing behind you.Â
Before the main entrance door closes, Jungkook takes a big step to keep it open. âAfter you,â he smiles at you while he gestures for you to come inside the complex. A smile spreads across your face as you make your way inside. When you pass by him, you take in his strong perfume. He smells so good.Â
Joongkiâs brother follows you, closing the door behind him. The apartment is located on the first floor so luckily, you only have to climb a few steps. You hurry up because you only want to be warm.Â
Once in front of the door, you take the keys from your pocket. Your winter jacket contains a massive pocket on the inside. Youâve placed all your important belongings like your phone, ID Card, bank card, and the keys. At least youâre sure you wonât lose anything nor anything wonât be stolen.Â
Once inside, the first thing you do is remove your jackets, and shoes. Itâs a bit warmer inside but you still need to turn on the heating. The two of you head to the small living room.Â
The place you rent isnât big, but itâs enough for you. Thereâs no need to have a massive apartment for two people. Two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom are largely enough. No need for more. Â
The owner of the apartment left some portuguese liqueurs for you to enjoy. He advised you to start with âLicor BeirĂŁoâ. As the owner said, itâs a sweet liqueur that tastes like orange. You havenât tasted it yet but tonight you feel like you really want to.Â
âDo you want to taste the famous liqueur the owner advises us to taste?â you ask Jungkook as you grab the bottle from a wardrobe.Â
For a brief moment, Jungkook simply watches you while you hold the bottle in your hand. The look he gives you makes you feel a bit special as it is the same look he gave you at the complex entrance.Â
âWhy not,â he replies with a smile.Â
Your roommate goes to the kitchen to grab two glasses. He remembers that the owner told you to put a cube of ice in your drink to make it even better. He said: âLicor BeirĂŁo without ice tastes like shit.â A smirk appears on his face when he recalls those words.Â
When he comes back with the glasses, you donât waste any second to poor a bit of liqueur. You hand one of the glasses to your roommate and take the other. While you both take a seat on the couch, you take a sip of your drink. Â
âFuck,â Jungkook says. âItâs delicious.âÂ
A little laugh escapes your lips as you hear him slobber about the drink. Your eyes wander a tiny bit on his face. Â
âIndeed,â you say.  Â
Itâs certainly not bad at all. Itâs also not that strong for a liqueur, maybe the sweetness hides the hardness of the alcohol. Probably, you wonât be drinking much since you donât really want to end up drunk in front of Jungkook. Youâll for sure embarrass yourself.Â
âThis will definitely warm me after this cold rain,â Jungkook says while taking another sip.Â
You put your drink down on the coffee table before sitting properly on the couch and placing a blanket on top of your legs.Â
âItâs still unbelievable that weâre here,â you tell him.Â
âYep, yep,â he nods and takes another sip. âI would have never bet that one day, Iâd travel with you.â He puts down his drink next to yours and sits closer to you.Â
This closeness is something you still need to adjust to. Itâs so new.Â
âMe neither,â you say. âI actually never pictured myself traveling with someone else than Guwon,â you almost whisper at the end of the sentence.Â
Guwon was your boyfriend for more than five years. You were dreaming of starting a family with him, seriously considering moving in with him and already discussing marriage. You were madly in love with him and you strongly believed that he was your forever person. But you got it all wrong.Â
One day, out of the blue, he told you that he didnât love you anymore. It devastated you beyond comprehension. You begged for an explanation because how can someone fall out of love? It was inconceivable for you that after all that time, he stopped loving you. He didnât give you an explanation, he just said he didnât love you anymore.Â
However, everything made sense when you found out he was dating a colleague shortly after your breakup. When that colleague joined the company heâs working for, you still remember that he wouldnât stop talking about her. He praised her so much. Until one day, he stopped doing it. But right after, he told you he didnât love you anymore so no need to be a genius to understand he started loving her. Â
It hurt even more.Â
âI also never thought Iâd be one day traveling with someone else than Yoojung,â he adds.Â
You bring your legs against your chest and you look down for a little bit. There are so many questions you want to ask him about his breakup but youâre not sure itâs appropriate.Â
âCan I ask you a question?â you dare to say.Â
Jungkook simply nods while looking at you.Â
âHow did you find out about the cheating?âÂ
Your roommate is taken aback by your question. As you notice the expression on his face, you instantly realize that you crossed a line. Now you regret your question.Â
âSorryâŠâ Before you can even continue your sentence, Jungkook replies to your question.Â
âA couple of months before, we stopped being intimate,â he starts saying while looking down. âEvery time Iâd try to initiate anything, sheâd give me an excuse. Most of the time, itâd be tiredness. Then, we slowly started not to see or even text each other as often.âÂ
His eyes now look up, meeting yours filled with sadness and empathy. The same gaze you gave him when he informed you of his separation.Â
âAt first, I didnât really notice it, but when people started asking me about her, Iâd never be able to give them an answer. So I started to realize something was off.âÂ
You can hear in his voice how it still breaks him.Â
âOne day, I simply went to her place without informing her, and thatâs when I saw the other guy.âÂ
Now, your heart breaks for him. In an act of kindness, you grab his hand and squeeze it. Jungkook looks down at your hands, and you gently stroke the back of his hand with your fingers. From the way he suddenly glances at you, you can tell that the gesture moves him.Â
âThat must have been horrible,â you softly say.Â
The man in front of you simply nods.Â
âThankfully, I didnât see anything that would have destroyed me but you could tell by the way they were looking at each other that they were at least sleeping together. She confessed it afterwards and I left her.âÂ
Definitely, you want to hug this man. Itâs so heartbreaking what he went through. Itâs never easy to find out to have a cheating partner. Even though you never considered Guwon to have cheated on you, you wonder if he didnât. Maybe he kissed his colleague or even went further and left you afterward.Â
âApparently sheâs with that guy now, but I donât care,â he tells you. âI prefer to ignore what sheâs doing now and who sheâs with.âÂ
You couldnât agree more with him. She and Guwon have broken your hearts enough, no need to torture yourselves in knowing what they are doing now.Â
âAll I care is to heal,â he whispers.Â
You caress his hand with your thumb. Although youâre doing it to comfort him, it also has the same effect on you.Â
âLooks like youâre going in the right direction,â you tell him with a little smile. âYou didnât cry.âÂ
Barely a week ago, he wasnât able to say her name without falling apart. Itâs a big step into healing.Â
A very tiny smile spreads across his face when he realizes that youâre right. He didnât cry while talking about the most heartbreaking moment he faced in life.Â
âYouâre right,â he grabs his drink to take a sip. âItâs even better now with the ice,â he totally changes the topic of conversation.Â
You canât blame him, talking about his cheating ex isnât pleasant. Plus, youâre here to try to move on from the terrible things Guwon and Yoojung did.Â
