#and they are swarmed in the sauna!

[babystarbun]

fucking you right— j.jk

pairing— alpha!jungkook x omega!reader

genre— abo, dubcon, smut, stepcest, MDNI!

word count— 6400

warnings— fondling/body inspection, slut shaming, mentions of being drugged(not by jungkook), somnophilia, size difference, big dick jungkook, degradation, unprotected sex, rough sex, squirting, breeding

‘Watch over your sister for me, yeah? I really didn’t want you brats to come along on my honeymoon but her mom insisted.’

‘Step-sister.’

Jungkook curses under his breath, lathering his chest with sun protection from the pool chair he’s been glued to while silently watching you prance around flirting with every damn Alpha in sight.

This is fucking ridiculous. 

He tried to argue with his father, exclaiming loudly that he’s no one’s babysitter. He’s too old for this shit, you are too old for this shit. Only to get shut down immediately and reprimanded for being so insolent. 

It’s only been 3 months since your parents mated and decided to take the traditional human route. An absurdly overpriced wedding ceremony and luxury cruise honeymoon, one that he had zero interest in being a part of, and yet here he is. Against his will.

‘Not everyone can be lucky enough to bring their kids along on a once in a lifetime vacation like this.’ Your mom had said with a huge smile, squeezing you against her side while Jungkook’s father grimaced and forced a pleased grin onto his unenthused face. 

Kids? He’s a fucking grown ass man. Not his fault that piled up student loans have screwed him out of the opportunity to move out sooner. He’s not the one that insisted on becoming a doctor. 

‘No son of mine will embarrass my name with some bullshit nonsensical career. Medical school is the only option unless you plan to find your ass on the street in a few weeks.’ 

God, his dad can be such a fucking dickhead.

The last thing Jungkook wanted was to spend a week stuck on a cruise ship with you of all people. Even worse when he found out you’d be sharing a room together. At least he got to claim the bed closest to the window, not that looking out of a cruise ship did much other than make his stomach turn upside down. 

This is seriously miserable. And of course you managed to pack nothing but the skimpiest summer outfits. If your parents weren’t so busy holed up together likely fucking like rabid newlyweds(disgusting), he’s sure that your mother would have some choice words for your attire.

“Should you really be wearing that?” He snickered at you this morning. Still laying in bed when you exited the bathroom with your hair and face all dolled up. Nothing but a string bikini and sheer sarong hung on your hips. “It’s 9 in the morning.”

“We’re on a cruise and it’s mid-August. Just because you like to create a sauna for your balls in those baggy sweats doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t enjoy summer.” You shot him a glare before sliding on a pair of sunglasses. Flicking your hair over your shoulder and exiting your shared room without another glance. “Later loser.”

Really, he should slap you. Right on the ass. It’s not as if you have any problem showing it off. Especially not around the hungry unmated Alphas that have started to swarm around you at the pool currently. His father would probably pat him on the back for putting you in your place, someone has to. Who knows when the last time was that you had a real Alpha in your life that corrected this foul behavior for you. Heaven knows your mother is much too clueless to bother punishing you for acting like such a..

“Slut.” He scoffs quietly, rolling his eyes. Another young, unmated, handsome Alpha approaches you, easily gliding an arm around your waist with a huge grin on his face that you reciprocate. This has to be the seventh guy that’s approached you in only the last 2 hours now. It can’t seriously be this easy..

It’s annoying more than anything to listen to you squeak out little playful screams, soft breathy giggles, utilizing your loose hands to grab onto the many different bulging biceps attempting to latch around you. Jungkook can’t help but to feel more and more enraged the longer he sits here watching. God, you haven’t even noticed him. 

He can’t stand to watch this bullshit for much longer. His dad had bribed him with limitless spa visits and bar access anyway for agreeing to come.

He sighs and hesitantly gets up, sauntering his way over to you. Taking a hold of your elbow from behind, he pulls you against his chest. “Hey you.” He says flatly, tone low and serious.

“Huh? Ew, get off of me!”

Jungkook’s ready to tell you off, only to be stopped by 2 large Alphas that shove him back. “Hey man! You heard her!”

“Stop stop!” You intervene before they can pummel him into smithereens. “He’s my step-brother.”

A silent ominous dread passes between the two of you, catching each other's gaze for only a few fleeting seconds before looking away. “Whatever.” He mutters, carelessly waving you off. “Hope they do something unforgivable to you.”

He’ll regret whispering that if any of these brutes touch you without your consent. They shouldn’t. They don’t even know or care about you. Not that he does either.. but he knows you well enough to know that these aren’t the Alphas you should be wasting your time with.

The bar calls to him, charging his way towards the one far away from the pool area. His march slows down, coming to a halt mid-hallway to shove his head inside of a dark room full of neon lights and rapid clicking sounds.

“Gaming room?!” Leave it to his father to fail to mention this ship has a huge fucking arcade. He’s always hated Jungkook’s lifelong gaming addiction. Knowing his son, he’d predict for him to be holed up in here the entire trip instead of enjoying his vacation.

Hours and hours fly by as he competes with the other losers holed up in the ships arcade. Young men with no interest in burning off their first layer of skin out on deck. He plays well into the evening until his hand starts to cramp up and he envisions a clear future of himself 50 years down the line with a permanently claw shaped grip.

“I should head out.” He announces. Bowing before parting ways with the new group of shipmates he befriended while playing, mentioning to catch up with them tomorrow. He walks out toward the room he’s sharing while rubbing at his stomach. Definitely missed dinner while lost in an intense brawl in Street Fighter, room service would have to do.

He’s starving actually, the more he thinks about it. You had a lot of snacks when you unpacked, maybe he could sneak something for himself. By now you’re probably locked up in some Alphas room doing what he refuses to let his mind imagine.

The last thing he’d expect to see when unlocking the door is you laid out in bed, flat on your stomach and fast asleep. Still in your tiny bathing suit, curled up like a kitten breathing softly. It takes him aback for a few seconds, gripping onto the door frame as he takes in your manicured toenails, smooth waxed limbs, and the pert round of your ass jutted out so nicely. Locking the door behind him, he recalls his father’s words to watch out for you, make sure you stay out of trouble.

Something about how a pretty little Omega like you is susceptible to dangerous Alphas wanting nothing more than to bite into your supple flesh. To mark you as theirs.

Jungkook should check, make sure his dads worries have not come true. That’s the only reason he gingerly lifts your ankle up and smooths his palm up your calf. Slowly tracing up the muscle in search of any markings that could indicate an Alpha attempted to claim you as theirs.

It’s amazing how silky soft your skin feels, not a single bump or even a slight hint of stubble. You really must have gotten waxed before venturing out on this trip, which only makes him wonder if you opted for a full body service. That would only make sense, what with the 10 different stringy bikini sets he watched you pull out of your luggage. 

“Hmm,” pushing your thighs apart, he climbs onto the bed. Knees sinking into the mattress between your spread open legs. 

Inner-thigh would be a prime area for any Alpha to leave a mark. Something not too obvious that reeks of ownership. “Nothing.”

Not a single mark on your smooth skin, so easily rippling under his touch. Sinking and kneading his fingertips into the meaty flesh lining your upper thigh, he can’t stop the sigh that exits his mouth. Leaning down closer to untie your sarong.

You must have come back from the pool all heat exhausted and knocked out. Good thing, because any Alpha would be too tempted around an Omega so innocently vulnerable like this. Not Jungkook though, he’d never do anything to hurt you. That’s why he has taken it upon himself to watch after you, his precious baby step-sister. Because who better than him to make sure a bratty Omega like you knows her place? 

Oh what’s that? Is that..

“Bite marks.” He sneers, pushing your buttcheeks open to get a full look at what looks like indentations left behind on the top of your left ass cheek. Who the fuck have you been allowing to mark up your otherwise flawless complexion?

Right on your ass? You fucking slut. 

He licks at his teeth out of hunger, sitting back on his haunches and bending in even closer for a real magnified look. Cupping your ass and pushing your butt apart, he buries his fingers into your buttcheeks. The tip of his round nose brushes along the backs of your thighs. Squinting at your rim covered only by a small teenie lycra material that flexes with each rough massage from his hands.

They could be teeth marks, maybe a light scratch. Maybe his heated up brain is playing tricks on him. Either way, one thing is for certain, no one should be leaving a mark on you. No one except him.

“Jungkook?” Your groggy confused voice opens his eyes wide and full. Looking up over the roundness of your bottom, he catches your gaze momentarily. “What are you doing?”

“What I should have done weeks ago.”

Jungkook gulps, shaking his head rapidly with his back pressed to the door. He hasn’t moved an inch since entering your room. Swallowed up by the scent of you spread between these four walls. He has to work to control his breathing, reaching up to physically cover his eyes and push away the thoughts filling up his head. 

He shouldn’t be imagining such things. Thinking up the different ways he could touch you so inappropriately..

No. He shouldn’t be salivating over his step-sister passed out in bed half nude. Vulnerable for any deplorable Alpha to take advantage of. It’s his job to protect you, to make sure your precious womb remains untouched from any unworthy Alpha scumbag.

“Jungkook?” You ask out sleepily, voice all tired from screaming and laughing with random Alphas. 

“Yeah.” He says through gritted teeth, forcing himself away from the door.

“Smelled you.”

“Oh yeah.” Stiffly sitting down on his bed, he squeezes at the tops of his thighs. Pushing his legs together tightly to quell the warmth building up in his ballsack. “Tired?”

“Mmmph..” mumbling something incoherent, you roll over until you reach the edge of the bed. Pushing yourself off to stand clumsily and furiously blink sleep away from your eyes. “I d-don’t even know why.” You slur, swaying from foot to foot.

