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[everythingsinred]

Let's Talk About NatsuMikan: Mikan (pt. 35)

What a nice, even number! 35! We're not done yet, though.

Mikan is now faced with loss, more than ever before. Her fiance is dying and she's the only one who has any ability to undo the damage done to him. The only issue is that her power is finite, and she's just run out...

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Four

We rejoin Mikan in a pretty confusing scenario. Hotaru and the other Class B kids are watching from the time window, Luna has just teleported onto the scene, Shiki and Kazumi always have an air of omnipotence, and I don’t know if Tsubasa and the others returned to the scene but he seems shocked too. 

Whatever.

Mikan remembers Natsume’s promise to save her and his request that she wait for him. She remembers him kissing her nose. She remembers him alive. 

He’s not breathing right now.

He’s wounded, bleeding, surrounded by fire, not breathing.

But his hands are still warm and his fire is still burning, which means he’s still alive. Mikan is relieved, because that all means there’s still a chance she doesn’t have to lose Natsume.

I love the denial and stubbornness. It's not everyday that someone comes back to life after their body shuts down, but don't give up hope!

Because she can’t handle losing Natsume. She obviously doesn’t want to lose any other loved ones, but Natsume has been a risk this whole manga, and nearly every arc since the Reo arc has shown us the lengths Mikan will go to to keep Natsume with her. She rushes back to a terrorist to keep him from killing himself, she uses her alice from all the way across the room so he can’t leave her, she nearly kills herself to keep him from being trapped in a dungeon forever, she despairs over Luna’s bullying and particularly the way Natsume distances himself from her, she pleads with Natsume not to die…

And yet, despite all of that, she still somehow ended up here, with a dying Natsume on the floor before her.

We get another taste of Mikan’s fierce optimism--something that started off natural but has since become her strongest coping mechanism. Natsume won’t die because of this, she says. She can’t believe that he won’t survive. It would crush her. 

Because he’s still alive, Mikan screams out for him to wake up, to open his eyes. She starts to cry as she argues with a (almost) corpse--didn’t he promise to rescue her? That they would see each other again? She’s out, she’s here--he doesn’t have to die anymore. He promised--and he did, over and over, that he wouldn’t do this to her, that he wouldn’t leave her. She doesn’t want to lose any of her friends, but Natsume’s always been the biggest flight risk, so her desire to make him stay put has always been specific and unique to him and her love for him. ESP's warning has come up again because of lots of different people, but nobody's made her think back on it as often as he has. Natsume is, again, different, even if it’s only because she saw this coming and pretended she couldn’t.

His body is getting colder, but she keeps yelling at him, sounding angry now, that he shouldn’t give up and die, that he should choose life with her over killing himself for her, that he’s a LIAR. They were supposed to be together forever! He PROMISED!

I love her anger, how she's yelling at a dead boy, how she needs to believe he'll hear her pleas and listen to her, how her screaming at him is entirely thoughtless because her only thought is NOOOOOO.

And even though she’s still talking, her thoughts become nothing more than NOOOOOOO! because that’s all there is to it, a deep revulsion to the idea of life without Natsume, with every cell in her body rejecting that premise, with every thought incapable of accepting that reality. He can’t die because he promised!

There’s no logic to that argument. It doesn’t matter. Mikan isn’t making sense because this is something she’s been fighting in her own head since she started liking Natsume. Loving him only made it worse and now, after all that romance, the agreements they made, the kissing under the moon, her fantasizing about holding his hand, about going on the train and on dates together, about getting married and being with him forever--It’s all threatened, and it looks like she gambled wrong.

She then inwardly begs God to stop this, to take away the life-shortening alice, because it’s too cruel to Natsume, even if it’s a punishment. Natsume stood above a pile of bodies for her and she embraced him. Whatever dark, horrible things he's ever done, Mikan loved him anyway. Is he being punished for what he's done? Is she being punished for loving him?

“If it is not enough, please let me replace him.”

That’s right, Mikan is so desperate for Natsume to live that she would rather die than watch him die. Does this seem a little strange to you too? It should, because Mikan is simultaneously devastated that Natsume is breaking his promises to be with her forever, while also willing to break that promise too. If she and Natsume were somehow able to switch places, that means Natsume must live while Mikan is dead, which means she’s the liar now. Mikan told Persona he shouldn't throw his life away for anything, but she'd trade hers for Natsume. Ultimately, they are both willing to die for the other. Not just willing--enthusiastic about it. 

“Give him back to me,” she prays, and this is Mikan’s version of Natsume’s “You are mine.” Natsume belongs to her and she doesn’t want anybody to take him from her. He is hers. She wants him back.

She swears she’d do anything to get him back, she’d sacrifice anything.

She embraces him and a large wave of alice emanates from their collapsed bodies.

Poetic cinema.... This was fated, the narrative was always heading here, it was always gonna be like this--beginning with the two of them, ending with the two of them. It was set up from the start!

I do like this part, where this panel looks strikingly similar to the first time Mikan used her alice with Natsume in the Northern Woods. They’ve come full-circle. Mikan doesn’t want Natsume using his alice anymore, but now she’s desperate to save him, not anybody else. 

The hourglass representing his lifespan, representing her alice lifespan shatters.

Natsume’s heart stopped.

Mikan’s alice is gone.

More people gather her in the corridor and Mikan seems to faint from the effort of stopping his alice, falling against his chest with tears in her eyes. 

Natsume’s fire peters out.

Symbolism! Heartbreaking!

Tsubasa has now rejoined them and pleads with someone to teleport Natsume and Mikan to the hospital immediately. Mikan has fainted and Natsume isn’t breathing. But the ESP, so consumed by rage and greed, refuses to allow them to escape, not even to get medical help. Natsume is now useless to him--and is actually an impediment, so he’s better off if the kid croaks. And Mikan will wake up eventually, and then she can finally steal the toxic alice stones from his body.

It seems like a fight is about to break out, but Luna finally switches sides and captures the ESP, shutting him up for good.

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Five

Mikan is temporarily interested in Luna’s actions, but her attention keeps getting drawn back to her dead fiance. 

Luna’s change is very heartfelt and meaningful, and she confesses her love for Kuonji, an undying affection that she can’t deny even now. But he has gone too far. She’s changed her mind too late, and she knows it, but she can’t let him go on this way anymore. She sucks out his soul.

Now that the ESP has been incapacitated for good and the fire has gone out, everyone now joins the ruckus in the corridor. Mikan is still only focused on Natsume and now everyone else is too. We’re talking about a dead child, after all. Not a usual occurrence in this school, surprisingly enough.

The really interesting thing about this is that Natsume should have killed the ESP. Narratively. Because he didn't, it's hard to care about what happens to the ESP anymore. There's something much bigger happening, and it steals all the attention, not just of the characters but of the reader. The reason why this part of the story frustrates me is because nothing anybody does matters at all. Natsume gives up his life to kill the ESP and he fails. Mikan gives up her alice to save Natsume and she fails. Nothing matters and it all feels frustrating and hollow. So much so, that it's difficult to care about this end. The narrative and what would work best for the story seems secondary to the concept of shock and making the reader cry.

Before Natsume can be teleported to a hospital, Hotaru pulls a mechanical spider from his collar, a robot that would tranquilize Natsume if he pushed himself too hard. She had good intentions, but now she’s concerned that the tranquilizer might have hurt him even more. Even though Subaru and Tono are trying their best, Natsume’s heart is still stopped.

It’s not looking good.

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Six

Natsume is in a state of suspended animation and bleeding profusely. “Suspended animation” means that his body has entered a state where bodily functions are no longer occurring but he is not quite dead yet. 

Kazumi approaches Mikan with her and Natsume’s alice stones, telling her to insert them into Natsume. The logic is that when Yuka was in school, doing missions for the ESP, she would steal alices from the dying, causing them to die earlier than they otherwise would. Therefore, perhaps if Mikan inserts this alice stone into Natsume, his life would be prolonged a little bit. He tries to tell her something important, but Mikan has already taken off. 

I'd give anything. When someone said "Count your blessings now, before they're long gone," I guess I just didn't know how I was all wrong. They knew better. Still, you said forever and ever...

I think Mikan knows what Kazumi wants to tell her and it doesn’t matter. She rushes to Natsume’s side and swears that she would give all of her power for Natsume. She remembers their engagement, and his proposal, their promise to be together represented with the stones. It’s symbolic, then, that the stones now are her only hope at making sure they can be together forever. This is her last chance to bring him back.

She inserts the stones. 

Or.

She tries to.

She knows exactly what’s happening, but the timing couldn’t be worse. She doesn’t want it to be true. But Kazumi comes up to her and tells her the hard facts: she has run out of her alice. 

Mikan has had that feeling all night, that she was way too powerful, and releasing way too much of her alice at a time. The way she talked about saving Nobara implies she had that feeling even then, at the beginning of the night, that there was a finite amount left and she was reaching the end. She used her alice in huge quantities in the following hours and now, when she needs it the most, it’s gone. 

The worst!!!

Alices are incredibly personal. Throughout the story, we’ve seen how much alices mean to their owners. We’ve seen how upset Luna and Narumi were about Yuka stealing just a bit of their alices. Class B’s horror at the possibility of losing their alices during the Z Arc. Yuu’s grief at his temporary loss of alice. Mikan is being told now that she has lost her alice, that it’s gone forever now. Alices are a part of a person, and Mikan doesn’t have that part of her anymore. It feels awful to lose something so important.

It feels worse to lose it now.

This was her only chance to save Natsume, and now she can’t even try it because her alice has decided to run out now.

She starts to cry. WHY WOULDN’T SHE? She lost her alice and because of that, she’ll lose her boyfriend too. All she has are these alice stones now, stones she can’t even put into his body. Stones representing the future they were supposed to have together that was stolen from her.

No more kisses. No more sweet romantic words in the moonlight. No dates. No trains. No wedding. No forever.

She stopped Natsume’s fire and now she is no longer an alice. But Kazumi tells her there’s a chance she can restore a little bit of her alice with her alice stone, just enough to insert Natsume’s stone into his body, to keep him alive for just a bit more. There’s a “but” there, that if Mikan uses that small amount of alice to keep Natsume alive, she’ll lose the chance to be an alice again. She’ll have to leave the school for good. She won’t even be able to see him, if that’s the case--

Instant relief, as temporary as it is.

She doesn’t care. She grabs the stone. She absorbs her own power and she cries, even smiling for a bit. Like I said, alices are important. I do believe Natsume is one of the few people who doesn’t have any positive feelings about his alice. Despite all of Mikan’s insecurities, she loves her alice. Because of her alice she was able to follow Hotaru, able to make so many friends and meet Natsume, able to save the people she cares about time and time again, able to make a difference. She has changed and grown because of her time at Alice Academy, because she had an alice. It’s a huge part of her, even if she didn’t know she had it for very long. She gets it back for even just a moment, and she cries in relief. It’s a lovely feeling, to have it back, even if it is tragically temporary. Her instant smile of relief at absorbing the stone makes me think that she already knew deep down that she had lost her alice already. It was a feeling she had.

Now she has it back! Her very important, meaningful alice, a part of her she never wants to lose!

But there’s something else she wants to keep even more.

“Natsume, I give all my alice to you.”

Mikan gives up her alice, her friends, her connections--all of it, for Natsume to live. She knows she won’t even be able to see him after this. She’ll have to leave the school. She’ll have to go far away and never see him. He might die during that time anyway. It doesn’t matter. She wants him to live. They were going to get married, and she’s still intent on that coming true. She wants him to come back and live, no matter what happens, no matter what the price is. 

“I don’t care what I’ll lose for this wish to be granted.”

“Natsume, I love you more than anyone else.”

This is so sweet and intimate, it's strange that they're only twelve. Children shouldn't have to go through this.

Mikan makes the ultimate sacrifice for Natsume here. She gives him all she has in the effort to keep him alive. When Mikan first came to this school, Narumi made a comment about her being Natsume’s “key.” From the beginning, the narrative has set this event up, that Mikan would eventually save Natsume’s life, specifically in regards to his own alice. “Maybe, there’s someone out there in need of your alice,” Narumi said on her first day, on a panel of Natsume. We knew from the beginning that we’d eventually end up here, with Natsume on the brink of death and Mikan being the only one who can save him. This was always meant to happen.

There’s fate, and then there’s the narrative. You can argue about fate being real, but narratives only exist in books. There is a clear narrative from the start, pairing Natsume and Mikan together, putting their destinies on the same track, with their alices being inexplicably connected in a meaningful way, with Natsume being the only person who made her feel like her nullification alice was worth something, with Mikan's alice hinted as the only thing that might bring Natsume relief from his own alice. 

I love everything about Mikan’s scenes with Natsume up to this point.

I hate everything after.

Conclusion

Mikan is giving up everything she has for Natsume to live. This is what the manga has been building up to since she first met him, something the narrative has been preparing us for since the beginning. The narrative says Mikan should save Natsume here. I'm tolerant of the story up to this point. I have my issues, but narrative-wise, I can accept what happens. After this specific part, that changes.

I'm posting in a manner that will bring me to 40 total parts. For Zoe's and Crim's sake since they thought 38 and 39 would be terrible. The next few parts might be short as a result but maybe that'll make them easier to read. I'll try posting once a day until this essay is complete. Thanks for understanding.