âLet me taste,â Jungkook hands you your drink before you can even bend to get it from the table. âThanks,â you whisper with a little shy smile.Â
Your roommate winks at you as a way to say âyouâre welcomeâ, but oddly, it increases the heat of the room. Very quickly, you drink a bit of the liquor. It instantly cools off a bit the warmth youâre feeling inside you due to Jungkook.Â
The liqueur definitely tastes better with ice. The owner was right. Well, you never doubt it since heâs portuguese and knows his country better than anyone else. Youâre looking right in front of you since youâre feeling Jungkookâs eyes on you. Youâre not brave enough to face him because you know your cheeks will instantly turn red.Â
âYou know,â he starts saying. âFor a long time, I was convinced you and my brother were in love,â you almost choke with your drink when you hear those words. âYouâd always be together, almost acting like a couple, but then I found out you were in a relationship so it changed my perspective,â he adds. âAlso with time, I realized that it was your way to be friends.âÂ
Youâve been friends with Joongki for more or less six years, but only a couple of months later, you got to actually meet Jungkook. Of course, youâd already heard a lot about him since your best friend would mention him a lot, but he was living abroad back then.Â
And well, if youâre a hundred percent honest, you had a crush on Joongki when you met him. How could you not? Joongki is very good-looking, heâs funny, heâs adorable, and, beyond anything else, he has the biggest heart on earth. Then, that crush eventually faded, and you met Guwon so everything changed.Â
However, youâre never going to say anything about this crush, especially to Jungkook.Â
Nevertheless, your reaction intrigues your roommate. Your eyes widen, you take a big sip of the liquor, and you try to hide your face.Â
âYou actually liked my brother,â he points out with evident playfulness in his voice.Â
âNo,â you immediately retort.Â
Obviously, itâs a lie. Youâre trying as much as possible to hide yourself but itâs basically impossible. Jungkook is right next to you.Â
âDonât worry,â he says. âI wonât tell him anything, itâs none of my business.âÂ
You finally look up at him, and for fuckâs sake, he looks stunning. You take another sip. At this pace, your drink will be over in 30 seconds, and youâll be drunk by then since you donât know how strong this liqueur is.Â
âIâm sure he had a crush on you too at first,â he smiles at you.Â
Jungkook gets closer to you, his breath crashing against your neck once heâs very close. Your heart starts acting crazy inside your chest, your heartbeat increasing drastically. Youâre both staring at each other, and his eyes are very dark.Â
âI mean I would too if I was Joongki,â he whispers in your ear.   Â
Fuck, this man manages to cause goosebumps all over your body in a matter of seconds. His eyes look up at you, the mood has completely changed. Itâs not anymore casual, itâs really giving the âi want to kiss youâ vibes. But as you think better about this, it has changed the second it started to rain.Â
His eyes switch from your lips to your eyes a couple of times. Without any doubt, you do the same, you even bite your lower lip. Youâre definitely desperate to kiss each other. Thereâs absolutely no doubt. Â
Still, youâre unsure if you really want this to happen. You enjoy being here with Jungkook and getting to know him better, but once you kiss, everything between you will change forever. He wouldnât simply be your roommate and your best friendâs brother anymore.Â
Nevertheless, thereâs nothing you want more right now.Â
You want to know how it feels to be kissed by him, and how it feels to kiss someone with a lip piercing. Your imagination is going wild at the moment. Â
You clear your throat and take a step back while placing your hands on his chest. âWe canât,â you shake your head. âItâs not a good idea.âÂ
Jungkook nods before simply sitting on the couch as he was before. You take a deep breath, trying to gather yourself after this rather intense moment.
Jungkook stares at the ceiling of the bedroom heâs staying in. His mind keeps repeating the moment he almost kissed you. It was quite clear you wanted it as well, but he still doesnât understand why you push him away. He wonders if itâs maybe too soon for you. Maybe you donât want to kiss someone else three months after your breakup.Â
He sighs. Hopefully, this moment wonât create tension or something like that between you for the rest of your stay. Itâs not what he wanted.
Suddenly, he is pulled out of his reverie when he hears a shy knock on the door. He frowns before standing up to open the door. Heâs greeted by your sleepy face and messy hair. A little smile appears on his face because he canât help but find you adorable.Â
âI canât fall asleep,â you tell him while rubbing your eyes. âCan I sleep with you?âÂ
Well, now that youâre here asking him to sleep here, heâs sure that he didnât ruin anything. Itâs definitely a relief for him.Â
âYes, yes,â he says while opening the door a little wider.Â
Without hesitation, you enter the room and he closes the door behind you. He makes his way to the bed before you lay next to him. At first, you put some distance between you two since youâre both unsure what to do. On top of that, youâre both looking at the ceiling as if youâre scared to look at each other. Jungkook can feel his heart beating fast inside his chest. He has never been this nervous to be around a woman that he likes.Â
âIâm sorry about earlier,â you tell him while turning your face to look at him.Â
Honestly, this surprises him. âAbout what exactly?â Obviously, he knows what youâre referring to but he still wants you to say it out loud.Â
âWhen I pushed you away.âÂ
Jungkook ignores what he can say right now.Â
âDonât be sorry,â those are the only words crossing his mind.Â
Still, you keep talking as if he didnât say anything. âI really wanted to kiss you.â His heart beats even faster now. âBut if we do it, it will change everything between us, and Iâm not sure I want that.âÂ
Well, heâs glad you explained why you pushed him away although you didnât need to. You have your reasons and he can only accept that. Jungkook turns now to his right to finally see your face. You look angelic from this perspective.Â
âWhy so?â he dares to ask.Â
For what feels like an eternity, you donât talk, probably thinking about the proper answer to give him. His heart is still hammering very fast in his chest, nervous about your answer. This silence feels heavy for him, but all he can do is remain patient.Â
âHonestly, I donât really have a reason,â you say when you break the silence. âUp until now, we were simply roommates and you were Joongkiâs brother,â you take a deep breath. âAnd it was fine like that.â Jungkookâs eyes deviate for a split second to your lips while you speak. âHowever, everything is different since we came here. You arenât really a stranger anymore, I got to know you better and to spend good moments with you.âÂ
Jungkook couldnât agree more with you. No matter what, when you go back home, your relationship and dynamic will forever be different. In a good way, though. As you mentioned, youâre no longer strangers now.Â
âIâm not sure Iâm ready for more changes in my life,â you confess while biting your lower lip.Â
But the changes are already happening.Â
âI totally understand you, yn,â he simply answers.Â
Well, the only change Jungkook wants right now is your relationship. Itâs evolving in interesting ways and he doesnât want to hold back this shift between you.Â
"A lot has already happened this past few months,â he adds.Â