Jungkook frowns, observing your lazy hunched forward posture. How you can’t stabilize yourself, how your hands flail in search of something to grab onto. “Hey, what’s going on?” He says, mildly concerned. Standing back up to rush over and grab a hold of you before you collapse back onto the bed. 

Lazy eyes struggle to blink up at him, spending extra time attempting to fully open them and get a look at his face. You almost look..

“Are you drunk? Did you take something??”

“N-no..” you gargle, easing into his hold more comfortably. “Feel dizzy..”

Fuck. He knew it. Those fucking untrustworthy Alphas must have slipped you something. “What did you take?”

“W-water..” clutching your hands onto his biceps, you squeeze down to keep yourself standing. Scuttering on the balls of your feet and toes trying to stay steady.

“Water?!” He practically shouts, moving around to set you down on your bed. He sits you up right, grabbing a hold of your face to get a better look at your eyes. “Fuck, don’t you know better than to accept drinks from strangers?!?”

“Stop yelling at me!” You whine, scrabbling at his abdomen. “I f-feel.. nothing. Can’t feel anything at all.”

“God, just—hold on.” Letting go of his grip on you, he spins around quickly to the bathroom. Searching for a small cloth towel to immerse in cold water while slamming open a cabinet that had complimentary water bottles stowed away inside when you arrived. 

Fuck, this wouldn’t even be happening right now if you’d just listened to him in the first place. If you’d just let him stick around to watch those assholes you were hanging out with. How could you let this happen?!? He’s going to have to keep you under a tight watch for the rest of this stupid cruise.

“Alright, you need to drink this.” He instructs walking back into the room. Halting dead in his tracks when he sees you knocked out once again. 

Only on your back this time, legs slightly spread open. Leaving him no choice but to gawk at how smooth your inner thighs are. How your tiny little bikini clings to your pussy. He stumbles back against the door frame and forces his eyes shut to catch his breath, has to pinch himself to make sure he’s not hallucinating again. 

At least you’re safe with him now, here in this room you’re sharing. Safe with the pounding heat between his legs growing larger by the second. Every ounce of worry he had dissipates quickly in favor of once again taking in your legs hanging off the bed. The way your chest slowly rises and falls back down with each easy breath you inhale and exhale. 

“You’re impossible.” He says to himself, pushing off from the door. Dragging his feet across the floor, he plops down next to you, reaching to move the strands of hair away from your face that cover your cheek. You’re really out of it, eyes open enough to see some of the whites, breathing so softly and calmly. Completely unaware of your step-brother’s internal struggle. So innocently naive to his gaze burning down your body.

He shudders a little bit, bouncing around the cooled down wash cloth in his other hand. He should place it on your head.. should try to wake you back up. Yes, because he knows that’s the right thing to do.

“You need to wake up.” He struggles to say through wads of saliva collecting in his mouth. Laying the towel against your forehead gently, he traces down your cheek to your parted lips. Lightly tapping the middle of your plump bottom lip. “And drink water.” Letting out a sigh, he continues to brush tendrils of hair away from your neck. Smoothing them back past your shoulders and chest.

That’s when he sees it, a jagged little mark on the side of your neck. It’s light, as if a set of teeth tried to dig in and failed. A smidge of blood, barely a hint of it, dried up along the peeled skin. 

Anger rushes through him rapidly, clutching his hand into a tightly balled up fist. He sits up fast and hooks onto your shoulders. Hoisting you off the bed to press his nose in close to the barely-there wound. The scent of Alpha hits him first before your savory sweetness can. Instantly causing his blood to boil. He snarls at the hint of another Alpha trying to claim you against your will.

Trembling hands pull you up the bed, shaking as he moves to stand and looks over you. If those brutes could get this close to your scent gland, who knows where else they could have left a mark. He can’t calm down enough to rationalize whether or not this is a bad idea. Every inch of him screams to lick you clean. Clean off the unwanted and unpermitted scent of trash lingering to your skin.

It’s what your parents would want.. your mother would lose her mind if she knew you’d let any old Alpha touch you improperly. 

This is his duty as your older brother. 

Step-brother.

He sinks back onto your bed, knees digging into the mattress by your side. Licking over his lips as he hunches over your limp body, drained of energy by whatever was slipped into your drink. He has to get closer, get a good look at every inch of your precious skin. 

Starting at your neck, he checks behind your ears. Along your nape, down to your collarbone, lift your arms up to drag his nose along the inside of your forearm down to the crook of your elbow.

Unknown scents of Alpha continue to swarm around him, furiously moving faster to find something he may have missed. It’s nothing like his fantasy this time, he can’t control himself anymore the stronger your delectable sugary sweetness infiltrates his senses. Throwing a leg over your hips, he mounts your lower half and proceeds to reach for the triangles covering your breasts. Groaning as he pulls them down and your fat tits bounce out so freely. “Fuck.” He salivates, licking at his sharp canines.

No marks, nothing to ruin your perfect breasts. Your nipples pointed up taut and hard from the cool air filling up your room. The wrinkled skin of your aureoles a few shades darker, tempting his hungry mouth the longer he examines the skin between your chest. “They could have gotten you here, huh?” Sucking at his teeth, he smooths up your stomach and cups under your natural heavy tits. Pushing them up with a groan. His hips roll down against yours instinctively without a second thought. The marks of your bikini top indentations line up above your rib cage, pushing more saliva to swallow up his tongue. 

“Fuck, see, this is where I would have marked you.” He mutters raspily, hips jerking again. The tent in his pants poking at your mound. “Mom and dad would never be able to notice, not with these big pretty titties. They’d sit just right on any mark, cover them up perfectly.”

He hisses, lapping at the drool leaking from the corners of his lips. Who is he kidding? He’d have to leave bite marks all over you. Needs to make it clear that you belong to him only. Your flesh, your sex, every centimeter of your body is his. It’d be for the best, such a stupid Omega like you, so easily impressed by Alphas far beneath you. Jungkook would make sure you’d act proper, that your eyes would never roam away from him.

As tempted as he is to do just that right now, he has to keep looking. Desperate to ensure that the rest of your flawless skin hasn’t been fucked with, he scours lower. Dragging the tips of his fingers down to your waist, digging into the dips there. “You’re so pretty, it’s no wonder they were all over you out there. Should have let me put them in their place and set the rules down.” Gruffly speaking, he continues to venture lower, reaching the strings of your bikini.

“You didn’t..” raising an eyebrow, he pulls at the bows tied up on your hips. Gingerly lifting the straps up to unveil your mound. Hairless, absolutely hairless, and so God damn smooth. It’s unbelievable that you could be even prettier between your thighs, your most hidden area. “None of them would deserve it, you know that right?” He goes on conversing with himself like a man gone mad, scooting back to barely place his weight on your knees. 

“I would keep my Omega satisfied.” He nods to himself, revealing the rest of your cunt with a deep inhale. “Fuck.”

You’re perfect, absolutely perfect in every way. Twitching his cock to full size against his pelvis, he can’t stop his hips from jumping forward. Dropping the strings of your bathing suit just to sit back for a moment to drag his eyes all over your body. From your supple rounded breasts lifting up on top of the rise from your lungs expanding, to the dip in your waist trailing down to your curved hips encasing the cutest little pussy he’s ever seen. 

It wouldn’t be right for any other Alpha to have you over him. He’s the only one who would treat you right.. keep you safe and give you a good life. You’d never have to work, only worry would be to keep your Alpha pleased. Wouldn’t be hard at all judging by the way his cock can’t stop throbbing, pushing against his bottoms to be let out. 

Looks like those creeps weren’t around your thighs, that’s good.. maybe one of them got too bold while sniffing around your throat. Unless..

Sinking down lower with his stomach pressed to the bed, he nudges your knees apart more. Slipping in closer until his face is right in front of your core. “Did you let any of them touch you here?” He asks almost mindlessly. Tongue heavy and mind blanketed with a thick haze.

The Jungkook you’ve come to know as your step-brother is long gone by now, fully taken over by his Alpha instincts that crave to feel you from the inside. To stuff himself so deep inside of you so that you only taste him for weeks to come. “Let me get a look at you baby.” Sucking at the saliva pooled in his mouth, he parts your thighs open even more with a muffled groan. 

He’s not one to use terms of endearment with you ever, overcome by his desire to leave his own marks behind, he can’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth. “Just like that.” Huffing through his nose, he grabs onto your knees to press the sides of your thighs against the bed. Spreading you completely open for his curious and hungry gaze. 

Fuck. You’re already wet, so wet. There’s no way you didn’t let one of those pigs touch you here. That simply won’t do, Jungkook can’t let their scent stain your gorgeous Omegan aroma. Can’t let remnants of those Alphas remain inside of you. 

You’d let them fill you full of his seed, wouldn’t you? So desperate to be loved by anyone. You’d let them use you like nothing but a cheap Omega whore.

A twitch up your thigh under his caressing palm snaps him out of his mental despair. Shaking off his anger to squint and get a good look at your parted open labia folds. They glisten so fucking pretty. 

Looks normal, tight little hole pulsing lightly. Continuously streaming a line of slick down to the crevice between your squished buttcheeks. But maybe he needs to do a more thorough check. Really get in there.. who knows. Asshole Alphas are capable of anything.

Shifting himself into a better position for his face to hover near your cunt, he swipes a thumbs gently between your puffy outer folds. “Fucking hell..” he whispers, sucking drool once more before leaning his face in even closer. Getting his nose close enough to suck up a deep greedy inhale of your sweet slick without actually touching you, yet. 