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[lizspearmint21]

[glossgojo]

picture perfect guy

rooster x afab!reader | 2.5k words

summary: it’s not like you ever forget your boyfriend is strong but seeing it so blatantly displayed makes you dizzy

cw: 18+ MDNI, smut, strength k!nk (?), sweat k!nk (if u squint), size k!nk, man-handling, no protection don’t be like them, p in v, reader is down bad, secret relationship, big d!ck rooster, he’s just big in general, shorter reader, reader works in the navy, lowkey power dynamics where reader is higher up, rank k!nk, pet names (girl, baby, etc), fuck the army in more ways than one

you heard what happened in the simulation, working at top gun meant that the pilot training was of utmost importance. no one knew about your relationship and you wanted to keep it that way until the mission ended.

you made your way to the tarmac, wanting to see your boyfriend and your friends doing their punishment. in fairness as maverick’s right hand you had valid reason to make sure they did as told. your boots hitting the sweltering pavement as you made out your boyfriend doing push ups. you were sure his hands were burning up and his body was screaming from exhaustion, you grew closer seeing hondo watching them. you did your best to pay equal attention to phoenix and bob but failed completely as you heard rooster grunting. sweat beaded down his forehead and his skin shined under the sun, a sheen of perspiration on his muscular arms. you swallowed down hard, tearing your gaze from him as you looked to hondo for a count, he looked at you with a wry look and yelled out, “150.”

“i can take over, it’s hot as hell out here.” you elbowed him, he shot you a smile before counting once more and giving you an appreciative nod of the head. your eyes quickly returned to rooster. he grunted once more, moving up and down only looking up when you yelled out the next number. his furrowed brows and glare dissipated like a lovestruck puppy as he met your eyes, you shook your head to dissuade him, to try and make his response less obvious. luckily you turned to find hondo already walking away. bob and phoenix were too busy fighting the ache in their arms to notice or care. it wasn’t like you were the best actors in the world, hangman made countless jokes at the expense of both of you until you reminded him of your rank. you continued counting not missing how bradley’s eyes never seemed to leave you. he was sneaking glances as much as he could, even craning his head as you walked towards bob when you noticed him slacking off. “eyes forward rooster,” you didn’t have to look at him to see his eyes squarely planted on your ass.

you knew your boyfriend was strong, but times like this reminded you just how strong. your rooster, your bradley was mostly gentle with you. when you first started dating you had no idea just how his training affected him, even saying that you were too heavy to sit on his lap. you still remember his slightly offended expression as he tugged you onto his lap and said, “baby i could bench two of you, are you trying to hurt my feelings?” his words, just like they did the first time he said it, made your stomach drop and your thighs squeeze together. you wanted him so badly, wanted him to break you. you knew you were being unfair, the man was 165 push-ups deep in the sweltering california heat. it didn’t stop your greedy eyes from raking over his frame once again, his back muscles bulging through his black shirt as he strained them. you felt your heartbeat pick up and move south. this was torture, for all parties involved. you unbuttoned a few buttons of your uniform, it was lower than you’d usually wear in the base but the only person who had their eyes on you was bradley. the remaining push-ups went as well as they could’ve, all three lieutenants struggling against their bodies grunting and groaning as they struggled through. when it was finally over bob collapsed to the ground, welcoming the hot pavement against his skin. phoenix and rooster shakily stood. you told them both good work, offering bob a hand up which he refused. “just need to catch my breath.” you nodded and threw him a water bottle from the cooler nearby. rooster and phoenix helped themselves to the drinks. phoenix said something about needing to wash up which you nodded dumbly at not really listening when your stupidly handsome boyfriend was drinking down water like his life depended on it, water dribbling down his chin. your eyes tracked the drops as they ran down his neck and under his shirt, you so badly wanted to lick them off, feel the cool liquid against your lips but most importantly feel skin on yours. you felt an inexplicable urge to just lick him clean, you’d blame it on the heat. your entire body burned with a need for him, to taste him to drink him in, to have him. bradley groaned as he finished off his bottle, your mouth slightly agape when he caught your stare and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. his eyes flashed from confusion to all knowing, he could practically feel the desire radiating off you.

“lieutenant bradshaw, are you done for the day?” you should’ve known the answer, he was under your jurisdiction after all, but your mind couldn’t recall anything about today besides his arms and back. bradley licked his lips, feeling himself grow half-hard at the use of his rank. his breath was shallow as he spoke next.

“i’ll be leaving in 15 minutes after i shower.” his eyes flick down to your opened collar you’d forgotten about that until his wide brown eyes seemed to get wider at the sight. you buttoned up, noticing the small pout to his lips. it truly was a miracle the entire base didn’t know due to how obvious your boyfriend was.

“what a coincidence so will i.” you said, shooting him a small smile before heading off towards the base. you heard him running up to your side, following you back inside.

15 minutes later exactly, you found bradley waiting for you next to his truck. he opened the door for you and you put your hand over his as you entered. you both agreed after almost being caught in your office not to do anything physical on the base. that meant as soon as you were off the base, his hand slid onto your bare thigh, you’d changed into a sundress just like he changed into shorts and his usual hawaiian shirt. you were already so desperate for him, his rough large hand covered your thigh and you squirmed in your seat. the drive to bradley and your’s place felt longer than usual, neither of you breaking the silence. after what felt like years you both entered your home, tugging bradley to you by his shirt, your lips finding his as you leaned up onto your toes. he gasped into your mouth, his mustache tickling against you, his arms encircled your waist and you moaned at the feeling. his arms had driven you insane all day and now they were squeezing you like you were nothing. bradley pulled back at the noise, shocked at how you were so gone from a kiss alone, not knowing your train of thought. you leaned back, moving your arms from around his neck to touch his arms, you trailed them up and down feeling the muscle there as bradley watched you, slowly piecing the puzzle together.

“is my girl all worked up from watching me work-out?” his voice was hushed, heavy with want and you felt heat surge between your thighs as he aptly deduced what had you so dizzy.

“you’re so strong, so big, God bradley.” your hands trailed up his arms, to the broadness of his shoulders, traveled to his back to feel the raw power there too. bradley couldn’t help but let that comment get to head as he took in your dazed expression and smirked. at times like this he wondered how he got so lucky. he pulled you closer, his arms tightening around your waist as your chest pressed against his. he could feel all of you now, you could feel his hard-on against your stomach. you looked up at his eyes, finally tearing them away from his body. you whimpered as he lifted you clean off the floor, not even flinching or breaking eye contact. you were a doll in his hold, propped up so he could get a good look at you, finally eye level with him. your breathing got shallower, and bradley had confirmed all he needed to know, hauling you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bedroom.

bradley easily threw you on the bed, stealing the air from your lungs as you crawled up the bed. he pulled his shirt off, his tank to go next, only his dog tags against his bare toned chest. your cheeks flushed as his gaze met yours, his eyes dark with lust, pupils blown wide surrounded by hazel. you were sure you weren’t any different. “pretty, always so fucking pretty.” he murmured, in a daze just like you, wrapping a hand on your ankle and pulling you towards him, at the edge of your bed. his strength, the way he easily threw you around, made your thighs clench and bradley didn’t miss it this time. smirking as he hovered over you, pulling you by the back of your head to kiss him. he pulled back only to kiss your neck, then your collarbone, before he was pushing your sleeve down, ripping the seam in the process, making you hiss. too fucking strong and too fucking desperate for you, you were choking back a moan but didn’t want to egg him on.

“roo! i like this dress.” you gasped as he continued to kiss you, unwavered by your torn sleeve. you half wondered if you could sew it up, your thought being cut off when his teeth scraped against the top of your breast.

“i’ll buy you a new one doll.” you whined in response as he pulled the front of your dress down, cupping your breasts over your bra. you pushed at his chest, not even moving him but he moved back as you pulled the dress over your head. he quickly unclasped your bra and his kisses turned to bites, one hand kneading one breast as the other teased your nipple. his lips bit and sucked at each nipple, blowing air on it to make it even more sensitive. meanwhile you were bucking under his hold, begging for more, begging for him to touch you.

“please bradley, please,” your pleas were falling on dead ears as he sucked and pinned you down. you had to pull out the big guns. “please lieutenant bradshaw touch me.” his eyes snapped back to your face, his teeth dragging off your tender nipple.

“i’m touching you now.” his hands were circling your waist, keeping you in place. his tone was teasing, he knew what you needed but he wanted you to beg.

“please just fuck me.” and that’s all it took, bradley never was one for dragging things out. you both were already aching for each other. he lifted you up and instead of pushing you further up, he was lifting you clean off the bed, to stand. you legs wrapped around his waist and his hands lifted you up by the underside of your thighs. you looked at him to try and understand what he was doing until one hand left your thigh and you heard his fly unzip. he was gonna fuck you while standing, while supporting your entire weight. you were sure you had soaked through your underwear, bradley would know anyways since his member was freed and poking against your clothed entrance. bradley pushed your underwear to the side, it made you feel even filthier than you did now. bradley cursed under his breath, rubbing his head against you, collecting the slick there and coating his member with it. you whined and twitched as his tip caught against your clit. you’d start dripping on your hardwood floor if he didn’t fuck you already.

“ready baby?” you nodded enthusiastically with hooded eyes, one of your hands playing with his chain as he pushed the tip in. you gasped at the stretch, no matter how many times he fucked you, you’d never get used to how fucking big he was. he stretched you wide and filled you all the way up. he slowly pushed in, letting you adjust like always. you pressed a kiss to his lips as you looked down with a slight nod for him to move.

maybe you shouldn’t have made your newfound affinity for his strength so blatant, because bradley lifted you up and plunged you back down so viciously you saw stars. his tip bruised your cervix and you swear you could feel the veins on his cock stamp your walls. you were clenching around him, the sounds of your slick pouring out of you and the slap of skin against skin filled the room making your head spin. bradley never let up his pace, his breathing growing shallow as he used like a sex toy. “fuck bradley, s-so deep.” you whined out, leaning your forehead against his. you felt his was wet with sweat and you clenched at the memory of him from earlier today. you watched a bead of sweat roll down the side of his head and this time you caught it with your tongue. bradley lost any self control he was holding onto at that.

“you’re killing me baby.” his pace grew brutal, turning you into a babbling mess as he began thrusting up while still hammering you on his cock. you grabbed onto his hair, grabbed his arms his shoulders, dug your nails into his back and clawed, anything you could do to ground yourself. nothing stopped the earth-shattering pleasure from washing over you in waves. everything felt sensitive, your nipples erect as they ground against him from every thrust. you felt yourself close and you knew bradley was too, could feel him tensing up under you. with one final thrust, he came inside filling you past the brim, his cum mixed with yours leaking out the side. you came with him, twitching in his hold as he fucked you both through it, milking him for all he had. he never moved you off as he walked you both to bed, lying you down, spooning you from behind. the angle let him stay inside, not letting anything leak, just like you both liked.

“so the push-ups huh?” bradley whispered against the shell of your ear, pulling your underwear off finally and hugging you closer. his dick going even deeper.

“uh huh, you looked too damn good lieutenant.” at the mention of his rank, you felt his dick twitch and you couldn’t stop the giggle from escaping your lips. you both were insatiable. it wasn’t long before you were worked up again, bradley filling you up and proving just how strong he was all over again.

a/n: possibly my filthiest one-shot to date? that can easily be beaten but something about sweaty bradley bradshaw makes me FERAL…. i will not be taking questions ab it <3

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Apartment Phone # : 2668

Occupation : Shoemaker

Relations : Robertsky Peachman {Younger Brother}

Age : 44

Birthday : April 14th 1911

Zodiac Sign : Aries

Height : 5'8" (173 cm)

Weight : 183 lbs (83 kg)

Blood Type : AB-

Origin : United States

"Anthem" : My Name Is Stain by Shaka Ponk

Appearance :

LISTED :

Has a Moustache

Prominent Chin

Big Nose

Big Eyebrows

2. OTHERS :

Ginger Hair

Blue and White Shirt

Angus Ciprianni :

ID Number : 565003698845

Apartment : F01-03

Apartment Phone # : 5513

Occupation : Businessman

Relations : Unknown

Age : 33

Birthday : February 3rd 1922

Zodiac Sign : Aquarius

Height : 5'10" (178 cm)

Weight : 146 lbs (66 kg)

Blood Type : A+

Origin : Italy

"Anthem" : Risky Business by Jorge Blanco

Appearance :

LISTED :

Long Neck

Wears a Hat

Has a Moustache

Small Eyes

2. OTHERS :

Short Brown Hair

Purple Suit and Hat

White Shirt Collar

Red Necktie

Elenois Sverchzt :

ID Number : 845323014956

Apartment : F01-04

Apartment Phone # : 6996

Occupation : Model

Relations : Selenne Sverchzt {Twin Sister}

Age : 22

Birthday : March 1st 1933

Zodiac Sign : Pisces

Height : 6'2" (188 cm)

Weight : 106 lbs (48 kg)

Blood Type : B+

Origin : Germany

"Anthem" : Fancy by Iggy Azalea

Appearance :

LISTED :

Mole on Left Cheek

Small Pointed Nose

Slim

Long Neck

2. OTHERS :

Short Curly Hazel Hair

Yellow Dress, Orange Stripes

Ahoge Curl to the Right

Triangle Golden Earrings

Selenne Sverchzt :

ID Number : 785613269514

Apartment : F01-04

Apartment Phone # : 6996

Occupation : Model

Relations : Elenois Sverchzt {Twin Sister}

Age : 22

Birthday : March 1st 1933

Zodiac Sign : Pisces

Height : 6'2" (188 cm)