For sure, he prefers things would have happened differently but what can he do? This year has been too chaotic. Being here in NazarĂ© right now is the only thing that has been able to calm him down. Just for a moment, he can cut himself off the reality to truly rest and heal.Â
Slowly, you get closer to him. You only stop when he can feel your hot breath crashing against his face. Youâre super super close now. His eyes roam your pretty face, admiring it as much as he can under the light of the night. How could he not notice before how beautiful you are?Â
âBut the more I think about it, the more I get desperate to kiss you,â your words echo in the room. This is as well unexpected for him. âIâm not sure of anything but fuck, I crave nothing more than to feel yourâŠâÂ
Before you can even finish your sentence, your roommate crashes his lips against yours. Youâre caught by surprise at first, but then, you kiss him back with the same passion. Although itâs a passionate kiss, itâs very soft at first. Jungkook doesnât want to rush anything, he wants to enjoy this moment. His left hand moves to your cheek, caressing it.Â
The kiss is so passionate and deep. Jungkook's lips are soft against yours like he is scared to break you as he kisses you. But they feel good on yours, itâs as if they were meant to kiss you.Â
As heâs kissing you, he regrets not having noticed you before. Youâre hot, good-looking, intelligent, and above anything else, a wonderful person. For sure, he was in love with Yoojung, but he should have seen you before.  Â
Jungkook doesnât hesitate one second when you part your lips to let his tongue meet yours. Your tongues meet for an erotic and slow dance. This is intense, but so fucking good.Â
Out of breath, you break the kiss but your roommateâs hand remains on your cheek. You close your eyes briefly, and his eyes stay on you. Even though youâre not kissing anymore, he still can sense your lips on his. Â
Jungkook pushes you against him, your head against his toned chest. He places his head on top of yours after pressing a gentle kiss on your head. Heâs not sure about what will happen from now on, but heâs certain of one thing, he doesnât want to let you go.Â
Shortly after, you both fall asleep in each otherâs arms.
Slowly, you open your eyes. The sun irradiates the room and at first, you close your eyes again as the sun is way too bright.Â
While you move in the bed, you rub your eyes before opening them again. Gradually, you perceive the figure lying in bed next to you. A smile spreads across your face when you realize itâs Jungkook.Â
The man is looking at you with the brightest smile on his face. He seems happier than ever. You havenât seen him like that since his split with his ex-girlfriend. That alone makes you smile even more.Â
âGood morning,â he says.Â
âGood morning to you too,â you reply.Â
For a moment, you remain in silence, looking simply at each other. This right here definitely makes you happy. You donât need anything else. Well, you still want to go watch the impressive waves, but you can stay here a little longer.Â
âHow was your night?â he asks.Â
âGood,â you start saying. âI guess all I needed was a kiss to fall asleep,â the biggest smile appears on his absolutely handsome face.Â
âWell, you should try that more often,â he teasingly says.Â
âFor sure,â you exclaim.Â
Youâre sure that right now, you both look like idiots with the happiest smiles on your faces. You get closer to Jungkook before pressing a gentle peck against his lips. The feeling of the cold metal of his piercing against your lips sends shivers all over your body. Itâs quite special to kiss someone with a lip piercing, itâs a first time for you, but it doesnât change anything about the fact that he kisses like a god. Actually, youâd say that with the piercing it makes the kiss even more intense.Â
The man in front of you presses another peck on your lips before pressing a thousand others more, causing you to giggle. This sound, you havenât heard it in months, and youâre grateful Jungkook is responsible for it. Â
Then, the kisses move to your cheeks, your forehead, your jaw, the corner of your lips, and finally, they start to descend to your neck. You can feel his round nose pressed against your neck as his lips kiss your skin. Instantly, your hands move to his hair to play with it. A very soft and barely audible moan escapes your lips.Â
This jovial and playful moment has turned into a very heated one.Â
Jungkookâs lips keep going down, dangerously getting closer to your cleavage. Your breath is getting heavier, your heart beating faster, and your eyes fluttering shut. As he gets closer and closer, soft moans leave your lips, indicating to Joongkiâs brother that heâs doing everything well. Â
Before he even reaches your breasts, he retreats to take a look at your pretty face. When you feel the cold air brushing against your skin, you open your eyes to watch him. His teeth are now playing with the metal ring on his lips while his eyes are clearly devouring you. Dam, this is turning you on.Â
âDo we keep going?âÂ
Youâre about to answer when suddenly, his phone starts buzzing. Someone is trying to call him. He turns around to check whoâs calling him.Â
âItâs Joongki,â he says before answering.Â
Jungkook sits on the bed, and you do exactly the same. The call doesnât last long, your roommate barely talks, itâs mostly your best friend talking, you can hear it. Once he puts his phone down, he looks at you.Â
âHe tried to call you, but since you werenât answering, he was getting worried,â he tells you.Â
You only nod. âMaybe I should go call him,â you say.Â
âWell,â Jungkook says as his face gets closer to yours once more. âMaybe you could call him later,â he teasingly says. âHe interrupted something.âÂ
A smile appears on your face before you kiss him with evident passion. For sure, your best friend interrupted something, and he can wait because youâre slowly but surely getting desperate for his brother.Â
âHe can probably wait a little bit longer,â you whisper against his lips.Â
Your teeth bite his lower lip, causing him to moan. That sound alone makes you grow wetter inside your panties. His hands move down to your waist, and before you can even comprehend, they are pushing your pajama pants down your legs.Â
Once they are at your ankle, his lips hungrily kiss you. Youâre definitely desperate for this man. You want more. You donât simply want to be kissed by this man. You want him to rail the shit out of you. Hopefully, heâs good in bed.Â
While eagerly kissing each other, you lay down in bed. Jungkook is now hovering over you, his mouth still on yours. By reflex, your legs open to welcome him after removing your pants with your feet. He presses his hips against yours, his growing bulge now against your wet core. That sensation alone makes you moan.Â
Teasingly, he slowly rolls his hips against yours, but he doesnât stop kissing you as a desperate man. You hold his pajama shirt firmly as you moan against his lips. Without any doubt, your panties are getting soaked. Jungkook is fucking you when youâre still fully clothed.Â
His lips finally set free from yours so he can rest his forehead against yours. His lusty eyes stare deep into yours which causes you to moan. Your walls clench around emptiness, but youâre slowly getting desperate to feel something inside you.Â
Jungkookâs hips stop moving only for him to speak. âSit on my face,â he says. âBut first, remove your underwear, angel,â he adds.Â
No need to be a genius to understand that he wants to eat you out while you sit on his face. Itâs something you never tried before so youâre not sure how this is supposed to go. However, you desire nothing more than being eaten out by this man so you do as he says so.Â
