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1kook · 4 years ago

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kissanime & foreplay

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k

notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isn’t a 1kook fic unless there��s smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!!

HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! 🥺💜

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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. There’s no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, you’re twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You don’t have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. There’s a bathtub—something you haven’t had the pleasure of using during college—and a fairly open living space. There’s so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.

The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.

And of course, Doyeon.

Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why she’s going to be stuck living at her parent’s house for at least a couple more years.

Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasn’t the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadn’t been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, they’d let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.

The reason it became an issue for her now is because it’s poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.

So now she’s taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you don’t mind accepting Doyeon’s weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.

Jungkook’s supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesn’t ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You weren’t in college anymore, so you didn’t have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, it’s mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.

However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, he’s started coming over every Saturday night to make sure you’re still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and it’s currently week four.

He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, you’ve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you don’t really care. It’s become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you don’t mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didn’t watch the documentary?

Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises you’ll pick the next one so you’ve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.

Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.

It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.

Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaints— well, no complaints towards Jungkook’s terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue —Jungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.

You’ve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isn’t bad— if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.

Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and you’d do anything to keep him to yourself.

After long deliberation, you’ve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.

He sends you a text when he’s outside your building, and five minutes later there’s a rap against your door.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. He’s got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But he’s also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.

You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadn’t seen at his hip. “Mailman gave me this,” he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. “Since when did you start buying sex toys?” he asks rather loudly in the hallway.

You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. “They’re not mine!” you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, it’s for you. Couldn’t there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?

With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. “It’s okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like you’re actually embarrassed to be caught buying toys— you’re not. You’re embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply can’t put to use. “Whatever,” you sigh, “your gross popcorn is in my bedroom and it’s probably stale.”

He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. “Bring the box, gorgeous,” he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan loudly. “It’s not mine!” you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.

Not only do you have no idea what’s in this package, but you’re frankly not too keen on finding out. You’re more interested in Jungkook’s reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.

Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.

“What the hell is this?” he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.

You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. “KissAnime,” you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.

“Baby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,” he says. “And what even are these?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. “Animated teacher porn?”

By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook… only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. “What? You wanna watch hentai now?” you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.

Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. “No,” he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. “I am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,” he says rather matter-of-factly.

You snort, repeating, “a woman teacher,” mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. “Silence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.” Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.

You’re beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesn’t make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First it’s the quality of the frames, and then it’s the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode you’re considering breaking up with him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, tearing yourself away from him. He’s all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, you’d be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but you’re about two seconds from ripping his head off. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,” you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. “You gotta shut up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I have to shut up?” he asks in a scandalized tone. “You sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.”

At this rate you’re getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

“Who actually watches those anyway?” he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. “Really?” he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.

You snort. “You are such a baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. “What? Can’t handle seeing some anime titties?”

Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. “They’re just weird,” he admits. “And make unrealistic faces.”

“Unrealistic,” you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. There’s an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. “Just because you can’t get those faces out of me doesn’t mean they’re unreal.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. “First of all, I can get you like that,” he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. “In fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so let’s not say anything too drastic now, okay?”

His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. “Oh, you can make me all stupid like this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yes.”

“Uh huh,” you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. That’s fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you prove it to me, Jungkookie?” you purr, before pulling away.

His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.

The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one he’s had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.

Honestly speaking, you don’t doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact you’re rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.

“Hm?” you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. “Are you scared I’m right and you’re wrong?”

A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until you’re shivering against him. “Oh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,” he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. It’s too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.

With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. “Have a little faith in me,” he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.

Suddenly, he’s drawing back. “Kook?” you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.

He flashes you a smile. “Go on,” he says, arms behind his head. “Show me how to get you like that.”

“By myself?” you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.

The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkook’s way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.

The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. “Mmh,” you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkook’s eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.

A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. “Wanna take these off for me?” he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.

You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until you’re on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. “Stay like this for me,” he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. He’s got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, it’s only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.

There’s this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him you’re reminded of every position he’s ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you don’t grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriend— now what?

A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.

His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesn’t brush your hand off, doesn’t shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.

You groan, head rolling from side to side. “Don’t be so soft with me,” you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. “Push me around like that one time, you know I like it.”

Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. He’s got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. “Need me to be mean to you, baby?” he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. “Want me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?” You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. “But isn’t this better?” he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. “Slow... and so easy.”

“Kook,” you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you can’t, because he’s knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead you’re left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. “F-Faster,” you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.

The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. You’re left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. “It’s enough,” you cry, your entire body shivering.

Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. He’s got this glint on his eyes, like he’s thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.

The moment you see it, it’s like you’re transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know he’s going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know he’s going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkook’s teasing antics, he’s snatching up the box.

“The Bullet Bestie,” he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, there’s a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but you’re not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.

“Baby,” you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. “We can look at it another time,” you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. “Why don’t you finish off here?” you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.

Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.

“No,” you say slowly, sitting back up, “no, no,” you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. You’re barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. He’s fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. “Kook, please just make me cum,” you gasp.

There’s a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. “Look at my girl,” he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. “Where’s that smartmouth now?”

“Jungkook,” you try to warn. But there’s no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. “Baby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just please—“

A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. “W-Wait,” you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. “No-please.”

His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. “Hey pretty girl, does it feel good?” he husks out, kissing just below your ear. “Aw fuck,” he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, “can’t even see if you’re making that stupid face right now.”

You are, but you don’t even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You don’t doubt you look like those silly ads you’d laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.

It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. It’s so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkook’s name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.

The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and you’re just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.

The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until he’s got those same hands cupping your breasts. “Did you like that?” he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, “my pretty girl was so good for me, wasn’t she?”

Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. “Kook,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. “W-Wait,” you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tweaking your nipples. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You can’t relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. “That’s it,” he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.

Just as you’re beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkook’s caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. “Bet you could come again now,” he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. “Bet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. There’s a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.

“Come on,” he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattress— Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.

When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. “Crybaby, crybaby,” he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. “Lemme see those tears, baby,” he purrs.

He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. It’s embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.

Jungkook’s body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before he’s suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.

“God,” you groan, knocking your foot against his side. “Just fuck me already,” you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkook’s fat demon cock inside of you.

He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him can’t touch. “Can’t,” he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.

Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, he’d eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.

The most adventurous you’d ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.

“Kook,” you whine childishly.

Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. “I can’t, baby,” he says, almost pained. “I gotta clean you up first,” he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, he’s diving face first into your cunt.

But the biggest surprise doesn’t come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. “No, no,” you yelp immediately, “I-I‘ll break you,” you cry, trying to escape from his hold.

From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkook’s face. It’s a look that loudly says don’t you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. “Jungkook,” you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. “I’m, I’m,” you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. “I’ll break you,” you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. “I-I’ll—“

He pulls off with a pop. “Fuck my face, baby,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. “You got that?”

You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriend’s handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before he’s reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. They’re still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. “B-But what if—“

“You won’t,” he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, “come on, pretty girl.”

The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.

For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. “Fuck my face, sweetheart,” he whispers, “drag that pretty cunt all over me until I can’t breathe.” A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassing—like I love you—there’s a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkook’s nose.

“O-Oh,” you cry, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him he’s a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt you’ll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like he’s nothing but a toy. “Kook, Jungkook,” you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.

It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. You’re not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt you’d ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).

But, this moment…

The power was quickly going to your head. “Fuck,” you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. It’s ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. “Mmmf,” you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. “N-No,” you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. “There, there,” you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.

Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you weren’t so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.

It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until you’re coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess he’d claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adam’s apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. He’s looking up at you like you’re some mythical goddess and he’s but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkook’s mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. He’s still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. “D’you like it?” he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. “I saw it, y’know,” he says suddenly.

“Saw what?” you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.

Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks he’s crazy, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkook’s drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadn’t done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, he’s kissing you softly. “That stupid face,” he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. “That weird, now realistic face,” he tacks on.

You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. “Hey,” you call, “don't you wanna cum too?”

He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. “Nah,” he says, cuddles closer into you. “Rest now, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “I can feel your dick against my thigh,” you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. “Fuck me.”

He groans against your collarbone. “No, you’re tired,” he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when he’s riled up. “Sleep.”

With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. “Fuck me, Jungkookie,” you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. “Use my body,” you suggest, “I’m yours anyway.”

His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. “Don’t say that,” he sighs, “makes me wanna do very mean things to you.”

You smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, don’t you know that?” Another groan, his head falling forward until he’s hiding in your neck. Still, there’s movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. There’s a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when he’d managed to get you to sit on his face. “Inside, Jungkookie,” you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. “Good boy.”

Despite your earlier belief that you’d never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. “No,” he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. “I can’t.”

You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. “That’s it,” you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. “Do you like this pussy?” you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.

Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. “Yes,” he pants, “s-so wet… creamy.”

“Yeah?” you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. “It’s yours.”

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. He’s breathing harshly now, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night he’d given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, it’s the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. “Mine,” he growls, bucking his hips into you. “You’re mine, baby, mine,” he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. It’s painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.

He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. “Fuck,” he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. “That was evil.”

You laugh, pulling him closer. “As evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?” you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know it’ll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but it’s worth it.

“It’s called building the scene,” he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. “I was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot it’s name.”

“Rude,” you snap, “it’s called KissAnime.”

“And fore-play,” he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.

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epilogue

Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie she’d gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesn’t pay for that.

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pastelwitchling · 3 years ago

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Michael finding out that it was Nora that Alex saw when he was working on the Lockhart machine? Thank you!

***

There were tons of reasons Michael volunteered spending the night at the bunker, looking through archived files from Deep Sky. But only one that mattered, and he sat a few seats down from him now, holding a file of his own, brows furrowed as his dark eyes scanned the page.

Michael had no idea how busy Alex could get until he was officially dating him. (He still smiled to himself at the mere thought, he couldn’t believe he got to say that now.) But everyone always needed him for something, and if it wasn’t their friends taking Alex away, it was his job. Michael didn’t mind though. As long as he got to call Alex his. As long as he knew Alex was coming to him at the end of the day, which he always did, pent up and eager to touch and be touched.

Though, Michael had to admit, when he had offered to spend the night with Alex at the bunker, it wasn’t uncovering alien secrets that had his blood rushing. Finally, and after realizing that he was just raking Alex’s body across the table instead of actually reading anything, he tossed the file down.

“You know I offered to come because I wanted to lay you down on this thing” – he knocked on the table – “and make you scream, right?”

“Oh good,” Alex said calmly, turning to the next page of his file. “And here I thought you were just planning to stare at me for two more hours.”

Michael grinned, licking his lower lip as he pushed himself up and out of his seat.

“Don’t you dare.”

Michael chuckled under his breath as he came around the table, plucked the file from Alex’s hands, and threw it on top of his. He turned Alex’s chair with his mind to face him, and without preamble, climbed up onto his lap, straddling him.

Alex’s hands went instinctively to Michael’s hips, and Michael exhaled a shuddering breath as his hands slid up Alex’s strong arms, his shoulders, his smooth neck and buried themselves in his soft hair.

“There,” he murmured as he leaned in, his lips an inch from Alex’s, the two of them breathing each other’s air. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

“We have to work,” Alex said in his low, gravelly, irresistible voice that always sent the blood rushing to Michael’s cock.

Michael curved his body into Alex’s, and groaned softly. “We will,” he whispered, and took Alex’s lower lip between his teeth. He let go with a moan and said, “We’ll work real hard.”

He leaned in, eager to close the distance and take Alex’s mouth in his own, taste his tongue, feel his skin against his, but just as his lips brushed Alex’s, Alex turned away so that Michael ended up kissing his cheek.

He lingered, but his brows pinched as he felt Alex’s fingers curl to fists against his waist, then he was gently pushing Michael away.

“S-Seriously,” he murmured, “I need to get this work done.”

Michael pulled away, trying and failing not to feel hurt. “But –”

“If you’re tired,” Alex said, still refusing to look at him, “you should go home, get some rest. I’ll finish up here.”

“O-Oh,” Michael watched Alex, waiting for him to tell him he was kidding, but Alex seemed adamant on keeping his eyes on the files and away from everywhere Michael was touching him. “O-Okay . . .”

Slowly, heat rushing up his neck and to the tips of his ears, Michael let go of Alex, climbed off his lap, and stepped back. He’d grabbed his jacket and made it to the door, all without looking at his boyfriend, his hand on the doorhandle . . . then he stopped.

He clenched his jaw. How many times had Alex turned him away, and how many of those times had it actually been because Alex didn’t want him? How many times had it really been because of something torturing him, and . . . how many times had Michael suspected that, but walked away anyway?

Screw that.

He turned back around, stormed up to Alex, and just as Alex looked up, startled, Michael grabbed his face and crashed their mouths together. Alex grabbed Michael’s wrists, but didn’t push him away.

When they couldn’t breathe anymore, Alex pounded on Michael’s chest and they broke apart, panting.

“Don’t do that,” Michael warned with a breathless growl. “Don’t push me away, Alex.”

Alex shook his head, eyes closed. “You don’t – you don’t get it –”

“Then tell me,” he urged. “Tell me until I do get it.” Alex looked down, but Michael tilted his chin up. “You’ve been keeping me away since Jones died. What – what happened?” Michael swallowed, the fears he’d had rising now inside him. “Is it because of him? Is it because of what I did to my own –”

“Stop it,” Alex breathed, appalled. “Don’t ever . . .” He was shaking his head, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Don’t ever think that there’s anything you could do that would make me love you less. Never, Guerin.”

“Then why –”

“Because the person I saw with the Lockhart Machine that put me on that ledge . . .” Alex shut his eyes and pulled Michael’s hand away from his chin, unable to look at him, “was your mother.”

Michael stared, his hands falling to his sides. Millions of questions rested on his tongue, the first of which was, You saw my mother?

But no. It hadn’t actually been Nora. It had been some manifestation from the machine that had tortured Alex and almost taken him away from Michael for good. Was that why Alex couldn’t look him in the eyes now? Because Michael reminded him of the fears and doubts that had almost gotten him killed?

He stepped back. Alex caught this movement with a brief look of panic.

“So . . .” Michael muttered, unable to believe it, “you’re scared of me . . .”

“What?” Alex’s gaze snapped up, and he jumped to his feet. “No, Michael! I could never be scared of you, that’s not what this is, I . . .” He heaved a sigh, and rubbed his face. When he dropped his hands, he said, “I feel guilty, okay?”

“Guilty?” Michael blinked. “Why?”

“Why?” Alex huffed a miserable chuckle. “Because your mom’s your hero, Guerin! She’s everything to you, and when it came down to it, the thing that could make me hate myself more than anything was her! Because I know that if she ever saw what my family had put you through – what I put you through – that she’d . . . she’d hate me, and – and you’d hate me too –”

“Hey, hey,” Michael had closed the distance between them, pulling Alex into his arms and not knowing what else to do. “I could never hate you,” he breathed to help calm Alex down, to keep his heart from hammering against his own, to keep his breaths deep instead of shallow and panicked. “I could never hate you, I could never anything less than love you. Breathe, baby.”

Alex trembled, pressing his brow to Michael’s shoulder. He clutched fistfuls of Michael’s shirt at his back, and when he spoke again, he croaked, “You’d hate me, Guerin.”

Michael wordlessly shook his head as he hugged him tighter, hiding his face in the crook of Alex’s neck.

“You’d hate me because she’d hate me, and you know she would.”

Michael stuck a hand in Alex’s hair, and pressed his lips to his ear. “You know what she told me in Caulfield? Why she told me to run?”

Alex said nothing, but held Michael on tighter.

“She took one look at you . . .” Michael closed his eyes and exhaled shakily, feeling Alex tremble against him, “and she told me I was safe . . . and loved . . . more than I could ever imagine.”

Alex’s shoulders scrunched, like he didn’t dare believe it. The thought made Michael kiss the shell of his ear, then his cheek. Then he whispered, “But she was wrong about one thing.”

He pulled back enough to take in Alex’s glassy eyes and pained, fearful expression, like he was terrified about what Michael would say next.

“What?” he said hoarsely.

A soft smile tugged at Michael’s lips as he cupped Alex’s jaw and brushed his cheek with his thumb. “I can imagine that kinda love. I feel it every second, Alex . . . all for you.” He took Alex’s face with both hands this time, his expression turning serious. “No one will ever love anyone the way I love you. Don’t ever doubt that again.”

As he searched Michael’s face, Alex’s body finally deflated, relief etched in every breath he took. His hands ran up and down Michael’s back, and his nails started to dig in. He breathed deeply, and pulled Michael in closer.

“Then please,” he said in that same low, gravelly voice that always had Michael’s knees trembling. “Touch me, Michael, I’ve been dying to feel you for weeks.”

Michael released a shuddering exhale, wrapped an arm around Alex’s waist, picked him up, and set him down on the edge of the table.

He spread his legs and crowded between them, already reaching for his belt. “Thought you’d never ask, Private.”

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shit-scfandom-did · 4 years ago

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so i have a few questions

1)i cannot understand how you ship k*ramel. their relationship was FILLED with toxicity. from mon-el failing over and over again to listen to what kara had to say to him basically telling her to give up being kara danvers. convincing her that "being supergirl and having you is enough” was absolutely horrible. karamel had their moments but overall it was toxic. then in s3 mon el was married and the whole point of season 3 was allowing them to move on. accepting the toxicity from s2 and pushing past that romanticized time. mon el was a better person by 3b but he was still married. even if mon el and imra did break up in the finale there’s no future for karamel. even during 5x13 kara went to ask on advice about lena. and when winn came to visit from the future not a word about him. she’s moved on and it just wouldn’t make sense for kara to end up with him.

2) how can you hate lena so so so much?? it’s been said over and over again that all she’s ever wanted to do is good. though she’s designed to be this morally grey character. she has FLAWS but that’s what makes her so good. she’s a victim of abuse and you can see her struggle with that especially in seasons 4 and 5. in 5 she definitely goes down a questionable path but how can you expect her not too? after being emotionally abused by her brother, betrayed by her family, andrea (this did happen before kara), and then eve. finding out that kara and EVERYONE she loves has betrayed her as well. I mean how could you not go mad?? and even when she “went mad” she was trying to rid humanity of PAIN. something she later realized was a necessary part of life. her hurt blinded her from reality and lex’s manipulation pushed her down further. she’s been hurt and broken so many times and while that’s not an excuse for what she’s done you have no sympathy for her and that I find appalling. lena has realized what she’s done is wrong, that she’s made mistakes, what she did to kara, and she will have to live with that isn’t that punishment enough? she’s apologized and is trying to make up for everything she’s done by saving the world (again). your unnecessary hate towards her infuriates me. cant you take a step back and see the whole picture?