Slick won’t stop trickling out even now, raising one of Jungkook’s eyebrows with interest as he purses his lips and blows at your exposed clit. That earns tremor through your limbs, bouncing under his hand that’s still laid on top of one of your thighs. Each small touch from his thumb moving your folds from side to side to get a look at every inch of you seems to ignite another shiver. Clenching your tight entrance each time trembles work through your body. He curses under his breath with fixated large eyes stuck on your hole, grinding his teeth together to not let out another obscene compliment about how pretty your pussy is.

It’s too much for him, already dizzied by only looking at your wet cunt. He almost caves when your thighs begin to snap around him, forcing his hand to slide off as your stomach folds in and you let out one of the sweetest pitchiest moans he’s ever heard. 

There’s no way.. no way all it took was some barely there touching to make you cum. “Did you really just—“

In full awe, he grabs onto your trembling thighs once again to set them against the bed. Returning his hand back to your pussy to stroke between your sensitive lips. “That really all it takes to get you off baby? Cause I have so much more for you.” 

Jungkook contemplates how much longer he can continue to inspect you before his dick suffocates and dies inside of his pants. Using two of his digits to hold you open, his other hand smooths up your thigh. Flicking his thumb out teasingly at the small hood hiding your clit. 

“How many Alphas have had their way with you baby?” He asks desperately. Fearing that you haven’t had many, if any at all. No slutty Omega could ever cum this easily, only one so touch deprived and needy.. “My baby sister..” he hisses, licking at his teeth. “You’re really too sweet and innocent, aren’t you?”

Stretching your slicked up folds apart again, he slowly blinks and sighs. Tapping your fluttering hole. “I’m way too big. I’ll break you.”

And that’s exactly what you need, to be broken. No other Alpha should have this chance with you. Jungkook’s doing you a favor, really. He’s doing this as a man with your best interest who cares about you and loves you.

“You’ll thank me later.” 

Settling between your thighs, he strips the strings of your swimsuit away. Sliding the material out from beneath you to leave you completely nude for his lust filled eyes. His hands itch again, slowly dragging from your ankles, up your smooth calves, to your knees and thighs. Pinching and kneading the skin lining your inner thighs as he swallows down another breathy groan and reaches for his pants. 

It’s hot as fuck inside of his boxers, sticky with precum and the heat radiating off of his skin from keeping his cock trapped for so long. He deserves an award for taking this much time to appreciate and admire you like the piece of art you are before hanging you up on his walls for no one other than himself to enjoy.

He’d bury his face between your thighs if not for the way his dick smacks against his abdomen, leaving a stream of wet above his navel. He’s shocked he didn’t cum from that alone. Softly grunting as he peels off the rest of his clothing and works simultaneously to kick and toss aside the damp materials coated with his sweat.

“That’s better.” He whispers, pulling the backs of your thighs onto his bare ones. It’s only right with the way your pussy hasn’t stopped dripping down onto the bedding that he assists your needs. Even if you were to wake up now, you wouldn’t stop him. You’d moan and beg for more. For Alpha to somehow get deeper inside of you than he already plans to.

You really are too small now that he slaps his cock down onto your mound. Rubbing his lips together as he drags the tip past your bellybutton and stays still to take in how fucking big he looks against your stomach. With his dick fully sheathed inside of you, he’ll practically be fucking between your lungs.

How is he supposed to even get his cockhead inside of your tiny little pussy? Let alone far enough inside of you to paint your cervix white with his hot cum. 

Reaching under the weight of his heavy length, he spreads your cunt open again with his digits. Struggling to hold you wide open with the amount of slick that’s gathered between your pussy folds. He shifts back letting out a wet gasp as he slides the head of his cock down to your hole. 

It’ll hurt if he fucks you already, you might even wake up. Might thrash around and shout that it’s too much, it’s too damn much for your sweet tight cunt to take. A few more thrusts and he’d have you singing a different tune. It’s just too tempting to not try, to stop himself from pushing in a mere inch of his thick girth. To watch your hole expand past the slit of his tip, fight against the wide stretch that splits you open.

Supple soft thighs twitch around him as he does just that and teases at your entrance. Biting down on his lips with wrinkled eyebrows, he can’t stop the pleasured moan that escapes. He knew you’d love it, the small bit of contact from his cock already jolting your hips up for more.

Popping the little bit of tip out that he got inside, he lets out a winded gasp. Clutching onto the base of his cock before dragging it through your folds, prodding the chubbed up flesh from side to side. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Probably thinking about me. All the ways you want Alpha to ruin your pretty fucking cunt.”

He’s delirious now, muttering nonsense the more he fights against himself to not glide his cock inside of you. A moment of silence washes over him as he takes you in one more time. How God damn pretty you look, all peaceful with shiny drool on your lips, parted open quietly panting but still loud enough for his ears to pick up on. Nipples erect, hard and pointed at him begging to be nibbled on.  

So perfect in every way. His little step-sister, his Omega. 

A quiet breathy moan draws him back, shaking his head rapidly before staring down at you with huge wide eyes. He scoops around your thighs, tugging you over his hips completely. “I know baby, I know.”

Swiping his cock between your folds again, he gets himself nice and wet. Slick dripping down to his balls before placing his cockhead against your hole again. Slowly inching closer, he stuffs the tip against your resisting hole, groaning deep as he pushes in more than just that half inch he teased you with. Getting the fat tip of his size further in until your cunt hole snaps around him and your breath catches. Chest rising faster from the intrusion of a thick size you’ve never taken before.

Wedging himself even deeper between your legs, he finds the perfect angle to start rolling his hips forward. The first thrust of his cock inside of you still struggles against how tight you are even with the amount of slick pouring out of your hole around his size. It takes a few more attempts before he finally feels himself sinking inside of your wet heat. Jaw dropping at the suck around his cock, how your walls throb against his penetrating girth and try to push him out and pull him in at the same time. It’s fucking mind numbing, rolling his eyes back as he gets the rest of his dick slotted inside of you until he’s filled you to the brim.

“Fuck baby.” A loud deep groan bursts out of him, unbothered by how loud he’s being anymore. If you wake up, then fucking wake up. He’d love to see you try to deny how good this feels, how right this is. “So warm, wet..” he rambles, going on to himself about how tight you are. How good you suck him in, clenching even tighter around him on his next thrust inside. He can’t stop groaning now, shaking sweaty strands of hair away from his face as he reaches for your waist for better leverage. Using his rough grip on you to build up speed and pin you to the bed.

“Fuckfuck!” Jungkook gets too rough too fast, stealing broken sobs out of you. Bouncing your body higher up the bed with each violent thrust until the top of your head meets the wall and he has to grab onto your shoulders to keep you in place for his cock to take and take.

“Yeah, that’s it sweetheart.” He says breathily, eyes wrinkling shut when you tighten up around him so much that he’s forced to slow down. Using extra strength to fuck in past how tight you’ve gotten, how much your pussy sucks around him indicating how close you are to release. He can’t hold back the string of curses that scream out between his grinding teeth. Pounding his cock in harder as your hips rise up from the bed like you’re offering yourself to him. Even asleep you’re such a fucking slut.

“T-too good, feel too good for me.” He nearly whimpers. Hips stilling when your thighs quiver on his and a hot stream of clear liquid shoots out around his hidden cock. Powerful enough to make him stop, out of breath and slumped over in awe watching as slick fountains out around him.

“God sweetheart, no way you seriously j-just fucking squirted.” Gasping for air, he has to tear his gaze away from where his dick begins to slide halfway out of you. Gritting his teeth to tone down the dragged out moan that slips out. Slick completely covers his groin, filthy and clumped up in his pubic hair. Wetting his cock enough for his next thrust to cram the entirety of his size inside of you seamlessly. “You’re taking me so good now. My pretty fucking Omega learns so fast.”

Jungkook hooks around your thighs, fully slotted inside of your tight delicious cunt as he props his feet hard against the mattress for better force. Throwing the fronts of your thighs to your chest, he draws out to the tip only to slam his lower half back down and pretzel you into a brutal mating press position. Determined to stuff your pussy to the brim with his seed, he pummels down harder. Building up a fast and steady rhythm from the start despite the sweat that drips down into his eyes. 

“That’s it, take it.” Curling in his upper lip, he sucks at the sweat trickling down. Dropping his body against your limp one. He sinks you deeper into the cruise ship bed that will never be the same again once he’s done with you. “Take it so fucking good, gonna fuck you full of my pups. Make you my breeding bitch.”

Lost to his Alphas desires, he continues to plow into you. Eyes heavy with sweltering body heat and sweat, failing to notice your own fluttering open. You under him, finally awoken by the overstimulating sensitivity shooting from your core.

“J-Jungkook..” you whisper helplessly. Blearily staring up at the beast on top of you having every bit of his way with you.

“Fu-fuck!” He cries out, digging into the backs of your knees. Pushing at them until they meet your shoulders and he can push his cock inside of you balls deep. The deep growling call of Alpha rips out of him, face scrunched up as hot semen ripples its way out of his heavy balls pressed to your ass. Shooting out violent streams of hot cum to coat your cervix with as he promised himself. 

Slowly heaving for breath and blinking, you meet his ravenous gaze. Opening and shutting your mouth to get some saliva on your dried tongue. Pathetically squeezing around his cock for the last bits of cum.

“Y-you came inside of me..” you say confused, sounding drowsy. Straining your neck to watch as he pulls out, releasing a loud wet pop as his softening length slaps against his upper thigh. Gleaming in remnants of your slick mixed with his seed. The feeling of emptiness between your thighs immediately sinks down your chest. Letting out a soft complaining whine, having to calm your Omega from embarrassing you and begging to be stuffed full of cock again.