In a matter of seconds, you throw your underwear onto the floor. Jungkook moves to be now lying down in bed with an eager smile on his face. He bites his lower lip when he sees your core.Â
âIâve never done that before,â you confess when you get closer to him.Â
âOkay,â he nods. âAll you have to do is sit on my face and enjoy the ride, love,â he tells you.Â
The little cute nicknames make your heart flutter. Â
You place yourself over his head, your heart pounding fast. You feel a bit shy to have your pussy on full display on his face.Â
âNice,â he tells you. âNow, bring yourself closer to my face,â you do as he says so, his hands grabbing your thighs to guide you down against his face. âPerfect,â his hot breath tickles your core which makes you move a tiny bit.Â
The sweet scent of your arousal makes him hungry, causing him to lick his lips. âYour cunt smells so good, yn,â he whispers against your core.Â
His nose brushes against your core, a small moan leaving your lips at the feeling. As he hears the barely audible moan, he deliberately breathes against your throbbing core, the cool air sending shivers down your spine. Slowly, you grow wetter which gives him more juices to lap. A smirk grows on his face when he notices it. Â
Before you can even process what is happening, he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking at it. The coldness of his lip piercing and the tickling of his nose on your core instantly send goosebumps throughout your entire body. Little moans leave your lips while he starts to torture you with his mouth. It surprises you how cold his piercing is.Â
This is by far the best oral sex experience youâve ever had. First of all, nobody else has ever eaten you out like that. And on top of that, youâre wondering how on earth youâve never done it this way. In this position, it feels like you can sense everything even more.Â
Automatically, you bury your hand in Jungkookâs hair, pulling it as he laps your sensitive clit with his tongue. A groan rumbles from his chest, the sound echoing against your skin. You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of having his nose in your core. He makes sure to take his time as he wants you to grow wetter and wetter, he doesnât want to rush things because he wants you two to enjoy this moment.Â
After a little while, he buries his tongue in your hole, causing an explosion of fireworks inside you. The man laps at your arousal as if his life was at stake. His eyes glance up at you, enjoying the way your body is contorting with delight. An evil smirk appears on his face while he keeps lapping at your juices. Your back arches, causing you to push your pussy closer to his mouth, and a trail of moans escapes your pretty lips.Â
âSo pretty,â Jungkook mutters against your core.Â
Naturally, you start rolling your hips over his head, your hand running and pushing your hair back in order to not stick against your face as you start to sweat. The moans get louder as the wave of pleasure begins to strongly build within your lower stomach, his ears hissing at the sweet but loud sounds.  Â
His eyes glance down with marvel at your core. Everything about you is extremely wonderful.Â
Jungkook senses the orgasm building stronger inside you at an extremely fast pace. Your body is moving more and more, your walls are clenching way too much, and your moans are also getting high-pitched. The man starts to suck harder on your core to make you come all over his face. Thatâs all he wishes for right now. Â
Your free hand goes to the headboard of the bed to hold yourself onto something. The man below you is sucking and lapping every single drop of your arousal, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Itâs a matter of seconds before you come undone all over his face.Â
âJungkook,â you mutter as your hips desperately roll over his face.Â
The man underneath you detaches his mouth when your legs start shaking, indicating that your orgasm is finally hitting you intensely. His name leaves your mouth when the wave of pleasure explodes inside you, your back arching even more, and you close your eyes to enjoy every second of it.Â
Your arousal leaks over his pretty lips while he watches with marvel at the way you come over his face. This man is without any doubt very skilled with his mouth and tongue. Not only does he kiss well, but he also knows how to bring pleasure.Â
Jungkook moves under you, your core now pressed against his covered chest. It takes you a moment to come down from your high, he can even feel your walls clenching against his toned chest. His hands caress your hips, trying to bring you comfort as you come down. His eyes never leave your pretty face.Â
He swears he has never seen any prettier woman.Â
His hands are caressing your thighs as he admires you. Your cheeks are red, your hair is a complete mess, and your pretty lips are swollen from the intense making out that happened minutes ago.Â
When you realize that youâre dirtying his pajama with your arousal, you stand up but his strong hands firmly hold you tight against him. âWhat are you doing?â he asks with obvious confusion.Â
âIâm dirtying your pajamas,â you answer.Â
âDonât worry about that, angel,â he winks at you.Â
Since you donât want to make his pajamas dirtier and you want to give him pleasure, you move your body down on his. This time around, he realizes what youâre about to do. The simple thought of feeling your hand around him makes him grow harder.Â
Without an ounce of hesitation, you push down his pajamas pants with his underwear. He raises his hips to help you out, and you throw them on the floor. Once his cock is freed, it slaps against his shirt. Â
Your eyes instantly glance down at the beast between his legs. He is massive. Even massive is probably an understatement. For sure, he holds the record for the biggest dick youâve ever seen. In a matter of seconds, Jungkook takes the last piece of clothing off his body to be fully naked in front of you.Â
You patiently wait for him to lay back on the bed so you can place yourself in between his toned legs, your hands running up and down his thighs. You bite your lips as youâre watching him getting naked. His body is very toned. His chest is broad as fuck, and his arm is fully covered in tattoos. This pretty much gives bad-boy vibes. Thankfully, you know that he isnât one. Well, at least, he doesnât seem to be one. Â
You also remove your top in order to be fully naked as well. Itâs not as sexy as the way he removed his shirt, but youâre now naked together.Â
âCan I touch you?â you ask him, your eyes glancing up to meet his. Â
With his eyes locked with yours, he nods. Heâs completely desperate to feel your fingers around him. Since youâre equally desperate to please him, you wrap your hand around the base of his dick.Â
His head is red, precum running down his length and over that prominent vein that lines it. You rub your thumb over the tip before going down on his shaft, spreading his arousal all over him. A deep moan escapes his lips as your hands finally touch him, his head falling completely on the pillow.      Â
âDamn, angel,â he growls, âyouâre touching me so fucking perfectly.âÂ
A smile appears on your face at his words. Based on your ex words, you are very skilled with your hands so you hope to provide a lot of pleasure to Jungkook. You want to reward him with the same pleasure he granted you with his mouth. Â
Slowly, you start pumping him, your hand gliding up and down his length. A trail of groans leaves his lips while you pump him nice and slow. Every time your hand reaches the base, Jungkook shivers, loving how youâre touching him.Â
As you pump his massive length with your hands, you never stop glancing at him. Thereâs nothing more rewarding than seeing him melting in your hands.