3) why DONT you ship supercorp or accept the queerbaiting? (watch this: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=C2w2GBXd_Pg) They are the core relationship of the show while the danvers sisters are the heart. they’ve gone through so so much together and practically dated in early season 2. they love each other it’s just oh so apparent. i like to believe one of the reasons lena reacted so strongly in s5 is because she was in love with kara and she couldn’t handle the person she was in love with lying to her. and kara flew around the world to get lena’s favorite food!! if that’s not romantic idk what is. I feel like you’ve developed such a clouded view of supercorp that you need to take a step back and understand what lena is the love of kara’s life.

wow what a long message. im not here to hate. im here to inform & undertand. i get it. karamel had their moments and even MY perception of them might be a little cloudy. im not going to hate you for liking them. hell I even shipped them for a little! my brother thinks 3b mon el and kara would’ve been perfect but he understands that supercorp is just where the show is leading and he wants them to be endgame. but what I will hate is your hate. what’s the point of all this? this thread, this account is going to do NOTHING. so why bother? I debated sending this and I hope I’m not too harsh at times but I really wanna see what you say. I hope you can open your eyes to lena and supercorp. maybe even become a supercorp shipper yourself!

- thanks and supercorp endgame 💙❤️

First of all, if you want to discuss ships in the future send this type of anons to facepalming-since-chernobyl, this blog is not for this, but for gathering receipts.

1.I just ship it, I don’t get why you have to understand it. It’s shipping. But if you insist:

No, it was not filled with toxicity. Count me when he failed to listen to her when they were in a relationship. Secondly, he is not a dog, he has his brain, he is his own person. People don’t always do what others asked them to do. It’s not slavery.

He has NEVER said to her to give up being Kara Danvers. How did he exactly convince her? How can you read the scene that he convinced her that being supergirl and having him is erasing Kara Danvers? In this scene he supports anything SHE WANTS to do. Also, Kara Danvers doesn’t equal Kara being a reporter in CatCo. On that moment she had her blog. She change people’s live with it like a real reporter. She took the risk and met consequences of her actions aka being fired by Snapper. Also, remind me who told her to create a blog? With your logic Lena was erasing Kara Danvers too.

Friendly reminder that he was forced to the marriage to keep peace. Also, friendly reminder Imra and the Legion out him in this situation without telling him about her plans. She and Brainiac put him there, knowing exactly how much he loved Kara and how much she meant to him. Imra knew that, that’s why she asked him to stay and solve his feelings. She said if he had come back, she would have known he had no doubts. But he wanted to stay, that’s why they broke up. He came back because once again he sacrificed himself for the greater good, like a real hero. Maybe watch the Argo eps because they clearly show that no, it was no about moving on.

It was not accepting about so called toxicity. First of all, she already forgave him that he lied. Secondly, all of she was screaming in that scene, when she was infected with M’rynn’s powers, happened before they got together and it was already approached in the musical ep. Aka, this scene had no point.

There is no future for karamel because you say so?

Kara went to asked him, because she truly believed and trusted him and his judgment. And yes, she asked about Lena and what did he said? That Kara deserved the same compassion she gives others, something Lena never gave her. And sorry, I know all scs scream the 100 ep was about sc, but it was about Kara fully realizing she is not responsible for Lena’s horrible choices. That’s it. And friendly reminder she called her a villain in the last scene. Also, the ep showed than no matter what, Lena always ends screwing something, because she has too big ego, always knows better, doesn’t stand criticism and doesn’t trust anyone.

It doesn’t make sense for you. Suit yourself.

2.Her fans made me hate her :) Thanks to them and how they excuse her every horrible action, how they treat her as a victim, while she abuse everyone etc. I started to watch her more carefully. And well, she is a horrible, white, privileged capitalist, who plays god, judge, jury, has mommy issues and acts like typical Luthor while crying she is not one, while still using Luthors money and resources.

Yeah, many people want to make good and end doing evil things. Common people pay for their sins, she has never. Since allowing hostile Daxamite army to invade the Earth (also, her portal affected the other aliens who destroyed the NC), producing a device that could recofnize aliens without their consent (and it was used by Children of Liberty,)producing and lying about Kryptonite, trying to make people superpowered without any supervision, killing Adam during illegal experiment, supporting openly alienphobic president and in a way Agent Liberty, killing Lex and then blaming Kara and finally manipulating Kara for months, lying, gaslighting, yelling, making her steal Lex journal, trying to lobotomize her and tortured with kryptonite, hurting every way possible, physically and mentally. Working with mass murderer, enslaving 3 people (kidnapping Eve, without her consent putting AI into her mind, basically RAPING her brain and making her a puppet in her own body; enslaving end experimenting on Malefic and Russel – threatening to kill him to steal Andrea’s necklace) – none of it are flaws. It was horrible abuse and violating every human right and the fact some people excuse it is disgusting.

First of all, being victim of abuse doesn’t give you the rights to HURT other people. The fact I have to explain pains me. Secondly, what abuse exactly? Lillian didn’t love her? Lex kidnapped her? Said he was going to kill her? You know what? Winn HAD HORRIBLE past and he didn’t turn into a murderer. Mon-El was abused by his mother and never tortured Kara with Kryptonite. J’onn killed a lot of white martians but last time I checked he doesn’t feel good about it. Also, never said the things he has done were GOOD. See a difference?

Yeah, and all of it, still doesn’t give her the rights to torture people. Also, friendly reminder she lied to Supergirl about Kryptonite in s3, much before the whole drama. Remember how she destroyed the life of a girl that stole boyfriend in middle school? It clearly shows she always had THAT in her. Plus, sorry not sorry, if she wanted different life, outside her family she could have easily done that. She was in Star City, with Jack, doing her researches, making her career. And she threw it all away, because she WANTED to be a Luthor.

Plus, sorry not sorry, if you feel betrayed and hurt because your friend didn’t tell you something she didn’t OWE you, you go to therapy, not trying to lobotomize entire planet.

Mate, she wanted to lobotomizer entire humanity, without ANYONE’S consent, because SHE, one single Lena, felt hurt. This is playing a GOD. Nothing explains it.

Planning a cold ass revenge for months is not being blinded by feelings.

Once again, even if could argue about how many times she was broken, most of that was a white privileged life she chose herself but whatever, it still doesn’t excuse her. All of she has done should meet consequences. Paying for shit you have done, accepting it, fully realizing what you have done is a part of redemption. Still in s5 she didn’t even apologize to Kara. Because she still didn’t understand what she has done and doesn’t feel sorry about it.

Feel appalled as much as you want, because I’m not going to feel sorry for a white, privileged woman who has never paid for her actions and is basically a living avatar of the worst Karen you can imagine.

She realized Lex was using her horrible experiments (remember? She experimented on puppies too) to his own agenda, that’s why she went to Kara. That’s not grasping a thing. Mhm, if you call that an apology then suit yourself. She is not saving the world, she is helping once again other people fixing the shit she created.

Feel infuriated as much as you want, because I don’t care? Especially when it comes from a person who tells others to take a step back while being totally narrow minded about Mon-El and karamel.

3.Because actors, prodcuers, writers call SC a female friendship. Mel did that in her last interview. See whatever you want but maybe stop forcing people to ship a horribly abusive ship.

Well… no. Kara is the heart and soul of the Supergirl. Alex is her most important relationship. Lena is an important friend, who doesn’t deserve it yet, but we all know Kara is the Paragon of Hope so of course she is going to forgive her.

I know you people think sc dated because they breathed in one room, but in s2 Kara dated, had sex, kissed, cuddled and enjoyed her time with Mon-El.

Yeah, they love each other as friends. It was said more than once.

That’s your delusion, you are free to do it.

Kara done that to Alex too, so you are saying she is romantically in love with her sister or something? If bringing people food is romantic and damn, most of the people I know loves me, god.

No, lena is not Kara’s love of her life.

Cool, you are not going to hate me because I ship karamel, I’m touched.

Sorry that you are going to be super disappointed in the end of the show I guess.

You will hate my hate – what’s the point of it?

Once again, because I don’t think you understand the point of this blog or read the description – it’s gathering receipts of assholes who cross tag and hate on the actors. Maybe go and search #gross hate or #cast hate on this blog so you can see how amazing your fandom is. Have fun.

I would rather eat my own shit than starting shipping the victim of abuse with her abuser.

Thanks and no :)

#anons

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finitepeace · 4 years ago

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fics i read this week:

I read some bucky x natasha fics:

Head Is Not My Home by taralkariel

Summary: The Black Widow is a legend. Legends aren't made cheap.

Shaken by the events of Civil War, Natasha Romanoff goes back to familiar ground to hide. To hide and remember how she became the Black Widow. How Natalia Romanova would do anything to save her father-figure. How she was one of 28 ballerinas with the Bolshoi - no, one of 28 Black Widow agents with the Red Room. How the only thing that made her feel human was a man with a metal arm.

(A story to show what really happened in the comics Red Room and how it could fit into the MCU)

19k words in 12 chapters, not rated (maybe T&up?), bucky nat up to IW, i think. it’s not very dark themed <3,

tell me baby, do you recognize me? by xocean

Summary: "You're a liar." Natasha is shaking. "You're a heartless, lonely, lying murderer."

He doesn't even blink. "We both are."

The Winter Soldier's game is up, and Steve's not letting him go this time. Enter the only person who doesn't want a part in this shitfest: Natasha Romanov.

Or, as James Buchanan Barnes remembers her: Natalia Romanova.

63k words in 10 chapters (from 11), angst.

and an IronDad x SpiderSon fic:

This B.S. Better Be Worth It by losingmymindtonight 💙

Summary: Originally, Tony's plan had been to just surprise Peter with the fact that he would be on campus for a semester.

He’d never actually expected Peter to sign up for his class.

7k words in 4 chapters, tony acting like a dad (and awesome professor)

as usual, the rest are Stony fics:

American Dream by NobodysBloodyPrincess

Summary: Tony is trying, but try as he might he just can’t find the silver lining of this particular disaster.

After all, what happiness could possibly be derived from the knowledge that the perfect little girl in his arms is now motherless? What relief could be drawn, when his boyfriend of ten years, the love of his life really, is probably, currently, right at this moment in the arms of ‘Peggy’ his new fiancé?

13k words, no powers au, tony-centric, stevetony has broken up and tony adopts a kid, steve is depicted a bit insensitive (idk what the word, like unable to read the room?) here.

Where Our Restless Monsters Sleep by Mizzy 💙

Summary: Years after Tony Stark saved the universe, the Avengers realize there’s a major problem: his body has gone missing. And he isn’t the only one. Fallen heroes all over the galaxy have had their graves pillaged.

An old foe is stealing the bodies of fallen warriors, but for what nefarious reason? There’s only one solution. To find out why it’s happening, Steve’s gotta die.

He probably shouldn’t be so eager to do that.

233k words in 12 chapters, post endgame resurrections (?), gladiator trope, lots of action scenes, and THERE’S MORGAN x STEVE INTERACTIONS!!!!!

The Culling of the Stars by dirigibleplumbing

Summary: Tony dies saving Steve's life on the courthouse steps. Now Steve is left with the fallout of their Civil War, expected to take charge and preserve Tony's legacy. He doesn't know how he can do it alone—not when he can't stop thinking about Tony, or keep track of the days, or even feel.

9k words, comic book’s civil war not MCU’s, angst but gnidne yppah

Together, Always by Sapphic_Futurist 💙

Summary: He swallows hard, a prickle of tears in his eyes because this is his husband.

This is Tony Stark and Steve’s husband, and Steve gets to have this. He gets to have this for the rest of his goddamn life.

30k words in 3 chapters, embodiment of stony’s “together” T_T, read the tags if you want to be spoiled lol if not then enjoy! (and I don’t regret not reading the tags tbh)

And I'd Buy A Big House Where We Both Could Live by shinkonokokoro

Summary: Missing: Tony Stark, billionaire businessman, heir to Stark Industries, reward: none

Only Steve didn't know that when he picked up the waterlogged unconscious man from the bank of a river.

59k words in 29 chapters, non-power au, kid clint and peter as steve’s brothers

i stole the keys to this guy by kellifer_fic

Summary: Where it was Nick Fury's idea, but he didn't mean it like that

6k words, fake dating into real dating

Home Is Where the Time Machine Is by Wordsplat 💙

Summary:Steve and Tony's daughter accidentally falls back in time, and learns that impossible time travel phone calls can and will be made just to ground you, big brothers are awful snitches, and parents used to date other people. The past blows.

23k words in 5 chapters, domestic, stony being married

don't know why it took me so long to see by goodmorningbeloved (3799steps)

Summary: “Oh, watch this,” Natasha says, propping her chin against her knuckles and turning a sweet gaze on him. “Tony, what’s it like dating a superhero?”

Tony bristles in irritation. “We’re not dating,” he snaps. “Captain America probably thinks he can get into anyone’s pants just ‘cause he’s got a mask, costume, and reputation, but not me, buddy. That shield? Gotta be overcompensating for something.” He adds, a bit petulantly, “Oh, and all that blue? Definitely more Steve’s color than his.”

- In which Tony is a genius in all matters except recognizing his boyfriend past a mask.

11k words, tony being peacefully oblivious while the whole world isn’t.

I Started a Joke by Naferty

Summary "Tony?"

"Who the hell is Tony?"

102k words in 11 chapters, tony is the winter soldier

Take Two by Wordsplat 💙

Summary: Steve loses his memory but he gets the feeling he's lost a lot more. Who exactly is Tony Stark to him and why won't he come out of the basement?

24k words, i just love it.

Sunrise Over the End of the World by Sapphic_Futurist

Summary: When Dr. Strange arrives at an Accords Committee Meeting and warns of the coming of an alien megalomaniac set on destroying the world, the Rogues are pardoned and Tony finds himself exactly where he never wanted to be. Back at the Compound with Steve, who still can't take a hint and won't leave him alone.

In which Tony is broken and Steve finds redemption.

35k in 11 chapters, explicit, civil war fix-it up to infinity war

Far Away And Long Ago by Ragdoll (Keshka) 💙

Summary: Steve steps into the past and discovers that hope held on a pedestal is as insubstantial as smoke. Then he sees Tony. And that's when things get complicated.

Full summary contained within.

18k in 4 chapters, mature, seems like abandoned WIP :( endgame fix-it au when steve returns the stones...

Something More Than What They Are series by Sapphic_Futurist

An exploration of love, denial and propensity for change.

38k in 4 works, explicit, Steve and Tony are married during the civil war madness but seems like their love is not enough to stop it from happening or reconciling T_T

the marks you choose to leave behind by masterlokisev159

Summary: The Stane faction has been around for many years, long before Tony was bitten. And since he was forced, his life has been nothing short of misery and pain; a prison he will never escape. As a low member of the faction, his only hope at survival is to remain a loyal pet to Ezekiel. So when Ezekiel mentions the growing threat of the Avengers of the Undead, and the dreaded Captain, Tony is adamant to step up and do what he can. It’s also his last chance to see the outside world before he’s bonded to Whitney forever.

But what he finds instead is an unlikely companion with golden eyes. A strange werewolf by the name of Steve.

35k, general, vampire tony/werewolf steve, based on earth-666

La La Love by Wordsplat

Summary: "To be perfectly clear, Tony always knew that Stephanie Rogers was the best thing that would ever happen to him."

4k words, teen up and audiences, female Steve, highschool au, awkward tony

Meet Your Heroes by Wordsplat

Summary:Tony gets rescued by a highly concerned, very handsy Captain America. This is confusing for a number of reasons.

4k words, identity porn AU,

Hashtag Finally by Wordsplat 💙

Summary: Tony doesn't ever actually ask the Avengers to move into his house, steal his wifi, eat all his food, and become the best family he's ever known. They do it anyway.

15k, teen&up, domestic avengers a.k.a. tower life, hyperactive Clint lol, super cute, everyone are stony supporters

Thanks For the Memories by Wordsplat

Summary: When Tony is sent crashing-all too literally-into the 1940's by an alternate-universe Loki's spell, neither Tony nor Steve are prepared for the consequences.

9k words, time travel au, secret pining

#stony #stevetony #irondad #bucknat #fics read

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effervescent7 · 4 years ago

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Lana, Lex, Clark, and Lionel debate

This is a Lana Clark Lex and Lionel debate

X 6 years ago

"Clark means more to me than you ever will" No Lana the only person who means more to you than anyone is yourself.

LO 6 years ago

STFU REJECT

X 6 years ago

@LO STFU Lana fanboy.

Supernova 2 days ago

That's why Lana did all of that volunteer work for blood drives. Or helped Adam when he pretended to be homeless. Wanted to use Lex's money for halfway houses and immigrant slavery. You know this Lana-hate which THANK GOODNESS is almost over is just out of spite.

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X 1 day ago

@Supernova She was the show's worst character. Treated like a perfect saintly Mary Sue who could do no wrong even though she can and had done plenty of wrong. She was a hypocrite who supposedly hated being lied to and having secrets kept from her only to lie and keep secrets herself. Her entire relationship with Clark was her trying to force him to tell her about his powers then having a tantrum when he wouldn't. She got jealous when men she fancied kissed other women even if she was with other men at the time. Even when she was with Whitney she gave Clark and Chloe a jealous look when she saw them kissing. Because Lana apparently believed that men had to pine for her until she was ready for them. Characters who were complete strangers to her would call her amazing out of nowhere even though she wasn't which was just the original producers projecting their obsession with the actress and character. Her and Clark's relationship was lust not love. They only liked each other for their looks and because they wanted to have sex. Anything Lana did wrong was ignored or portrayed as right. Like kidnapping the reformed Lionel and having him held hostage by a crazy woman for forcing her to marry Lex, when she was with Lex she threatened to have the college fund of the daughter of a LuthorCorp employee cut off unless said employee gave her the box from Brainiac's ship, she pretended to set up a clinic to help Kryptonite powered people but instead just used it to spy on Lex, nearly killed Lois while trying to kill Lex. People hate Lana because she's the worst character in the show, never had a clear set in stone character, was played by an actress hired for her looks not her acting ability, in other versions of Superman Lana Lang is just Clark's high school girlfriend. Therefore Lana should have left the show for good when she went to France at the end of Season 3. Instead they kept her around until Season 8. She was one of the most evil characters in the show yet was treated as if she was pure and innocent. At least Smallville's other villains were shown to be what they were.