Jungkook grabs onto your thighs, cupping the backs of them and hauling them up to expose your gaped cunt. The size of his thick cock leaving you stretched open, angling your hips up to watch his cum glide deeper inside of you. “I did.”

“I’m not on the pill.” You say quietly and ashamed. Turning your face to the side to bury into a pillow. 

A groan rumbles up his chest, licking at his bottom lip with a pleased hum. The visual of your pussy swallowing down his future pups and your confession shoots through his cock. “Your mom would be so proud, getting pupped by your step-brother. You could only ever pray to every deity to be so lucky.”

“You can’t..” you sigh. More exhausted now after climaxing over and over again. “They’d disown us.”

Jungkook throws your thighs down onto the bed, stroking his cock back to its fully hardened size. “Let them then.” Grabbing onto your hip, he pushes you onto your stomach. Wrapping one of his hands along the back of your neck before you can break out of the position he’s got you into. “You’re mine now Omega. Won’t stop fucking you until you’re bred full of my pups. Gonna keep you stuck on my knot from now on.”

“Jungkook..” mild fear sounds in your voice, shifting your face to plant your cheek to the bed. Peering back at him from the corner of your eye. 

“Beg for it.” He says dangerously. Slapping his full hard size against your ass. Hissing from the way your skin ripples upon contact. Soft and supple under the weight of his heavy cock.

A silent moment of curiosity and anticipation passes between you. Blinking long and slow at him before pouting. “Alpha..”

“Say it.”

“Alpha, please,” shoving your stomach against the bed, you arch out. Presenting your bottom to him. “Knot me.”

[jiubilant]

went into a fugue state today and downloaded many immersion mods. a few highlights:

spouse's freedom: your spouse will now leave the house and go about their normal daily routine instead of waiting wretchedly around for you to come back

take a nap: exhausted from adventuring? doze off in your chair. suffer lore-friendly back pain

civil war battlefields: adds abandoned battlefields across skyrim so that you don't forget there's a war on

bandit hounds overhaul: adds more dogs to bandit hideouts and strongholds and ups the realism by making them more dangerous. being rushed by a slavering wolfhound should worry you a little

immersive laundry: townspeople now hang their laundry out to dry :) it's cute

northern bathhouses: adds saunas to skyrim's larger settlements. hit gunmar with the viht (you can't actually hit gunmar with the viht)

bury sinderion: lets you give poor sinderion a proper burial. don't just leave him there...what are you going to tell avrusa

arkay's cremation: restoration spell that cremates the dead in sanctifying fire, in case you're not the sort to leave a trail of bodies in your wake

riverwood trader is a mess: makes lucan's and camilla's shop actually look as though it was ransacked by burglars. you can help them clean it too

not the immersive bees: bees will swarm you if you bother them. use this to your advantage in battle

[alienpossession]

After a very demanding workout session and having several hours to spend before his date, Dean decided to slide into his Instagram and treated his close friends with some personal Q&A sesh

But, all the close friend and Dean himself are not necessarily of this world, to put it simply. Hence, the question that started to pile up might not sound like a series of question that you would ask in a normal human conversation

"How can you end up in his body? What's the trick? My host is a decent-sized jock and the battle to gain control over his body was crazy tough, cannot imagine yours,"

I just followed the manual, you know. Caught them off-guard and ensure that they are tired. He fell asleep inside this personal sauna after a grueling workout. Add the fact that he was cutting to prep himself for a bodybuilding competition, well, that's a cocktail for success to tame a beastly jock this size

"Is the sexual stamina better compared to your previous host, noting the size differences 😜😜"

LOL, sorry for the disappointment back then, Gustavo. There's not a lot of people that can withstand your sexual prowess anyway, but I'm definitely the top if we are ever hooking up again

"How do you handle the first 24 hours? The crash after all his memory become accessible must've been out of this world!"

Messed my bed like a baby, but it's cum and sweat instead of piss HAHAH. Yeah, crazy shit, dude is a horny, power-hungry muscle beast

"So, have you converted his significant others? Or do you plan to just mindfuck them later so they will be working as indentured labor?"

Nope, not yet. He lived on his own anyway so we gotta wait for the 4th of July break for it to happen. But the girlfriend already fell though, bitch never stood a chance once I plugged her throat with this monster, she was a sobbing flailing mess when mini-mes swarmed her throat and entire body. Now I told her to help out on slowly infecting my friends. Gotta do it subtly though, no reason actually, just love to play with those oblivious human

"Favorite thing to do as human, aside from sex obviously,"

To be honest, partying. It's just so nice being a 6'6", 225 lbs mass of a presence in a dark, packed club or even festival grounds with great music. I always have party or at least a night out inside my calendar for most of the week, such a blast. And of course, sex also involved to really spice things up, but honestly I don't mind if there's any sex or not as long as the party is lit

And Dean keep on answering all sort of other questions, thinking that his identity as a converted alien puppet remain hidden due to the close friends feature. But his little brother, a 21 years old sophomore living 300 miles away from him, took screenshot of every single close friend stories that Dean made, his mind distraught by the fact that his older brother practically no longer exist but his dick chubbed up to the point of leaking pre as his wildest sexual kink manifested in real time and happened to someone he personally knows.

So, like any horny 21 years old, he decided to rub one out while letting his brother stories played in loop. Should he confront Dean about all of this? Or will that risk him turned into a puppet too?

[hearted-anon]

Bunny love

Words:810 Note: I am minbin biased so I need them going feral rn THIS WAS SO SHORT I'M SORRY @itzsana-kiddingmenow T/w: no pinning, no angst, might be a bit short hopefully not Lee: Changbin Ler: Minho

Changbin slumped against the couch lazily, right onto his Hyung's stomach. They both had just been through ridiculous schedules once more, the rapper having little to no rest akin to the rest of 3RACHA. Eyebags started to become prominent under his eyes, his posture getting worse and worse over time. With comeback season and production of songs weighing heavy, none of the producer trio got any rest at all, now Chan being forced to rest with a cuddle hungry Lix while Jisung busied himself with Jeongin's company.

Minho barely batted an eye at the sleepy Dwaekki resting on his tummy, immersed in catching up on the K-drama that he held still on his phone above the younger's head. He felt incredibly bad, not knowing what to do besides let the rapper rest comfortably after all they've been through. He wanted to help, give back to Changbin who was their support during tough times, Changbin who was their happy pill when schedules suffocated them tight in restraints, now completely sucked of energy without anyone to lean on.

The cool breeze of the aircon blew over the bunnies, Lee Know trying to keep a calm face that increasingly worn down to an obvious frown of concern when Changbin shuffled awkwardly on his comfortable 'pillow', evident that his horrible sleep schedule was finally hitting him in the face with karma. Slowly but surely, a hesitant hand reached down to the younger, holding it gently in a warm embrace.

The dwaekki's eyes twinkled as he stared up at the older, who didn't look in his direction once, keeping his usual stern but calm expression with his eyes fixated onto his show. Changbin's fingers intertwined with Minho's slowly, the older holding his delicately as if he was a fragile piece of glass. The older eventually released his fingers from Changbin's, making him pout and whine pitifully under his breath. Fear not to the rapper though, eventually the fingers returned to him, this time on his forearm. He held his forearm, gently scratching the skin that connected the forearm and wrist area.

To Changbin's dismay, it tickled. It tickled a lot. The gentle scratches meant to lull him to sleep only kept him more awake, biting down on his lip to prevent himself from squirming or giggling. Unfortunately, Minho was all too oblivious, lightening up on the sensations to just barely grazing his inner forearm with light strokes. The rapper trembled in his grasp, throwing his head back onto the tummy, eliciting a choked gasp from the older. He glanced down to the squirming rapper, eyes glued to how the younger didn't try to pull his arm away from the soft tickles.

A smirk made its way to the bunny's face, before it was pushed down to a neutral expression, hiding his absolute joy of being the one to wash away the younger's worries. His heart swelled into a ball of affection for the rapper, watching his eyes crinkle with the cutest dimple ever, wanting to fawn over how adorable Changbin looked trying to bite back his giggles. Changbin eventually pulled away after a few minutes, afraid to cause a disturbance by ruining the silence with his laughter.

Unlucky for him, the fingers didn't stop, just landing onto his tummy to stroke his fingertips gently along the area instead, making Bin squeal and snicker away under his breath. This tempted the older all the more to start cooing over his reaction, but he wanted to be nonchalant about it until Changbin was ready to admit he needed more of these soft tickles.

"Hyuhuhung! Quit it! P-Plehehease!" Bin whined softly through his giggles, tugging gently at the fingers that made his tummy swarm with butterflies, his cheeks heating up like a sauna despite being in an aircon room as of late.

"Quit what my bunny? I'm just watching my show." Lee Know feigned ignorance and innocence, relishing in the giggles that bounced around the walls, grabbing his arm that pulled at his to gently scratch along his inner forearm again, making Binnie shake his head with more squeaky laughs.

"Stahahahap! Noho tickles!" He begs weakly for mercy, the tips of his ears burning red from the show of affection that piled onto him, melting into a puddle of tired, blushing giggles. God forbid he tried to hide his face in his hands, brought down gently by the older before his torture resumed. Eventually, he felt himself being worn down, eyes lidding while his vision clouded, his giggles wearing down.

Minho let the arm go, running a hand through the rapper's hand that elicited a purr from Changbin. Quietly, Lee Know might've turned down the volume of his exciting show, the snores of a finally resting Changbin smiling softly under the affection that rained down upon him.