Itâs absolutely incredible to think that youâre sharing such an intimate moment. Barely a week ago it was inconceivable that youâd be here with him. So, this alone is a surprise. Yesterday night, while you were turning in your bed, you were only thinking about the kiss he almost gave you. And now, youâre basically having sex.Â
Thatâs incredible. Â
After a little while, you dip down to kiss the head of his cock, causing deeper and louder moans to leave his mouth. You lick his tip, his precum coating your tongue before you wrap your mouth entirely around his cock to fully sink down on his length.Â
âShit, yn,â he groans, loving the warmth of your mouth around him.Â
He swears that heâs about to fall apart, painting your throat white with his seed. For a little while, your head bobs up and down his length, your tongue twirling along to try to satisfy him as much as possible. Your roommate closes his eyes while he lets his pleasure overwhelm him.Â
When he opens his eyes, heâs graced with your filthy eyes staring up at him. He never knew that he desperately needed to see you looking at him like that. That sight alone makes him bust right there, his hot seed filling that pretty mouth of yours. You swallow every single drop of his hot cum, but your eyes never leave his face as he groans loudly. Â
Jungkook looks incredibly hot when he has an orgasm.Â
Slowly, he comes down from his high, your mouth leaving his cock to just watch him being completely overwhelmed with his orgasm. He looks like an absolute angel but clearly, an angel that seems to have had his cock sucked. His hair is already messy, and his lips are all wet with your arousal, which honestly looks pretty good on him.Â
âWould you want to keep going?â he asks with his heavy breathing.Â
The simple fact that he raises the question melts your heart. Your ex never did that before. Once youâd start, he would just keep going without checking if youâd want to stop or not. Well, obviously, you never wanted him to stop. But now, you wished he could have asked it.Â
Itâs pretty obvious you want more but he still wants to make sure you want it. Heâs not going to force you to do anything, he has never been like that. After you pushed him away yesterday, he honestly expected you to do the same as things started to get steamy.Â
You crawl over his body so both your faces are close. For a brief moment, you just glance at each other. You bend down, your face getting closer to his ear, âyes, I want it,â you whisper with a smile on your face.Â
Jungkook bites his lower lip, heâs having goosebumps all over his body. âI didnât bring any condom,â he informs you. âI wasnât expecting this to happen.âÂ
If he knew beforehand that youâd have sex, he would have bought a hundred condoms. He would have used all your free time to fuck you senseless. But this is highly unexpected.Â
âDonât worry,â you say. âI have a vaginal ring.âÂ
For years, youâve been trying different birth control. At first, it was the pill, but very quickly you changed to the vaginal ring since it felt better than the pill. Â
You press a sweet kiss on his lips. A sincere smile grows on his face, heâs so happy to be here today with you. With your hands, you grab his little monster before brushing it against your pussy. A whimper leaves his lips while he shuts his eyes close. Slowly, you sink down onto his cock.Â
A deep moan leaves your mouth as his massive dick stretches you out, your hands falling on his chest to balance yourself. His large hands find their way to your waist, caressing your soft skin while his doe eyes filled with lust look into yours. Both of you groan as he slowly pushes his long and thick cock deeper inside you.
âYouâre so big,â you whisper.Â
âIf itâs too big, we can stop,â he proposes.Â
âEeeh,â you slap his chest. âThereâs no way we stop here, Jungkook.âÂ
Jungkook giggles at your words, his face lighting up when he does so. Heâs incredibly beautiful when heâs smiling.  Â
You sit on his lap with his cock almost completely inside you, your eyes looking down at him with a bright smile on your face. Jungkook licks his lips, loving to have this beautiful sight in front of him. At this precise moment, heâs wondering why you both lost your time with your exes. This is a hundred times better than all the times he had sex with his ex, and itâs only the beginning.  Â
Very slowly, you start rolling your hips, causing small whimpers to leave his lips. His eyes never leave you as he wishes you to see him starting to melt down under your slow torture.Â
âYouâre riding me like a pro, yn,â he compliments you, letting you also know that youâre doing it right.Â
âThanks,â you sincerely say.Â
Riding your ex is something you wouldnât do that often, but youâd enjoy it when it happened.Â
âBut,â he starts saying. âI donât want this to be any slow.â His hands hold your hips tightly allowing him to turn both your bodies to have you now under him.