A 8 hours ago (edited)

Only lust not love? When there were together they often go on normal dates, which they talk about of you listen to the dialogue. Apparently they always either go out to dinner, horse-riding, or dancing. They don't even sleep together for years of being friends. Anyway Clark is the major gaslighter in the show, gaslighting means making someone believe something isn't true even when they know it is. That is all Clark does to Lana and Lex throughout the first 3 seasons every-time someone threatens them about Clark. Lex tries to talk to him after being told by multiple people that Clark has a dangerous secret (like Lana) and just asks Clark outright. "Friendships built on secrets are destined to fail" and Clark says "good thing we don't have that problem". This is actually gaslighting. Making someone believe that something didn't happen, which can actually drive people out of their minds. "There's nothing more to me than what you see" to Lana who actually saw him use his powers "You'd still be the same Clark Kent." Which is what she says every-time she asks about the secret which is really in 3x02, gunpoint 3x03 after being kidnapped over the secret, and 5x10 because he suddenly stopped when they were going to sleep together. Then of course Clark blames her for moving away to college. And wait she actually think she asks about his health, because at this point she went to Lex and told him to stay away from Clark because he's "just like the rest of us". As for secrets in season 4 Lana admits everything which she had already told her current boyfriend and Lex about. She tells Clark after they become friends again. Why tell someone something if you aren't even talking to them? Then we see in 5x10 that Lana brings up aliens and tries to talk about the spaceship with Clark, before it's revealed that she accepted Lex's offer. Because Lex truly thinks aliens are going to invade and take over the world. Once Lex is revealed, you really expect her just to lie back and know that he's doing a ton of messed up stuff and not go after him? Lex is evil, but let him be? Going after an evil person doesn't make someone evil. And oh Lionel- didn't he kill his parents and a ton of innocent people over the years. Didn't he abuse his family? Who cares! But you seem to forget that Lana did save Lois' in Gone and Arrival. As for Lois, Chloe does confront her about that. But no Lana is not evil, she goes through therapy and reformation before returning because of some mental issues from being with Lex. And is your comment is less an accurate view of the show and more a rant.

X 7 hours ago @Ambrosia 777 She was right to go after Lex but didn't care how many innocents she hurt to get to him. And Lionel had redeemed himself after switching bodies with Clark cured him of a liver disease that was killing him and spent the rest of his life protecting Clark until Lex killed him. As bad as Clark's lying and secret keeping was he was doing it to protect people and make it so they didn't get put in danger or killed by his life as a hero.

A 6 hours ago

But she didn't plan to hurt Grant or Lois. Grant only didn't want to expose Lex because he worked for him. Anyway Lana had mental issues, she needed to work through. A fake pregnancy and finding out all of those things she defended Lex from were actually real broke her. But then and I read that blog post, she really did torture. herself because she didn't want to be that kind of person. Anyway the Black Box was supposed to protect the world from an alien invasion, until Lex wanted to start using it to make weapons. Then she disagreed, because she didn't want innocent people to die. Because she's not a Lex copy.

A 6 hours ago

Oh no I'm not a Clark hater at all. But I really hated how he pretended like Lex and Lana were imagining things and all of those people that kept telling them about him were lying. I know Clark is a good guy, but that took a toll on his friendships with them. They tried to prove they would care about him no matter what he was or why all of those things were happening. If a ton of people tried to kill me, then said yow know Clark has a secret. I'd want to know. And it's not like they argued with him about it, they asked directly. Straight to the source. Far better than just ending the relationship because Clark had a secret identity. Until Lex flat out started stalking him and that whole thing in Mortal which I will not excuse.

L 2 days ago (edited)

@A All that truth scarred him off. Adults blindly hating a teenage girl and insulting the actress don't need attention anyway. To think that Lionel spent his entire life killing people and being a wife beater, to earn sudden forgiveness and still treat Lex like crap. While Lex turns into this kind of misguided monster. And Lana spends 1 year doing questionable things to protect the world from aliens or Lex and she's evil! Don't get me started on that teenage crap this grown man commented at first.

L 3 hours ago

And where does this “whining” all the time come from?! She asks twice in season 3 after Clark runs away and doesn't ask again until season 5. Compare that to Chloe seasons 1-3. I think Lana-haters know they just exaggerate and hate the character because they're insecure or immature. Especially when it's a grown man saying these hateful things.

X 3 hours ago

@L Horrible things Lex and Lionel did were acknowledged as horrible. Horrible things Lana did were either ignored completely or treated as if they were right. Not liking a badly written and acted character isn't insecurity or immaturity. And there are plenty of women who hate the character of Lana as well. You liking her doesn't mean everyone has to.

A 9 minutes ago

You don't have to. Some of the things you said about Kristin and Lana in other comments read that way. And I truly think Lex and Lionel were evil because they had no reason to do those things. But Lana truly believed Lex when he said the Black Box could stop and invasion. And was mentally shook when he was revealed to be a bad guy who does all of these things she thought he wouldn't do, so she went after him. I'm just saying she's not evil or monstrous and ignoring the plot or reasons to hate Lana is unreasonable. And Isis was used to help meteor-freaks after she changed and stopped going after Lex.

L 4 minutes ago (edited)

@A that explained it way better than I did. If someone believes they are stopping a huge evil are they evil? Especially when compared to people who do worse things for their own amusement.

#lana lang #lex luthor #clark kent #lionel luthor #lana luthor #smallville #smallville quotes #lexana #clana #clex

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1994sunflower · 4 years ago

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can i request something very angsty, for heaven to you? y/n has a pregnancy scare and tells her best friend, and her friend thinks michael wouldn’t be a good dad? 💙

this isn’t completely angsty/as angsty as i could’ve written it but i think especially with how the last part of the story ended, that’s a good thing.

i really loved exploring this part of their relationship though! thanks for the request.

in which you have a pregnancy scare

The knocking on Maia’s door was frantic. So much so that you worried she would be too frightened to open the door. But in this moment in time, you weren’t sure you knew how to be calm.

Your fingers hurt with how tightly you were holding the drugstore bag in your hand. The plastic rustled and it just served to make your already quick heartbeat thrum harder against your chest. Everything felt like it was different, your world suddenly felt alien to you.

You were going to knock again when the large door swung open and Maia stood staring at you with wide eyes. She looked very comfortable with a tank top and jean shorts, her dark skin glistening perfectly with the leftover pool water from her dip in it just a few hours before.

She looked nearly like your perfect opposite at that moment. Because while she looked like that, you had a frazzled look in your eyes, your hair was strewn messily on your head and you were wearing one of Michael’s old t-shirts with sweatpants.

“What is going on?” She said, her chocolate eyes furrowed in concern. “What are you doing here?”

This was your chance to share with someone, someone you trusted, for the first time the suspicion you’ve been having for weeks now.

“I think I’m pregnant.” You blurted it out so quickly you weren’t entirely sure you even said it.

But if you weren’t certain by your own cognition, you definitely were with how pale Maia’s face had gotten and how her mouth widened just as much as her eyes did.

“What?”

You entered into her familiar house even though she was still frozen in shock in her doorway. You didn’t bother waiting for her to snap out of it so instead you walked into her living room, shaking your head.

“I don’t know, I’m not sure. But my period’s really late and it’s usually so consistent.” You were still rambling when she walked in behind you. You placed the bag on her coffee table and took out the three different boxes of pregnancy tests you had bought. “Can I just find out here? Please?”

Maia wasn’t completely all there when she nodded. You could tell because her nod was slow and her eyes still looked as if they were waiting for you to say it was a joke. You couldn’t blame her, out of your group of friends, you were the last person anyone expected to get pregnant before getting married.

Even for you, it was a shock to even be in a scare right then. It wasn’t something you wanted right then and it wasn’t something you thought you’d ever have to worry about. You were careful and you knew the risks. But yet there you were, hyperventilating in your friend's house.

You had so much of your future left and a baby was not in the plans, not yet at least. It felt like everything you had planned so carefully for yourself was in very real danger and the fact that it wasn’t something you could control, in fact that it was an unknown right then, was terrifying. Your entire body felt like it was drenched in ice cold water.

But it wouldn’t be unknown for long. In just a few minutes you could know. And this entire nightmare could be over, maybe you’d even wake up in a cold sweat and this really would be all a dream. You took pointed breaths because without focusing, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Placing each test right after the other on the counter of Maia’s private bathroom, you didn’t know what to do. Should you stare and wait in the bathroom until all the tests revealed the answer that could change your life forever? Or should you leave and talk to Maia.

Your body knew that answer more than you did as you felt yourself reach for your phone. Once your hands grasped it, your eyes fluttered in dread. You knew what you had to do.

It wasn’t that you were afraid of Michael’s reaction, that he wouldn’t want to be involved, that he’d get mad or freak out. You knew he would be supportive no matter what. You picked a great boyfriend and you knew it. Hell, he might even be excited. He had spoken of getting you pregnant more than once and you knew even just the prospect of it would send him into a frenzy. It’d be the fact that you could be starting a life, a family together.

You could almost hear his protective words asking you if you’re alright, if you feel healthy or the way his eyes would darken at the thought of the kink you two shared finally, finally coming true. Everyone would know just exactly who had gotten you knocked up and his proud smirk he would wear would be the confirmation everyone needed.

But you didn’t want to get his hopes up. And frankly, you weren’t sure if telling him would make you confront the small part of you that wanted the same thing he did. Because a much bigger part of you was horrified by it. You weren’t ready, you needed to establish your career first. You needed to finish college first.

And there was always that risk that all those times he had talked about starting a family with you had been just a kink and nothing more. It was hot to think about, not so much to actually experience. There was that very real possibility that he didn’t want this and that it could ruin your relationship, irreparably so.

You took a deep breath, mostly to convince yourself before clicking on his name. No matter how it went, he should know. He had a right to know. And you knew he would provide the confidence and comfort you needed to get through the next few minutes of your life. The ringing sound of the FaceTime call was the only sound to convince you not to hang up, it was too late. He would be answering any second.

And right on cue, the ‘connecting’ came on screen followed shortly by Michael’s familiar and loving face. You almost melted right there as he smiled at you through the screen. His hair was in a black beanie and you could hear faint music in the background of his room. He looked great and content. You didn’t really want to think of just how much you were about to rock his world.

“Hi, princess.” His words were relaxed until he saw your face, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. “What happened? Are you alright?”

Your hands were shaking as you pushed some of your hair behind your ears, your nodding looked mechanical. When you spoke, the choked back panic was very obvious, especially paired with your watery eyes. “U-um, yeah. I just-I need to tell you something.”

Michael remained silent, nodding for you to continue. You could see the way his eyes ran up and down through the screen, likely trying to find anything physically wrong with you. His jaw was set and rather quickly, he became the serious Michael he was most of the time. The one that tended not to show much emotion and the one who intimidated anyone in his presence. The one everyone walked on eggshells around. Which definitely was not helping your already nervous mind.

In fact, as you took a few deep breaths to clear your throat enough to even feel capable of talking, your head felt like it was filled with static. Though you’d said the words once already, this time it would be very different. It could change everything, make it so much more serious. Because you’d be saying them to Michael, the father to your possible child.

“I think I might be pregnant.” It was hard to say it without crying or without stuttering, especially with your heart beating that fast in your chest. Harder still was forcing your breathing to keep steady. Your entire body was frozen as you waited for Michael’s reaction, hoping and praying that this wasn’t a big mistake.

Watching Michael face go slack for just a second, you feared it was, but then his eyes (which had begun staring off into the distance) snapped back to his screen, to you. And there was a lightness, and excitement, in them that had you releasing a relieved breath.

“Really?” Michael’s voice was even slightly higher than you’d ever heard it. A smile he was unable to hide taking up much of his face. “We’re going to be parents?”

You managed a small smile back. “I’m not sure, I’m at Maia’s right now and I’m going to take a few tests…”

“Let me know as soon as you find out.” Michael cut you off. His fingers ran through his hair, “Holy shit. You’re-You’re perfect, baby girl….You might be giving me a family. Something real. I love you so much.”

Your heart constricted tightly in your chest. You’d never seen him excited, and you were sure if you told anyone else of what you were witnessing they would call you a liar. The happiness he was exuding was contagious but it was also dangerous. Dangerous to feel hopeful or to want to feel hopeful. You’d been so adamant on not wanting it, but seeing your love’s face lit up with emotion and love for you quickly melted all that away.

It wouldn’t be so bad anyway. Michael would be amazing with you and your hypothetical baby. He was loving, protective and would be active and present. Best of all, he wanted this, he had let you know that on multiple occasions and he loved you enough to make everything work, including the plans you had already made for your future. It could all work out.

You nodded to the screen, “I’ll drop by after.” You promised.

Michael’s eyes watched your face carefully, wanting to memorize every bit of that moment. It wasn’t a given, there was still the possibility that you weren’t pregnant. But even just the thought of the chance was enough to send his thoughts running wild.

“Fuck.” One of his hands went to his forehead as if that could calm down his thoughts and emotions. “If you’re pregnant your stomach’s gonna get so big. And everyone’s going to see…know I’m the father.” You saw his eyes darkened as his mind strayed further into the fantasy. “You’re really going to be mine. Forever.”

You were smiling without meaning to. This is why you were so hesitant to tell him because now, you were seeing a part of yourself arise that wanted this just as much as he did. You wanted to start a family with him, be with him in an even deeper way than before.

Maia’s knock was what pulled you from that dream and back to the moment, to reality. The reality where you were very much still afraid and frazzled about how much your future could change in just a few moments. But at least now, you knew Michael would be there for you. Not for the first time did you feel lucky to have him as your boyfriend, as the man who held your heart.

After promising Michael (again) to let him know as soon as you knew anything, you hung up and opened the door. Your best friend entered the small bathroom and immediately made here way over to the bathtub, sitting on the edge of it. You didn’t miss the way her eyes fixated on the pregnancy tests on her counter before her eyes turned to you.

It wasn’t shame that made you look down to the floor as you made yourself comfortable by sinking down to sit, leaning your back against the counter. But it was a form of embarrassment. You couldn’t even imagine what she thought of you, though it wouldn’t be judgement, it might be disappointment. And you weren’t sure which was worse.

Maia was quiet for a moment before talking, “So? Are you preggos or not?”

You still couldn’t look at her when you shrugged, “They’re not all done yet, I only want to look when they’re all ready.”

Maia nodded, biting at her lower lip. “Well, considering everyone thought I’d be the first one in this position…..this is a pretty fun turn of events for me.” And when you didn’t laugh and her comment didn’t lighten the mood as she hoped, her shoulders slumped down. She was nothing if not a good friend. And she’d do anything to make you feel better, even poke fun of herself. Usually, it worked. Usually.

But since it didn’t now, she switched back to the more responsible, older girl that she was. “Y/N, how are you going through this right now? You were the responsible one, what happened? Do you not use protection?”

Your cheeks burned as you looked up at her, offended. “Of course we do! I’m on birth control.”

Maia hummed, her accusing tone was gone. “Does Michael know?” At your nod, she narrowed her eyes just slightly. “And you’re still sure about him?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your eyebrows were furrowed and you felt her words wound you deeply.

“I mean there’s a difference between messing around with someone like him and actually starting a family and having him be a father to your children.”

“Maia.” Your tone was low in warning towards your best friend. You weren’t sure you wanted to hear the rest of her thoughts, especially when anger was already starting to bubble up inside you. “I’m not just messing around with Michael, he’s my boyfriend and I love him.”

Maia shook her head and scoffed as if you were naive. “I’m not trying to offend you, you know I love you and want the best for you. That’s why I’m telling you Michael is not that, at least not for this.”

You knew she was never that fond of Michael. She’d met him a few times and each time you could see it in her eyes that she didn’t like him. But she tolerated him for your sake. You just never dreamed that it ran this deep.

“Y/N, be honest, do you really think he’d be a good dad?”

You got up then so that she would have to look up at you instead of the other way around. Your eyes were ablaze. “I do, actually. He’d be an incredible dad. And for the record, he’s already supportive, he’s excited.”

Maia stood up herself, her hands taking yours, trying to make you see her point of view. “I know you love him, okay? I get it even though I don’t…get it. I see the way you love him and he does care for you, I’ll give him that. But think about it. Do you really think someone that aggressive, mean and violent could be good for a child?” Her eyebrows were furrowed and she ever let your own, no matter how much you wanted to look away. “I’ve seen the way he acts, he can be cruel. I just don’t think a man like that is ready to have a family, let alone with someone like you.”

“He’s never been violent to me.”

You couldn’t help the tears in your eyes. Her disparaging comments about someone you loved so much that you had dreamed about starting a family with was painful. Even more so that it was coming from someone you had at such a high regard because she was there for you throughout your entire life. You’d known each other since elementary school. So how could she be trying to tear down something so beautiful and pure in your eyes like your relationship with Michael was?

Could she be right? He was a lot of what she said. He was mean, violent and at times impulsive. Part of you knew she had a point. You didn’t grow up in that type of environment and you wouldn’t want your kid to either. No matter how much you loved Michael. Your heart felt constricted at the thought. Were you really making a wrong choice by making all these plans with something who wasn’t good for you in the long run?

Suddenly, all the reassurance Michael had given you, the confidence you had dealing with this mess was torn away. In its place was insecurity and a looming sense of doom because if you were making a wrong decision, then nothing in your life truly made sense to you.

But you couldn’t help but think that he wasn’t that way with you and that was what mattered. He treated you like you were made of glass and he loved you so strongly that it was all you needed, all you ever wanted. And if truth comes to shove, you weren’t ashamed to admit that you liked how different you were. You liked how you were his soft spot, the exception to all of his dangerous antics.

Michael was your rock. He protected you and supported you through everything. The pure adoration and love in his eyes when he saw you made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. The way he treated you, gentle and sweet compared to the rest of the world made you feel like a queen. He protected you even from himself, refusing to let you do anything dangerous or see him at his angriest because he didn’t want to scare you. He was your perfect opposite and you each brought out the best qualities in the other. He was perfect for you.

She didn’t know him.