Weight : 106 lbs (48 kg)

Blood Type : B+

Origin : Germany

"Anthem" : FASHION by Britney Manson

Appearance :

LISTED :

Mole on Right Cheek

Small Pointed Nose

Slim

Long Neck

2. OTHERS :

Short Curly Hazel Hair

Orange Dress, Red Stripes

Ahoge Curl to the Left

Square Golden Earrings

Floor 2 :

Arnold Schmicht :

ID Number : 778566219322

Apartment : F02-01

Apartment Phone # : 5123

Occupation : Writer

Relations : Gloria Schmicht {Wife}

Age : 49

Birthday : October 21st 1906

Zodiac Sign : Libra

Height : 5'0" (152 cm)

Weight : 179 lbs (81 kg)

Blood Type : A-

Origin : Germany / Afro-American

"Anthem" : À La Faveur De L'Automne by Tété ft. Jérémy Frérot

Appearance :

LISTED :

Big Eyebrows

Prominent Mustache

Wears a Hat

Round Face

2. OTHERS :

Short Curly Dark Brown Hair

Green Suit and Hat

White Shirt

Red Necktie

Gloria Schmicht :

ID Number : 698522341150

Apartment : F02-01

Apartment Phone # : 5123

Occupation : Banker

Relations : Arnold Schmicht {Husband}

Age : 40

Birthday : August 22nd 1915

Zodiac Sign : Leo

Height : 5'1" (155 cm)

Weight : 218 lbs (99 kg)

Blood Type : O+

Origin : Hungary / Afro-American

"Anthem" : Money, Money, Money by ABBA

Appearance :

LISTED :

Round Face

Mole on Right Cheek

Short Hair

Round Nose

2. OTHERS :

Short Curly Dark Brown Hair

Yellow Eyes

Round Yellow Earrings

Purple Scarf

Izaack Gauss :

ID Number : 456985512369

Apartment : F02-02

Apartment Phone # : 7332

Occupation : Reporter

Relations : Unknown

Age : 39

Birthday : July 23rd 1916

Zodiac Sign : Leo

Height : 6'5" (196cm)

Weight : 209 lbs (95 kg)

Blood Type : A+

Origin : Germany / United States

"Anthem" : American Idiot by Green Day

Appearance :

LISTED :

Big Eyebrows

Big Smile

Prominent Chin

Big Nose

2. OTHERS :

Short Black Hair

Blue Eyes

Dark Grey Suit

White Shirt

Dull Blue Necktie

Margarette Bubbles :

ID Number : 103268014590

Apartment : F02-03

Apartment Phone # : 6431

Occupation : Seamstress

Relations : Unknown

Age : 56

Birthday : July 10th 1899

Zodiac Sign : Cancer

Height : 5'11" (180 cm)

Weight : 225 lbs (102 kg)

Blood Type : AB-

Origin : United States (Wisconsin)

"Anthem" : Bubbly by Colbie Caillat

Appearance :

LISTED :

Curly Hazel Hair

Deviated Left Eye

Round Nose

Big Smile

2. OTHERS :

Pearl Necklace

Yellow Dress, Orange Dots

Round Yellow Earrings

Nacha Mikaelys :

ID Number : 789653665413

Apartment : F02-04

Apartment Phone # : 1346

Occupation : Chef

Relations : Anastacha Mikaelys {Daughter}

Francis Mosses {Implied Ex}

Age : 29

Birthday : November 13th 1926

Zodiac Sign : Scorpio

Height : 5'3" (160 cm)

Weight : 121 lbs (55 kg)

Blood Type : A+

Origin : United States

"Anthem" : Careless by Neffex

Appearance :

LISTED :

Right Eye Blue

Left Eye Green

Curly Brown Hair

She has Freckles

Round Face

2. OTHERS :

Purple Hair Tie and Shirt with White Collar

Anastacha Mikaelys :

ID Number : 132698534462

Apartment : F02-04

Apartment Phone # : 1346

Occupation : Student

Relations : Nacha Mikaelys {Mother}

Francis Mosses {Implied Father}

Age : 13

Birthday : May 26th 1942

Zodiac Sign : Gemini

Height : 4'11" (150 cm)

Weight : 99 lbs (45 kg)

Blood Type : A-

Origin : United States

"Anthem" : Ma Chérie by Stéphane

Appearance :

LISTED :

Tired Eyes

Two Ponytails

Brown Hair

Small Nose

Round Face

2. OTHERS :

Purple and White School Uniform

Purple Hair Ties

Pink School Bag

Floor 3 :

Mia Stone :

ID Number : 789564525115

Apartment : F03-01

Apartment Phone # : 1425

Occupation : Teacher

Relations : Dr. W. Afton {Fiancé)

Age : 27

Birthday : September 15th 1928

Zodiac Sign : Virgo

Height : 5'6" (167 cm)

Weight : 132 lbs (60 kg)

Blood Type : A+

Origin : England

"Anthem" : Thank U, Next by Ariana Grande

Appearance :

LISTED :

Long Blonde Hair

Small Round Nose

She has Freckles

Oval Face

Thin Eyebrows

2. OTHERS :

Pearl Necklace

Round Silver Earrings

Pink Eye Make-Up

Red Shirt

Dr. W. Afton :

ID Number : 250489656214

Apartment : F03-01

Apartment Phone # : 1425

Occupation : Physicist

Relations : Mia Stone {Fiancée}

Age : 31

Birthday : June 25th 1926

Zodiac Sign : Cancer

Height : 5'5" (165 cm)

Weight : 150 lbs (68 kg)

Blood Type : A-

Origin : United States

"Anthem" : Valentine by Maneskin

Appearance :

LISTED :

Robust Eyebrows

Wears Grey Glasses

Short Blue Hair

Round Nose

Square Head

2. OTHERS :

Green Shirt with Many Pockets

White Shirt Collar

Red Necktie

Francis Mosses :

ID Number : 235569418995

Apartment : F03-02

Apartment Phone # : 4122

Occupation : Milkman

Relations : Nacha Mikaelys {Implied Ex}

Anastacha Mikaelys {Implied Daughter}

Age : 30

Birthday : April 23rd 1925

Zodiac Sign : Taurus

Height : 5'7" (170 cm)

Weight : 170 lbs (77 kg)

Blood Type : A+

Origin : United States (Pennsylvania)

"Anthem" : Strangers by Lewis Capaldi

Appearance :

LISTED :

Long Nose

Thin Chin

Tired Eyes

Short Brown Hair

Wears a White Hat

2. OTHERS :

White Shirt

Black Bowtie

Steven Rudboys :

ID Number : 565845455965

Apartment : F03-03

Apartment Phone # : 4242

Occupation : Pilot

Relations : Mclooy Rudboys {Father}

Age : 28

Birthday : November 24th 1927

Zodiac Sign : Sagittarius

Height : 6'1" (185 cm)

Weight : 205 lbs (93 kg)

Blood Type : B+

Origin : United States (Texas)

"Anthem" : Children Of The Sky by Imagine Dragons

Appearance :

LISTED :

Big Nose

Wears Grey Sunglasses

Short Brown Mohawk-Like Hair

Small Head

2. OTHERS :

Green Pilot Jacket with Badges

White Shirt

Military Necklace

Mclooy Rudboys :

ID Number : 964516184611

Apartment : F03-03

Apartment Phone # : 4242

Occupation : Retired

Relations : Steven Rudboys {Son}

Age : 71

Birthday : May 16th 1884

Zodiac Sign : Taurus

Height : 6'0" (183 cm)

Weight : 190 lbs (86 kg)

Blood Type : O+

Origin : United States (Texas)

"Anthem" : Shotgun by George Ezra

Appearance :

LISTED :

Has a Grey Moustache

Big Nose

Has a Grey Goatee

Smokes

ALWAYS Wears a Hat

2. OTHERS :

Grey Short Hair

Light Grey Shirt, White Sleeves

White Hat

Red Scarf

Alf Cappuccin :

ID Number : 120548096347

Apartment : F03-04

Apartment Phone # : 4258

Occupation : Lawyer

Relations : Rafttellyn Cappuccin {Wife}

Age : 64

Birthday : October 12th 1891

Zodiac Sign : Libra

Height : 4'7" (140 cm)

Weight : 161 lbs (73 kg)

Blood Type : A+

Origin : United States (New Jersey)

"Anthem" : Where The Streets Have No Name by U2

Appearance :

LISTED :

Big Nose

Prominent Grey Moustache

Use a Golden Monocle

Wears a Black Hat

Round Face

2. OTHERS :

Grey Sideburns Hairstyle

Black Suit with White Shirt Underneath

Red Bowtie

Rafttellyn Cappuccin :

ID Number : 568554596329

Apartment : F03-04

Apartment Phone # : 4258

Occupation : Housewife

Relations : Alf Cappuccin {Husband}

Age : 46

Birthday : September 29th 1909

Zodiac Sign : Scorpio

Height : 5'9" (175 cm)

Weight : 154 lbs (70 kg)

Blood Type : A+

Origin : Italy / United States

"Anthem" : Would I Lie To You by Texas

Appearance :

LISTED :

Long Face

Big Nose

Straight Bluish Purple Hair

Wears a Light Pink Headband

2. OTHERS :

Small Yellow Earrings

Pearl Necklace

Red and Green Dress with Flower Motif

Brown Leather Handbag

[nhlclover]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 | 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒

summary: your relationship hits a rocky patch and a fight tests your love.

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of alcohol

note: based on 'just give me a reason' by p!nk. wrote this between the hours of 1 and 5 am, peak night owl behaviour. also I left the ending up for interpretation so you can imagine your own :)

word count: 2.0k

Right from the moment you met, Quinn had your heart.

With your mothers having been teammates once upon a time they decided to reunite. You were invited to the Hughes’s home and introduced to Ellen’s sons; Quinn, Jack, and Luke. You were drawn to the eldest Hughes boy immediately. Quinn was different than his brothers. While Jack and Luke were quite rambunctious, Quinn was reserved. His darker features attracted you quickly.

You guys connected that day, exchanging numbers. Quinn asked you on a date not a while later and the two of you began dating not long after that. The pair of you worked well together, your odds and ends balancing together.

You let yourself be vulnerable with Quinn. He saw the parts of you that weren’t all that pretty, the parts of you that you’d always desperately wished could be fixed. But with every touch, he fixed them.

It was your mom that warned you about being in a relationship with someone with such a profession, something she knew from first-hand experience. A profession that requires late nights, weeks out of town, and endless dedication. You assured her, and in turn, yourself, that you knew what you were getting into. You knew what dating Quinn meant, and you were willing to sacrifice a lot for him.

You had yourself convinced that it was fine. That you were okay with the “system” you and Quinn had set up.

When it began to change between the two of you, neither of you was sure of it. It was gradual and took a minute for both of you to see, but when you did it was painstakingly obvious. Empty sheets now lay between you, cold. Quinn’s loving words were now few and far between. Deep and meaningful conversations were replaced by the painfully dull small talk you’d had a million times.

Quinn’s practices began to run late as he worked on perfecting his game, followed by time at the gym spent becoming more agile and lean. Plans for date nights fizzled out, and boy's nights became more of a priority for him.

It was now painfully obvious what had happened. Somewhere along the way, hockey had become his main priority. It sits far above you. Somewhere along the way, hockey became less of his passion and more of a soul-sucking, energy-consuming task that leaves the stressed and unhappy version of Quinn behind for you to deal with. Something you can no longer withstand.

It was starting to take effect on you now and your friends noticed. It didn’t take much convincing for you to send your boyfriend a quick text while he was at a game letting him know you’d gone out for the night. You left no indication of when you’d be home because truly you didn’t know, nor did you have a plan.

Out at a downtown Vancouver bar, one you knew Quinn and his teammates would never step foot in following a game, you spilled all your repressed emotions out to your friends. You told them every detail. You weren’t sure whether you wanted advice or not but you got some anyways.

“Listen, none of these boys know you’re taken and I’m sure any one of them would be happy to take you to the men's bathroom and give you what you’ve been needing.” Your friend Alicia says.

“Absolutely not, do not cheat on him.” Your other friend Georgia says. “I think you guys just need to talk it out. I don’t think this is the end of you guys. Y’know… you’re not broken just bent.”

You contemplate Georgia’s words the rest of the night, your first drink coincidentally becoming your last. You spend the rest of the night listening to your friends' woes, babysitting them as they got drunker and drunker.

It was well past three when you sent them on their way and headed back to yours and Quinn’s.

You shoved your key in the lock, attempting to unlock an already open lock. He had left it unlocked, not knowing when you would come home. Quinn, trying to stay awake until he knew you were home safe, had only just drifted off to sleep on the couch. He jolted awake at the sound of your keys jingling around.

Eventually, you discover that the lock was already open, cursing when you enter the home. Quinn watches you take off your heeled boots, cursing once more when you roll your ankle after stumbling out of your shoes.

Quinn glances at the clock on the wall which reads quarter to four in the morning. He rubs his eyes, gets up from the couch and comes to the hall. You stay oblivious to your boyfriend, tossing your keys in the dish, and shrugging off your leather jacket onto the floor. You suddenly spot Quinn in your dark living room, leaning against the back of a lounge chair.

“Christ, Quinn. You scared me.” You say, setting your purse down on the table in the front hall.

“Where the hell were you?” He asks, his tired voice scratching your ears. You can sense the anger in his voice, but you’re slightly confused as to why.