âEeeeh,â you say as he places you under him. Â
His lips find yours for another kiss, the taste of your juice being all over his soft lips while he can taste a bit of his cum inside your mouth. Â
âIâm gonna wreck you so bad,â he whispers against your lips. Your walls clench around his cock, causing him to moan at the end of his sentence.Â
âThen, do it,â you reply. âRuin me.â  Â
Jungkook slowly pushes back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside you. His eyes never leave your figure, watching you with delight. He brutally pushes his cock fully inside you, a loud moan leaving your lips. For a little while, he doesn't move, hovering over you before his lips meet yours again for a sloppy kiss.Â
âWill you stay like that forever?â you cock an eyebrow.Â
âLooks like someone is impatient,â he chuckles.Â
For a second, his eyes get lost in your body, groaning as he watches himself buried deep inside you. Youâre completely intoxicated by the feeling of him stretching your walls.Â
Without wasting any more time, he pulls back brutally before slamming himself back into you. He leans closer again before licking the spot just under your ear. His hands slowly travel down your body to rest on your hips while his hips slowly thrust into you. The slick sound of your pussy soaking his cock as well as your moans quickly fill the bedroom.Â
âDamn,â you manage to say. âYou really know how to use that cock.âÂ
Sex with your ex was totally different. Heâd always prefer to do things nice and slow, it would never be rough. He didnât like it at all. Honestly, since you didnât experience much before him, it was fine for you. You enjoyed it as well.Â
However, now that youâre being fucked by Jungkook, you realize that a bit of roughness can be better.Â
Jungkook chuckles at your words. âOf course I do,â he whispers in your ear. âAfter all, I ainât called the best man in bed for nothing.âÂ
You roll your eyes. This man seems to have quite a big ego. For sure, you can agree so far with that title †most probably a self-given title †but you wonât say it.   Â
The feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips hitting against yours with every thrust he makes causes sparks of pleasure to shoot throughout your body, your arousal dripping from your core and creaming his covered cock. He licks his lips as he notices the sticky mess youâre causing.Â
âYouâre making such a mess, yn,â he growls. Â
His cock is buried deep inside you, brushing against your walls which only causes you to moan even louder. You grip the sheets as hard as possible to steady yourself from Jungkookâs hard thrusts.Â
âAnd youâre responsible for that mess,â you teasingly say although youâre completely lost in your euphoric state.Â
âYouâre a fucking tease, yn,â he hisses. âNever imagined you like that.âÂ
âShould have fucked me sooner to find it out,â you wink at him.Â
Honestly, youâre even surprising yourself by being such a tease. With your ex, youâd talk in bed but it wouldnât be like this. With Jungkook, you simply canât help yourself, heâs literally giving you everything to tease him.Â
âThatâs my biggest regret right now, angel,â he manages to say in between his moans.Â
His hands press harder into your skin when he feels your walls tighten around him. Every time he pushes his hips back, he watches with delight the way his cock is completely covered with your arousal. Nothing drives him crazier than seeing it.Â
His hands move on your body, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them to make you moan with desire before his fingers start playing with your nipples. Moans flood out of your mouth as he tortures your body like no one else. Â
âDamn, Jungkook,â you say.Â
His thrusts become again slow and harsh while his fingers on your nipples are pushing you closer and closer to the edge. This man is without any doubt very skilled when it comes to sex. Fuck, you wished you would have sex sooner. Â
Gradually, Jungkook resumes to thrust hard into you, and your moans follow his harsh movements as they get louder and louder. Your walls suck his cock as he slams his hips into you harshly. His hands can feel the way your body quivers with each thrust, the way youâre losing yourself further into pleasure.Â
âFuck,â he groans when he feels the warmth of your walls wrapping tighter around him. âYour cunt is clenching so hard, angel.âÂ
As you glance up at him, you canât help but find him extremely attractive. His eyes stare down at you with so much passion and desire as his tongue licks his lower lips. He keeps growling your name, thrusting into you with more urgency. Quickly enough, you sense inside your stomach the powerful feeling of pleasure growing. This is becoming overwhelming.Â
âGonna come so hard,â you tell him.Â
His fingers pinch your nipples while his cock twitches inside of you at your words, a low groan rumbling in his chest. Â
âDonât hold back, angel.â
Since he wants to torture you more and more as you get closer to your orgasm, one of his hands slowly goes down on your body, passing your stomach, and landing on your throbbing clit. His fingers start to rub your sensitive spot as his cock keeps slamming roughly inside you.Â
âJungkook,â you almost scream in surprise.Â
His fingers on your clit are what you need for your orgasm to explode intensely, making you come hard around him. Your walls squeeze him over and over again while you come all over him.Â
While youâre completely euphoric from your orgasm, he speeds up the pace of his hips slamming into you, wanting to chase his own high. The coil in his lower stomach tightens inside of him, and it completely clouds his thoughts.Â
Breathy whines escape his pretty lips as he looks down at the mess you made. A loud groan leaves his mouth when his orgasm hits him hard, your name rolling out of his tongue. His eyes roll back with pleasure as his body tenses up and releases his load inside you, his semen painting your walls white.
Jungkook collapses over you, both your bodies covered in sweat. While you both come down from your high, you simply enjoy this proximity. You wrap your arms around his body to hold him tightly against you. Nobody talks. The room is only filled with your heavy breathing while you caress his back.Â
This is a fantastic way to start the day. After this steamy session, for sure, your day is only going to be amazing. Hot sex with Jungkook in NazarĂ© is a combo you never thought you needed.Â
However, once you are calmer, Jungkook stands up with a smile on his face. He doesnât need to say anything else for you to understand that there will be a round 2. Fuck, this man has an impressive stamina.  Â
âOn your fours, angel,â he growls.  Â
âSo now, itâs doggy style,â you say as you follow his order, positioning yourself on your hands and knees but you make sure that your ass and pussy are on full display to him.Â
Jungkook gets closer to you. âMy favorite position ever,â he whispers against your ear.Â
Your roommate takes a step back, his hand holding his hard dick to stroke it a bit as he places himself behind you. His tongue licks his lips while his eyes are glued to your pussy. Slowly, you press your chest against the mattress to give him more visibility to your wet core. You can still feel inside you his release.Â
Jungkookâs hand touch your pussy to gently touch it. âStill fucking wet,â he mumbles but you can hear it.Â
âBecause youâre fucking me senseless,â you reply, and you moan when he slaps your pussy. Fuck, youâll have an orgasm before heâll even be inside you. Â
âThatâs the whole point of what weâre doing,â he grabs your right arm to pin it behind your back, slowly shoving his cock into you again.Â
You whine, your teeth biting your lower lip as he resumes to pound into you again. He slowly rolls his hips into your pussy.Â
âShit, Iâm not going to last long,â he grunts.Â
He leans down, his right hand going down from your waist to your thighs. His fingers brush against your clit, making you moan a bit louder, and they pinch your clit while you bite harder on your lower lip. The man behind you never ceases to thrust into you harshly, making you see stars.Â
Every muscle of your body tenses as Jungkook abuses both your clit and pussy. But you decide to torture him a bit as well, itâd be only fun for him to torture you. You clench your walls around him, making him groan louder and smirk
âYouâre such a fucking tease,â he moans lustfully as he gives you a harsher thrust. Â
Youâre unable to reply since Jungkook has decided to increase his pace. His hips slam into yours ruthlessly which causes the whole bed to shake under your bodies. Your moans are louder and louder as his cock hits all your sweet spots. The pleasure is slowly but surely growing strongly inside you, and you try as hard as possible to hold your orgasm.Â
âFuck, Iâm going to come,â Jungkook whimpers. Â
The second the words leave his mouth, he fills you with his cum and he holds your hips tightly while he gives you small harsh thrusts. Your name rolls out of his tongue, and you decide to let go of your orgasm. Thereâs no point in holding back. Your walls squeeze him hard when your orgasm hits you once more, your arousal leaking all over his cock.    Â
Jungkook pulls out of you before he lays down next to you on the bed. You come closer to him, his arm wrapping around you to hold you tight against him. None of you speaks while you both catch your breaths.Â
âI guess now you can call my brother,â his lips press a gentle kiss on top of your head.