“He’s been arrested, Y/N. I don’t even know how hasn’t flunked out of university by know, honestly. But you? You actually have a future, you can do everything you dreamed about. Don’t let his excitement to bring you down with him mess with your mind.”

You snatched your hands out of her grasp sharply. Your face was scrunched up in anger at the girl in front of you, the one that was supposed to understand you and support everything you did. Not shame you for everything you loved. You were used to it by now. Most of the people in your life had told you their opinions on Michael but never so cruelly.

“How dare you.” You yelled. “You don’t know anything about my relationship or about Michael. He does nothing but support, encourage and love me and all of my accomplishments. So yes. I do think he’d be a good father. He’d do anything to give me and our..” You chuckled humorlessly, “hypothetical family everything. Michael has proven that he wouldn’t abandon me for anything and he wants me to reach all of my dreams, not try to ‘bring me down with him.’ He didn’t get mad or break up with me when I told him like all of your bad choices would have if you were in my position. He gave me the reassurance I needed that everything would be okay, either way this can go.”

“Y/N-” Maia said but you weren’t done.

“So don’t you dare tell me my boyfriend would be a bad father or that he isn’t good for me. Because guess what? I’m planning on marrying him, on making a life with him. Whether it’s now or not, get used to the idea.”

The tears were streaming down your face freely. You had come to be supported not to be shamed. All you wanted to do was be in Michael’s comforting arms, feel protected in his presence and be made to laugh and feel loved in the way only he was capable of making you feel. That was how you knew Michael would be a good dad. And that was why, when your phone’s alarm went off, you didn’t feel that large dread looming over your head. Either way, you’d have Michael. If you were pregnant, you’d be able to make a family with him. If you weren’t, you’d be able to finish your plans and start a family with him in the future. There was no losing.

No matter what everyone else thought.

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When you unlocked the front door of Michael’s home, the last thing you wanted was to see Ashton sitting on the couch with three other boys. For once you needed privacy with Michael but it seemed that wasn’t possible.

Your only solace was when Michael opened the door to his shut bedroom. You saw the way the boys on the couch all turned their eyes to him, greeting him in a way to show that they had been hoping to see his face all along.

But unfortunately for them, the stone faced Michael didn’t even glance at them. Instead, he went straight to you and you felt your heart swell as you looked up at him. Just feeling him near you, even looking so serious and cold like he usually did in front of others, made you feel better about the conflicting and emotional day you’d had. But they did bring back the jarring words Maia had used: dangerous, aggressive, reckless. You shook those thoughts away. That wasn’t who Michael was, it wouldn’t the environment you would be raising your child in if you were pregnant, you knew that. Or maybe you hoped that.

You let him wrap his arms around you and guide you into his room, keeping you closely at his side. He didn’t let you go until you’d gotten inside and he closed the door. He held you at arms length to be able to fully see your face as he leaned against the now closed door.

“Well?” His eyes scanned your face, looking for any sign of what the tests had said.

But all you did was shake your head before walking into his arms, loving the way his arms immediately wrapped around your small frame and held you closer. His chin rested on the top of your head as he leaned down over you.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled against his gray t-shirt.

“For what?” His heartbeat was steady and you felt comforted by it.

“You were excited.” And you couldn’t deny the tinge of disappointment you felt when Maia turned over the tests for you, since you were too nervous to do it yourself, and they all read NEGATIVE. It was a good thing, really. You knew that especially when Maia sighed in relief and hugged you as an apology. But you had allowed yourself to imagine sharing something to precious with your love and it was hard not to think about what could have been. Even if it wasn’t at a good time for either of you.

You felt Michael shake his head before he buried and nuzzled his face deeper into your hair. “Only because of what it meant. But it’s okay. I’m not disappointed, little one. I know you weren’t entirely ready for it. It’ll happen, I’m gonna get you pregnant eventually. You’ll carry my children one day and we’ll have a family together. You’re going to give me a family.”

Your heart was soaring at his reassurances, the way he held you so right that you couldn’t imagine feeling insecure or upset in his arms. Not when he was so understanding and there for you through everything. How could Maia or anyone think otherwise? You hadn’t totally forgiven her when you left her house. In fact, you barely spoke unless it was to say goodbye. But if anything she was was true it was that you weren’t ready. But you would be.

Pulling away from his arms, your hand ran up and down his shoulders and chest. Nodding, you smiled up at him through tear rimmed eyes. But they weren’t sad tears like they were in Maia’s, they were proud tears. Pride that you had chosen the right boyfriend, one that would always put you first.

“We’ll get there, just not anytime soon.” You didn’t tell him about Maia or her comments, it would hurt his feelings even if he’d never show it, make him insecure in a way you never wanted him to be. So you didn’t mention it as if it didn’t exist because you planned on filing it in your memories just like that, something that didn’t happen.

Grabbing his wrist, you pulled it so his hand was to your stomach with yours on top of his. “And you’ll get to see me nice and round for you like you always say. Make everyone jealous that you made me like that.”

Michael’s eyes were surprised to hear those words come out of your mouth, his kink had always been something only he brought up. But it seemed that it was now something both of you shared. Especially knowing that it would cheer him up because no matter how much he wanted to act like he was unaffected, you saw the way his shoulders slumped just slightly, you felt the slowness of his actions to hug you when you walked into his arms.

He was just as disappointed as you were, if not more. Because he would love nothing more than to see you pregnant with his child, to show you off to everyone to see that he, no matter how fucked up he was, had the best thing in the world to call his own - you. They’d all see just how much you loved each other, how much he tainted you, how good he made you feel, filled you up with his cum. And you, amazing as you were, were giving him the best gift of all - a family.

But right then, he groaned possessively under his breath before moving down so his lips were close to yours. His hand running along the span of your stomach. “That just gives us more time to practice, right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh against his lips as he kissed you. The earlier doubts Maia had planted in you were gone. There was no doubt in your mind Michael would be your husband and father of your children. And he’d be a great one. Even through the differences between the two of you and what others see in him.

Even if Maia’s words still echoed in the back of your mind.

#5sos #michael clifford x reader #bad boy michael #5sos imagines #michael clifford #michael clifford smut #5sos smut #bad boy smut

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anthonyed · 5 years ago

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SteveTony Fic Recs

Feel Good

You Look A Lot Like My Next Boyfriend (91k + of satisfaction)

A Steve/Tony College AU. Tony attempts to “reform” his public image by doing charity work. Steve volunteers at said charity. They meet and kind of hate each other. Then, somehow, they end up friends. And one day Tony realizes he might be a little bit in love with Steve, which wouldn’t be that bad if Steve weren’t pretty much straight.

we must love one another and die (14k + of books, poetry, warmth and love)

There’s not much to do in sickbeds but read. Steve figures this out pretty early on. (Or, Tony and Steve bond over Lord of the Rings, among other things.)

Plot Heavy

Genesis (616/ultimates - 35k + of the best gender swap fic i’ve ever read)

Reluctant to make the truth about their secret weapon known, the American Government tells the world that Captain America is a man named Steve Rogers. According to public record, he died, tragically, in 1945, and he became legend. In 1998, the Avengers find a body trapped in ice.

She’s alive. Her name is Eve. She has Captain America’s shield.

Bond Has It Covered (66k of perfection. from their interactions to everything - a must read!)

Tony thought they had trouble getting along when they were dealing with a major global crisis. Apparently that had nothing on how they fell apart when they weren’t distracted by smashing aliens.

Resurrection-verse (616 - read it. you just have to. there are so many issues being tackled in this, it’s brilliant)

Doom brings Steve back from the dead. Hijinks ensue, some of which might vaguely be considered plot.

Semaphore (40k + what are you doing if you still haven’t read this?)

“I’m trying to like you, Tony. You’re just making it very hard." - Steve Rogers

Relativistic Heat Conduction (616 - dystopian style, the kind which promises beauty in the wash of destruction)

Ultron has attacked, obliterating most of the world's superheroes and resistance in a matter of hours. The remaining heroes band together and share what strength they have to get through it, to survive, and defeat Ultron once and for all. Steve Rogers grieves in the wake of the disaster and the heroes' defeat, and no one knows if he will be able to provide the leadership they need--but Tony Stark isn't about to let him slip away that easily.

Angst

Lay in The Wake of Destruction (9k + of man i love, love, love this so much i can cry. it’s jumpy in terms of time but i just - i love this so damn much)

In which Steve temporarily loses the plot and goes AWOL, Tony deals with everyone’s shit and neglects to mention to SHIELD that Steve is actually possibly in his bed, AIM soldiers get discombobulated in various nasty ways, Bucky is a good captain and Clint is adamant that he’ll only shoot Steve in the face if Tony tells him to.

Sucker Punch (616 - 20k + of pain. the absolute perfect kind. it’s so unapologetically hurtful i am gone for it. just like the title, it’s a sucker punch alright. it’s my forever reread)

Steve never quite warms to Tony Stark, Avengers benefactor. The Molecule Man never strips Iron Man out of his armor. Life goes on for the Avengers, but as disagreements split the team -- and Shellhead and Winghead-- again and again, Steve wonders why Iron Man always picks Tony over him. And when Steve finds out, it happens in the worst way possible.

Just Because I like Them

i have found the one (whom my soul loves) (13k + of my favourite post MCU-cacw ever. the kind you just crave for on some days.)

It’s been months since the Avengers were pardoned. One by one, they’d all gone home, until Steve finds himself alone in the grand old building T'Challa had given them. But everything changes when Steve answers the doorbell, and Tony Stark strides in with more grey on his temple and make-up on his face than Steve remembers.

Hating Steve Rogers (16k + guide to fall in love with MCU Steve Rogers. what can i say, sometimes i really need this)

The thing about hating Steve Rogers is that it shouldn’t be easy - but it really, really is.

Some Kind of Personal War (part 2/3 of One More troubled Soul - verse which I highly recommend because I A D O R E)

And Tony realizes that working out who the Winter Soldier used to be and who he is now are two entirely different things. (in which Steve is the Winter Soldier)

Someone To Love (47k + of enemies to lover to amnesic-what-do-you-mean-we’re-lover?)

What does it matter that it’d been because of Loki and his damn magic? He’d fallen in love with Steve once. He can do it again.

America Isn't Chicken (616 - 130k + of utter brilliance which i can't believe i f*cking forgot jfc!! Gold. This is GOLD. I love everything about this)

Steve and Tony playing the biggest (bestest) game of gay chicken

#stevetony #stevetony fic rec #stony #superhusbands #steve x tony #steve rogers x tony stark #inkiniris recs #after this is buckytony recs #long post

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zo2paintedlady · 4 years ago

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LGBTQ+ Novels/Memoirs

Here is the book list from my LIS 618 class. The links will bring you to their Goodreads pages.

The 57 Bus by Dashka Slater (2017) *based on a true story* "One teenager in a skirt. One teenager with a lighter. One moment that changes both of their lives forever. If it weren't for the 57 bus, Sasha and Richard never would have met. Both were high school students from Oakland, California, one of the most diverse cities in the country, but they inhabited different worlds. Sasha, a white teen, lived in the middle-class foothills and attended a small private school. Richard, a black teen, lived in the crime-plagued flatlands and attended a large public one. Each day, their paths overlapped for a mere eight minutes. But one afternoon on the bus ride home from school, a single reckless act left Sasha severely burned, and Richard charged with two hate crimes and facing life imprisonment. The case garnered international attention, thrusting both teenagers into the spotlight."

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Saenz (2012) "Aristotle is an angry teen with a brother in prison. Dante is a know-it-all who has an unusual way of looking at the world. When the two meet at the swimming pool, they seem to have nothing in common. But as the loners start spending time together, they discover that they share a special friendship--the kind that changes lives and lasts a lifetime. And it is through this friendship that Ari and Dante will learn the most important truths about themselves and the kind of people they want to be."

The Art of Being Normal by Lisa Williamson (2016) "Two boys. Two secrets. David Piper has always been an outsider. His parents think he’s gay. The school bully thinks he’s a freak. Only his two best friends know the real truth – David wants to be a girl. On the first day at his new school Leo Denton has one goal – to be invisible. Attracting the attention of the most beautiful girl in year eleven is definitely not part of that plan. When Leo stands up for David in a fight, an unlikely friendship forms. But things are about to get messy. Because at Eden Park School secrets have a funny habit of not staying secret for long…"

Felix Ever After by Kacen Callender (2020) "Felix Love has never been in love—and, yes, he’s painfully aware of the irony. He desperately wants to know what it’s like and why it seems so easy for everyone but him to find someone. What’s worse is that, even though he is proud of his identity, Felix also secretly fears that he’s one marginalization too many—Black, queer, and transgender—to ever get his own happily-ever-after. When an anonymous student begins sending him transphobic messages—after publicly posting Felix’s deadname alongside images of him before he transitioned—Felix comes up with a plan for revenge. What he didn’t count on: his catfish scenario landing him in a quasi–love triangle...."

Gender Queer by Maia Kobabe (2019) "In 2014, Maia Kobabe, who uses e/em/eir pronouns, thought that a comic of reading statistics would be the last autobiographical comic e would ever write. At the time, it was the only thing e felt comfortable with strangers knowing about em. Now, Gender Queer is here. Maia's intensely cathartic autobiography charts eir journey of self-identity, which includes the mortification and confusion of adolescent crushes, grappling with how to come out to family and society, bonding with friends over erotic gay fanfiction, and facing the trauma of pap smears. Started as a way to explain to eir family what it means to be nonbinary and asexual, Gender Queer is more than a personal story: it is a useful and touching guide on gender identity--what it means and how to think about it--for advocates, friends, and humans everywhere."

I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver (2019) "When Ben De Backer comes out to their parents as nonbinary, they're thrown out of their house and forced to move in with their estranged older sister, Hannah, and her husband, Thomas, whom Ben has never even met. Struggling with an anxiety disorder compounded by their parents' rejection, they come out only to Hannah, Thomas, and their therapist and try to keep a low profile in a new school. But Ben's attempts to survive the last half of senior year unnoticed are thwarted when Nathan Allan, a funny and charismatic student, decides to take Ben under his wing. As Ben and Nathan's friendship grows, their feelings for each other begin to change, and what started as a disastrous turn of events looks like it might just be a chance to start a happier new life."

Little & Lion by Brandy Colbert (2017) "When Suzette comes home to Los Angeles from her boarding school in New England, she isn't sure if she'll ever want to go back. L.A. is where her friends and family are (along with her crush, Emil). And her stepbrother, Lionel, who has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, needs her emotional support. But as she settles into her old life, Suzette finds herself falling for someone new...the same girl her brother is in love with. When Lionel's disorder spirals out of control, Suzette is forced to confront her past mistakes and find a way to help her brother before he hurts himself--or worse."

The Music of What Happens by Bill Konigsberg (2019) "IMax: Chill. Sports. Video games. Gay and not a big deal, not to him, not to his mom, not to his buddies. And a secret: An encounter with an older kid that makes it hard to breathe, one that he doesn't want to think about, ever. Jordan: The opposite of chill. Poetry. His "wives" and the Chandler Mall. Never been kissed and searching for Mr. Right, who probably won't like him anyway. And a secret: A spiraling out of control mother, and the knowledge that he's the only one who can keep the family from falling apart. Throw in a rickety, 1980s-era food truck called Coq Au Vinny. Add in prickly pears, cloud eggs, and a murky idea of what's considered locally sourced and organic. Place it all in Mesa, Arizona, in June, where the temp regularly hits 114. And top it off with a touch of undeniable chemistry between utter opposites."

Odd One Out by Nic Stone (2018) "Courtney "Coop" Cooper Dumped. Again. And normally I wouldn't mind. But right now, my best friend and source of solace, Jupiter Sanchez, is ignoring me to text some girl. Rae Evelyn Chin I assumed "new girl" would be synonymous with "pariah," but Jupiter and Courtney make me feel like I'm right where I belong. I also want to kiss him. And her. Which is . . . perplexing. Jupiter Charity-Sanchez The only thing worse than losing the girl you love to a boy is losing her to your boy. That means losing him, too. I have to make a move. . . . One story. Three sides. No easy answers."

Ramona Blue by Julie Murphy (2017) "'Ramona was only five years old when Hurricane Katrina changed her life forever. Since then, it’s been Ramona and her family against the world. Standing over six feet tall with unmistakable blue hair, Ramona is sure of three things: she likes girls, she’s fiercely devoted to her family, and she knows she’s destined for something bigger than the trailer she calls home in Eulogy, Mississippi. But juggling multiple jobs, her flaky mom, and her well-meaning but ineffectual dad forces her to be the adult of the family. Now, with her sister, Hattie, pregnant, responsibility weighs more heavily than ever."

Rethinking Normal by Katie Rain Hill (2014) "Have you ever worried that you'd never be able to live up to your parents' expectations? Have you ever imagined that life would be better if you were just invisible? Have you ever thought you would do anything--anything--to make the teasing stop? Katie Hill had and it nearly tore her apart. Katie never felt comfortable in her own skin. She realized very young that a serious mistake had been made; she was a girl who had been born in the body of a boy. Suffocating under her peers' bullying and the mounting pressure to be "normal," Katie tried to take her life at the age of eight years old. After several other failed attempts, she finally understood that "Katie"--the girl trapped within her--was determined to live."

They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera (2017) "On September 5, a little after midnight, Death-Cast calls Mateo Torrez and Rufus Emeterio to give them some bad news: They’re going to die today. Mateo and Rufus are total strangers, but, for different reasons, they’re both looking to make a new friend on their End Day. The good news: There’s an app for that. It’s called the Last Friend, and through it, Rufus and Mateo are about to meet up for one last great adventure—to live a lifetime in a single day."

Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan (2013) "New York Times bestselling author David Levithan tells the based-on-true-events story of Harry and Craig, two 17-year-olds who are about to take part in a 32-hour marathon of kissing to set a new Guinness World Record—all of which is narrated by a Greek Chorus of the generation of gay men lost to AIDS. While the two increasingly dehydrated and sleep-deprived boys are locking lips, they become a focal point in the lives of other teen boys dealing with languishing long-term relationships, coming out, navigating gender identity, and falling deeper into the digital rabbit hole of gay hookup sites—all while the kissing former couple tries to figure out their own feelings for each other."