“I was at the bar… with the girls… you knew that, Quinn.” You say, your voice coming out slightly condescending.

“Yeah, but the bars close at 3 in Vancouver.” He says, pointing to the clock. “It’s almost 4 in the goddamn morning, y/n.”

“We went out after, walked around.” You tell him. That was true. You and your friends, after getting kicked out of the bar at closing time, went walking in downtown Vancouver, before finding a park and sitting down in the play structure to vent about your problems.

Quinn groans, rubbing his face. His exhaustion is noticeable in his dark circles and drooping eyes.

“Quinn you could’ve checked my location, it’s still on for you.” You tell him.

“That’s not the point, y/n!” He exclaims. “You didn’t call, you didn't text… nothing! I didn’t know if you were safe or not or when you were gonna come home.”

A pang of guilt washes over you. You could only imagine the roles being reversed, not knowing where he was and whether or not you were going to get to sleep next to him that night or not.

“Y/n, I’ve been up all night waiting for you. And I have practice tomorrow.” He says.

The guilt that was just there washes away as he says those words. “God, enough with the fucking hockey.” You groan, walking into the bedroom.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Quinn asks, following you down the hall.

You begin to change out of your ‘going out outfit’, discarding your skirt and flimsy top to the floor. Under any other circumstance, Quinn would love to see you like this. But the anger was clouding over any other emotion he would possibly be feeling right now.

“It’s always about hockey with you Quinn!” You shout slipping into sweat shorts and a t-shirt, purposefully not putting on one of the many ones you stole from Quinn. “That’s your main fucking priority.”

“Well yeah, it’s kind of my job.” He says.

Before you can counter him, he speaks again. “You know what, I’m too fucking tired and you’re too fucking drunk for us to be arguing right now.” He says, heading over to his side of the bed.

“I am not fucking drunk.” You hiss.

“You’ve been out at a bar for the past six hours, y/n.” Quinn reminds you.

“I wasn’t drinking the whole time, dick.” You say. “I need a drink.”

You head out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. You can hear Quinns’ bare feet padding on the wooden floor, hot on your trail. “Are you serious?” He asks. You ignore him, going into your liquor cabinet, and pulling out a bottle of white wine.

“Is this a game to you?” Quinn asks, leaning on the counter.

You pause from unscrewing the cap and look up at your boyfriend. “No Quinn it’s quite the fucking opposite, I’m sick of playing fucking games.” You say.

Quinns’ brows furrow together, not understanding what you mean. Your pent-up rage, the rage that had been forming over the past few months, now was finally bubbling to the surface. It makes it hard for words to form, your little squeaks coming out with no words as you search for the right ones.

“You don’t love me anymore.” You finally manage out.

Quinns’ expression is even more confused now, but now contains a note of hurt. “What are you talking about y/n?” He asks softly. “Of course I still love you.”

Quinn reaches out for your hands but you pull away. “Quinn…when you’re not at practice or a game, you’re out with the boys. I actually cannot remember the last time we had a proper date. And- and when’s the last time you called me dreamgirl?” You ask, mentioning the pet name he would call you. “And I don’t want to break up-”

“Woah, who said anything about breaking up?” Quinn interrupts, stepping towards you.

“Quinn I feel like I’m living with a stranger!” You shout, your hands flying up. “When’s the last time you held me? Hm? When’s the last time you came home after a roadie and instantly scooped me up, carrying me to the bed? I mean, fuck, when was the last time you kissed me? And I mean really kissed me and not the sorry excuses of a peck you give me before you leave me again?”

This renders Quinn speechless as he actually tries to remember the last time you two were intimate. His teeth are grinding together, his chest going up and down with every heavy breath he takes.

“I just can’t do this anymore.” You tell him softly.

“Then tell me what you want.” He responds, matching your tone. “Do you want this to end?”

“No, god no, I already said I don’t—”

“Then what do you want, y/n?” Quinn asks, his anger reappearing. “Because I am trying so fucking hard right now. With everything! With hockey, the entire fate of the fucking franchise is on my shoulders right now. So please, tell me what it is that you want.”

“I want my boyfriend back!” You scream. Tears spill over your waterline. They stain streaks on your cheeks, landing on the hardwood beneath your feet. You step over to Quinn, standing right in front of him. He doesn’t back down like you expect him to. “I want to feel loved by the person that’s supposed to love me.”

You’re jabbing at his chest, and looking into his eyes, you notice tears beginning to form.

“I want to come home and know that you’re happy to see me. That I am a source of joy. I don’t want to have to worry about it being awkward between the two of us.” You continue, now pounding your fists on Quinns’ chest. He takes every hit allowing your anger to spill out. “I just want you to love me, that’s all I want. All I fucking want is to be loved. Please just…”

Your words melt in sobs, Quinn gripping your hands and pulling you into his chest. He holds you tightly, sobs wracking your entire body. You grip onto Quinns’ t-shirt, holding yourself steady as your knees threaten to give way. He keeps you steady, placing soft kisses on the top of your head.

The sun now started to raise on the two of you. The morning sun paints the sky a pale orange, a stark contrast to the energy within the walls of your home.

[mylittleredgirl]

spotify daylist playlist titles are usually word salad, but somehow these things are even more absurd when they’re not. “80s retro wednesday afternoon” sounds normal but i’m 18 songs deep now and not a single one was released in the 1980s. in fact they’re iconic, even defining songs from decades that are not the 80s. mambo number 5. september earth wind and fire. pumped up kicks. exes and ohs. the original come and get your love? tubthumpin? p!nk?? gwen stefani?? was a single jonas brother even alive in the 80s? crazy gnarls barkley. cake by the ocean. theeeee marvin gaye?? seriously?? they’re saying ain’t no mountain high enough is from the 80s???? all star by smash mouth???????

[kylieswift31]

Are you not entertained?!

Looking back it's clear that Taylor Swift knew she would be involved with Travis Kelce, the Chiefs and their football games long before their relationship started. This allowed her time to plan and leave a trail of breadcrumbs along the way so that looking back it felt like an invisible string tying them both together.

Just like a broken clock is right twice a day, leaving a plethora of Easter eggs increases the feeling that they were meant to be together all along for anyone that choose not to see past the facade of Taylor™. Many of the connections are simple and obvious, such as the number 87, the combination of red and yellow and football themed references. Others are more of a shot in the dark but have a bigger payoff if they end up foreshadowing something really specific years in advance.

To understand how Taylor has been able to plan so far in advance we shouldn't be looking backwards at what has happened in the past, instead we should put ourselves in Taylor's shoes to consider the steps she would take knowing what was to come in the future. This would begin with researching the topic and learning about the history of football and sport in general. "I want to tell a sports story because I had just watched the last dance." In the folklore long pond studio sessions Taylor and Aaron Dessner discuss the reasons behind why they created the song 'epiphany'. Watching movies and reading books that feature sports stars is a great place to start looking for inspiration to gauge what the public is familiar with.

The next step would be to pick out specific references to hint at in interviews, outfits and social media posts. These take a little more effort to pull off but mostly relate to future projects Taylor has already planned out. The Easter egging begins to reach mastermind status when the foreshadowing links to events outside of Taylor's immediate control. The most recent example of this is the new Pepsi commercial inspired by Gladiator that ends with Travis saying "Are you not entertained?!" This is the same Gladiator quote that Taylor referenced in the Time person of the year interview that she did late last year. It's possible she knew about this commercial ahead of time before her interview.

This is a recreation of the Pepsi commercial that was made in 2000 featuring Britney Spears, Beyonce and P!nk. They were dressed as scantily clad warriors singing a cover of Queen's 'we will rock you' while being attacked by lions. The remake features Megan Thee Stallion singing the same song as Travis and his teammates are being attacked by tigers. This is an interesting choice of predator considering they end up locking one of the tigers in a cage. We've seen many tiger references in Taylor's work including the fearless tiger stripe outfit and the "way to go tiger" lyrics in 'Peter". If we consider what Taylor would have been inspired by as she was planning ahead, the original version of this commercial would have been a perfect example of female sportsmanship displayed in a male dominated industry.

Just like the eye of the storm can trick you into thinking the storm is over, the end of the international leg of the eras tour wasn't the end of Taylor's story. This new commercial is just like the second half of the Truman show when the camera zooms out to reveal the dome Truman has been living in. Everything we're seeing during this break feels jarring after being so focused on the details of the eras tour each night. This is intentional, allowing us room to zoom out to see the bigger picture and the role the director has been playing all along to script the narrative. And even though Taylor isn’t visibly associated with this commercial, it feels like a connection to her story when she’s selling out the same stadiums all by herself over and over again.

All of these connections between Taylor and Travis feel synchronistic in hindsight, yet are logical connections if you're planning ahead of time regardless of the motivation behind it. If you believe they're in love it will seem like fate or a coincidence that they both used the same quote. If you believe Pepsi and the NFL are using Taylor to increase their sales then you will see how they reused her quote to gain attention. If you believe Taylor contributed her ideas to benefit her PR relationship then you will see that she used the quote to foreshadow the new commercial. And if you believe this is all a part of the performance art you will see that it's another piece of the bigger story being told. Either way it creates yet another connection between Taylor and three of the most powerful and successful pop stars of our generation.

After all, are you not entertained?

A tortured poet,

Kylie x

[beautifulfuckup99]

Girlllllllll I just love yooouuuu

Can we get a Yoongi smut where he is older than the reader and that makes him protective, possessive yet obsessed boyfriend.

i cant get enough of this man 🥵🥵🥵

Yes, ma'am!

Title: Bored.

Warning(s): Age-Gap Relationship, Dom!Yoongi, Sugar Zaddy!Suga (lol), Daddy K!nk, Age-P!ay (Nothing too weird lol)

Author's Note: Age gap is gonna be 10 years, and this is a ;Non-Idol!AU', But it IS a 'Rich!bfYoongi' fic. So enjoy!

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Knock Knock

Yoongi sighs deeply as he looks up from the huge amount of paperwork that he needed to go through before Monday's big meeting. "Yeah?" He calls out and the door opens slowly to reveal his beautiful girlfriend of about a year and a half now. He pauses and leans back in his chair as he eyes his college-aged sweetheart. "Y/N Y/L/N. To what do I owe this visit?" He teases a bit and Y/N smiles shyly.

"Hi, baby!" Y/N sings as she bounces into the room wearing the blue, thinned-strapped, sundress Yoongi had gotten shipped out from Italy for their one-month anniversary. Yoongi lets his eyes wonder her outfit and hair that clearly had just gotten done up.

Looking at Yoongi and Y/N, you'd think this was a simple "sugar baby" situation, but the two were actually extremely content in their relationship. And they had met in probably one of the most random ways ever.

They had the same coffee order.

Yoongi loved to go back on the memory because it was just so random, yet Y/N swore it was something you only read about in a fucking Nicolas Sparks' book.

Story was simple: Yoongi had recently gotten in touch with a client who wanted to meet at the new Starbucks that had opened up a few blocks from some random college campus, the same campus Y/N was attending. Yoongi, being head of the company, knew that they couldn't lose this deal, so he went early to snatch a table and order the coffees for him and the man he was meeting with. The girl in front of him in the line smelled of vanilla, and she was wearing the sexiest outfit Yoongi had ever seen. She caught his eye the second he walked in.

Now, pause.

Because Y/N always laughs when Yoongi makes that part of the story known when telling it to strangers that ask. Mostly because the "sexy" outfit Yoongi spoke so highly of was just a pair of black sweatpants and a dark blue tank top. She'd rolled out of bed and dragged her half-asleep self down to the coffee shop for a wakeup call in a cup. But according to Yoongi, Y/N just wore those sweats and that tank top in such a... "Confident way".

So anyway.

As Yoongi was on the phone with the client he'd be meeting with, he hears the name of the coffee he'd ordered. Only, both he and Y/N walked over to grab the drink at the same time. That is when they actually noticed each other.

Y/N had giggled bashfully and put her hand down, giving Yoongi a shy apology since she hadn't checked the name before going for the cup, but Yoongi only smiled at the girl standing in front of him, assuring her that the coffee was all hers. He knew right then and there; he loved the back and front of this girl. Which doesn't usually happen...

Yoongi introduced himself, and Y/N did the same before walking off to a corner of the coffee shop after assuring again that she could wait for her order. The fact that she'd seen the Rolex, seen the suit, seen the all black American Express card he'd pulled out to offer to pay for a bakery item for her, and she still politely declined and walked away? That held Yoongi's attention more than any girl had in years. After a while of waiting at the counter, a worker put down another cup of coffee and Yoongi noticed the name on it.

This was her order...

That's when he got the idea...

After making sure no one was watching, he grabbed a pen from his suit pocket, and wrote down a small message along with his number before putting it back on the countertop casually. Just as he'd hoped, another worker came by, saw the cup and called out the name of the person to come and take their coffee. He saw Y/N walk over and grab her cup as his client walked in, walking over to greet him.

He noticed from over the man's shoulder how Y/N moved the cup around to look at all of the Christmas designs on it before choking on her sip. She looked around the coffee shop and Yoongi tried to stiffen his laughter as her eyes went to each and every person in the room before they locked with his.

'You?' He remembers Y/N mouthing to him, and Yoongi gave a smirk before turning all attention back to his meeting. The two talked through phone calls and text messages after that, and when Y/N was on Christmas break from college, Yoongi surprised her with tickets to Paris. While out there for those two weeks, Y/N and Yoongi made love every night. When they weren't doing that, he was taking Y/N shopping, always loving her in clothes he'd bought her. Made him feel better about ripping them off later.