He definitely didn't do that to hear the snoring, definitely not.

[valdrinors-writing]

so ive been thinking of p4 asau shadows and am going to be super annoying about them

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shadow priestess yosuke wants to escape. he's stuck at a crossroads between junes' and inaba and moving back to the big city. he doesnt care how or when, he wants out!

his shadow is a pirate and his dungeon resembles one of those like community theatre productions of shows w pirates in them? its quite clearly a set lmao the producers of the midnight channel really went under budget for that one

plus him being a captain gives him some form of agency that he feels as though he never gets lol

shadow emperor yukiko's dungeon is the one that has the most thought put into it - its a haunted house, with yukiko as an onryo

unlike canon yukiko emperor yukiko has a shit tonne of insecurities about 'not being feminine enough' to be the heir to the amagi inn - she cant cook or clean and she sucks at talking to people w/o them becoming weirded out - so she overcompensates becoming an ice queen who has basically blocked herself off from anyone

then fortune chie comes back after 5 years away. then the amagi inn gets filmed by ghost hunters trying to find ms yamanos ghost. then she falls into the tv world and y e a h nothing is fine and everything hurts

shadow kanji is very similar to his shadow in canon, but add in the fact that he's quite publicly presented as being the 'cool masculine' one to the mix

he still feels awkward about his identity, being swarmed by women makes him uncomfortable because he wants privacy goddammit! why can't they just treat him like a human being?

spoiler alert stalkers are stalkers which was part of the reason that he came back to inaba to work at his mom's textile shop - and yeah, that adds on everything

his dungeon resembles the sauna in canon, but kanji himself has been split into two sides - the feminine campy 'sauna kanji', and the hyperaggressive man's man 'leather kanji'. they both argue and fight over who's the real kanji, which results in the dungeon being a mess lmao

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@beezonia @hobie-doh @rollthedice-playthecards

[sleepyselkiesims]

Part 74

As their spa day drew to an end, Luca and Aurora cuddled up to each other in complete at utter bliss. Maybe parenting could wait another little while?

But something felt wrong... maybe they'd gone at it too hard, too long, in too hot a place?

Both sims were really starting to feel the effects of the steam. Was it supposed to burn this much?

OH NO NONONONONONONO!!!!

Luca and Aurora were horrified! the benevolent god had always looked out for them! How could they let this happen to the beloved couple?!?!

Luca was the first to crumple to his knees as death struck him unexpectedly.

Aurora could only watch in horror as the vague shape of her husband collapsed to the ground, just out of reach.

Had she not been dying as well, Aurora would have cast Chillio the second she noticed something was wrong. But now... now there was no hope.

The last thought Aurora had before the steam overtook her, was at least she wouldn't be separated from her beloved for long.

And then.... that was that. The first sims of the legacy to permanently die before old age.

..... the sims could've at least made it a respectful moment! Not a head-through-sauna moment!!

Grim wasted no time arriving on scene and taking in the carnage.

Grim sure had never reaped a soul in such a relaxing place before! His whisps weren't sure how to react to the steam.

Grim's arrival caused the spa employees to swarm, clearly more worried for their jobs than the dead sims.

COME ON!! Show a little respect for the dead!!

The crowd made it unbearably difficult and unphotogenic for Grim to take the princess's soul.

But take it he did. Nothing could stop Aurora's pink-blue soul from passing to the other side.

The crowd showed no more concern for Luca's corpse than they had for Aurora's.

LUCA DESERVES MORE RESPECT THAN THIS!!

I'm half convinced this yoga instructor messed with the Sauna, ngl.

Grim continued to his job with no fuss, only efficiency.

Hopefully he would be kind, and ensure the soulmates remained together.

With Luca gone, the sims slingshotted to the sims at home. This was going to be tough...

Poor little Tyrone was going to be the first legacy toddler to grow up parentless.

..I'm fine I'm fine, no tears were shed, it's fine.

Really regretting not taking Micah up on this offer, ngl... Aurora probably would've liked a nightclub birthday party.

[writingsofwesteros]

Some hilarious interactions of Aegon being a jealous baby: Aegon, picking up Hel from class after a meeting with her thesis advisor- "Who's he?" Aegon asked possessively as Helly walked up to the car. "My professor," She said sweetly as he opened the door to her. "Standing kinda close, don't you think?" he grumbled. "He's married, Aeg." "So?" "To his husband?" "...Oh."

Aegon, having lunch with Nora at the country club- The waiter set down their drinks, and Nora smiled and said, "Thank you, Bobby." Aegon raised a brow. "Who's this guy? You know him?" The waiter looked between them, and Aegon snapped, "Quite staring at her, man-" "Aeg," Nora placed her hand over his. "His name's on his name tag. It's okay, sweetie." Aegon, with bestie, (and Jace)- "The hell's this little shit?" He asked as he walked onto the tennis court. "Your nephew?" Bestie said as she smiled and walked over to him. "Just helping her with her serve, Aegon." Jace told him. "I could've done that," He grumbled. "Aeg, baby you hate tennis. And waking up early. And leaving Nora and Helly in bed." Bestie reminded him. He pouted, but relented when she held his hand, and pointed out Nora and Helly about to head into the sauna.

And bonus, Alicent-

The press swarmed his mother since the news of her relationship with Daemon and Rhaenyra, and were shouting questions, many of which were invasive. "For fuck's sake," Aegon muttered as security led them to their car. "It's fine, dear, we're almost-" Alicent was cut off by the shoving of paps trying to get closer to them to snap more pictures. "Mom!" He saw her trip, and saw red in his vision. "Back the fuck up, assholes!" He growled, and grabbed the nearest camera and smashed it. He muttered at the bodyguards for not doing enough, and picked his mother up- honestly, the one day Criston had off.

"You okay, Mom?" He asked once they got in the car. "Fine, dear." She smiled, squeezing his hand. "They'll send a bill for that camera, I believe."

"I'll get Aemond to deal with it- he won't let us pay a cent, not after that." Aegon replied.

LOVE ALL OF THIS

I love Aegon so much. He's the best and worst.

Of course he does not want to get up early and leave his girls, who blames him.

Aemond would someone how sue that camera man

[theflyingfeeling]

eyyyyyyy look what I wrote because I was umm... bored and procrastinating. yeah, definitely only that 🙂

additional tags: angst and smut of some kind (more the implied kind that the explicit one)

enjoy~

~

The last time they did it was supposed to be the last time. Then again, so was the time before that, and the time before that (and the time before that as well). Yet, here they were once again, in a dark hotel room, connected at the mouth, hands on each other's cocks.

It had all started on a particularly wintery night in early November, in the sauna of Aleksi's summer cottage, of all places. They had stayed behind, under cover of being too fascinated by the first snow falling softly behind the fogged-up window, while the others had gone on to crack beers and to destroy the remains of a birthday cake by the fireplace in the next room. When Olli had turned his head back to Aleksi – to comment on the beauty of the scenery or something else, Olli no longer remembered – his breath had caught in his throat when he had found Aleksi's blue eyes looking up at his as if he had just been caught doing something he was not supposed to, his red lips parted, and his hand a little too obvious in its effort to cover the... situation between his legs.

Despite the nearly eighty degrees surrounding them, Olli's skin had been on goosebumps and his breath trembling as he had struggled to control where his eyes travelled, to order them back up to Aleksi's face (as if that would've helped) or literally anywhere else. The thoughts of wrong and we shouldn't swarming in Olli's dizzy head had been muted the second Aleksi's warm hand had rested on Olli's bare thigh, its intentions as clear as the thin frozen cover on the lake by the cottage, and verily, Olli had gasped as if he had fallen through the ice into the frigid water when the hand had reached its destination in between Olli's legs at last. What had happened after that, Olli had blamed on the heat of the moment as much as that of the sauna, and despite having spent the entire rest of the song-writing weekend summoning up the memory of Aleksi's hand gripping his cock, of his own hand being covered in white pearls of Aleksi's cum, of Aleksi's lips on his lips and neck and fingers, he had still kept telling himself it wouldn't happen again.

He simply wouldn't allow it.

That was, until he had. In his defence, it's not like Aleksi had done much to prevent it either.

At least that time the tragedy had occurred far away from home, on their short trip to Germany for a promotion event for their record label – which didn't make it any less immoral, of course, no matter how many times Olli had tried convincing himself that whatever happens in Berlin, stays in Berlin.

No, that's Vegas, Niko had helpfully reminded him when Olli had slurred his worldly wisdom, to which he had kept hanging on ever since that night in a doomed attempt to assure himself that the fact it happened in a foreign country would somehow justify what they had done.

He had almost believed it too: almost, meaning not even a little bit, and that was essentially why Olli's articulation had been so thick and sloppy, although he had found no help for his despair in the bottom of his pint glass either. No matter where he had looked, his eyes had kept travelling back to Aleksi's, staring at him from the other end of the table, equally miserable as his own; no matter what Olli had tried to busy his mind with, his thoughts had always returned to the way, back in their hotel room, Aleksi had pushed him against the mattress and Olli had let him, or the way Olli had slid his hand under Aleksi's sweatshirt and inside his trousers and Aleksi had done nothing to stop him.

If drowning himself in some overpriced German airport beer had helped him get rid of the crippling guilt, he probably would've done that on the spot. Funnily enough, if only Aleksi had given him the word in the form of a nudge against his feet under the table or a gentle brush of his hand while waiting for boarding to start, Olli would've dragged him to the nearest restroom in a heartbeat, just to hear Aleksi panting in his ear again, to feel his hot, heavy breathing against his neck. Instead, they had sat in silence for the whole flight back home, their thighs warm and firm against each other, forced to touch in the limited space of the ecomony class, a constant, intolerable reminder of their sins from the other night.