We are the Ants by Shaun David Hutchinson (2016) "Henry Denton has spent years being periodically abducted by aliens. Then the aliens give him an ultimatum: The world will end in 144 days, and all Henry has to do to stop it is push a big red button. Only he isn’t sure he wants to. After all, life hasn’t been great for Henry. His mom is a struggling waitress held together by a thin layer of cigarette smoke. His brother is a jobless dropout who just knocked someone up. His grandmother is slowly losing herself to Alzheimer’s. And Henry is still dealing with the grief of his boyfriend’s suicide last year. Wiping the slate clean sounds like a pretty good choice to him. But Henry is a scientist first, and facing the question thoroughly and logically, he begins to look for pros and cons: in the bully who is his perpetual one-night stand, in the best friend who betrayed him, in the brilliant and mysterious boy who walked into the wrong class. Weighing the pain and the joy that surrounds him, Henry is left with the ultimate choice: push the button and save the planet and everyone on it…or let the world—and his pain—be destroyed forever."

You Should See Me in a Crown by Leah Johnson (2020) "Liz Lighty has always believed she's too black, too poor, too awkward to shine in her small, rich, prom-obsessed midwestern town. But it's okay -- Liz has a plan that will get her out of Campbell, Indiana, forever: attend the uber-elite Pennington College, play in their world-famous orchestra, and become a doctor. But when the financial aid she was counting on unexpectedly falls through, Liz's plans come crashing down . . . until she's reminded of her school's scholarship for prom king and queen. There's nothing Liz wants to do less than endure a gauntlet of social media trolls, catty competitors, and humiliating public events, but despite her devastating fear of the spotlight she's willing to do whatever it takes to get to Pennington. The only thing that makes it halfway bearable is the new girl in school, Mack. She's smart, funny, and just as much of an outsider as Liz. But Mack is also in the running for queen. Will falling for the competition keep Liz from her dreams . . . or make them come true?"

#lgbtq+ literature #lgbtq+ books for adolescents #lgbtq+#book list #lgbtq+ book list #novels/memoirs #ya books #lgbtq

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 106 prt 2

Lance’s question was directed at both of them. Keith nuzzling into his boyfriend’s chest

“Babe. You don’t need to ask me. She’s your mum. It’s okay to want her here”

Coran’s smile lessened a little

“I’m sorry that’ll have to wait until you’ve regained some of your strength. It’s taxing enough on you, as well as controlling your ego. Rest today, then I’ll bring her by tomorrow”

Lance’s body seemed to slump without moving. He might not be close to Krolia, but Mami meant the world to Lance. If Lance needed her there, he’d pick her up himself

“I understand”

He shouldn’t have to

“I know this is hard. Krolia questioned me already over your condition. She was quite angry at being able to help. Until I’m certain there won’t be a mishap, we must air on the side of caution. If Keith was not your partner I wouldn’t have allowed him to stay as it was”

“You let everyone visit last night”

There was bite Keith’s tone as he pointed out the obvious

“As Lance was sleeping...”

“Babe, it’s okay. He knows that if something did happen, I’d be devastated. If he says it’s safer for us to wait, then I’ll have to be patient”

“It’s not fair”

“It’s not, but I’ve got you... honestly, I’d probably sleep through her visiting. The pair of us would be snoring our heads off. Coran can I have that injection now? I wanna take a nap”

Lance was trying to hard. If he could see his boyfriend’s face he knew he’d see that fake smile. This sucked

“Sure, my boy. Just a quick jab and then I’ll be on my way”

As quick as Coran appeared he was gone again. Keith still mad at him, and Lance knew it

“Babe, it’s okay”

“It’s not. She’s your mum. You should be able to have your mum here. You don’t have to hide how much you want her”

“No, but I do have to be careful... I really do want to see her... but not if I could hurt her”

“You wouldn’t do that”

“You can’t say that for sure”

“I can because it’s you. I can go...”

“No. No. I’ll see her tomorrow. I don’t know what I’m going to tell her”

“The truth?”

“I know that much... Keith, are you really sure you’re okay with this? You’re not trying to put my wants first?”

“No, babe. I’m scared and I have no idea what a father really is. I lost my dad too soon. And I’m probably going to be the worst dad ever...”

“You? I’m probably going to drop the baby”

“You’d catch them with those reflexes of yours”

Lance snorted at him

“I don’t think normal people make these jokes”

“Fuck normal. You’re going to be a good dad”

“No... we’ll be good dads together... I don’t want to lose it now I know they exist”

“Me neither... I’m scared too”

“I know you are... I’m just sorry I’m so sleepy. I want to talk to you better but I can barely keep my eyes open”

“That’s okay. Get some rest. I’m not leaving your side”

Lance was internally freaking the fuck out. He was pregnant. Baby on board. Life growing inside of him. His own personal version of that Alien movie where it burst out his stomach. There was a baby in him. Keith and his wonder dick had proved he definitely had great swimmers in there and now he was up the duff, bun in the oven... Pregnant.

In a lot of ways he was grateful for being so fatigued. He really did want to talk to Keith, but he was so damn tired that sleeping meant it was put off. Keith couldn’t possibly be as okay as he was making out. This wasn’t something small. This was like a whole life inside of him. They’d been careful... but not careful enough... and now he had a baby growing inside of him... and it was weird. Keith’s birthday weekend was approaching. He’d been looking forward to that too much, but if he went hiking, Keith would probably fret too much to enjoy himself. And then there were the others to consider. What did he tell them and when did he tell them? Pidge and Hunk were physical people. Pidge would drop into his lap for cuddles and Hunk would sweep him off his feet. That’s how it was. How did he tell that was a no go? And how was his baby even alive after what happened? What if they’d been hurt? What if something was wrong with them? He couldn’t stop the continuous bombardment in his sleepy head.

Keith was snoring against him. His poor boyfriend had to see him hurt again... and it’s been bad from what he’d said. He’d hurt him again. Scared him. He’d scared him so many times... but he... When this all sank in, what would he really say? When the shock was over they were left with the truth, would Keith still want a baby with him? Or would he ask him to abort? His damn stupid mind was already attached to the tiny thing knowing it existed. Part of him screamed with happiness, the dirty rotten traitor part. He wanted to be rational, but the idea of having a baby with Keith, though a surprise, was something he’d wanted long into the future when everything was over... He couldn’t... He wanted... He wanted to keep the baby... but he couldn’t do that if Keith wasn’t ready. This might be his body, but Keith was his heart and soul.

He’d had kind of the same talk with Coran when Coran had brought him lunch. Coran back and forth between being happy for them being realistic. His decisions no longer were purely his to make... He wondered if his mother felt the same. He was 3 years older than when she’d had him. Her brood already full of 4 mischievous kids. Kids were loud and messy. Scraped knees and blood noses came with the territory. Would their baby be fully human, or would it pop out with little bat wings and ears? Would he be able to cope? And would there ever be that urge for blood and to feed on them? It made him feel sick thinking about it.

But... he kept coming back to it. He was attached. This little life he and Keith had made. Their love had made a whole other human. No. More like their lust. They liked where they were. Keith job was finally making him happy. Lance was the one overthinking things, always stalling and pulling away. Acting his age went out of the window when Keith was around. His boyfriend had had a pretty shitty life. They both had. They both had the emotional scars to prove it. He wanted this baby. But he could very well lose it and all of this could be for nothing. Keith would put on a brave face, tell him it wasn’t his fault. When it would be. He didn’t want to lose it. He didn’t want to fall asleep and wake up covered in his own blood. He didn’t want to cause everyone pain... but most of all he was so fucking tired of being like this. With all these thoughts. What would his Mami think? She’d thought she’d never see him fall in love. She loved Keith. But this would drive his family further apart... and he was so sick of that. Luis wouldn’t understand... None of them ever could. They were human. He wasn’t. No matter how much he tried. If he was human, he wouldn’t be pregnant. His body would change. His stomach would round out. Would Keith still love him then? When he no longer looked like this? He’d never deny Keith access to his child. He’d never take that away from him, even if they didn’t work out. But would he be filled with longing for Keith every time he saw him? Would he cope with Keith moving on? He knew he wouldn’t. Keith was so fucking good to him. Too good to him. He was amazed how much love Keith had for him, especially seeing how much he’d hated him to begin with. If Keith had pulled that trigger, none of this would have happened. He’d never know what it was to love someone like he loved Keith. He didn’t want to hold Keith back. This thing with Honerva... he’d leave. He’d leave when it came time to go after her... and Lance wouldn’t stop him if that’s where he needed to be. Keith had been wounded by the loss of Krolia... Lance had Coran. Coran, Allura, Matt, Rieva, Hunk, Pidge, and his Mami... would Keith feel replaced?

Keith let out a rather loud nasally snore, his fingertips digging into Lance’s stomach. His boyfriend was so incredibly adorable. So soft and kind, under his anger loaf outside. He’d come a long way from when he thought he didn’t know how to people very well. He wasn’t the problem, it was the people around him who didn’t care what he had to say. Shiro and Adam did the best they could, but now Keith had a whole bunch of friends who loved him for him and his confidence had grown. He didn’t lurk in group chat anymore, sometimes even initiating conversation. He loved that. That Keith was opening up to them fully. He was so proud of his boyfriend... and now he was carrying his baby. Their baby.

Letting Keith’s snoring lull him back to sleep, he fell asleep still holding Keith’s hand.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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the-l-spacer · 4 years ago

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Summary: Lloyd wakes up one morning to discover that, on a whim, the Metaverse had decided to release him and Raven from the Lovers archetype they had been locked in for as long as either could remember.

In the process, however, reality became… just a little screwed up.

Now, Raven is gone, and in his place is David Adams. David Adams, who had never left Ashland, working middle-management at Justacorp. David Adams, who had never heard the anvils, never jumped off Warner's Peak.

But Lloyd remembers everything, and he makes it his personal quest to win back the love of his life.

...No matter how many 'strictly professional' coffee dates it took.

I started a (hopefully) multi-chapter, Raven-kind-of-has-amnesia fic! Title and everything's still very much a work in progress, and this chapter is more an introduction than anything, but I hope y’all enjoy reading anyways!!

The last thing Raven says to Lloyd before he (quite literally) vanishes the next morning is a semi-conscious, “Good night, my love,” mumbled into the latter’s chest as they both fall asleep.

Not that he knows of his boyfriend’s disappearance just yet, of course. For now, Lloyd Allen is asleep. Well, half-asleep, roused from a dream he can no longer remember by a rather odd sensation in his chest, a sensation that he promptly attempts to shake off, willing himself to sink back into slumber.

He succeeds with the former, though the Metaverse always finds other ways to keep him from the latter.

This time, it’s the mid-morning sun that does it, filtering in through a gap in the bedroom’s curtains, casting a single, warm beam of light across the bed. When the light reaches his face, Lloyd shuts his eyes tighter, burrowing deep under the covers.

“Mmmmfgh,” he groans. “Ravey, draw the curtains.”

When he doesn’t feel the responding shift in the mattress, nor hear the sounds of curtains being pulled, shielding his precious eyes against the sun, his half-conscious mind is consumed by halfhearted annoyance. He really didn’t know what else he expected, considering Raven was always the heavier sleeper.

Eyes still closed, he stretches out his arm, meaning to rouse his (presumably) unconscious partner. Instead of feeling Raven’s telltale warmth, however, his hand connects with nothing but an empty expanse of bed.

Fully awake now (and against his will, too), Lloyd sits up and stretches, preparing to give Raven — probably up and outside without having the decency to give his boyfriend his precious five minutes extra sleep — a good telling-to. He swings his legs to the edge of the bed, and at long last, gets up with a final, drawn-out groan.

He first realises that something is decidedly off when that strange feeling in his chest returns full-force as he’s brushing his teeth.

“This again?” He aims the question, garbled through foam, at his sleepy-eyed self in the mirror.

Spit, rinse, close the faucet, done.

He regards his reflection once again. “No response, hmm?”

More silence.

“Well, I’ll just have to work this out for myself. No thanks to you, and no thanks to Ravey, apparently. I have no idea how he’s up before I am.”

He goes through a mental list of everything that could have possibly gone wrong. Heart attack? No, there would be other accompanying signs. Some other heart condition? Impossible, at least not if the folks who built his body on the Singularity had anything to say about it.

Anxiety? It is a possibility, but what does he have to be anxious about? Compared to where he was a scant year ago, his current position of ‘Carnival Co-Runner, Trainer of One Not-So-New-Now Post-Human, and not to forget, Possessor of an Actual Living, Breathing, Positively Spry Human Body’ is downright enviable.

Perhaps it’s simply dehydration, he decides. He and Ravey did have quite a bit to drink the night before, nothing a quick trip to their small, cosy kitchen couldn’t solve. Plus, he hasn’t quite ruled out the anxiety option. Maybe, in the haze of alcohol and festivities (yesterday being their time-is-fluid-th pre-anniversary, and all), his boyfriend had talked about pulling yet another zero-gravity, hair-whitening stunt. He swears to question him once he finds him, probably in the kitchen nursing his morning hangover over a cup of strong coffee.

But when he doesn’t. When all telltale signs of life in the kitchen — the smell of cooking, of roasting coffee beans, of a chair askew or messy countertops — are simply nonexistent, that’s when Lloyd knows that something is very, very wrong.

Because the kitchen isn’t just empty, it’s as if no one but him had occupied it ever since its construction. There is one, lone kitchen chair tucked neatly at the table, a single mug, one set of silverware, and when Lloyd dashes back to the bathroom to confirm that he isn’t just hallucinating, one toothbrush, his own.

It isn’t just these rooms either. The living room coffee table, which Lloyd is certain would be filled with bottles and wine glasses in the wake of the previous night, is completely empty, and gone from various surfaces are the framed photos of him and Ravey at the carnival, at the Second Playhouse’s opening night. Even their wardrobe isn’t spared, devoid of the violent splash of purple brought by his other half’s various coats, vests, dresses, shirts and heels.

The sensation of wrongness doubles in intensity, made worse by the rapid thump-thump-thumping of his heart. Lloyd’s shaking knees give way, depositing him onto Raven’s side of the bed, cold and bare.

It is then he finally realises exactly what he’s feeling. The sensation is his heart is emptiness, something alien to him ever since he had gotten his body back and returned home to nothing but light and love (and a near-death experience, though that was an accident and hardly counted), even the memory of his hilariously disastrous homecoming sending another icy knife through his chest.

Raven is gone. With it, a piece of himself has been ripped away, and all Lloyd feels is empty.

The rest of his morning is spent in a daze, running around the carnival, asking every worker, Floozy, honorary Floozy and Hell Hag he passes if they had seen his boyfriend.

“Nope, sorry Lloyd.”

“Haven’t seen him. Isn’t he usually with you?”

“Sorry sugar, No sign of Raven Baby ‘round here just yet.”

A flurry of activity — people setting up booths, clearing the last of the previous day’s detritus, cranking the ferris wheel in preparation for the guests who would arrive from wherever the Carnival decides to park itself for the day — swirls around him, but Lloyd registers none of it. He runs and searches every corner of the place, until his hunt takes him to the last stop, Han Mi’s trailer.

Han hears the feeble knock on her door, and decides not to say anything when she opens it to a panting, wild-eyed Lloyd, who promptly proceeds to wobble past her, collapsing onto her couch, head in his hands.

“Okay, so you didn’t remember to take your shoes off before coming in, I assume you’ve got bad news.”

Through the gap in his fingers, Lloyd mutters a soft, “Shit. Sorry, Han,” before kicking his shoes off and toward the half-open door.

“Don’t worry about it,” Han sighs, and slides a chair over, taking a seat opposite the man. Not beside. They aren’t quite there yet.

A brief moment of silence passes, before Lloyd speaks up. “This is probably an exercise in futility, but. I don’t suppose you’ve seen Raven around this morning, have you?”

Letting out a sympathetic whistle, Han says, “No dice, sorry. I woke up, like, fifteen minutes ago, and I think I’d know if Raven was in my trailer. He isn’t with you or the Floozies?”

Lloyd deflates, letting his head fall backward to rest against the wall behind him. Addressing the ceiling, he says, “He very much isn’t. I checked everywhere, and this was my last stop.”

“Maybe he’s running a quick errand in another narrative,” Han offers.

“No. It’s not just that Raven’s gone from the carnival, he’s.” Lloyd scrubs a hand across his eyes, and rests his gaze on her. “He’s vanished completely. All his clothes, his personal items, his photos. It’s like he had never even existed.”

“Wait. What?” Han Mi’s eyes go wide. “Does everyone else know about this?”

“They only know that I can’t find him. You’re the first person I’ve told about… the rest. And there’s more.”

“Wait. Before you tell me, have you eaten yet? Drank anything? You look like a wreck… no offence.”

“None taken, and no, I haven’t. There hasn’t been time to, with,” Lloyd vaguely gestures, “everything that’s been happening.”

“Well, if he’s really up and disappeared, a little time taken to catch your breath couldn’t hurt, could it?” Sure, she was still mad at the shit Lloyd pulled as the writer for the Cabaret, but she didn’t hate him. And she knew painfully what it was like to lose someone she loved.

Lloyd begins to protest, but Han silences him with a glare. She’s persuasive like that.

“Are we doing carrot cake?” He manages feebly.

Han nods. “We’re doing carrot cake.”

#shaperaverse #new albion #Paul shapera #im working on the next chapter aaaaaaa #writings

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mckinlily · 4 years ago

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shalluraweek day 4: horizon/beyond

Summary: horizon/ beyond Shiro and his relationship with the beyond

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“There just—there just has to be something beyond this, right?” Shiro gestures to the stars, lying on his back next to his boyfriend having snuck out of the Garrison once again.

Beside him, Adam snorts. “Sometimes it’s really unbelievable that you’re like this sober. Are you sure you didn’t sneak a sip, Takashi?”

Shiro huffs. “I have to fly us back, Adam.” He might not be totally sure of what it takes to be a good boyfriend, but he’s pretty sure not killing your significant other with drunk flying is bare minimum.

“Sure, sure. Be all responsible, Shirogane.”

“I’m the one who snuck us out,” Shiro reminds him. “You hadn’t figured out how to get around the security cameras.”

Adam just grumbles and settles himself more firmly against Shiro’s shoulder.

“I just…I want to find it. You know? I don’t know what it is, but it’s out there and I want to be the one to find it.”

Adam hums, and Shiro thinks that he understands.

Two years later, Shiro finds out that Adam really, really didn’t.