A little chuckle leaves your lips at his words. âLet me first catch my breath,â you tell him. âIâm sure heâll understand right away what we did.âÂ
âWell, I donât mind him knowing it,â Jungkook replies while doing circles in your back with his fingers.Â
âBut Iâm convinced he doesnât want to,â you look up at him. âPersonally, I wouldnât want to know that my brother fucked my best friend.âÂ
Jungkook giggles before pressing a gentle kiss on your lips.Â
Joongki will probably know one day what happened here, but you donât want him to know it just yet. Youâre not sure how heâll react, and honestly, youâre a bit scared of his reaction. Will he hate you for sleeping with his brother? Probably not, but it still would be weird to say to your best friend that his brother slept with you.Â
After an hour in bed talking about random things, you and Jungkook decide to leave the apartment and go admire the waves again. After all, youâre here for that.Â
Usually, youâd directly go to the top of the sturdy rock since the waves are more impressive from there. But today, you decide to go to the beach. They are less massive, but still, you can admire them from another point of view.Â
Youâre sitting at the edge of the sidewalk, right where the sand begins. The sea isnât that far from you so you really have a beautiful view from where you are. The sea seems more furious than yesterday so Jungkook knows you wonât stay long here before going to the top of the massive rock.Â
âToday, the sea is creating bigger waves,â you tell Jungkook. âItâs quite impressive.âÂ
He turns his head to look at you. In all honesty, when you moved in with him five years ago, he barely noticed you. He had just come back from New Zealand where he lived for two years. His relationship with Yoojung was starting and his mind was definitely somewhere else. You were simply the best friend of his brother. Nothing more.Â
However, today, he regrets he didnât really look at you back then. It would have probably spared him a heartbreak. But, at the end of the day, isnât it prettier that things between you start here in NazarĂ©, a place you both wanted to visit?Â
Of course, you still have to figure out things between you. Obviously, you like each other so youâll have to see what happens after this trip. Jungkook won't force you to do anything. If you donât want to give a shot to whatever is going on between you, heâll respect your choice.Â
You turn your face to look at Jungkook, offering him a smile when you notice that heâs already looking at you.Â
âWhat do you think will happen after this trip?â Jungkook asks you.Â
You shrug. âIâm not sure,â you say at first. âBut if youâd like, we could continue what started here.âÂ
Now, heâs the one smiling, and heâs smiling like an idiot, heâs aware of that.Â
âIâd love to,â he says with the brightest smile on his face.Â
Your face gets closer to him and Jungkook breaks the space between your faces to kiss you gently. This is undoubtedly the biggest surprise this trip offered him. After the kiss, you simply lay your head on his shoulder while you keep admiring the beauty of the sea. NazarĂ©, the town where you fell in love with each other.Â
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CLAWS AND MARKS
pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader
summary: getting loganâs name tattooed on you earns you a very unexpected reaction
wc: 2k
cw: smut (nsfw), oral (fem receiving), p in v, cum play, questionable relationship dynamics, reader has a tattoo, loganâs claws come out
a/n: writing this was⊠an experience! pls donât do this iâm pretty sure youâll get an infection of some kindÂ
It's quite late. Heading to sleep is the only thing on your mind on this early September night. Your bed is warm, and so is your boyfriendâs embrace, so you rarely sleep in anything else besides your underwear.Â
You pull down your flimsy shorts and step out of them in a hurry to get under the warm sheets. Youâre left in simple black panties and, well, something else.
âWhatâs this, kid?â Logan asks, eyebrow raised in question. Shit. You turn your head to see him staring at your ass. You canât quite decipher the look on his face. Is it anger?
âOh, just something silly me and the girls did last night.â you snicker, looking back at your own butt. A fresh tattoo, which is still a bit red, takes up a small space on your right asscheek. And it reads âLoganâ in a serif font, little twirls decorating the capital letter. You canât help but feel embarrassed at the aftermath of the two margaritas you had last evening during your weekly girls night.Â
Logan approaches you with careful steps, still looking awfully intimidating (in your defense, he pretty much always does). Standing behind you now, he grabs the globes of your ass. Youâre facing the wall, cheeks red. You can feel the smirk on his face as he kneads the fat, rubbing a thumb across the ink on your body.Â
âYou really did that for your old man?â your nerves slowly start dissipating, the tone in Logan's voice developing a sultry note.Â
âMhm.â you answer, still a bit unsure.
âFuck.â is the only thing you hear being mumbled behind you before Logan picks you up by the hips and throws you on the bed. Heâs like an animal, you think to yourself, with the way he grabs your legs and drags you to the edge of the bed while getting on his knees. Your panties are off you in a second, your bare cunt exposed to the chilly air. But the open window isnât the only thing contributing to your goosebumps - the look in Logan's eyes is not one to be forgotten.
To say you feel like prey in a predatorâs claws would be an understatement. The ink on your body ignited something long forgotten in him, something that connects him with his roots, a fucked up need to mark you.Â
Loganâs mouth latches on your clit and youâre brought out of your trance as he sucks on the swollen nub. His hold on your thighs is unbelievably strong. He's holding you down as you squirm under him, submitting yourself to the pleasure his mouth brings you. His tongue licks up a long stripe between your glistening folds and sets on your puffy clit again, the kitten licks he places making it impossible to stay still.Â
Your moans get louder and louder and your elbows canât keep you up anymore. You fall back on the bed and close your eyes. The loss of one sense only sharpens the rest, Logan's hot breath on your pussy captivating your mind.
Youâre dreaming, youâre sure. The sound of Logan lapping up your juices, tongue entering your hole, is possibly the most erotic thing thatâs ever blessed your ears.Â
You donât hold back anymore, you just canât. You let your whines slip past your lips oh so loudly as Logan's nose pushes up against your clit. He himself is entranced, by your sweet arousal, by the lewd sounds youâre making.
And fuck, does he get painfully hard by listening to you moan and thrash under his hold. Even thinking about the tattoo for a moment drives him insane. He has to have you.