Please don't let it go that far next time, he would've said to Aleksi, had he been sober and half as brave as he wished to be. Please don't let there be 'next time'. You've always been the stronger one of us.

Alas, Olli never knew if his pleas would've made any difference, for when he had travelled back to Helsinki two weeks later, he had found himself craving for the man's touch just as much as he had ever since they had gotten off that plane from Berlin, and judging by how tight Aleksi had been gripping on to the collar of Olli's shirt, Olli could tell he shared the sentiment.

There had been a new kind of desperation to their touches and to their silent moans as they had rubbed against each other on the couch in Aleksi's basement studio. Maybe it was because they hadn't spoken for days. Maybe it was because Aleksi's girlfriend was upstairs.

When Aleksi had come all over Olli's stomach, his eyes had welled with hopeless tears. Olli wanted to brush them away, but he had feared that would've only made matters worse.

"Fuck. Sorry," Aleksi had whispered with a trembling breath before getting off him. Olli hadn't needed to ask what Aleksi had been apologizing for; he understood it was complicated without Aleksi telling him so. He understood it perfectly well, in fact, having rolled around in bed night after night for the past weeks dwelling on the matter himself, cautious not to awaken the sleeping figure next to him.

The true tragedy was that by then, they had gone far past the point of a simple apology to be any good.

The next day, soaking his sorrows in a bottle of gin on Joonas' sofa, he had told his oldest childhood friend everything, because they didn't keep secrets between them and, well, because Joonas had asked.

"So it's true, huh? Fuck, I thought it was just Niko making things up again. You know, like that time he was convinced Joel had hooked up with that Italian guy, what's-his-name."

(Olli hadn't had the heart to tell him that Joel had, very much indeed, gotten intimate with that Italian guy, a little too loud in a cleaning closet with the door a little too open on a backstage corridor next to a vending machine that had eaten Olli's money once upon a time in Rotterdam, but that was a conversation for another drunken Thursday.)

"So, umm... does... does she know?"

Olli had shaken his head.

"Are you gonna tell her?"

Olli had been too busy practically inhaling the liquor in his bottle to answer. Not that he would've had an answer ready anyway.

"Is it... I mean... It's just sex, right? There's... nothing more to it, is there?"

That time, Olli had wanted to answer. He really, really had. But whatever would've come out of his mouth instead of the broken sob he had let out once the comforting burn of the alcohol had left his throat would've been a terrible lie, so maybe it was best he hadn't.

"Oh, Olli..." Joonas had whispered into his hair as he had wept against the soft, pink fabric of Joonas' hoodie. It had been little comfort to ease his pain, but at least he hadn't been back at Aleksi's making more poor judgements.

There'd be more opportunities for that, Olli was to find out, although they had agreed with solemn nods and lumps in their throats that they'd have to put an end to it before it would be too late. It seemed, however, that neither of them wanted to acknowledge it had been too late the very moment they had first kissed in Aleksi's sauna that snowy November night; Olli could only speak for himself, of course, but once he had had a taste of something he had until then only fantasized about – for longer than he was willing to admit – he had known there was no coming back. One look at Aleksi's lustful gaze on him when they pleasured each other was the only reassurement for Olli to believe he felt the same.

Lust. Olli could fool himself and say that was all that it was: carnal desire, instinctive, uncontrollable somehow, but was it lust you felt when your daily thoughts became consumed by this one person, their smell, their taste, their voice that even came to lure you in your sleep?

Olli knew what it was. He didn't dare say the word out loud though, ignoring how it was just another way to fool himself.

Come their spring tour, and Olli's head felt too heavy with thoughts to carry on his aching shoulders. Aleksi's tongue managed to empty it momentarily the way it emptied his balls, but sooner rather than later, his head was full of mixed messages again: ones that told him he had nothing but misery coming for him if he let this go on, others that asked him how something that felt so world-shatteringly good and right could be so wrong.

Maybe it's not wrong, Olli's post-handjob brain tried to reason, like it did each time these days. He knew he'd come to his senses (or what was left of them) soon after, but every time they had gotten together on that tour – which was almost every other night if they weren't too sleep-deprived or too busy hating themselves – Olli found himself believing it more and more. Maybe it's not wrong and we're just the victims of our circumstances, of having met other people before we met each other. Maybe we're right to touch and crave each other the way we do and it's the universe that's fucked us over for never even giving us a fair chance to see if we could be something.

And Olli really, truly wanted the two of them to be something; something more than hasty handjobs in backstage bathrooms or quiet, needy blowjobs at 3 AM in the tour van; something more than a mere fraction of the life they could never have, at least not without breaking some hearts first.

Olli almost felt his own shattering into pieces when Aleksi spoke to him in the dark of their hotel room.

"This is the last time. It has to be."

Perhaps it would've been more convincing if Aleksi's thumb hadn't been stroking his collarbone, or if he hadn't felt the softness of Aleksi's lips on his shoulder.

"I know," he said anyway, like he always did. He stared up at the ceiling until his eyes began to burn, so he closed them and focused on the gentle touch just above his chest. He set his breathing to the rhythm of Aleksi's thumb, forcing away the dread and regret, hopefully until morning.

"I just..." Aleksi paused to huff out a short exhale, with an undertone of frustration or perhaps even anger, "I just— I wish it... didn't have to be."

Olli opened his eyes again, only to find the ceiling even more blurry than the last time he had stared at it.

"I wish it didn't have to be like this. I wish I could... I wish we could..."

Olli couldn't force himself to speak and tell Aleksi that he, too, wished their situation was different, to tell him just how much he wanted him, so he silenced Aleksi with his lips and showed him.

He showed him, not with his words, but with the way his hands gently pushed Aleksi to his back. He showed him with his tongue that explored the insides of Aleksi's mouth and the smooth skin below his jawline. He showed him with his fingers that wrapped around Aleksi's erection, stroking his length while Olli's other fingers prepared him. He showed him with the way he moved inside him, slowly, tenderly, then faster, more desperate, until he lost himself completely in the feeling of Aleksi.

Aleksi's breaths came out short and fast, and Olli knew he was close. His thrust became more determined, less for his own pleasure than that of the man trembling under him when his orgasm hit him. Only then Olli allowed himself to let go as well, coming inside Aleksi, filling him, taking him.

Aleksi's eyes were glassy as he sunk his hand into Olli's hair and brought him in for a kiss to make up for all the ones that were cut short while they had been gasping for air. In those moments, when they were both weak and vulnerable, it was too easy to imagine this was exactly how it was supposed to be, or, the very least, where Olli wanted to be: their their bodies having become one with him still inside Aleksi, their sweaty skin sticking together, their tongues working in sync. He hoped it spoke more than any words he had left unsaid.

I want this. I want you.

[lorifragolina]

A Little Sweat

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove

WT: None

WC: 1347

This is a silly thing I wrote some time ago… I love little no-drama Hargrove :)

Read it on AO3

Billy Hargrove thought that working at the pool in summer had pros and cons.

He could swim all he wanted after hours.

He could show his body without looks of disapproval, he could enjoy the glances of people at the pool, and he could stare at other people in bathsuits, especially girls and some stunning women that were hanging on his every word.

He could scream and mess with teens without seeming a bully, and he took advantage of it as long as he wanted.

He could work on his tan while being paid, that was probably the better thing, and finally he felt to have again a healthy skin color like in California. Yes, he had the mark of the trunks on his lower back, and that could be a con, but nobody who was allowed to see his naked ass had complained yet.

Some of those rich kids with a pool at their houses decided to attend the public pool when he started working there, following all his movements at the lifeguard turret, and he didn’t know if it was a pro or a con. For example, he felt Steve Harrington’s glare fixed on his shoulders like a dagger, he even always took his sunglasses off to watch every step he made around. Billy always made sure to walk chin up and stomach in when he passed near Harrington, just to state his superior body, and he knew it worked because he always watched Harrington in return behind his own sunglasses.

Karen Wheeler was another wild card. She always showed up during his shifts and had a set of good excuses to attract his attention and talk to him, and he couldn’t say if it was good or bad. He liked to give her his hot alpha male smirk while chewing a gum or a cig, and look at her worshiping face from above, he liked her being short but firm, but sometimes she was really bothering and demanding, and he felt uncomfortable. Moreover, he could often feel Harrington’s disapproving glare on his back, or he casually walked by them when they’re chatting and stared strongly at them. Billy liked being the center of all attention, but he didn’t like being harassed and hunted like a prey.

Kids of preschooler swimming class were swarming out when the lesson ended. Billy waved to them smiling and stepped out of the baby pool drying himself with his towel. He looked at his watch and tossed the towel near Heather’s seat. 

"Finally I finished, I’m broken," he smiled at her.

"Tough kids?"

Billy giggled and shook his head. " No, they’re sweet, but they have a lot of energy. You mind if I go to the sauna for a few minutes and then I will help you tidy up?"

Heather nodded. "Of course, don’t worry, I'm starting to close".

The pool was almost empty, just thirty minutes before closing, and Heather didn’t need much help. 

Billy passed in front of Harrington’s beach chair shaking his wet hair in the sunset. Steve sat up and took off his sunglasses. 

Karen Wheeler casually crossed his path just a step after. 

"It’s a problem if I go for a quick swim now before the closing?" she smirked to him, a hand weakly laying on her hip, just above her strong legs. She smelled of sunscreen.