And then Shiro is being carried past row after row after row of alien prison cells on an alien ship that glows sickly purple and green, and he’s finally got a glimpse of what hides (fights, expands, destroys) beyond the stars, and he almost wishes he hadn’t.

* * * * *

Shiro’s in the head of a machine that is beautiful, marvelous—and semi-sentient. The last year of his memories of been scraped clean and replaced some gooey, dark mess. The Black Lion is powerful under his hands, though it is hard to tell if it’s good or bad. There is some part of the Lion that’s not quite…it's jagged and dark, it's…

(Traumatized, Shiro will realize someday. But that is not until much later.)

Whatever the Black Lion is, Shiro doesn’t have time to give it more than a passing thought because all he has been able to think about is the four teenagers he’s responsible for since they went through that wormhole and keeping them alive. The Lions and the alien princess and her advisor all come second to that. Shiro will work with the tools he’s given and process later.

But there might not be a later.

They have the Lions but no clue how to use them.

The tractor beam from the Galra ship is pulling them in.

They’re going to be captured. And Shiro doesn’t remember what happened to him, but he remembers how it felt and—

No! No no no no no. They’re going take him again. They’re going to take his TEAM—

They need something more. The impossible. They need Voltron. And Shiro shoves everything he has—his will, his determination, his fear—into his Lion and out toward his teammates that he barely knows but will already die for. He pushes until he finds some flicker of beyond and then he yanks it together into being—

(Later, much later, Shiro will learn Voltron isn’t supposed to work like this. Voltron works much better, is much more powerful, when its weight is distributed evenly among its parts, not held together solely by the will and spine of the Black Paladin. Later, Shiro will learn that what he has been doing is supposed to be impossible. Later, his team will step up and demand to do their parts.

But that is later, not now. Now his team is in danger. Now they need a paragon, so a paragon is what he will be. Possible doesn’t even factor into it.)

* * * * *

There are layers to Voltron beyond what even they’ve seen. Shiro catches a glimpse of this when he is thrown into the astral plane with Zarkon.

And then he gets far more than a glimpse when he is trapped in it indefinitely.

The stars and nebula and massive, glowing eclipse are beautiful but haunting. Shiro stands (sits? kneels? floats?) on a glass surface that seems to change without warning. The rules seem strange and different here. Constantly doing and undoing. Thoughts drift by as light flares or comets or ripples in the fabric of space, and they feel like they should be familiar but they’re off. Written in a code he doesn’t understand, unfolding in a plane he doesn’t have access to. Everything seems wrong, disconnected from anything he understands.

Shiro is losing himself. He can’t tell it it’s the astral plane that’s being made and unmade or if that’s him. Sometimes he looks to his right and sees part of himself miles away. Sometimes he looks down and sees nothing at all. He’s losing track of what he is.

The Black Lion appears on the plane with him, huge and consuming, it’s her thoughts that are the comets and ripples in this strange place. When that doesn't comfort him, she creates an avatar of a more familiar lioness—if lionesses were pitch black and three times the size he is. The Black Lion curls around Shiro when the plane starts to waver, and Shiro buries his face in her flank. She feels like the impression of fur, the idea of flesh and blood. Not quite the real thing, but all he has. When he closes his eyes, he sees pinpricks of light in her fur, like stars in a polluted sky. She wraps around and around him, holding him tight, the only thing keeping him together.

Time doesn't have meaning beyond too long in this place. Until it does. His hand glows first—his right hand, the one that was taken from him, that he shouldn’t even be able to feel—red and warm and tingly, like gentle flames licking up his palm and onto his forearm. And then there’s tickling of grass against his fingers, movement and flickering green and vines climbing up his bicep. In one leg, he feels blue, push and pull, and cool, refreshing adaptability of water while he feels the prickling of sand against his toes in the other and solid strength of rocks building on top of each other. The sensations grow until each of his limbs glow, circling his dark and empty torso.

Empty—for now. As Shiro looks down, he sees light spark and grow, like an exploding star around his heart. It burns brighter, expanding through his chest and then covering his whole body, filling him with light and life and feeling—

(Love. Five very different flavors but it’s all love.)

—and Shiro’s back in his body again. There are strong arms around him, moonlight hair brushing his face, and voices and hands brushing over him—“We found you”—“He’s back”—and his name—

“Shiro. Shiro, Shiro, Shiro…”

* * * * *

He’s back. And he’s scared. He was scared when he went to Kerberos (excited, nervous, anticipatory). Scared when they first formed Voltron (desperate, terrified, determined). Scared in the nights when the night terrors hit him and he couldn't sleep (terrified, self-hating, horrified, violated). But now he’s scared in a brittle way. Like the fear that used to come and go has hardened into jagged plastic. He feels like the dried up mudflats in the desert, rigid and fragile, like the smallest touch could crumple him. He holds himself together with pure will and the knowledge that he has to. There’s a war to be fought and he refuses to not be apart of it.

He just isn’t sure what there is for him beyond that now.

* * * * *

Allura finds him curled up against the view screen of the observation deck. Shiro isn’t entirely surprised someone has come looking for him or that she’s the one who was assigned to find him. He’s both grateful and embarrassed that she’s the one who has to see this.

She crosses her legs as she sits down—the diplomatic dress rarely makes an appearance in these days of constant battle—and settles down beside him.

“The others are worried about you. Apparently you said some things in Voltron that were… concerning.”

They’ve gotten better at utilizing Voltron in the passing months, which includes a greater amount of synchronicity between their minds. And, consequently, access to a level of Shiro’s thoughts that he’d rather they didn’t have access to.

“I’m not suicidal.”

“You are not?” Allura’s voice is carefully non-judgmental.

“I don’t want to die,” says Shiro fiercely. “I won’t if I don’t have to. I’ve just accepted the inevitable.”

Shiro’s made a deal with the universe: his life for the life and safety of his paladins. He’s aware the universe doesn’t work like that, so he will make it make good on that deal. He refuses to accept anything less.

“I understand,” says Allura. “Coran was worried about that in me as well.”

Shiro believes her. He wishes he didn’t because if Allura understands, that means she knows the pain and darkness he’s fighting against every day, and he doesn’t want anyone to have to know that, let alone someone he deeply cares about. But Allura does know and does understand, and Shiro suspects that’s why she’s the one who came here in the first place.

Allura cups his jaw. Shiro doesn’t flinch as she brushes her thumb over the stubble on his cheek. Her expression is filled with some kind of emotion that Shiro is scared to put a name to. But words aren’t necessary because she leans forward and presses her lips against his.

“Allura,” breathes Shiro as she pulls back, just a little. Her hand is still cradling his jaw.

“Coran told me I needed something to live for beyond the war,” she says. “That’s what it is for me.”

She says it simply, like she isn’t worried at all, but Shiro knows her too well to believe that completely.

“I…” Shiro reaches up and covers her hand with his. She’s so beautiful. And strong and brave and flawed but somehow that just makes him love her more.

(Shiro’s not sure when he decided he loved her, but it’s a truth that has beat in his heart for so long, it’s hard to imagine it was anything but a foregone conclusion.)

“I don’t think… Allura, my head’s still such a mess. I’m not—I don’t think I can.”

Shiro doesn’t think he could manage a relationship right now. Even if he wants to. There’s so much right now. So much stress and demands on his (their) time. And so much he needs to work through before he can open himself up to another person the way he knows he would need to.

“I know,” says Allura, still so calm. If he were anyone else, he might miss the water gathering in her eyes.

Shiro takes her hand, folds his fingers over hers, and presses it close to his heart. Then he leans forward and kisses her back, just as gently and lovingly as she did him. “It’s not you.”

When he pulls back, Allura’s lips are trembling. He wishes he could pull her into his arms, comfort her, brush all the sadness away, but there’s too much storming—inside him, outside them, in the universe.

“Maybe…” He hesitates, cognizant of promises he can’t keep.

But Allura reads him anyway. “...Later? After the war?”

Shiro swallows. He rubs his thumb over her knuckles, still holding her hand close.

Allura’s fingers dig into his shirt as she leans forward. “Then after,” she says, her intensity giving away her emotions. “You’re right—there’s too much going on right now. But after, when we have time. We can try then.”

Shiro wants—he aches with how much he wants. But he shakes his head. “I don’t think that either of us are capable of keeping that promise.”

“Then I protect you, and you protect me,” says Allura. “We keep each other safe.” She glances down, voice softer. “I never want to lose you again.”

Shiro’s heart falls. He squeezes her hand, assurance that he can’t guarantee. “I don’t want to lose you either.”

Allura looks up at him. “So…until then? Promise?”

They’re dancing around what they should say. And, Shiro realizes, on Allura’s end at least it’s deliberate.

Shiro will absolutely regret it if he dies before he can tell her he loves her. By setting this boundary, she’s saying he has to survive (they both do) until he can.

Shiro gently sets her hands back in her lap. And then he presses a lingering kiss to her forehead because even if he can’t say it, she has to know she’s loved. And by him.

“Okay. Promise.”

* * * * *

The war doesn’t end neatly in a final battle against Zarkon. Or Hagar. Or Lotor. There’s Sendak and other generals. And then there’s warlords. And unrest caused by the sudden power vacuum. And rebuilding an inter-galactic political system. There’s pockets of Galra control scattered across the universe that may take decades to eradicate completely.

But gradually…things slow down. They aren’t constantly watching their back anymore. There are other forces besides Voltron fighting for good. The universe isn’t on the brink of destruction, and Shiro makes the call it’s time to bring the paladins home.

(They’ll go back out there, they all know. There’s still so much work to be done, and Shiro knows his team too well to assume they’ll be satisfied letting someone else do it. But for the time being, they’ve earned a break.)

Emotions are high and bright and excited as they travel to Earth’s the solar system. Lance is chattering a million words a minute. Pidge has both her father and her brother around her, projecting a map tracking their distance to Earth. Hunk is excitedly listing the foods he missed, and even Keith looks excited, though he seems wary of Lance’s promise to introduce him to every single member of his family. Coran is practicing his “earthling slang” and almost certainly getting it wrong on purpose. Traveling will take at least a day, and they are all gathered together in the kitchen to wait it out. Shiro slips out and makes his way to the bridge.

Allura is there alone. She has charts up, monitoring the wormhole’s progress and documents listing out trade agreements. Useful stuff, but certainly not urgent.

“Hey,” says Shiro.

Allura jumps like she wasn’t expecting anyone to find her, and when she smiles, it’s small. “Hello.”

Shiro’s heart hurts. This is hard for her, he knows, even if she tries to hide it. He wishes he could make it better, but he doesn’t know how. He can’t keep his paladins from their families, and he knows Allura would never ask them to. But the fact of the matter is, they get to go home, and she never will. He doesn’t know how to make that not hurt.

But true to form, Allura quickly pulls herself together. She scrolls through one of her screens though Shiro would be surprised if she actually read any of it.

She offers Shiro a glance as he approaches her. “The war is over.”

“True,” says Shiro.

There’s awe and a little bit of shock coloring both their voices. Astonishment that it finished, and they’re both still here.

Allura smiles at him against, and it’s barely stronger than the first time. “You finally get to go back to Earth.”

“Yes,” says Shiro, stepping in front of her. “But that’s not what I’m looking forward to.”

“It’s not?” Allura finally dismisses her screens and gives him her full attention.

Shiro steps onto the dais with her. He feels nervous—it’s been so long since their conversation in the observatory—but he forces himself forward. There’s a lock of hair that’s fallen in front of Allura’s face. Shiro catches it and tucks it behind her ear, fingers lingering against her skin.

“No. It’s not.”

In hindsight, Allura’s reaction is exactly what he should have expected. For a moment, she’s frozen, staring at him mouth partly open. And then she explodes into him, arms wrapping around his neck, kissing him like she’s been waiting her entire life for this. Shiro holds her close and kisses her like the same is true for him. Maybe it is.

They still don’t know what the future holds or who they are beyond the war, but that’s okay because they have each other. They made it through.

And now they’ve got all the time in the universe to figure it out.

#shallura #shalluraweek 2020 #post s2 au #one true black paladin shiro #mckinlily writes: vld fic

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aion-rsa · 4 years ago

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The Devil You Know Review: Vice Docuseries Finds a New Kind of Cult

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True believing Christian cults are frightening enough, but antichrist-Christian cults are confoundingly so. The Devil You Know, VICE Studios’ six-part documentary series moves into its second season with its eyes on the New Age Alien Agenda.Their first season introduced audiences to Pazuzu Algarad, a killer who worshipped Satan. The new installments blur demonic relationships even further.

Before QAnon infiltrated the collective unconscious of susceptible seekers, Sherry J. Shriner used Facebook and YouTube as a breeding ground to groom impressionable minds into followers of an anti-lizard cult. Most of the youngsters who got caught up in the movement never harbored any prejudice against lizards prior to their indoctrination. Some may have even envied their amphibian prowess. But once Shriner told them about the mind control and body-snatching, and how they wanted to bring about the rule of the Antichrist, they became radicalized.

Shriner called herself a “granny from Ohio.” The Poconos turned her into a cult leader, the “Messenger of the Most High God.” Most of her messages were interpretations of “The Book of Revelation.” Although she somehow mistakes the Emperor Nero for a devil-worshipping, shape-shifting reptile from outer space. She amassed her following over podcasts, which had a tight clique of eager warriors. She self-published the books Aliens on the Internet, Bible Codes Revealed: The Coming UFO Invasion, and Interview with the Devil: My Conversation with Lucifer. Archival audio of Shriner’s descriptions of the actual conversations with the devil are high points of the series.

The documentary series is a warning call about the lethal dangers of misguided belief. Much of the second season of The Devil You Know focuses on the murder of Steven Mineo and the suicide of Kelly Pingilley. They may, in fact, both be suicides, because the very opening of the series replays a 911 call with a horrified woman’s voice describing how she was forced by her boyfriend to shoot him in the head.

Rogers and Mineo were avid listeners of Shriner’s podcast. Rogers, an Army veteran with a medical discharge, tells police she killed Mineo because he wanted her to kill him due to stress of the cult. While there is a lot of talk about Mineo buying Sherry Shriner’s reptile-killing, evil repelling “orgone” pieces, it probably had more to do with Shriner accusing Rogers of being a lizard witch with a demon clone personality who wanted to eat Mineo’s face. It is very revealing how so many of the interviewees remember thinking the same thing about Rogers: She had the devil in her eyes.

The documentary presents a very deep dive into the cult, interviewing ex-cult members, police, and grieving friends and family. These are very effective in showing just how far an individual changes once they are under the power of a charismatic believer. For the most part, everyone keeps a straight face on camera. But a particular highpoint for this reviewer comes when one of the ex-cult members is talking about humans who turn into reptiles and an off- camera voice asks “you really believe that?”

Another highlight is the interview with Rogers, who is serving a 15- to 40-year jail term. The documentary is effectively ambiguous about who is responsible and where blame lies. We can see how the statements Rogers made right after the killing only come apart because the police are trying to fit her roundabout story into a square peg. But we also see she is psychologically incapable of giving a trustworthy account of the evening, her intent, or Mineo’s state of mind. We get the sense the police rushed to a predetermined conclusion long before the case turned into a ride at Disneyland.

Investigative journalist Tony Russo, and former YouTube Insider and AI Expert Guillaume Chaslot offer fairly astute analysis of Shriner’s radio show and other online programs. They are able to break down some of her beliefs. Shriner believed Satan disguised himself as Jesus and called in demonic, alien reptiles to take over the world. The documentarians are not judgmental, and don’t get into the flaws of her belief. If the alien underground has been around for thousands of years, why are they only making their moves now? It seems global domination would have easier to get done when there just the Adams and Eves of early man rather wait for there to be billions of people on the planet. But the demonic aliens are only getting started.

Chaslot is also helpful in explaining why people are becoming increasingly more likely to fall into the influence of self-proclaimed influencers. Algorithms radicalize people by design. It is the optimal strategy for YouTube. Flat Earth believers want to see flat Earth content on their flat screens, and live in the bubble of flat Earth belief. QAnoners can’t even be lured out of their rabbit holes with offers of pure uncut adrenochrome. There is a headstone on a grave which reads Sherry Shriner died Jan. 8, 2018. Probably from one of the many heart attacks she complained about on her radio show. The Devil You Know doesn’t dwell on it, because most of the people in Sherry’s circle believe it’s a hoax.

The only real difference between the leader of the on-line doomsday cult and any of the more mainstream religious hucksters is the alien factor. The Devil You Know succeeds in taking the alienation out of investigation. The people who are documented being pulled into the extremes of these beliefs are very much like the people who live next door. Friends and family of the players all remember how the person they knew used to be. Except Mineo, his friends remember him always being ready for something dangerously adventurous.

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The Devil You Know is informative, entertaining and suspenseful. It presents a mysterious set of circumstances but downplays the mystery of it. There are no dramatic narrations dripping with the gravitas of judgement. The investigators succeed in putting the puzzle pieces together without having to force anything to fit. In spite of the topic, the series is not a wild ride, but it is a satisfying probe of an elusive suspect. While the series itself reaches a conclusion, it is the opposite of closure. It is expansive.

The Devil You Know premieres Monday, March 29, at 10 p.m. on Vice.

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facepalming-since-chernobyl · 5 years ago

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SCs are abuser apologists :)

“Yes, she did.“ And here the story should end but of course there is BUT and you know what they say about BUTs.

Oh, Lena idoesn’t act as two different people? She didn’t lie about kryptonite, her illegal experiments, Sam and Reign? And boi, they all love to scream how 100th ep was about Kara fighting for Lena, while they totally ignore that in every universe Lena fucked up everything, even when Kara told her the secret. They totally ignore that Kara was RIGHT, by not telling Lena her secret and the universe when Lena still wants to lobotomize people is the best option. What is laughable, especially when you say Kara is guilty of deception.

Yeah, no one has clean hands but the problem is that the rest characters at least feel guilty about the shit they have done or paid for it. Oh sure, Kelly is innocent but for sure is going to do some shit. Mhm. Because what? She is a canon black lesbian that is in a canon lesbian happy and healthy relationship with Alex? *sarcasm*

Sure, Lena didn’t do shit to Eve. She didn’t kidnap her, forced nanobots into her body, raped her brain, put AI into her and made her a meatsuit for Hope. I haven’t seen a single soul blaming her for Jack. His name was Adam and he was depressed, suicidal and driven by guilt and Lena deceipted him, while not telling him her REAL name, what is one of many violation of law and rules she did during that trials.