Youâre teetering on the edge of your release as Logan licks circles around your clit. Your breath comes out in short pants. Youâre under his mercy, begging him with helpless cries to relieve you of this painful teasing.
âLogan, please.â those are your final words before Logan's tongue flattens out against your swollen nub. Your orgasm crashes over you as you cry out his name. But he doesnât falter. He's licking and kissing, his face and beard covered in your juices. Helping you ride out your orgasm, he places slow pecks on your clit and massages your folds, rubbing them between his fingers.
Youâre propped up on your elbows, staring at him like a deer in headlights. He canât wipe that fucking smirk off his face. You feel scrutinized, like youâre under observation and heâs trying to decide how to further destroy you.
âYou scared, doll?â Logan asks.
You gulp and curse yourself for acting like this. You have no idea whatâs come over you, or him for that matter, but you just canât shake off the fear creeping up on you.
âOf course not, Logan.â you whisper. Heâs close to you now. Impossibly close. His lips are touching yours, youâre breathing into his mouth.
And then heâs kissing you, like a man gone wild. It feels like a fever dream, the way his thumb caresses your cheek in the most heartwarming way possible, the action in such contrast with the way his tongue enters your mouth, captivating you. He's hungry for you, he canât get enough. Youâre moaning into his mouth now, further egging him on. He grunts, strengthening his hold on your face as his tongue explores your mouth, leaving you breathless.
And before you know it, the familiar sound of metal passes dangerously close to your ears.Â
His claws just came out.
In a heartbeat, youâre pushed down on the bed again, Logan's huge frame towering over you. The shadow of his shiny adamantium claws on the ceiling almost urges you to murmur a quick prayer under your breath.
âLo, what are you going to do to me?â you ask.
You barely squeak it out, looking up at him through your eyelashes, but he almost cums in his pants right then and there.
âOh, baby. Thought you werenât scared, hm?â His tone is teasing, almost sarcastic. He's asking you this while slowly dragging the blunt part of his claw down your navel, getting dangerously close to your cunt. Itâs like youâre trapped, you canât move for the life of you unless you want to get hurt. The sense of impending doom creeps up your neck again and youâre truly left at his mercy this time, you think.
So then why are you getting even wetter?
âYouâre killing me here, doll. Donât you want this?â his question is dangerous, if nothing else.
âMore than anything.â Your needs betray your mind, what you just said registering a minute later, the all too lustful part of your brain working overtime to please your body.Â
Logan retracts his claws and flips you over on your tummy.
âAss up.â it's a command.
And so you follow his orders, getting on all fours. You feel as if youâre expecting a punishment, but itâs a little more exciting than it should be.
You hear shuffling behind you and soon enough, Logan's briefs are discarded on the floor, his hard cock slapping against his stomach as he frees himself. You gulp again, this time in anticipation rather than fear.
Logan grabs a hold of your hip with one of his hands as he pushes the tip of his cock past your folds. He sinks himself inside your warm and inviting pussy. The chuckle he lets out at how wet you are is loud enough for you to hear and a red tint creeps up your cheeks again.
âYouâre always so fucking tight.â Logan mumbles behind you as he begins thrusting inside your cunt. Your walls are squeezing him like a vice and he feels like a virgin thatâs about to burst. Youâre ravishing, a sight for sore eyes - on all fours for him, ever so obedient, his name imprinted on your skin. Your moans accompany the sound of his balls slapping against your ass as he picks up the pace. Itâs like a crude, fucked up harmony that you want to listen to for the rest of your life.
âHarder, please, Logan.â you plead, having absolutely lost your mind. His cock is buried deep inside your cunt and the head of his cock thrusts up against the gummy spot inside you. You can feel him in your tummy.Â
His girth twitches inside you at those words and Logan complies, he himself too lost in pleasure to tease, to even speak. He only pulls out completely and slams himself back inside you, too close to his own orgasm. Youâre arching your back, fucking yourself on his cock with all the energy you can muster. His hips roll against you with vigor, a visceral need youâve never felt exude from him before.
His fingers reach down to rub circles on your puffy clit and you whine as the pleasure becomes too much for you.
You clench around his length and he grabs your hips for support, the two of you chasing the unforgiving and much too intimate wave of ecstasy. His thrusts donât falter, your pussy clenching greedily around him, only making him go faster.Â
âYou were made for me, baby. This pussy was made for me.â his words absolutely fucking finish you. Your gummy walls clamp down on his cock as you orgasm, feeling him twitch inside you before his release also comes. You moan out Logan's name like a prayer as his thrusts get sloppier. His seed is warm and you feel full. His hands are roaming all over your ass, grabbing the fat and kneading it. His cock twitches inside you again.
Right. The tattoo.
Logan carefully pulls out of you and you whine at the feeling of emptiness as his cum slowly drips out of your pulsating hole and onto the sheets. Too lost in the moment, Logan puts two fingers inside you. Unsuspecting, you moan at his touch, too sensitive.
âFuck, Lo.â you pant out as you finally realize whatâs happening. Logan smears the remnants of his release right on the tattoo of his name. He does so with such loving touches, itâs almost comical. Youâre still catching your breath, trying your best to lean into his touch as he runs a thumb over his creation and leans down to press a loud smooch on your ass.
âPervert.â you giggle behind him.
âBut you love it.â he sneers.
Touché.
Drained of all energy, you finally collapse on the bed, facing the ceiling. Logan hovers above you, massaging your limbs attentively. He places a kiss on both of your hands and another trail of kisses from the valley between your breasts down to your navel. Finally, he comes up to face you. You rub your nose against his lovingly and his lips finally encapture yours in a kiss almost too sweet to believe.
âDid I tire you out, baby?â he asks, scared of having hurt you while being too lost in the moment.
âNo. You know I trust you.â Logan smiles against your mouth at your words and places a kiss on your nose while grabbing your hand to hold in his.
Logan sneakily lowers himself down your body to face your pussy. He places a small kiss on your cunt, that smirk of his making a dangerous appearance again.
âThen let me taste you again.â Logan says with the same intimidating tone that started all of this, the one that foretells an engulfing, alas frightening, erotic escapade.
And so you let him. By the end of the night, youâre stained of him, every inch of your body belonging to this man, the tattoo no longer feels as significant.Â
Because the mark heâs left on you is much more visceral. And no orgasm can compare to the natural feeling of obedience which enthralls you when you lay eyes on him. A feeling perfectly sculpted to match his animalistic urges.
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