"I missed you today..." Y/N says shyly and Yoongi smirks knowingly.

At the beginning of their time together, Yoongi had learned something about Y/N that really turned him on. Y/N was into something that not a lot of people would understand, but Yoongi definitely tried to. See, Y/N was into a sort of age play kink. It didn't go too far, but basically, she loved to be taken care of. She even called Yoongi 'Daddy' out of the bedroom at times because to her, Yoongi was the dominate one in their relationship. And Yoongi wouldn't have it any other way...

Yoongi had done research and realized that people like Y/N actually existed. Now, as stated before, Y/N wasn't too hardcore with the kink. She didn't wear adult diapers or crawl around on the floor, or wear onesie pajamas. She did, however, own a one-piece pajama with Yoongi, but that was a different story. Y/N just seemed to submit very easily to Yoongi though.

"Did you really miss me, baby?" Yoongi asks softly as he watches his girlfriend change her balance from one foot to the other.

"Are you busy?" Y/N asks gently, not really answering Yoongi's question. He takes note of that...

"Depends. What do you want, baby girl?" Yoongi asks as he takes off his reading glasses and rubs his eyes before putting them back on. A blush forms on Y/N's cheeks from the nickname.

"I finished classes earlier today because of some weather alert. I'm all bored..." Y/N says with a sigh as she sits down on the chair that was set on the other side of Yoongi's desk in his home office. Yoongi looks out the floor-to-ceiling window and pauses when he's met with the sight of a grey sky and heavy rain. How long had he been on autopilot?

"Huh. Will you look at that..." He mutters to himself, and Y/N rolls her eyes at his dad behavior. "Well, did you do all of your assignments?" Yoongi asks as he picks up a piece of paper to start reading from again. Y/N eyes her "old man" for a boyfriend with humor in her eyes.

"Yes, daddy." Y/N mutters but pauses when Yoongi doesn't look up at the nickname. It makes her feel slightly sad that he wasn't giving her attention.

"Well, then, make yourself at home, baby. Go watch some TV." Yoongi suggests and Y/N stiffens a groan.

"I don't think there's anything on right now, daddy." Y/N states certainly, causing Yoongi to finally look up at her from the piece of paper in his hands. He sighs and puts the paper down on the desk along with his reading glasses.

"So, you're bored..." Yoongi begins, as if trying to help Y/N out with her problem. Y/N nods her head quickly. "And what do you want me to do about that, baby?" Yoongi asks as he leans back in his chair again.

"Mm..." Y/N hums as she thinks about it. "Let's go on an adventure!" She finally says, tone full of excitement.

Yoongi chuckles at his little fireball, always wanting to travel to different places, see different things. "I can't right now. We're going somewhere Monday baby, after my meeting, remember?" He asks casually.

"Yeah..." Y/N sighs in disappointment. "But... Can't we just go today?" She asks, hope laced in her voice.

Yoongi had promised Y/N a trip to Brazil for her spring break, but then he had to call an important meeting for Monday to discuss some "important business thing", Y/N wasn't really listening when Yoongi was telling her about it...

"No, Y/N. I have to attend this meeting. I don't want to hear any more about it, or we won't go, ok?" Yoongi warns, already stressed with trying to figure out this month's company budget.

"But daddy, I-" Yoongi cuts Y/N off.

"What did I just say?" He asks in a stronger tone, getting annoyed that Y/N wanted to bother him about some trip, but even more annoyed about all of this paperwork showing up on his desk first thing this morning because of his idiot of a secretary who forgot to give it to him last week. Yoongi was just stressed out, and Y/N was not helping.

Y/N sets her jaw tight, knowing not to argue back, but Yoongi was acting so dismissive, and she'd been dealing with a lot too. Finals, big projects, constant studying and she was beginning to feel burned out. "Whatever. Maybe Adam isn't as busy..." Y/N finally mutters as she stands up. This catches Yoongi's attention.

"Who?" He asks. It's not that he had misheard her, he was just giving her a chance to get out of what she just said. Adam was Y/N's ex-boyfriend, but still a 'good friend' of hers, according to what she'd told Yoongi. They'd still hang out whenever Yoongi was too busy for Y/N, much to his dismay.

"I said... Maybe Adam isn't busy. Since it's clear you want me to leave you alone." Y/N says with a bit of an attitude, her eyes looking Yoongi up and down.

"Y/N." Yoongi warns, unamused by her bratty behavior. "You can stay right here." He says.

"Oh? And watch you stare at a piece of paper? I wanna go out!" Y/N huffs as she stomps her foot instinctively.

Yoongi stares at the 22-year-old girl in front of him, stomping her foot due to not getting what she wants. "Are... You have to be fucking with me. You are acting like the most spoiled brat I have ever met!" He growls.

"Please. Like it isn't your fault." Y/N mutters, arms crossed.

"What was that?" Yoongi asks. In a way, Y/N wasn't lying. Yoongi spent their whole first few months together spoiling Y/N. Taking her to different places, buying her only the best, introducing her to different important people. And Y/N would, obviously, throw a fit whenever he'd do these grand gestures for her, or her friends, or even her family a few times, but Yoongi always ignored her rants on how she didn't need that new diamond necklace, or that nice looking car, or that custom made gown for a high-end dinner date.

"I said... It's your fault." Y/N repeats, staring at Yoongi in a challenging way, making him sit back in his chair, eyeing her in the same manner.

"Listen to me, Y/N. And listen closely. You are going to sit your ass down in that seat, and if I hear one more word out of you..." Yoongi trails off in a threatening tone, making Y/N roll her eyes and sit back in her seat with a soft huff.

And it's finally silent.

Y/N stares at her hands in her lap as she replays Yoongi's words over and over again in her head. And who the hell was he to challenge her!? It was her mouth! Her voice! She didn't need to listen to that grouchy old man. A sly smirk comes on to her face at that thought. Yeah. He was a cranky, old, boring man. What would he do? Excitement rushed through Y/N's body at the thought.

"One. More. Word." Y/N finally says slowly, and Yoongi is quick to throw the packet that was in his hand down on to the desk with a glare.

"You think you're so funny, don't you." Yoongi says as he pushes his chair back from the desk. "Over my knee now." He orders, and Y/N smiles brightly.

"Finally! Something to do!" She taunts as she makes her way over to Yoongi, who looks about ready to lose it at this point.

"Something to do, huh?" Yoongi mutters as he reaches out when Y/N is close enough and grabs her arm, yanking her to bend over his lap. Y/N takes note of the nice-looking black slacks Yoongi was wearing with a red wine-colored polo shirt tucked in. His black hair was slicked back, and he just smelled of power and success. Actually, that was Boy Chanel, but still...

"You think getting me all worked up like this is 'something to do'?" Yoongi growls before flipping up her dress and firmly rubbing her ass, feeling the flimsy lace under his palm. Y/N pants softly at the feeling, bracing herself when his hand slips away only to come right back down, slapping just under Y/N's left butt cheek, making her whimper softly. Yoongi rubs that spot he just slapped before doing it again on the other ass cheek, harder this time.

"Oh! D-Daddy..." Y/N whimpers a bit louder, as if trying to draw out some pity from her boyfriend.

"Oh no you don't..." Yoongi smirks. "Don't try and act all innocent now." He says tauntingly, and Y/N can feel herself soaking through her pair of red lacy boy shorts at the tone of voice her daddy was using with her.

Yoongi smacks Y/N's thighs a few more times before hitching the sundress up a little more to look at her ass, groaning at the sight of her underwear snuggled between her plump ass. "Fuck, I'm gonna make your ass the same color as those pretty little undies, baby girl..." Yoongi whispers as he lifts his hand again, but this time, he waits for a response from Y/N.

"Daddy... Daddy... Please." Y/N whins as a response, and that does it for Yoongi. Y/N yelps, and her body basically jerks from how hard the smack to her ass is.

"Beg for more." Yoongi orders, and Y/N moans more at the thought of begging for pain.

"M-More... Please, daddy. More! Give me more! I-I swear I'll be your good girl again..." Y/N pleads, moaning when another slap is delivered to her plump ass cheek. "Oh god, daddy..." Y/N gasps.

"What do you want, baby girl?" Yoongi whispers, wanting to hear his slut of a girlfriend say the words.

"Daddy..." She tries, shyly, but Yoongi knows it's all a show. When Y/N is horny, there's no room for shyness. "Oh, daddy. P-Please make me feel good. It aches." She pouts, and Yoongi smirks.

"Stand up, baby. Bend over my desk." Yoongi says, and Y/N is quick to follow orders. "Now." Yoongi begins when Y/N is bent over his desk, shaking eagerly. He stands up and moves behind her to grip her hips hard. "What do you say to daddy for acting like a brat?" He whispers as he presses against her crutch.

She moans at the pressure on her clit, knowing better than to move her hips though. "I-I'm sorry, daddy..." Y/N pants, the side of her face pressed against the cold wooden desk.

"Sorry for what, baby girl?" Yoongi asks as he lets his hands run up and down the sides of Y/N's body. Staying still against her, and it was torture for him too. Mostly because he could feel her juices leaking through her thin underwear and wetting his pants too.

"I-I'm sorry for being such a bad girl, daddy." Y/N whispers as she moves ever so slightly so the apparent bulge is harder against her clit, making Yoongi smack her ass again. The sting felt so good...

"Keep going." Yoongi orders as he pulls back to really spread her legs and see how wet she really was.

"Daddy..." Y/N says, as if embarrassed. Yoongi swats at her clit through her underwear and it makes her bundle of nerves throb harder. "Oh god! Daddy! I-I'm sorry! I-I'm... I acted like a... A spoiled brat." She whines.

"Mm... That's more like it. There's daddy's little girl." Yoongi teases before reaching a hand down to his secret drawer where he usually kept a few toys just in case he and Y/N ended up having a little bit of fun in his home office. He pulls out some black underwear and then tosses them in front of Y/N, on the desk.

"Take off those boy shorts, and sit on my desk, legs spread." Yoongi instructs, and Y/N was quick to follow orders. With her legs spread, and pussy on full display as she leans back on his desk, Y/N waits for Yoongi to do... Something. Anything. Feeling her desperation, Yoongi moves Y/N's legs, so her feet are planted on the desk, her knees bent, and legs spread wider.

"Mm..." Yoongi smirks, stepping back to admire his girl fully. "See what happens when you shut the hell up? You make daddy happy." Yoongi taunts as he reaches out and lazily rubs Y/N's throbbing clit with two fingers. "Always so wet for me." He mumbles to himself, making Y/N shiver softly. He then leans down, softly licking at her clit, tonguing it like a cat drinks milk.

"Mm... God... Daddy!" Y/N moans, trying to keep her hips down since Yoongi trained her better than that. She wanted to make him proud. Yoongi slowly slides his tongue into Y/N's pussy, loving the way her hole clenched around it as if trying to make it stay. He begins moving his tongue in and out slowly.

"Daddy, please!" Y/N whines and Yoongi can only smirk. What happened to his little brat? Melted away he actually showed her attention. She was just too adorable to ever stay mad at...

Moving his tongue faster, Yoongi also adds two of his fingers to rub at Y/N's clit. Y/N throws her head back as moans spill from her lips effortlessly, uncontrollably. She never had to fake it with this man. He knew her body like it was his. It was his. Yoongi can't help but chuckle at the desperate moans of his lover, and the vibrations of said chuckle shoot through Y/N like a firework.

"Fuck! Daddy! Oh, daddy! Please... Please! I'm so... So close, daddy!" Y/N pleads, and when he feels her body begin to tremble, Yoongi pulls away, making the girl sprawled out on the desk gasp. "Daddy!" Y/N shouts in anger. Yoongi growls slightly, grabbing Y/N by the back of her head and yanking her hair so she was forced to look up at the ceiling.

"Wanna try that again?" Yoongi whispers against Y/N's neck, and Y/N moans before shaking her head as much as she can with him still gripping her hair.

"I... I'm... S-Sorry, daddy." Y/N stumbles over her words as she speaks, and Yoongi wants to laugh at how easily she submits.

"Here." He says, handing the pair of underwear to Y/N who bites back a whine of frustration. She gets off the desk to put on the new underwear. "Now, sit." Yoongi continues, motioning to the chair on the other side of the desk where she'd once sat. Y/N huffs under her breath and walks over to the chair. As soon as she sits down, Yoongi grabs the remote that went with the underwear and presses the green button.

Y/N gasps and shoots up from the seat as her underwear begins to vibrate. "Oh no you don't. You will sit there, and every time you're close to cumming, you will tell me." Yoongi orders. As Y/N trembles where she stands. Her clit was already sensitive, and having a vibrator pressed against it wasn't helping much. Well, actually, it was dulling the ache a bit.

"A-And... I-If I don't?" Y/N asks breathlessly as she slowly sits back down.

"If I see you cum, your punishment will be more than just a few smacks. Do I make myself clear?" Yoongi asks, and Y/N quickly nods. "Good girl." He says as he fixes his hair and wipes the sides of his mouth before sitting back down at his desk, putting his glasses back on as well.

"For... H-How long?" Y/N whimpers out as she begins to move her hips with the vibration before catching herself. With a deep gulp she gives in to making her daddy proud. "D-Daddy... I-I'm close..." She shivers. Yoongi presses the red button on the remote and calmly takes this time to answer Y/N's question.