Billy licked his lips and gave her her private smile. "Heather is in charge, I just finished my shift, I’m sorry, Ms Wheeler," he smirked.

"Karen," she answered, vaguely disappointed. He went away to the sauna, and glimpsed with the corner of his eyes she was sitting on her beach chair snorting.

Billy sat in the sauna and enjoyed the heat that cleaned his skin and his mind. He felt the muscles in his shoulders loosing and relaxing, while his hair wrinkled for the humidity. 

The door opened two minutes after and Karen Wheeler entered the little foggy room and sat on the bench to the side, at a prudent distance from Billy. She smiled, faking surprise.

"Oh hello Billy, I just decided to sweat a little after leaving".

Billy breathed and pursed his lips, just smiling to her, trying not to watch her face.

Karen combed her hair with the fingers and slowly started to slip into him, and he moved a little to the other side, slightly uncomfortable.

At that moment the door opened again. Harrington entered the sauna, feeling a heavy atmosphere besides the dry heat. Billy followed his few steps until he sat in his same bench right at his side, landing a hand just near Billy’s in the same seat.

"Harrington," Billy said, and Steve nodded a little to him.

"Karen," Steve stared at Karen’s face without blinking.

"Steve".

Karen sat back against the wall, bothered by Steve’s arrival, and in a few seconds she huffed lightly and got up with a tense smile.

"Well I think that is enough for me, I think the heat makes me a little weak," she waved and went out, disappointed.

"You can have a cold bath," smiled Billy, almost mocking. Steve giggled.

Billy sighted and raised his eyes on Harrington’s face, shaking his head. 

"You can’t help, can you?"

"I just needed a little sauna, is it a crime?" he stretched his little finger to touch Billy’s hand.

"You jealous?" Billy grabbed Steve’s hand and intertwined their fingers.

Steve lowered his eyes "Well I can’t stand Karen throwing herself on you, ok?" he stared at Billy's lips and leaned to kiss him. Billy cupped Steve’s face and smiled on his lips. 

Steve landed a hand on Billy’s knee.  "Maybe we can do what Karen would do with you here?"

Billy scoffed and laughed. He felt pleased and aroused by his boyfriend's jealousy and desire, but it wasn’t the right place.

 "If you want to have a stroke, and besides, anyone could enter and see us". Billy kissed Steve again and then they went out to the pool. Steve went to collect his things and Billy helped Heather to clean up. 

Karen was the last person at the edge of the pool and she didn’t miss the opportunity to approach Billy again.

"Well I think we’ll see tomorrow, Billy," she purred at him, flickering her eyelashes. "I hope you can watch over me when I swim".

Billy licked his lips and smirked at her, giving her a large look from head to toe that made her blush. He slowly opened a gum and put it in his mouth. 

"‘f course," he caught Steve staring at them at the end of the pool. "Gotta go".

Karen followed his hot walk until he reached Steve. They went away together and she saw their hips getting strangely near while walking side to side. Billy glanced at her above his shoulder and, as he saw she’s still looking at them, he raised an arm and touched Steve on his shoulder, going slowly on his back and hip, then lightly touching his bum in his speedo. Karen blushed furiously in disbelief and embarrassment, collecting her things with a delusional smirk.

Steve tilted his head giggling and they disappeared in the locker room.

"I wish you smiled at me like you smile at Karen, she was really charmed" Steve said harshly, opening his locker. 

Billy smiled, that sweet harmless smile he gifted only to Steve.

"I don’t need to charm you, it’s you who put a spell on me".

Steve laughed softly and sweetened his eyes to him, leaning a smooch on his lips. Billy hugged his boyfriend, tickling a little in the edge of his underwear.

"Go to my place and have a little sex?" smirked Steve.

"What if we go to my place, I cook you a good dinner and then we make sweet love?".

"You’re hopelessly romantic, aren’t you?" smiled Steve, and kissed him in the forehead.

Billy wore his jeans commando, covering the tan line Steve licked and bit every night, and he blushed feeling that he was really about to enjoy a tasty dinner and after dinner.

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

My internet keeps going out, but I need a moment to vent.

The sore place on my really bad ankle has come back. I can’t put off buying new boots anymore because this pair is no longer supporting the ankles properly. That’s about $80.

And I need to buy more of the cushioning stuff to bandage my sore place because I’m out, and I’m having to reuse the old stuff for long periods of time until they are too compressed to do any good. (That will be about $15, I think)

Then this morning one of my ankle braces had the lace tear right through the plastic. I knew it would happen eventually. I’ve been pushing both braces months past when I should have replaced them. The fabric was tearing and the plastic had deep groves, but I kept trying ‘cause���money. Replacing them both will be about $40.

So this morning I woke up with my bad knee in agony. It almost never hurts like this, and I have no idea what triggered it. Walking is sooo hard, even after I dug out and put on my old knee brace. No costs are involved, but OMG I hurt!

Eating I got toast into my broken tooth, packed in deep. I haven’t gotten it all out, despite my efforts, and now it’s throbbing.

The poison ivy in my eyes has improved, but my eyelids still feel awful. My eyes are all gummed up.

I’m covered in approximately two trillion bug bites and get swarmed by deer flies and mosquitoes every time I’m outside. And don’t get me started on the daily tick bites!

It’s so hot and steamy. Yeah, it’s cooler than last week but it’s still like a sauna. I HATE sweating. In my family we sweat a lot, so it just pours off me. I can’t escape sweating even in my stupidly hot house. (The air conditioner tries, but I need a new one. As if I can afford THAT! LOL)

And now I need to go take something to someone that has really steep, high steps to their house and no railing.** On normal pain level days they look at me with pity as I take the steps down with slow care because putting all my weight on my bad ankle with such big steps can be tricky. Today with my knee too….

I suppose I can crawl down the steps! LOL

Ah, good! I seem to be getting a headache too!

When I get back I get to go to my bank account and try to figure out how the hell I can buy these things I need to walk AND buy groceries this month.

Today is so much fun!

**I swear they learned safety in architectural design from Star Wars. I get not springing for a ramp on your house, but come on! Railings people! Especially if there is more than a five foot drop! One day they are going to get sick or injured enough they will be glad for any little help too!

[sacrilegious-skeletal-scribe]

community radio broadcasting

and four-odd horsemen who could use a little goddamn pep in their step (feat. R.E.M.)

‘sounds like the world’s ending,’ i say conversationally

head propped toward the sound of lives changing, somewhere behind camera b

radio spitting half-shaped static at my ears while i try to use them for updates

‘again?’ you reply, eyes flicking between reflections as we stall out

(you slotted the car between dirt-bitten paint and two-door sedans that would rather be anywhere else)

(i understand the sentiment)

‘it’s the end of the world as we know it'

metal on metal on plastic on sauna pokes through the last whine of the engine

music hissing away dutifully as I eye the key left in the disarmed ignition

and you lean into the headrest like a plastic beach chair neither of us bought, exactly

(and there is not dread wriggling down my throat each time i swallow)

i am a free man and i am here of my own volition and the afternoon is going well 

and the wind pushing sloppily at my face sure isn’t just moving the heat around

(and if i die in this parking lot at least my casket will not meet dirt unaccompanied)

just me, and you

(us; intwined fate, court jesters for whatever king has managed to wander past us)

baking in the front seat of a car that really should’ve eaten us by now

tossed hollering bodies into a guardrail

into a racing front bumper on a back highway with no street paint

spun out on a deer just as terrified of us as we are

(ole faithful, we grin, patronizing and confident, and this car really should’ve killed one of us, the way we drive it)

(like it’s holy, like we’re crashing a sunday service; sacrilege in poor singing and high spirits)

instead of us, intact, baking in a front seat

bathed in sunlight chasing the last dregs of midday heat

heat soaking into my arms through the menace of your open window

listing to radio waves that crackle more often than sing

‘it’s the end of the world as we know it’ 

there’s a quiet irritation between us, simmering in the heat mirage

and it is the heat, probably, this parking lot desert

or it’s the squealing we get at traffic lights, thinning brake pads we’re pretending not to hear

or the yawning canyon between the F decal and a dull plastic throat wound

a little red line to remind us about an engine running on dust

the clock-face reorders itself and I stake my eyes to it without seeing

modeling an expression that could’ve always been watching that loose inch of dashboard

(like it matters, like i’m not waiting patiently for the execution slot to tick over)

it’s nostalgic, almost

boiling softly in a front seat while inertia kicks at my heart rate

trying to hedge off enough of my emotional responses to keep the panic attack half-coiled in my stomach

a little nausea pulls the veil of familiarity together, really

while i steel myself for a sound chamber made of linoleum and ice

the kind of workhouse freezer that could make a CEO long for hell

but for now there is sunlight on my arms

(there was steam when we pried the car doors into entrances)

and the weight on my chest belongs to the afternoon breeze

the one sliding unevenly down my throat, nudging at my hands, my jaw, my clothes

‘it’s air’ cry the gnat swarms throwing themselves into the back window

‘it’s like breathing water’ you mutter, like it’s a revelation, like i’m not drowning in the seat across from you

like i won't have to get out of the car soon

‘it’s the end of the world as we know it’

‘shift ends at nine, right?’

‘-end of the world as we know-’

‘nine-thirty’

‘-’s the end of-‘

‘right’

‘-world as we know it’

‘it’s the end of the world as we know it’

[bugginoutofthisworld]

Two

Dangerously, through a field of rubbery grass, chased Hughes after a sunset which would never fall and the girl eclipsing it who already had. Foot trod purple mouths of tubular flora; smooching at swarms of plump bumblebees bouncing through the powdery sky. So fell the kisses to earth and ululated the loamy soil with their viral tongues. Ribbons of silk, black hair played on the sky in eager jumps as if guffawing tides in the middle of a jovial ocean. And the calluses first reached out, then the hand toward loose strands which fell from the girl's scalp like the wandering fluff of a blown dandelion. And the sun swallowed her shadow.