And thanks for ignoring J’onn’s brother, Russel, Andrea, Edge’s bodyguard, that girl form shcool that was exposed in front of entire school and sure, putting Kara in a kryptonite cage, torturing her, yelling at her, stealing Myriad from her, gaslighting her, accusing her of some super funny shit, making her feel guilty for Lex’s death and causing her a panic attack is just oops.

Once again, all of them felt guilty about what they have done. Lena doesn’t. And that’s the biggest and most important difference.

And here we have the most disgusting shit I have ever read in my life - Crisis erased it, so it didn’t happen? We should just forget about it? We should forget Lena killed, murdered, kidnapped, raped people’s minds, enslaved and lobotomized them? Interesting idea. Her past victims, that suffered becasue of her for sure were very happy to hear that they suffered for nothing. Also, I guess Crisis erased Lex’s shit so he is now a good person?

And you know what is the worst thing here? Lena still REMEMBERS. She still uses the results of her experiments and shit. She still wants to LOBOTOMIZE people and get rid of free will. She STILL DOESN’T FEEL GUILTY. She still thinks she didn’t do anything wrong. But I guess some people are too dumb to realize it.

Plus it’s super interesting how they still go after William Dey for what he has done BEFORE the Crisis. Lena’s shit is cleared but not his?

Oh, we should not go after Lena only becuase she is privileged, white bitch, who has never paid for her shit like a typical privileged 1% of loaded Americans who do what they want and don’t care about consequences of their actions, because there will be no consequences, no matter what they will do? :)

The fact is - NO ONE stopped her from being happy and loved. She was with Jack in StarCity. She had it all. But then she saw Supergirl and decided she wants to be a Luthor, praised, loved and worshipped by everyone. And she FUCKED IT UP. SHE did it. And then she came to National City and played a typical Luthor. While screaming she was not.

“Lena is the only victim“ :))))))))))))))))))))))))))) Sure, because Kara didn’t tell her a secret that kept people she loved SAFE, what, once again, ep 100 proved.

Sure, your traumatic past experiences give you a free hand to do whatever shit you want. I wonder how many murderes, rapists, abusers should be released from the prisons, because you know, they had sad pasts.

Also, WHAT abusive childhood? Lillian didn’t like her, oh I wonder WHY, but still praised her ass when she fucked up that girl who stole her bf. Lionel loved her, she had a competetive relationship with her brother. WHAT ABUSE.WHERE it was confirmed she was abused? All we have seen is Lex tying her to a chair and explaning his master plan to her - well, two times, becasue she is that dumb and that easily manipulated. But who SHOT LEX IN THE END?

And she is not Luthor by blood? Lionel Fucking Luthor is her FATHER.

Aside of the disguting thing about “Crisis erased it” Hmm, let’s see, who was hurt by Lena:

-Eve, agreed

- some young teenage girl who has stolen her boyfriend and Lena stole her diary and exposed her in front of entire school,

-all the Phorians that were affected during her experiment with the portal in s2 and friendly reminder it was one of the reason why the anti alien movement was created, plus all the citizens of National City who were hurt during Phorians losing their minds

-all the aliens that were affected by her detector that allowed people to recognize them

-workers from Lockwood’s factory and others who were fucked and lost their jobs, because miss businesswoman could not afford helping them, because you know, being a white face of privileged capitalism i so cool

-all people who were hurt by the Daxamite invasion that happened only because she was dumb enough to believe Rhea, and once again, it was one of many reasons why the anti alien movement was created

-Edge’s bodyguard- dead, people on that party - put in danger

-Adam, a depressed, driven by guilt and suicidal boy, deceived by her to take part in illegal experiment - dead. And how about his parents who lost BOTH of their sons?

-Lex - shot with cold blood to death (fuck him, still murdered)

-Hope in Eve’s body - taking blame and landing in jail because Lena Luthor is a coward

-J’onn’s brother - kindapped, enslaved and made a guinea pig

-Russel - enslaved and forced to put a scalpel to his neck

-KARA

Are they going to ignore she still works for Lex and wants to lobotomize whole humanity and aliens? Probably. But oh wait, Kara’s fault. LOL

And Leigh, oh Leigh :’) Interesting how she totally ignore that J’onn’s bro and Eve were real victims of abuse. Eve especially - she was a teen when Leviathan lured her into their organization and brainwashed, right after when she lost her parents. But yeah, sure only Lena is a victim. And no one, at least not the fans, said a shit about forgiving Ma'alefa'ak or Eve. And seriously, where are the traumas?

-losing mother? yep, horrible thing, almost as traumatic as losing entire planet and all people you love

-stolen boyfriend... well

-being not loved by your step mother?, yep horrible thing, almost as horrible as being not loved by your father who also is a villain and wants to kill you (Winn) or both of your parents, who likes to slap you, put in a cell and promise you brainwashing (Mon-El)

-being manipulated - you are manipulated by people who openly say they are manipulators and you know them for your entire life, mhm

-being tied to a chair by your brother while he explains you his horrible plan

-your horrible step mother framing you and putting your ass into a jail

-being tied to a chair again by your brother and see a gun pointed at you by your so called assistant -how many times other characters experienced something like that? whatever

-Kara not tellling a secret

Did I miss something? All I want to say is, different people react differently to bad shit that happens to them. Some are stronger than others, they differently react to bad things that happened to them.

But the fucking problem is - all the shit that have happened to you DON’T GIVE YOU RIGHTS TO HURT OTHER PEOPLE AND DO EVIL SHIT. Your traumatic past is NOT AN EXCUSE. Other people have traumatic pasts to Lena, and guess what?! They still are not villains who put their so called bestfriends into cages made of kryptonite and torture them.

And how many traumas were caused by Lena herself? By her ego? How many of all of this could have been avoided if Lena had gone to fucking therapy?

That’s the fucking difference that SC shippers should finally learn. But I guess they are not able because you know, they are blind by her beauty.

And no Leigh, we don’t hate Lena because Kara loves her. We hate her because she is horrible human being. Because she is a murderer, abusive, toxic piece of shit that has never paid for her doings. We hate her because she blames everyone just not herself like a typical privileged asshole. We hate her because she treats people like shit. We hate her because she makes Kara miserable, we hate her because she hurt Kara and doesn’t even feel bad about it. We hate her because she is a typical abuser who paint herself as a victim. We don’t give a shit if Kara loves her, especially because she’s slowly realizing what kind of a snake Lena is. Thanks to that she can finally stand for herself. And that’s what makes her real fans happy. But well, it’s proved you all don’t give as hit about Kara and you treat her just as Lena’s trophy princess.

#antilena #gmo lena #anti sc fando #anti sc #my shit #toxicorps

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Drought

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New year new me writing the same old stuff.... I mean, you guys asked for it :)

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Two weeks. Two weeks have passed since that nice night out they had when Eren took her out for dinner and drove her around to find that ice cream she liked. Two weeks since they made sweet love after coming home, slow and unrushed and satisfying in every possible way. Two weeks since Mikasa fell asleep in his arms, wishing for nothing that day. It was perfect.

And then, as usual, reality came. The next days were filled for both, with Mikasa being once again selected as a lead for a new collection by Kiyomi and Eren’s dedication for a better world making him take more overtimes. Between her photoshoots and his shifts, they simply had no time. And the Colosseum tournament in Vegas growing closer and closer every day didn’t help. Levi was adamant that Mikasa increases her training load, wanting her to be in top shape when that thing rolls around. All this translated into them not even seeing each other, often getting home when the other one was sleeping, and overall just missing any sort of interaction. It was mind-boggling really, how they managed to never bump into each other save for a few short moments, passing in the door or Mikasa waking when Eren slid into the bed with her and hugged her.

Knowing that the upcoming weekend they both have free schedules for once made Mikasa wake up with a smile, stretching in the bed. It was Friday, which meant that tomorrow the long drought will finally come to an end, in more ways than one. Mikasa didn’t want that much from life but going two weeks without having her boyfriend touch her even once did make her a bit frustrated. In theory, she could always take care of herself, god knows that they had more than enough toys to help her, but that just didn’t feel right. Tomorrow, she thought to herself, getting out of the bed and making her way downstairs. Tomorrow is the day.

Eren was gone, understandably, his shifts sometimes began in ungodly hours of the morning, but he left breakfast behind much to Mikasa’s delight. As she sat down to eat it, her eyes wandering over the table, she noticed another thing he left behind. An unassuming wooden box with a folded note on top. Curious, she picked the paper up, eyes scanning over the lines of Eren’s handwriting.

“Up for a little challenge?”, it said, the words ending with a winking smiley face.

Confused, she put the paper down, opening the box instead. Eyebrows rising, Mikasa knew that thing inside well, very well one might say, and the meaning of Eren’s message finally hit home. Beads connected by a string and a small bottle of lube weren’t something she expected to see first thing in the morning, but here they were, lying innocently in the box. It wasn’t that hard to understand what Eren wanted from her anymore. The question was, is Mikasa willing to go a full day with beads up her ass? Biting her bottom lip, she picked the toy up, inspecting the already known shape, thoughts racing in her head. As chance would want it, she didn’t have training today, only a photoshoot, but a damn long one. Mikasa knew from experience how it feels to have these inside of her and acting normal would be a challenge. Hard, but not impossible. Damn it, she just couldn’t back down from it, not when she imagined how smug Eren must have been in the morning, preparing this for her, probably thinking that she won’t do it. Well…..

“You’re on.”, Mikasa said albeit the beads seemed indifferent to her internal struggle, lying limply in her hand. She would show Eren just how wild she can get. Determined now, Mikasa grabbed the lube from the box, leaving for the bathroom in order to put those devilish pearls in.

Okay, maybe taking her motorbike as usual instead of a car was a bad choice. Breathing hard, Mikasa was glad that the helmet was hiding her face from public because it must have been completely red by now. Normally, she enjoyed the way her powerful machine purred between her legs, her bike was a new model, sleek and devilishly fast, which meant that it had a strong engine. But now, with that alien thing inside her, the vibrations coming from it were a torture. Mikasa felt it as soon as she kicked it alive, of course, but back then she was sure that it was passable, something she would stop paying attention to. It wasn’t. By the time she reached her parking space at the agency Mikasa was tempted to just head straight to the bathroom and take the beads out, but the thought of Eren’s face if he would find out stopped her. What she really wanted to do was drive into the hospital, find her boyfriend, drag him somewhere no one would see and fuck him senseless. Damn it. Composing herself, Mikasa carefully stopped the bike and climbed off, teeth gritting. And the day was only beginning.

Pixis did look a bit surprised when she asked for another break, having one just about half an hour ago, but he was enough of a gentleman not to pry. Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, Mikasa couldn’t help but notice the flush in her cheeks, which stood so painfully obvious against her pale skin, no matter how much make-up the artist put on her. It was hard to act normal when every move of her lower body was accompanied by the shifting of those pearls. She kept her mouth firmly shut to prevent herself from moaning, assumed the poses Dot wanted from her with as little leg movement as physically possible, but still. The motorbike ride left her ass tender and now she was paying the price for her foolishness. Mikasa had a hard time not texting Eren, telling him what an ass he was, but she stopped herself before writing anything. He didn’t force her to do this, did he? No, he simply posed a question, a proposition, and she was the one who took him up on it. This was her doing, no one else was to blame. With inhuman effort, Mikasa opened her eyes, nodding at her mirror reflection before pushing herself from the sink and taking a few careful steps towards the bathroom’s exit. She could do this. She could do anything.

It was hell, but Mikasa managed. A few hours that felt like an eternity later, she was once again walking to where she parked her bike, quietly congratulating herself. That was until she reached her means of transportation, realizing that her crusade was not yet over. The ride home wouldn’t be nice to her backside.

One journey to hell and back later, Mikasa pulled up at their house, breathing heavily. This was taxing. As Eren’s car was still missing, she judged that he was at the hospital, pulling long hours as usual. Not that she minded, at least she could take a shower in peace and calm herself down. In the bathroom, she debated whether she should pull the beads out, but in the end decided against it. Instead, Mikasa focused on cleaning herself as much as she could, putting razor to the few hairs on her body that managed to appear since she last shaved. Looking into the mirror, Mikasa took in her naked form, watching the body she knew so well. Her wide shoulders, steel ropes of muscle beneath the pale, once again hairless smooth skin, moving gracefully anytime she did, the small firm mounds on her chest and the valley of abdominals underneath. What she didn’t want to pay much attention to was the lower part, the place between her strong, endless legs that was calling for her attention, yet she kept denying herself. Mikasa was on the brink here, just thinking about all the stuff that was at her disposal. Few minutes alone with the Hitachi wand and she would finally cum and cum hard. Eren would understand….

No. Closing her eyes and focusing on her breathing instead, Mikasa hung her head, her short hair creating a half-curtain to hide as much of her face as it could. She went through a lot for Eren today, so he better take good care of her. Otherwise, she would make him know just how displeasing this whole experience was. Pushing back her inner lust demon, Mikasa left the bathroom in search of some clothes, not even bothering to wrap her body in a towel as she thought that she’s still home alone. Yet she was wrong.

“Hello there kitten.”

A voice to her left made her jump, and Mikasa’s body reacted on its own, taking a defensive stance before she fully realized who spoke.

“Damn, I’ve been home for not even five minutes and already my fiancé feels like beating me up.”, Eren said from his seat on the bed, “Domestic violence is really no joke.”

He still had his shirt on with an undone tie around the neck, meaning that his statement about just coming home was a true one.

“Then again,”, he continued, eyeing her naked form, “maybe we could arrange something if you keep this dress code that is…”

Whatever Eren wanted to say next was left in the air as Mikasa all but pounced on him, sealing her lips on his upturned ones. The sudden motion was a mistake in retrospect, as it made the beads shift significantly and she moaned right into his mouth, a sound that didn’t escape his attention.

“You liked my idea, I take it?”, he asked.

“Hated it.”, Mikasa corrected him, “But did it anyway.”

“Whole day?”

“Whole day.”

“Damn…”, Eren shook his head, “You really are something else babe.”

“It’s been a long time…”

Mikasa let the end of the sentence hang in the air, hoping that Eren will understand what she was implying. She was literally naked, sitting in his lap and desperate not only by the long dry streak but also by having those damn anal beads in her ass the whole day. Two weeks man, come on.

“It was a long time.”, He agreed, hands coming to rest on Mikasa’s hips, “Long time since I’ve seen you like this.”

Mikasa was just about to suggest that they could perhaps start their weekend right and do something about it, but then Eren’s eyes darkened and he leaned in, lips grazing the shell of her ear as he whispered.

“You know what else I missed? I missed seeing you kneel in front of me with that pouty look on your face, I missed tying you up and teasing you until you cry, begging me for release. I missed pushing my cock into your throat and holding it there while you struggle in my grip, desperate for air. I missed flipping you over and spanking your ass while you sob into the sheets. I missed forcing the safeword out of you with the cane, going until your ass is red and sore and then fucking it, so hard that it makes you scream.”

Eyes almost popping out of her skull, Mikasa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It wasn’t that Eren didn’t do those things to her, he did that and worse, but talking about it so casually wasn’t usual for him. He was silent now, making Mikasa wonder if she should say something too. Did he want to hear how much she enjoyed controlling his release with the cock ring, making him beg for it and denying him over and over again, edging him until he couldn’t speak anymore. Should she tell him that she also missed him underneath her, worshipping her legs. Mikasa would never have guessed that having her boots kissed would turn her on, yet Eren somehow managed to do that anytime he did it. How she missed pegging his pretty ass, how she liked that it always reduced him into a groaning mess, how fucking the lights out of him felt so good. But before she could voice any of these, Eren moved first, snapping his hips up and pushing her down on the bed. He moved fast, stretching her whole body and trapping both of her wrists in one of his hands above her head, pinning Mikasa down.

“In fact, I’ve been missing it so much that I feel like refreshing my memory tonight.”

Eren’s voice was still just above a whisper, a throaty hum that traveled through Mikasa’s whole body and left her shivering. The hand that wasn’t holding her own arms down also moved, sliding down her body.

“What do you say Miki, wanna be a good girl for me tonight?”

She swallowed hard, hyper-aware of his touch that was now tracing the firm shapes of her abs on its journey to that one place she needed to be touched at the most.

“I’d love to…”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

“I’d love to, sir.”, she quickly corrected herself.

“Would you really?”, Eren pulled out a thinking expression, the traveling hand now resting just above Mikasa’s mound, “Then tell me, what would you have me do to you?”

“What? You want me to…”

“I want you to express your desires kitten.”, his voice was back in the authoritative tone, allowing no discussion, “Speak.”

He wanted her to what, beg him to dominate her? Eren never lacked in imagination, meaning that whatever this was it was most likely just another way of having her submit to him. Eren didn’t want only Mikasa’s body, he wanted her mind too, wanted to know every deep dark fantasy she had locked away. And why should she hold back? She yearned for him, for his touch, today’s events in combination with being naked in the same room as Eren made Mikasa more than desperate. Maybe it was really the time to speak her mind, to ask for all the filth he promised her. Because she loved it so fucking much.

“I want you to tie my hands behind my back,” she began, voice quivering just a tiny little bit, “I want you to force me to kneel and slide that thick cock of yours into my throat as deep as you can go. I want to gag on the length, struggle for breath while you keep me there, not letting go until I’m close to passing out.”

In reaction to her finally speaking out, or maybe to make her continue, Eren’s hand finally moved, fingers moving to touch her where the wetness was concentrated. Still very slow, he caressed the outer part of her sex, waiting for Mikasa to go on. So, she did.

“After you cum in my mouth, I want you to pull me to the bed, tie me to it, so tight that I can’t move an inch. Then you’ll tease me, with your hands, your mouth, the wand or other toys, make me beg and cry and curse you, completely soaked and desperate for you.”

Eren was very much enjoying this, judging from his agitated breathing, and to reward her he finally moved his hand again, spreading her lower lips with a practiced movement and dipping one tip inside to tease that hidden pearl.

“And then?”, he breathed into her ear.

“Then, after you had your fill of edging me, then I want you to fuck me, slow and hard,”, Mikasa’s breath hitched as Eren continued with the expert movements of his hand, rubbing her clit in a memorized pattern he knew she liked, “I want to feel your cock deep inside me, to feel your mouth on my nipples, to have you play with the pearls in my ass. I want to cum from you fucking me and have the beads pulled out mid-orgasm because that feeling is just out of this world.”