"For however long it'll take me to read all this goddamn paperwork." He states. "You may moan..." He says, making Y/N blush at him giving her permission to do a basic reaction. "It'll help make this whole thing more... Interesting for me. But you may not cum... That's for later." He continues before pressing the green button to turn it back on, making Y/N melt back in her seat.

"There are different levels on this thing. I think I should start you off on a... 5. What do you think?" Yoongi teases, and Y/N gasps, grabbing onto the arms of the chair as stronger vibrations rage against her throbbing clit.

"Oh! And tell me something baby girl..." Yoongi begins as he grabs the packet he'd been trying to read earlier.

"Mm..." Is all Y/N can master in reponse.

"Are you still bored?" Yoongi asks as Y/N throws her head back, a loud moan leaving her parted lips, making Yoongi lean back in his chair. "Guess not..." He chuckles to himself before going right back to reading.

[mysticnora4]

HIIII🤍 This is the first time I write here and sorry for my english.

Let me know what you think.

WE CAN LEARN TO LOVE AGAIN- bakugo katsuki-

summary: Bakugo from the beginning of his third year thinks about himself and wants to become the number one hero. Therefore, he decides to make a decision.

tags: sadness/angst, breakup, selfish bakugo , bakugo thinks only of himself, sad!reader.

Please read the story listening to this song

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Right from the start

You were a thief, you stole my heart

And I, your willing victim

Bakugo and I started dating in our second year. I found out that he liked me through Kirishima. It was quite strange to think that someone like him could have such feelings.

I let you see the parts of me, that weren't all that pretty

And with every touch you fixed them

Then something went wrong.

The last year at U.A. had been particularly difficult for me, for both of us. It was supposed to be a year full of hopes and promises.

I remember clearly how happy we were, how his eyes would light up when he talked about his dreams and how he wanted to become number one. And I was happy to support him, to be by his side, to share every small victory and every challenge.

Now you've been talking in your sleep, oh oh

Things you never say to me, oh oh

Tell me that you've had enough

Of our love, our love

But time seemed to change things. As the end of the year approached, Bakugo became more and more distant, focused only on himself and his goals.

I was beginning to feel neglected and put on the back burner. Our eyes crossed less, our conversations became more rare, and the silences between us became heavier.

Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough

Just a second, we're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again

It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts

We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again

I tried to keep the relationship alive, but whatever I did didn’t seem right. Every time I tried to talk to him, I felt only his frustration and his desire for perfection, while I felt more and more invisible. Our love, once invincible, was crumbling.

I'm sorry I don't understand

Where all of this is coming from

I thought that we were fine (oh, we had everything)

Your head is running wild again

My dear we still have everythin'

And it's all in your mind (yeah, but this is happenin')

You've been havin' real bad dreams, oh oh

You used to lie so close to me, oh oh

There's nothing more than empty sheets between our love, our love

Oh, our love, our love (love)

I remember the moment when I asked him to talk seriously. It was a cloudy afternoon, and we found ourselves in our favorite corner of the campus, where we had spent so many happy moments. I felt my heart tighten when I saw the determination in his eyes, that same determination that I had admired at first. But he was now headed for a future that no longer included me.

Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough

Just a second we're not broken just bent and we can learn to love again

I never stop, you're still written in the scars on my heart

You're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again

"I need to focus completely on myself and my goals," he said, his words cold and direct. "We can’t continue this relationship."

I said nothing.

And I had understood, though I did not want to accept it, that his dream of becoming the number one hero was too great to share, and I could do nothing but watch him from afar as our dreams and our love crumbled.

The pain was unbearable, but I knew that I could not force him to stay, nor could I stop him from pursuing what he wanted.

Oh, tear ducts and rust

I'll fix it for us

We're collecting dust, but our love's enough

You're holding it in

You're pouring a drink

No, nothing is as bad as it seems

We'll come clean

Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough

Just a second, we're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again

It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts

That we're not broken just bent and we can learn to love again

Now that it’s all over, I feel a void. Bakugo is destined to become the hero he has always wanted to be, and I must find my way without him.

Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough

Just a second, we're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again

It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts

That we're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again

Oh, we can learn to love again

Oh, can learn to love again

Oh, that we're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again

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I hope you like it🤍

All rights reserved © mysticnora4 2024. Please do not repost, modify or claim as yours.

I'm watching you👀

[jiminy-crickets]

happy draft day my darlings, a good number of the hockeys in the meat market are coming from the USNTDP, so it’s time for…………

¹ its MY silly poll, and i get to decide whats gay!!! ² its MY silly poll, and i get to decide whats a meme!!! ³ its MY silly poll, and i get to make it have my relatively niche media faves in it!!! ⁴ US National Development Program (where they put the teenage hockeys together, the developer of many many top draft picks, and the starting place of many hrpf ships)

images, videos and explanations for each option under the cut.

^ Smith College Girls for i-D magazine 2004

^ wake up sleepyhead vine

^ jedediah and octavius from night at the museum

^ but im a cheerleader full movie (this might not be available in your country on youtube, still i highly recommend watching it, such an amazing movie)

^ Olive and Brendon pretended to have sex in Easy A (2010)

^ P!nk opening a speech for the human rights campaign national dinner with "hi I'm Alicia hi I'm a Virgo I'm 31, I'm gay.......... actually I'm not"

^ Pool Boy SNL sketch

^ Lauren Phillips Lifting Alice Merchesi

^ The summer of like, warped tour 2005 when pete wentz and mikey way got into situationship so messy and life changing it gave us the majority of at at least three fall out boy albums.

^ ur so gay by Katy Perry

do I really need to explain taking an am I gay quiz?

[chuuyasheaven]

» Rei’s 400 follower special !! «

Summary; 400 follower event/special!!! TW: THIS IS A NSFW EVENT ONLY. Minors can request/ interact if they want- I’m not stopping y’all!!

Notes (from me); AHH FINALLY!! IM SO FUCKING THANKFULL FOR ALL THE SUPPORT, SO TO SHOW IT, ILL ARRANGE THIS SPECIAL EVENT FOR BSD Characters (NSFW) !!

RULES (from Rei);

This Event is different from all the others i started, because one; i will let you request, but also chose some drabbles/fics myself!

THINGS I’LL WRITE FOR;

Bungo stray dogs [Bsd] Men/boys:

Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Kunikida Doppo, Atsushi Nakajima, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Ranpo Edogawa, Egdar Allen Poe.

If you request something like: “Could you do Chuuya with prompt/number (-) and please make it start/end with fluff ?” Because, i need to learn to get better at my fluff writing lol.

You can choose from;

Fem!/afab!/gender neutral!Reader

THINGS I WON’T WRITE FOR;

Any underage ppl. (Kyoka, Elise, Q, Kenji)

MORI IS A BIG NO-NO (I’m sorry but idk how to write for a p3do-)

P!ss kink/Scat play/Vomit/Dub-/Non-con (aka r@pe)/ etc.

Maybe S0mnophilia if it’s consented.

PROMPTS/NUMBERS+K!NKS;

🍓- Number / 🌶- Kinks

🍓;

[ 1 ] “Such a good girl f’me, hm?”

[ 2 ] “If you weren’t such a brat earlier, i would’ve let you cum, darling.”

[ 3 ] “You’re crying? How cute of you, angel..”

[ 4 ] “If you dress like a whore, you get fucked like one. You should know this.” [ 5 ] “If you want it so badly, beg for it. I want to hear your voice, dear.”

[ 6 ] “I know you can take it, darling.”

[ 7 ] “You taste devine, my love. I could taste you for hours.”

[ 8 ] “I feel you soaking up, you must really enjoy this, hm?”

[ 9 ] “At the end of tonight, I'll have you scream my name, angel.”

[ 10 ] “Quit teasing me, darling..”

[ 11 ] “If you keep squirming like this, i might as well hold you in your place, right?”

[ 12 ] “You look so pretty in this dress..please, let me rip it off of you, angel..”

[ 13 ] “Keep quiet, or anyone might see you like this. We don’t want that now, do we?”

[ 14 ] “Only i can make you fall apart like this. This is a sight for me only.”

[ 15 ] “I will fuck this pussy until it’s dripping my cum, understood?”

🌶;

[ 1 ] > Praising k!nk

[ 2 ] > Degrading k!nk

[ 3 ] > Brat taming

[ 4 ] > Bondage k!nk (handcuffs, comfy ropes, ties, etc., as long it’s not to extra!)

[ 5 ] > Roleplay (I’ll try bru)

[ 6 ] > Shower sex

[ 7 ] > Soft/passionate sex

[ 8 ] > Stress relief sex

[ 9 ] > Threesome (please be a little specific)

[ 10 ] > Thigh riding/sex [?] (cock thrusting between them)

That’s all! You can request sub!/switch!Characters, the Reader can be requested with any of these reqs!!

This event will keep up until i have 10-15 fics/drabbles up!!!

[fanficfanattic]

Will you share your Jamie Tartt playlist? 👀

Buckle up boys! Hold on to your butts! Other ways to say brace yourselves!

To Build a Home (feat. Patrick Watson) by The Cinematic Orchestra

I'll Be Good by Jaymes Young

Sorrow by Bad Religion

The Greatest by Sia

Love I'm Given by Ellie Goulding

Runaway by AURORA

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

Move by Oliver Tree

High Hopes by Panic! At the Disco

Outrunning Karma by Alec Benjamin

Home by Cavetown

The Perfect Space by The Avett Brothers

A Better Son/Daughter by Rilo Kiley

False Confidence by Noah Kahan

Legend by The Score

The Competition by Kimya Dawson

In the Blood by John Mayer

Winner by Walgrove

Icarus by Bastille

Sympathy by The Goo Goo Dolls

Take Yours, I’ll Take Mine by Matthew Mole

People Help the People by Birdy

Daylight by David Kushner

Cough it Out by The Front Bottoms

Sober by P!nk

The Cave by Mumford & Sons

Tear It Up by Queen

Waves by Dean Lewis

Soldier by Ingrid Michaelson

We Don't Believe What's On TV by Twenty One Pilots

Blood In the Cut by K.Flay

Chameleon/Comedian by Kathleen Edwards

Water (feat. Rostam) by Ra Ra Riot

All is Soft Inside by AURORA

Pieces (feat. Noah Kahan) by Matoma

Dog Days Are Over by Florence + the Machine

Rise up With Fists!! by Jenny Lewis & The Watson Twins

Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips

HandClap by Fitz and The Tantrums

Hi Ren by Ren

I Don't Belong In This Club by Why Don't We & Macklemore

Skinny Love by Birdy

Raising Hell (feat. Big Freedia) by Kesha

Go Places by The New Pornographers

The Night Starts Here by Stars

Ghost by Ella Henderson

Here We Go by WILD

If I Be Wrong by Wolf Larsen

Part of Me by Noah Kahan

We're Going to Be Friends

The White Stripes

Bitch by Meredith Brooks

Samson by Regina Spektor

Let's go to Hell by Tai Verdes

Raise Hell by Brandi Carlile

Power Over Me by Dermot Kennedy

Don't Tell the Boys by Petey

Sober Up (feat. Rivers Cuomo) by AJR

O.N.E. By Yeasayer

Locked Up by Ingrid Michaelson

Like a Stone by Audioslave

Leave the Light On by Overcoats

Tough (feat. Noah Kahan) by Quinn XCII

touch tank by quinnie

Warrior by AURORA

Too Sweet by Hozier

I'Il Think of You by Kurt Hugo Schneider

Into the Ocean by Blue October

Star Fire by Sleeping Wolf

Happier (Stripped) by Marshmello & Bastille

Knievel by Tommy Lefroy

Walk Me Home by P!nk

Brat (Humor Me) by Deore

Am I Wrong by Love Spit Love

Someday by One Republic

7 Years by Lukas Graham

Stick Season by Noah Kahan

Like a Prayer by Madonna

Little Bit by Lykke Li

Bruises by Lewis Capaldi

Don't Carry It All by The Decemberists

Freaking Out by The Wrecks

Will Do by TV on the Radio

The Dirt by Tor Miller

Hope of Morning by Icon for Hire

Smile by Mikky Ekko

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight by The Postal Service

Blood Brothers by Ingrid Michaelson

All My Friends by The Revivalists

Fuck Authority by Pennywise

Crazier Things by Chelsea Cutler & Noah Kahan

Kiss With a Fist by Florence + the Machine

Unstoppable by Sia

Can't Go to Hell by Sin Shake Sin

World's Smallest Violin by AJR

All I Know So Far by P!nk

Knocking at the Door by Arkells

Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons

The Seed by AURORA

Wine, Women and Song by Harvey Danger

The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience

All You Wanted by Michelle Branch

Young Blood by The Naked and Famous

Truth No. 2 by The Chicks

Homesick by Noah Kahan

Family Line by Conan Gray

The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

Heroes Never Die by NateWantsToBattle

My Number Tegan and Sara

Masterpiece by Big Thief

Til It Happens To You by Lady Gaga

I Don't Wanna Live Forever (Cups Version) by Kurt Hugo Schneider

Sit Down by James

Robots by Dan Mangan

Windowsill by Arcade Fire

Be OK by Ingrid Michaelson

Bite the Hand by boygenius

The Top (Bonus Track) by Primo the Alien

MEAN! (Remix) [feat. Noah Kahan] by Madeline The Person

Home We'll Go (Take My Hand) by Steve Aoki & Walk Off the Earth

From The Bottom Of My Heart by The Wallflowers

FourFiveSeconds by Rihanna and Kanye West and Paul McCartney

I Am the Resurrection by The Stone Roses

Chrome Plated Heart by Melissa Etheridge

Precious Love by James Morrison

Bones (feat. One Republic) by Galantis

Let's Go (feat. Icona Pop) by Tiesto

Unbelievers by Vampire Weekend

So What by P!nk

I Don't Feel Like Dancin' by Scissor Sisters

Creature Fear by Bon Iver

Brother by The Rural Alberta Advantage

Save Me by Noah Kahan

High and Dry by Radiohead

Power by Little Mix

Dirty Paws by Of Monsters and Men

The Boy Does Nothing by Alesha Dixon

Set You Free (Edit) by N-Trance

Stronger by Britney Spears

First Things First by Neon Trees

Kings & Queens by Ava Max

Welcome Home, Son by Radical Face

Capsize by FRENSHIP & Emily Warren

We Were Kings by Ryan Star

Come Undone by Duran Duran

Young Folks by Peter Bjorn and John

Pride by Noah Kahan & mxmtoon

Everywhere by Michelle Branch

Blow Me (One Last Kiss) by P!nk

Dust Bowl Dance by Mumford & Sons

Bad Blood by Bastille

Blue Monday by New Order

Make Believe by The FAIM

Midnight Show by The Killers

Can't Fight the Moonlight by LeAnn Rimes

Ophelia by The Lumineers

Shaky Ground by Freedom Fry

Grounds for Divorce by Elbow

Heaven and Hell by Let's Play Dead

Survivor by The Score

Ready Now by dodie

Young Blood by Noah Kahan

Ain’t No Reason by Brett Dennen

King by Years & Years

Bulletproof by La Roux

Beating Heart Cadavers by Acollective

How to Rest by The Crane Wives

Santa Monica by Everclear

Beds Are Burning by Midnight Oil

Get Some by Lykke Li

Sky Full of Song by Florence + the Machine

Beautiful Trauma by P!nk

Parachute (Serban Ghenea Mix) by Ingrid Michaelson

Down to the Bottom by Dorothy

YES MOM by Tessa Violet

Numb Little Bug by Em Beihold

Rise Up by Andra Day

Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Hurt Somebody by Noah Kahan

[eridanidreams]

Music Tag Game

Tagged by @silurisanguine, @aro-pancake

Caitlyn Lynch: Starfield OC, from my longfic stars without number like grains of sand

VNV Nation: Space and Time

Jeff Healey Band: Angel Eyes

Faith Hill: Breathe

Madonna: Crazy For You

Hybrid: Dreaming Your Dreams

VNV Nation: Before the Rain

Sixpence None the Richer: Kiss Me

Roxette: Listen to Your Heart

Alannah Myles: Love Is

Pentatonix: Mad World

Sara Bareilles: Not Alone

VNV Nation: Only Satellites

Shawn Colvin: Orion in the Sky

VNV Nation: Perpetual

Rush: Prime Mover

B-52's: Roam

VNV Nation: Rubicon

Heart: These Dreams

Cyndi Lauper: Time After Time

Rush: Time Stand Still

Cyndi Lauper: True Colors

Katrina and the Waves: Walking On Sunshine

Mr. Mister: Broken Wings

Police: Every Little Thing She Does is Magic

Sloane Delacourt: Deus Ex OC, from my longfic The Odysseus Gambit

The Cruxshadows: Winter Born

Duran Duran: Wild Boys

The Sweet: Ballroom Blitz

Gavin Rossdale: Adrenaline

Breaking Benjamin: I Will Not Bow

Hozier: Arsonist's Lullabye

Chris Cornell: 'Til The Sun Comes Back Around

Walk the Moon: Shut Up and Dance

VNV Nation: Nemesis

Genesis: Land of Confusion

Paul Oakenfold: If you're Gonna Jump

AC/DC: If You Want Blood

AC/DC: Shoot to Thrill

Metallica: One

David Bowie: Cat People

No Doubt: (I'm) Just A Girl

VNV Nation: Tomorrow Never Comes

VNV Nation: In Defiance

Sinead O'Connor: My Own Woman

Powerman 5000: Drop the Bombshell

Iron Maiden: Where Eagles Dare

Iron Maiden: The Trooper

Black Sabbath: War Pigs

Motorhead: Ace of Spades

Letters to Cleo: I Want You To Want Me

Pat Benatar: Love is a Battlefield

Johnny Cash: God's Gonna Cut You Down

Bishop Brigg: White Flag

The Score: Bulletproof

Heart: Alone

Aviators: Bad Luck

AC/DC: War Machine

AC/DC: Guns for Hire

AC/DC: Fire Your Guns

AC/DC: Dogs of War

Audioslave: Sound of a Gun

Billy Joel: Code of Silence

Bonnie Raitt: I Will Not Be Broken

Everybody Loves an Outlaw: Give 'Em Hell

Front Line Assembly: Killing Grounds

Hybrid: If I Survive

KMFDM: HELL YEAH

Lacuna Coil: Save Me

Megadeth: Peace Sells

P!nk: Trouble

Rage Against the Machine: Killing in the Name

Roxette: Dangerous

VNV Nation: All Our Sins

Breaking Benjamin: So Cold

[psychogirlfriendandsupervillain]

Walk of Shame Pride

Benny Watts x Genderneutral!Reader (at least I tried to make them readable as any gender)

Content warnings: Flirting, 18+, smut, dirty talk, constant switching between sexual tension and sarcastic flirting because it’s my brand now apparently, unnecessary lore. 

Disclaimer: I don’t live in New York, have never been in New York, Google maps and random generators are what you get ok? I also had already started writing this before watching the two last episodes and so refuse to change his apartment to be accurate in this either. I might next time.

Summary: You leave one hookup and find yourself invited to another.

Word count: Looking like it’s gonna be 2k. (It is not.) 4k

A/N: Clearly I feel some type of way about Benny Watts. Inspired by deciding to pull up Walkashame by Meghan Trainor and Walk of Shame by P!nk (which is like my favorite) while thinking about Benny.

It’s five to seven when Benny pulls on his coat and unlocks the door to his apartment. The rest of the house lay quiet, not too surprising for a Saturday morning. As he puts the key back in the lock a door slams a bit further down the too-bright corridor, catching his attention.

Looking over his shoulder he sees someone standing with their hand still on the handle, hooking the other shoe on their foot. They’re far too dressed up for this time of day, but Benny also doesn’t think they’re dressed for the office. What was probably adjusted to perfection the night before now hangs uneven, covered in wrinkles, bunching up in several places.

Benny’s eyes flicker up to their face as they start heading down the corridor in his direction. He can’t tell if the traces of makeup are from the start of the night or the end, maybe somewhere in between. There are signs of a sleepless night around their eyes and they look…not tired, but like they had a fun night, a self-satisfied smile resting easy on their lips. They run a hand over their head, and Benny feels entirely too warmly dressed. The heat only gets worse as they come three, two, one door away, and as they pass him, he can’t help himself.

“Fun night?” His voice is nonchalant and steadier than his pulse when he glances over his other shoulder, watching them stop a few feet away. Then they turn around and his heartbeat almost drowns out your words as you smile, undaunted.

“Yeah, it was.” You don’t know why anyone would be up at this hour on a weekend, much less dressed and heading out. He’s wearing a leather coat and a hat which would make him blend in as an extra in a western movie, although the dark color palette lends itself more to him being cast as the outlaw. “How was yours?”

“I thought it was good then” He matches your smile, and even at this distance you can see his dark eyes sparkle. “but now I’m starting to think I missed out on something. Whoever you just came from has my night beat.”

You open your mouth with an amused frown, taking a second before responding.

“Don’t you have a job to go to? Where else are you going so early?”

He raises his eyebrows with an amused smile.

“You’re going somewhere too.”

You roll your eyes in pretend annoyance.

“I need to go home and change.”

“Want to, yes.” His eyes pass over you. “Need to, absolutely not.” He looks back up and you suppress your amusement to raise your eyebrows at him.

“Are you done? Can I go now?” You gesture down the hall as if to say that there are places you’d rather be than flirting with an attractive stranger.

He opens his mouth, closes it, and thinks for a moment. You cross your arms.

“One second.” He pats his coat pockets, coming up with a pencil and a piece of paper. Using the door in front of him as support he quickly scribbles something on the slip, takes a step back, and holds it out against you between two fingers. You look at his held-out hand, then back at him. He shakes the paper for you to take it, eyes on yours, and you give in, pulling the note from him. Unfolding it you read a series of numbers.

You fold it back up, eyeing him. “I’m not a prostitute, you know.”

He makes something akin to a shrug and puts his hands in his pockets.

“Didn’t necessarily think you were, wouldn’t care if that was the case either.” He sounds sincere enough.

“Okay, then why?” You tilt your head and eye him with amused suspicion, putting the paper away on your person.

He takes a breath, rocking once on the balls of his feet, darting his eyes to the ceiling and back to you.

“ ‘Cause you’re attractive and seem like fun.” He does a small gesture with his head. “Call me sometime.”

You smile and turn, calling over your shoulder. “You wish!” There’s a smile audible in his voice when his answer reaches you.

“Yeah, I do.”

It’s two minutes past eight when you press the last digit in a smoke infused telephone booth outside a club on the next Friday evening. The line to the door is not horrendous yet, but it’s long enough for you to wonder why you decided to step out of it. As you wait for the call to go through you remind yourself of why you did: because he most likely won’t be home to answer it and part of you wants to give him the chance to get out of having this conversation.

The line clicks.

“Benny.” The voice on the other side answers, matching your memory of the guy you spoke to in the corridor after leaving a hookup. Well, he definitely gave you the right number.

“Hi” You almost start laughing. “You gave me your number and told me to call you.”

There’s a second’s pause before you hear him respond, clearly as equally amused as you.

“Just so I don’t offend anyone, is this the person from the hallway?”

You roll your eyes, holding the phone closer to hear over the soccer chant starting up in the line.

“Wow, you meet that many people like that? I’m glad you remember.” Kicking up your foot you lean back against the glass wall, pressing the receiver to your ear.

“I just want to make sure I don’t accidentally accuse the wrong person of looking so good when leaving someone else’s place in the morning that I wanted to pull them into my bed and continue the job.” His voice dips and you feel it in your stomach, looking to the door to check that no one is waiting for their turn. There’s a pause and you can hear your heartbeat in the ear not pressed to the phone. “You called me…” He lightly prompts and you find the thread you lost again.

“Are you busy?”

“Would it be pathetic if I said I’m at home hoping for you to call?” He’s smiling again, his accent smooth around the words. “Have been all week actually.”

“Every evening?” You laugh. “That is pathetic.”

“No, every whole day.” Laughter threatens behind his words too.

“How have you not been fired?”

“I’m a chess player, I don’t work like that.” There’s a shuffle on the other side. “I go to tournaments, competitions, but other than that I practice at home.”

“Wait” That connects some previously unknown dots and you smile. “Benny, you’re not Benny Watts, are you?” Even as you ask you know you’re right, and he can tell that, because there’s an immediate addition of smugness when he answers.

“Oh, you know who I am?” You can visualize the face he’s making, raised eyebrows and self-assured smile.

“Don’t get cocky now, I read the newspaper like everyone else.”

“Yeah, but it’s not everyone who reads those articles.”

You roll your eyes at his teasing tone, trying to chase the smile from your voice. “Back to the point, I’m outside Harmony in Brooklyn, wanted to know if you wanted to join.”

“I just told you I’m a chess player and have been home every night for a week, what gave you the impression that I go to clubs?” He laughs.

“I have faith that you have a vivid social life, I believe in you.” You tease.

“It’s between Bushwick and Jefferson, right?” You hum affirmative. “I’ll be there in ten.”

“Good, see you by the bar.” The phone clicks and you hang up the receiver, heading back outside to join the ever-growing line.

Fifteen minutes later you see him enter and less than a minute later he’s standing next to you, his face slightly lit up by the reflection bouncing off the counter.

“What are you drinking?” Benny gestures to the glass in front of you, a slice of lemon floating on clear liquid.

“Sparkling” Taking a sip you judge his reaction, wondering if he’ll be a jerk about it, but he just shrugs, ordering the same of the bartender who has stopped in front of you both. With the glass in his hand, he turns around to look out over the crowd, leaning back against the counter.

“This your usual place?” Eyes flicker over to you as he lifts his glass to his lips. You turn to lean against the counter too.

“It’s one of them.” Previously called The Trial, now under new management, Harmony is a bare redbrick room lit up only by the display case of bottles behind the bar. Its main crowd is people fresh out into the working life, the music is the same as the Top 100 on the radio and you’re fairly sure the custodian is overworked and underpaid for the job they do. You’d been on the fence when the place was sold, having been a regular at the steel barred counter and blank polished dance floor of its old existence, but two visits were enough for you to decide that you didn’t mind the changes. “Not your style?”

“I’ve been here too many times for it not to be.” Benny turns like he just realized something. “What is your name?”

You cut off the laugh about to spill out and answer, continuing: “You came all the way here without knowing my name, that’s commitment.” Benny looks away, failing to hide an amused smile as he scans the room. You on the other hand don’t hold back your laugh, enjoying how he’s giving an answer by not responding. “So, how’d you get into chess playing?” This time he laughs.

“I thought you said you read the paper.” There’s something adoring in his eyes when he looks at you, tone and smile teasing.