“That’s it?”

“Maybe….”, Mikasa looked at Eren, eyes half-lidded, meeting his dark gaze with her own, similarly aroused one, “Or maybe you can fuck my ass too if you feel like it.”

To her great dismay, Eren pulled his fingers out of her, sitting up.

“Well, that’s quite a list. We better get started then.”, eyes moving over her body, he stopped at her throat, frowning, “You seem to be missing something kitten, why don’t you go fetch your collar for me.”

With a nod, Mikasa forced her body to move, but her attempt to stand up was quickly stopped.

“Do move like you are supposed to. You don’t want to make me mad, do you kitten?”

Ah, so he wanted her to crawl. Giving in to Eren’s wish, Mikasa dropped down to her knees, making her way on all fours to where the collar was. At the same time, she could hear Eren moving behind her, walking over to where their toys were stored, making her stomach twist in expectation. She described what she wanted from him rather well, and Eren was never the kind to leave Mikasa wanting. Resisting the urge to look over her shoulder to see what he was picking, she crawled to where her jewelry was, opening the drawer. Having her collar there, among the normal necklaces could be viewed as weird, but then again it was not so different from some of the chokers Mikasa had stashed there. Picking the collar up, she ran her thumb against the silvery letter spelling out her name, set in the soft black leather, sighing. She loved it.

When Mikasa reached the bed again, holding the collar carefully between her teeth, Eren was already back, watching her. Even like this, on all fours, Mikasa didn’t lose the certain predatory grace in her movements, her crawling wasn’t awkward in the least. On the contrary, she moved with the agility of a tiger. Seeing the ropes of muscle move beneath her skin, Eren couldn’t help but think that Mikasa must have been a warrior in her past life, an assassin or ninja, a person who murdered with no remorse. Her body was a weapon, easily capable of killing someone barehanded and the famous icy glares Mikasa could do, the ones that made your knees buckle, made a man realize that. Eren faced her many times in the ring, only sparring that is, but the way she moved there made him regret anyone who fought her in a fully serious mode. Mikasa was scary if she wanted to, as Eren could attest to, being the subject of her wrath a few times. Not many, she was not the kind of person to anger easily, but when she did… Let’s say it was much better to keep Mikasa happy, okay?

And the fact that she willingly gave control over her carefully shaped body to him, let him tie her up in ways that made all her strength useless, being completely at Eren’s mercy, that turned him on like nothing else. Watching her struggle uselessly in his clutches, desperate but unable to help herself, that was simply amazing, and Eren couldn’t wait to do it to her again. He knew that she wanted it.

When his warrior girl crawled close enough, Eren reached down to take the collar from her teeth, smiling inwardly when she stretched her neck immediately, eager to have it on her. Happy to oblige, Eren collared her, closing the leather around her throat. The gentle but firm pressure there always put Mikasa in the right mindset, every breath reminded her that for now, she’s Eren’s kitten. One that he loved to death, no doubt, but he could do some very mean things to her too. Seeing her looking up at him, biting her bottom lip, Eren couldn’t hold back. Hooking a finger through the metal circle in her collar, Eren pulled hard. Mikasa made an adorable sound of surprise in the back of her throat when her mouth collided with his, but she was quick to adapt and relax her jaw, surrendering to the kiss. Prying her mouth open, Eren slid his tongue alongside hers, prodding into her mouth with no resistance from her side. When they separated, a string of saliva connected them, so messy the kiss was, but it did nothing to break the spell.

“Good girl.”

Making Mikasa stand up and turn around after, he pulled her arms behind her back, placing a pair of cuffs on both her wrists and elbows, completely immobilizing her hands. Seeing her from behind, Eren did notice the end of the string coming from her ass, the anal beads still deep inside. A whole day, huh? Eren had some experience with similar stuff, as Mikasa introduced him to his prostate and all the wonderful pleasure it could give him, but this was still a noteworthy feat in his book. With her arms tied, she stood straight as an arrow, eyes forward, waiting for his next order. A properly trained submissive this one.

“Turn around. Kneel.”

Mikasa obeyed immediately, sliding down to the ground in front of Eren.

“Now, take my cock inside your mouth.”

She looked up at his face, then back at his crotch, unsure of what to do. As Eren was still fully dressed, there were certain barriers between her mouth and the desired prize, but it seemed like he was leaving her to fend on her own in this one, unwilling to help. All right then. Leaning forward, Mikasa fished for that metal part that opened the zipper of Eren’s jeans, trying and failing multiple times before she managed to catch with her teeth, dragging it down. After that, she had to use her mouth to drag his underwear down, enough so his length would go free, and while it was not the easiest thing to do she managed. Oh, he shaved down there, she noticed, the pubic hair completely gone. Apparently Eren felt like mirroring her, as she had also removed that stripe of hair she kept above her mound before. There, now Mikasa could do what she craved to for two weeks straight and open her mouth wide, taking Eren’s cock inside. Without her hands it was a bit harder to give him all the pleasure she wanted, but Mikasa did her best, licking and sucking all over his length, worshipping Eren as much as she could. Fisting a hand in her hair, he pushed, insistent that she takes him deeper, greedy. Mikasa didn’t mind, she welcomed the help as she relaxed her throat, letting him slide deep enough to make her gag. Eren gave her a bit of air after, but it wasn’t long before he moved again, pressing her back down. She certainly appreciated that he was completely bare down there now, the whole ordeal made that much easier. Insatiable, he forced himself deep into her throat, again and again, holding her down for a long time, enough to make Mikasa’s hands jerk uselessly at her back where they were bound, unable to help. Gulping in the sweet air when he finally released his grip, Mikasa looked up at Eren with teary eyes, feeling a pang of pride in her chest when she saw just how red his face was. He was certainly enjoying himself.

“Good girl…. So good….”, he praised her, “You ready for more?”

Mikasa nodded and opened her mouth sticking out the tongue, completely giving herself to him. Once again guiding himself inside her, Eren couldn’t help but groan again when he felt how eagerly she began sucking at the tip.

“I’m going to cum inside your mouth.”, he announced.

The playful way her tongue pressed against his oozing slit was more than enough of an answer. Eren came, teeth clenched, the hand fixed in Mikasa’s hair flexing, the orgasm wrecking through his body.

“Fuck kitten.”, he groaned, watching her throat work underneath him, swallowing loudly, “You really are too good at this.”

Mikasa chose not to respond and focus on licking him clean instead. When she did let him go, finally, popping his considerably softer length from her mouth, Eren pulled her up. Sitting down, he made her lie down over his lap, lovingly caressing her beautiful ass. Then he slapped it. Hard.

“Count.”, he ordered, voice rough.

A spanking wouldn’t be much of a reward for such a nice blowjob, normally, but with the anal beads inside her, it was different. Every time Eren hit her, they shifted, making her moan and cry out at the same time, creating rather delicious sounds. Knowing what he was doing, he switched between hitting her left and right ass cheek, making sure the beads moved as much as they could. Sometimes she forgot to count, her voice lost in the sounds Eren kept spanking out of her, and she got an extra spicy hit as a punishment. In shaky words, Mikasa was forced all the way up to fifteen before Eren let her go. When she stood up, there were tears in her eyes of both pain and pleasure, and the fire between her legs was an inferno by now, making her rub her thighs together, hoping for relief.

Eren turned her around and undid the bindings around her arms. She wanted to be tied to the bed, and they had just the thing for that. Mikasa didn’t say a word of protest when he pushed her back down, making her lie down on the mattress, pulling the straps from beneath the bed and securing them around her wrists and ankles. Soft as it was, her spanked ass still protested against the spreadeagle she was forced in. Making sure that he pulled the bindings tight, Eren turned his back to her for a second, sorting his thoughts while making that short walk back towards the adult toy box. He needed a moment to get his piece to work again after she sucked the soul right out of him, but that didn’t mean that Mikasa had to wait empty handed.

“I got you something.”, coming back to the bed, he leaned over his tied victim, holding the toy up, “Remember this?”

He saw the collar bob as she swallowed.

“That’s the…”

“The two in one.”, turning the toy on, Eren watched it vibrate in his hand for a second before turning it off again, “It worked great last time, so I’m sure you’ll be satisfied this time around as well.”

Not really waiting for an answer, he moved between her legs, held helplessly open by the bindings. Mikasa couldn’t deny Eren his fun even if she wanted to. She was wet for sure, but Eren smeared both the toy and her opening with a bit of lube nevertheless, liking the way she moaned and writhed on his fingers alone. She really was craving any touch on her intimate parts. Pushing the toy in, he made sure it’s positioned correctly, pressed against both Mikasa’s weak spot and clit at the same time. Mikasa wanted Eren to edge her, she said so herself, and he was ready to deliver. The toy turned on, quietly buzzing, while she moaned out load, body trashing, pulling at the bindings uselessly.

“I’ve just realized that I’m terribly overdressed for this.”, he said, watching her struggle with a grin. It was always a treat, seeing how Mikasa flexed her muscles involuntarily, how nicely they stood out beneath the skin as she tried to free herself from the cuffs.

“I’m going to take a shower, don’t wander off.”, Eren finished.

In response, Mikasa fixed him with one of her trademark death glares.

“I hate you.”, she hissed, teeth clenched, tears leaking from her almond shaped eyes.

For that, Eren increased the vibrations by a little bit, watching her throw her head back and cry out, legs shaking. And he waited, the bastard, waited until she almost came before lowering it again, denying Mikasa any sort of release. The pure desperation and lust burning in her eyes made him weak, weak enough that he moved back to the bed, claiming her tired mouth in another deep kiss.

“Love you too.”, he gruffly whispered against her lips after, slipping into the bathroom before he completely loses control over himself.

In short, naked, tied up and sweaty Mikasa was fucking hot, and the urge to give in and fuck her was strong. Luckily, Eren was stronger, and the cold shower helped. He still heard her, all the sounds that the toy kept forcing her to make, heard the bindings groan as she pulled at them with all her inhuman strength. But they held and so did Eren, standing under the water and drawing the delicious torment out for Mikasa, knowing that while now she hated him for it, secretly she loved it. After all, Mikasa was the one who suggested that Eren edges her this evening, it wasn’t even his idea now, was it. Meaning if she wanted to find someone to blame for her good fortune or misfortune, she didn’t have to look very far. For now, Eren was content to just enjoy the water beating into his back, already planning what he will do to his kitten once he gets back to her.

In the other room, Mikasa regretted ever letting the word “edge” leave her lips. She blamed Eren, his dexterous fingers playing with her while she spoke, literally rubbing the words out of her mouth. Now she had sore mouth and throat, her ass was on fire but none of that mattered compared to what was happening between her legs, the toy wreaking havoc on her weakest parts while not fulfilling any of the needs it kept creating. Mikasa was burning, the fire too much to handle, writhing around on the bed, or rather trying to writhe and being kept in place by the tightly pulled bindings. Helpless as a kitten, Mikasa couldn’t even curse anymore, her breathing too agitated for that and it surely didn’t help when she heard Eren whistle in the shower, just a few metes away. He was a devil, no doubt, no man could be this evil.

Mikasa didn’t even notice when he came back, eyes closed and teeth clenched while the shocks ran through her body, making it move in small involuntary shrugs. Nearing the place of her torment, or as others call it: the bed, Eren cleared his throat, startling her. Her eyes snapped open, immediately focusing on his face while her lips curled into a snarl, and Eren was sure that she was about to give him a few choice words. But they never came.

This was not fair, Mikasa thought, eyes darting over her captor. How was she supposed to be mad at him when he was this fucking hot? She just couldn’t. Tan skinned, tall, taller than her, broad shouldered, planes of hard muscle with defined edges, Eren had a better body than most of the male models she worked with at the agency, and that was not all. His face, clean shaven to show the sharp line of his jaw, damp long hair falling freely on his shoulders, and the eyes, the damn eyes. So green and sharp that Mikasa could stare into their fire for hours without getting bored. Naked to match her, finally, she could also clearly see that Eren was more than ready for round two, the thick length between his legs fully erect. He looked like a statue of an ancient god of love, coming to grace her with his presence.

“Like what you see?”, he asked, teasingly, easily following her gaze with his own.

Mikasa nodded eagerly, thirsty as she was for him, craving to get fucked after all this foreplay.

“Please sir, I’ve been good….”

I deepthroated your cock and got spanked for it, was the other part she was not saying. Clicking his tongue, Eren reached a decision, climbing into the bed and moving to hover over her shaking bound form, facing Mikasa’s flushed cheeks and teary eyes. Dipping down, he kissed her again, hard, sucking at her bottom lip with force. He ravaged her mouth, taking it for his own, swallowing all her needy moans as the toy was still going strong inside her until Mikasa had to break away to breathe, chest heaving.

“Beg for it then.”, he growled, teeth sinking into that upper part of her neck left uncovered by the leather of the collar. The two weeks long dry spell left Mikasa’s neck free of love bites, but Eren was about to fix that.

“You want me to fuck you? Then beg for my cock.”

Breathing shakily beneath him, Mikasa did her best to organize her thoughts. It was fairly difficult, thanks to the number of stimulations she was receiving, from Eren’s teeth sinking into her skin to that tireless vibrator inside her, one that kept affecting the beads in her ass, making them move too. She fucking needed this.

“Sir, please, I need you…your co-cock inside me, please.”

Eren snorted where he was marking her pale neck, clearly unimpressed. Mikasa had to try harder.

“I’m just a needy s-slut for you sir, I beg you to spread my legs open and fuck my dripping pu-pussy. I’m your wh… whore sir, I haven’t touched myself for two weeks, and I’m desperate to finally have you inside me, to feel your massive cock hitting deep and hard into all the right places.”

Eren’s mouth stopped as he listened intently, Mikasa’s dirty mouth getting his full attention. That the usually timid girl was speaking like this was a proof of how desperate she really was.

“I’ve been dreaming about this, being tied up and helpless underneath you, fully in your power, it always makes me so wet.”

She would show him, if she could, press her hips upwards and rub her needy dripping pussy against him, hump Eren’s leg like a sex-starved maniac. But she couldn’t, held down by the bindings, so all Mikasa could do was talk.

“So please, sir, make use of me, my body, ravage me as you see fit. I would be deeply honored if you chose to use this slut’s cunt to provide pleasure for you.”

Eren was staring at her now, face unreadable, until he shook his head.

“Jesus, Miki, you really are expressive if you want to.”

With a quick dedicated move, Eren pulled the toy out of her, forcing Mikasa to whimper and clench around the sudden emptiness. After that, he untied her legs, but if she thought that he’s going to let her be free Mikasa was horribly mistaken. Folding her, Eren moved her all the way up, tying each of her ankles to its respective wrist, left to left and right to right. This position was rather taxing, and Mikasa was very glad for how flexible she was, allowing Eren to do that to her without her body protesting. Much. Like this, she was completely spread open, even more exposed than she was, her most delicate parts fully on display. But there was a time and place to be bashful, and now certainly wasn’t now. With his kitten suspended exactly as he wanted her to, Eren climbed in between her legs, eyeing his glistening prize.

“You’ve convinced me.”, he said, “I’m definitely going to fuck you now.”

“Thank you, sir.”, the end of Mikasa’s response was drawn out into a moan, as he chose just that moment to finally push inside her. With her legs obscenely spread as they were, it was way too easy to find his way into her wet tight heat, going on until he bottomed out, pressed right against her.

“You like that?”, he breathed into her ear, snapping his hips up, “You like it when I fuck you?”

“I lo-love it sir. Please…”

Whatever Mikasa wanted to ask for was left ambiguous because Eren gave in to the temptation and moved. Leaning forward, he supported his weight on the headboard above Mikasa’s head, using his left hand to take hold of her face, forcing her to look at him. Mikasa’s eyes were wide, mouth dropping open as he fucked her in deep unrushed movements. Taking advantage of her slack jaw, Eren pushed his thumb into her mouth, loving how she automatically sucked it, primal instincts taking over her. Mikasa was losing herself rather quickly as Eren was giving her exactly what she craved, fulfilling her needs the way she enjoyed the most. Letting go of the headboard, Eren gave up his support in order to press two fingers against her clit, rubbing the tiny circles. He would make her cum, and make her cum hard, a reward for all Mikasa’s good behavior. And when she started clenching, when her eyes rolled back, he pulled the thumb out of her mouth, reaching underneath the place where they were joined and finding that end of the string. Tugging at it, he began pulling the anal beads out of her, very slowly, drawing it out for her. The first pearl made her moan. The second made her scream. And the third finally made Mikasa cum, keeling her over.

Her orgasm came crashing down, making her body writhe as much as it could in its current position, the finish drawn out by Eren’s efforts. He kept rubbing her clit, moving inside her, tugging the beads out, and before she realized what was happening Mikasa’s orgasm bridged into another one, her screams rising in pitch and intensity both. She didn’t even hear when Eren cursed, his own finish claiming him at the same time when the last of the beads came free, and Mikasa’s ass was finally free of that toy.

When she came to, Eren was leaning over her, breathing heavily.

“You okay?”, he asked, a bit of concern in his voice.

“Mhmm. Just sore as hell.”, she nodded towards the places where her ankles were bound, “Maybe you could untie me?”

He returned her grin.

“Maybe I could.”

Undoing the cuffs, Eren freed her from the bindings, pulling her boneless weight onto his chest after.

“Wanna take a bath after you calm down?”

Mikasa hummed in agreement, pressing a loving smooch to the underside of Eren’s smooth jaw.

“But don’t get too comfortable.”, he continued, “I still have to take your ass, right? I mean, you asked for it.”

Seeing her shocked expression, Eren couldn’t help but laugh. Not that Mikasa was opposed to anal sex, but right now she was completely spent and wanted nothing more than to just relax.

“Don’t worry, it can wait.”,

Eren’s dexterous fingers moved again, rubbing soothing circles into her neck, using that small space left uncovered by the collar. The one that he still didn’t allow her to take off, she realized. Arms wrapped around Eren’s torso, she left that thought drift aimlessly, deciding not to pursue it. Instead, she focused on that unnatural warmth he radiated, seeping into her muscles and making her melt from the inside. So comfy, getting even better when Eren pressed a kiss to Mikasa’s temple, whispering after.

“After all, we have the whole weekend just for us.”

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