“I must have forgotten that part.” You put down your empty glass behind you, noting the way he follows your movements. The song switches to something with more bass and Benny downs the rest of his drink. Pushing off the counter you stand in front of him, his eyes falling to your shoes and dragging up to meet yours. “Feel like leaving?”

He smiles, one hand coming up to adjust the hat on his head.

“If you’re ready.” He lets you lead the way between groups of excited friends and even more excited new acquaintances until you reach the cold air outside.

You’re ready to start walking but Benny steps out into the street and with a wave and a sharp whistle that bounces between the buildings he has hailed a cab. Holding the door open he gestures with his head for you to get in, letting you use his free hand for support as you sit down, scooting further in to give him space. Benny flicks his coat so it doesn’t get in the way when he sits down, pushing forward to give the driver the address.

He leans back into the seat, his upper body closer to you, his hand supporting his chin as he looks out the front window, before it falls to lightly rest on your knee.

The building looks just like it did last time, dark and dormant. Following Benny up the stairs you feel your heart beat a little faster. No one meets you in the stairwell, nor in the corridor as you walk down the row of doors. When the door clicks open he holds it for you, smile tugging on the corner of his mouth.

“Hungry?” Benny pulls the door closed behind you, meeting your confused glance with an amused look of sincereness.

“Sure” You laugh a little, pulling off your jacket. “what’d’ya have in mind?”

He plops his hat on a hook by the door and heads further into the apartment, his voice reaching you from behind a corner where the kitchen must lie. “I got eggs and toast.”

You look over the sofa, taking a step closer and spotting the started game of chess next to a beer bottle laying on the coffee table. Scanning the room a little further you find the phone, on the small table on the other end of the couch to where the chess board is, and you grin.

“Sounds great.” You call back, walking to the kitchen and leaning against the wall. Benny has thrown his coat over the back of a chair and rolled up his sleeves, putting a frying pan on the stove as you enter.

“Sit down.” He gestures to the table and turns back to his task. You slide into a chair as he cracks an egg into the pan. “Scrambled or sunny side?”

“Scrambled.” You glance at your watch, leaning your arms on the table. The toaster makes a noise. “Want any help?”

Benny opens a cabinet.

“No, I’m good.” Some short minutes later he clicks off the stove. A plate slides in front of you and a glass clicks against the table.

It’s good, really good, almost as good as he looks sitting across from you, sleeves rolled up, blond hair pushed back. The first three buttons of his shirt are undone, several chains laying against the t-shirt underneath. Light catches in his rings as he eats, tongue swiping over his lower lip.

You flick your eyes away when Benny looks at you, a bad habit that you thought you had broken. Those lectures of if someone catches you looking, look away immediately overriding your personal opinion that if you were interested in someone, you should be clear about it. It’s a reflexive response, and you curse yourself out in your head, you’ve not reacted like that in years.

He’s still looking, barely holding back a grin, tongue flicking out, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth. Eyes flicker down to your unfinished food and back up to give you a meaning look. You raise your eyebrows, giving him a look back. He holds your gaze, and breaks, looking away with evident failure to not look smug as all hell while you resume eating, this time standing your ground and continuing to look at him.

After you both finish Benny takes the plates before you have a chance to move, leaving you to lean against the end of the table while he puts them in the sink.

Movement shakes you from the slight trance you put yourself in looking at his back while the water was running. It takes Benny two more steps, which you follow with great interest, until he’s in front of you, closeness making you push back into the table. Not really blocking you physically, but just the fact that he is standing there makes moving seem like an extremely undesirable alternative. Palms resting against the solid wood behind you, you’re in no rush to do anything else than look into his dark eyes, feeling like if this was a movie, a fuse would break due to the electricity in the air.

Then his tongue wets his lower lip, your eyes flicker down, you lift yourself onto the table at the same time as he invades your personal space even further, hands pulling your hips back forward, pushing you against him in the same moment that your lips connect with his.

Your thighs lock him in place, keeping him close even though leaving seems to be the last thing on his mind with the way lips move against yours. It’s like he’s been starving for hours, not eaten just five minutes ago; then again, maybe that wouldn’t be far off. Seven days is a lot for someone who is currently pressing his whole body against you, pulling in your tongue to envelope it with his own. There’s a hand on your back and one at your side, pulling as much as they are caressing you.

Benny’s hips roll against you, sending your eyes rolling back at the friction.

“Don’t stop.” Your hands tug at his sides to get him closer, smile pressing against your lips as he complies with fervor.

Devouring you, Benny almost distracts you from your position until he pushes you back and gets on the table with you, placing a knee between your legs and pushing off the floor. When he leans back down the pressure of his thigh between yours sends sparks up your spine. A sound rolls off your tongue onto Benny’s as you push up against him, arms bracing against his back to pull him down.

Hot air mix between your mouths, letting up only for a second before connecting again, swallowing the sounds the other one makes. You reach up to undo the rest of the buttons in Benny’s shirt, whining when he pushes down harder against you. The hand not holding him up runs down your side, starting to free you of your clothing too as you flick one side of the shirt off his shoulder.

Next the t-shirt gets halfway up his body before your fingers tangle in his chains, lightly tugging him down, earning a heavy drag of his hips as his tongue slides into your mouth. He tears off you for only a second to rip the shirt fully off.

In the back of your head you try to remember if there are buildings facing this one and if there are windows, but that thought gets stuck at the station when everything save your underwear falls on the kitchen floor beside the table. Quickly pulling his belt from his pants you let him go. Before he disposes of the jeans, he pulls a square from one of the pockets, and you can’t help smiling at how you both came to that club prepared.

You sit up, leaning on one hand to watch Benny roll the rubber over his freed cock, palm coming away glistening wet in the light. His shoulders give away the deep breaths he is taking, but even without that, his eyes, running along the floor up to meet yours, would have shown his desire and unwillingness to control it more than you need him to. You let your own eyes run over his skin, sending an almost unnoticeable shiver through his body.

Benny comes back to you, using the free space next to you on the table to get back up, pulling you down over him as he lies back against the wood. You kick a leg over his, as a hand at the back of your head implores for your lips to meet Benny’s. The other hand runs down between your legs, stroking places that makes your eyes flutter and heat roar in your stomach. Your increased breathing seems to encourage his hand to move faster, the one keeping your lips against his running down to push against your back.

The friction between you causes a sound in the back of his throat. You can’t tell if he is embarrassed or more turned on because his mouth grows more insistent against yours. The hand on your back pushes down again, his hips move up, as does another sound from his lips. The hand between your legs drifts down and you straighten your back, despite frustrated sounds from Benny. Setting one hand on his heaving chest for support, your other hand seeks out the one Benny removed from you. You close your hand over his, following the slow strokes he is doing over his cock. Your eyes meet his. His breath hitches and his hand eases up, letting you take over. After a few more strokes you still your hand and lower your hips to meet it. It’s not quick, but Benny’s labored breathing and tremors makes it worth it.

Your thighs shake with the effort to make slow focused movements and not get distracted by the signal of every pleasurable nerve ending being touched by his cock inside you. It doesn’t help that Benny’s mouth keeps falling open, sounds that set your skin on fire tumbling off his tongue. Worse yet, his eyes sparkle every time he opens them to look at you, like a lost man looking at salvation. It sends skitters of fire along your back, pushes air out of your lungs in similar sounds to those he makes. You lower yourself again and his cock strokes against a sensitive spot. When you open your eyes Benny’s pleased look tells you he heard that. Oh, did he hear that.

His eyes locked on your face, his hands help you move your hips as thrills dance up your spine.

“That’s it, use me, just like that.” His soothing voice urges, seemingly without Benny noticing the words falling from his mouth. He’s too focused watching your eyes flutter, dragging your hips down just a little harsher to hear a sigh escape you. Your thighs clench around him at the feeling. You start to do it again, but Benny’s hands are already working to help you through the motion. He drags along the same spot and you feel rushes of pleasure going through your body. “Take what you need from me.”

You’ve never been one to deny someone a request like that. Benny lets out a whimper as your hips start to move faster and you’re not sure how much longer he’ll last. He is flushed red and his every breath is a moan, his hips bucking to meet yours. His cock strikes true every time, pleasure washing over you again and again in heady waves. Sparks set of wildfires in your stomach that spread to every limb and meeting those in Benny’s hands. Your thighs are shaking worse now, especially when Benny runs his hands over them, gently but burning the skin in his path. It’s so much and so good, and Benny’s eyes are alight with all the stars in the sky.

“So good.” He responds to the praise with a moan that vibrates into your body, dark eyes locked on yours. He won’t make it much longer, but he’ll try. You grind your hips down against his and you feel the wave threatening to crash. “Just like that.”

His breath hitches when you push all the way down, and you feel your stomach flip. Then it rushes over you. Benny curses and gasps your name as he finally falls from his balance point. Every stroke is fire, like you are burning and taking Benny with you. You push closer as you feel him shake, sending pride and pleasure through you. His hands guides you onto him over and over, even continuing a few times after he is finished. Then his hands fall to his sides and he closes his eyes. You look at him with a proud smile as he catches his breath. He puts his arm over his eyes.

“Yeah, definitely better than my last Friday.”

-Morning after-

It’s half past nine when you have finished your coffee and eggs. Benny insisted on giving you food before you left, maybe just so he could make you sit at the table again. You wonder if he’ll think about this every time he sits at it now.

You step outside and give him a look when he follows.

“Let me walk you down.” He shrugs and locks the door while you wait.

“I think I can find it myself; I know where it is.” You tease as you start walking.

“Just want to make sure you get hold of a cab.” He follows you down the stairs and holds open the door out to the street. Then he points to the buzzer labeled Watts. “That’s how you get up, for next time.”

You laugh.

“Next time, huh?” Benny shrugs, turning around into the street just as the smile breaks through. His sharp whistle stops a cab rolling past. Benny opens the cab door for you.

“Next time.”

[felovabriel]

Better Than You Flirt

   Gilbert adjusted his shirt, looking around the room. His gaze swept over the crowd with the efficiency of someone who had done it a million times before.  He wasn’t expecting to find anyone who could really keep his attention for long – just someone who would help him pass the night.  He didn’t really sleep anymore.  The combination of depression and anxiety made him too restless to sleep and too lethargic to do anything productive.  So, here he was again.

   A flash of gold near the bar caught his eye. At first he thought it was a bracelet, but then he realized it was a watch.  The man who wore it knocked his drink back, dark chocolate curls fluttering as he did so.  The sight of him sent a jolt through Gilbert.  When was the last time he’d felt like that?

   Throwing on a cocky grin, Gilbert slid through the crowd like a fish through water.  In minutes he was beside the brunet, leaning against the counter and smirking.

   “You know, you look shorter up close,” he commented, then cursed himself for saying something so dumb.  It clearly didn’t win him any favors, judging by the glare he received in return.  Strike one—hopefully he would get a chance to redeem himself.

   “What do you want?” the brunet asked bluntly. He was watching Gilbert suspiciously, like he suspected the blond’s attraction but was going to make him work hard to get attention in return.  Gilbert couldn’t help but grin.  He was always up for a challenge.

   “Well, I was hoping for you name.  Maybe a number, if I’m lucky,” he replied, feeling bold enough to wink.

   The brunet’s expression twisted in disgust, but Gilbert thought it was too exaggerated to be real.  If this guy told him seriously to back off he would, but a little banter never hurt.  He grinned back, showing the other man that he wasn’t going to be scared off that easily. To his (well-hidden) surprise, a flush colored the other’s cheeks.  Oh, interesting.

   “I’m Gilbert,” he offered, holding out his hand. The other stared at it like a dead fish for a moment, but then reached out and took it hesitantly.  His hand was warm and slightly calloused—just what Gilbert liked.

   “Lovino,” he replied reluctantly, not quite meeting Gilbert’s eyes when he spoke.  The flush still warmed his cheeks, lit by the string of lights over the bar.  Gilbert realized he was staring and swallowed hard, flashing another grin.

   “Nice to meet’cha, Lovi,” he replied finally, ignoring the other’s protests against the nickname, “What are you up for? Dancing, another drink?”

   “Neither,” Lovino snapped, though Gilbert thought he could hear a flustered note in his voice.  He jerked his hand out of Gilbert’s grip, looking around them as if for an escape route.  Gilbert noticed his ears were red too.  Honestly, the whole look was adorable.  He hadn’t expected much out of tonight, but if he was right about this guy, then most of his blustering was an act.

   “We could just go,” he suggested, wiggling his brows.  The way he saw it, there were two ways this could come out—either Lovino rejected him and it was early enough to pretend nothing ever happened, or the offer would be accepted and then…Well, who knew where this would go?

   Lovino whipped back around to look at Gilbert, his eyes wide with surprise.  There was a moment of silence, and Gilbert could have sworn the whole bar was holding its breath as it waited for Lovino’s answer.  Then, finally, a slow, sensual smirk spread slowly across the brunet’s lips, sweet and smooth as honey.

   “Why not?” he said finally, cocking his head in an almost condescending way, “I just hope you fuck better than you flirt.”

   Gilbert snorted at that, but grinned and threw his arm around the smaller man’s shoulders.  “I can promise that,” he purred in Lovino’s ear.  His grin grew as he was rewarded with a shiver, and he felt Lovino take the first step toward the door.

Inspired by: “Here Comes the Weekend” - P!nk

originally written & published on @chesayacatart-moved in 2018

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