Remnants of a bruise-purple sky pulsed in splotches of blue soaking them and the tides rose to swallow the rock but fell like breathing as the moon called them home. And midnight-quiet went the field, its asphyxiating whispers weren’t even a nod in the air and the depth of the silence was incomprehensible; itching at and numbing the ears. Thoughts couldn’t even muster space in the mind of Hughes who was slowly becoming entirely blank, without even the awareness to continue breathing. So succumbed to his dulling mind and shrank away from the reality of sensation, Hughes liquified entirely. 

Sloshed and frothed in an ebbing decanter; oxides and tannins losing their tangibility, ultimately falling into alcoholic sulfites to be vinted and bottled in Modesto, California. Whiffs of black cherry and a hint of vanilla find themselves etched into the thunderstruck somalia who must alert the National Foundation of Rescued Wine. They would certainly be gobsmacked at his latest discovery, a wine with not one, but two notes. 

“It’s bullshit!” He bellows into the now open halls of the foundation. “It’s all bullshit!” And is. Soon crumbled the foundation of the foundation which had been held together for centuries on an air-tight laurel of, never let them see you sweat. But condensation was finally possible (and superfluous) as the temperature rose dramatically without pretext. The ice on gilded fly’s wings melted and fell in opalescent puddles of motor lunch. And Alcoholics Anonymous meetings were held in the bright rays of the sun which spilled through the membranes of thinning clouds and greeted the land with abundant warmth. 

Soon enough there was a lucrative prospect in accommodating the inclimate weather. The death of their eyes transmuted into welcoming blues, greens, and hazels. Gnats were welcomed back to the earth, burrowing into the silicone flesh of garden vegetables and made homes in the melting walls of their juicy rinds. Swarming in loud buzzes over the deserts made in states of rising sand compelled by the sun. The people learned to keep themselves cool by using their abundant salivation on the areas of the body which lose heat the fastest. Teeth turned spongy after over intoxication on hydration but allowed mouths to hold deposits of water like reservoirs deep in the earth. 

Tongue met asshole and found it fit between spread buttcheeks like the continents as Pangea. Dug their tongues through the sweating walls of prolapsing intestine and cooled the area with a flex of their tongues. Steam rose from open mouths in a train's exhale of cloudy exhaust. Saunas became extinct in favor of sunbathing and one became their own coals with their tongue the ample source of liquid for another and linked themselves in a perpetually satisfied chain of refreshment and exhaust. But slowly, so slowly it was like evolution, were peoples’ broiling their insides, ready to be served with gravy for thanksgiving dinner! 

Colonies fell into a state of humid frying. Unable to communicate with each other in their roast-turkey'd states. So began the success of the common fly and its dominance as one of earth's greatest predators. While citizens collapsed with rectal abandon, so thrived the festering fly. Its prey had become a millionth of its size in a direction no scientist or paranoid junky or trembling pervert could have predicted. They ate cooked human meat (which could’ve used a little salt) for every meal for millions of years. Gone were the times of 28 day lifespans and what ushered forth was a glorious respite in rectitude of the fly.

[scentedchildnacho]

I don't know about the car accident on mission inn avenue....I think Riverside downtown use to be like Las Cruces...or Beaumont Texas....mostly all closed and boarded up and it's new to try to open it....

Urban ecology I think downtown urbanism use to historically be more Gertrude Stein on modernism it's new to ever think it could support family friendly activity...the homeless or the criminal Nazi drug lord is what's more normative for the area

I think it was a horrible mistake to try to bring women and children to it....they were heroin addict Nazi punk platoon havens and their activity still comes around at the same schedules shooting lead poisoning or any type of pollutant they can at people and then drugging themselves dumb off the pain....

That man is like a real ship worker and his negress does not come around anywhere modern

There is way too much traffick for what the infrastructure can maintain so I think horrible accident was if you won't stop polluting my city by driving your bad behaviour away from cop districts you live in then he will shock the behaviour to stop

I think the traffick pollutive battery is like the fires in Riverside county....they commute here to job so they get copped here not where their house is

They fill to the max every parking lot they can till 107 degree weather feels like a quick chemical heat shock wind of 130 boiling sauna...it makes ones skin feel whipped

Their very wide eyed automaton demonic communities that won't close roads though industry also starts using their neighborhoods for heavy truck noise pollution

I don't completely understand schools but it looks like prostitute fame in certain children causes whole line ups of family vehicles or journalists to swarm the student with pick ups

Vietnamese Catholic school looked like it's cliche they have problems trying to sexually exploit the Vietnamese with technological a.i. hyper means

Italian Catholic school looked like Mussolini if the poor won't go land invest in dirty hospitality then there isn't anything for mussos criminal hoards to claim God is a smoke stack hyper idiot

Its a very gross fascist addict and if you don't provide it with dirty taking care of it kills everyone with it

Live in the wood?....use the oil in the dark miracle

Dirty dirty dirty

I am a very passive person who does love non violence and after enough he will beat my face into the pavement or he will call the cops to jail fuck me or he will second hand smoke hit me or he will light hit me.....I find great comfort in watching the defective model just make it's den on the concrete for itself see it will cell itself

[raitrolling]

Team (Dis)orders

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

(This drabble is the sixth episode of the Drive to Survive series)

The atmosphere of the Selatak GP felt different without Tira.

Not to the other nine teams, who were continuing on business as usual. And not to the majority of the members of Aeon Racing either, who were also going through the same procedures as every other race. Setting up the garage, unloading the cars from the freight trucks and setting them up to be race ready, conducting various internal meetings and debriefings, participating in interviews with the media, then finally completing all three practice sessions and the qualifying session.

Meanwhile, Sharle felt like he was the only troll who noticed that his teammate had been replaced.

Of course, that was definitely not the case. The media had been swarming around the reserve driver to get exclusive photographs of him in his racing gear, the other teams had been watching the data from Aeon Racing closer than ever to scope out the newest competition, and no one could escape being asked by interviewers how they think Zraike compares against the rest of the grid. 

But no one else seemed to notice the number 21 stickers on the car had been replaced with 29s. No one else seemed to notice the boards on top of the garages which designated where each driver was stationed didn’t mention a certain tealblood. And no one on that side of the garage seemed to have cared that they needed to install a different seat than usual, as the driver occupying that car was much taller than the previous one.

It was as if all traces of Sharle’s best friend had been wiped clean out of existence, and he was the only person who remembered who they were.

Sharle knew he couldn’t let the absence of Tira bother him too much either, as much as he did miss his company. He hadn’t been able to visit him since he’d been released from hospital, hobbling on crutches with his leg in a cast. Mansel had personally paid for the best surgeon in Revoire City out of his own pocket - more of a gesture of goodwill than of necessity given that Tira had ample funds to pay his own medical bills, - but the backing of the Team Principal allowed for the tealblood to receive preferential treatment within the medical system. 

Tira had reassured him that he’d be back by Midwestern Circuit in three races’ time, just like Sharle predicted. Tira, at the time, was also hopped up on enough painkillers to sedate a horse. 

Nothing else for Sharle to do but to keep his head down and get into the zone. Fortunately, he was very good at blocking out all other distractions whenever he was behind the wheel of a car.

The free practice sessions and qualifying passed with no issues. Even the humidity Selatak was famous for did not bother the blueblood in the slightest, he’d been spending the past few weeks training in the sauna to acclimatise to the intense heat, and every time he was out in the car had been wearing a cooling vest over his fireproofs. Mechanics would blast the car and its driver with dry ice whenever it was idling in the garage, and Ropikk was always quick to hand Sharle a bottle of electrolyte-infused water to keep up his fluid intake. 

Ropikk was also quick to complain about the things she had overheard from the opposite garage, something the falcon troll had not been paying any attention to outside of asking his race engineer the gaps between the cars and reading the telemetry. It was the same things Sharle already knew about Zraike: He was foul-tempered and hot-headed, and didn’t like when lower caste trolls gave him orders, even when they were his superiors on the team’s hierarchy. 

It was those traits that Mansel had hoped a weekend in the big league would help temper and force the younger seadweller to mature, so that he could become a good fit for the team as a whole. He may be quick and have that killer instinct to immediately fight for a championship, but an uncooperative driver does not do well for team morale.

Still, as the minutes started ticking down towards the beginning of the race, Sharle thought it would be best to check in on his replacement teammate. 

He ducked his head into Zraike’s garage, spying the zebrafish troll removing his cooling vest to get ready to step into the car. 

“Hey,” Sharle said as he approached, offering a handshake. “Er, good luck with your first race, Selatak must be a pretty tough one to start out at, huh?”

The intensity of Zraike’s glare could have killed a small animal.

“I don’t need your support, blueblood.”

Sharle blinked in surprise, and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not expecting that much vitriol.

Well, he tried.

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Sharle pulled his car into the fifth grid spot after completing the formation lap, with Zraike not too far behind in eighth. The purpleblood had qualified higher than anyone had expected, making Sharle’s time a little underwhelming in comparison. Both trolls knew they had everything to prove, but only Sharle had the team’s chosen strategy in mind. 

The two cars had been fitted with medium tyres, with the intention that only one pit stop would be required, so the aim was to gain as many positions as possible in the beginning laps and then coasting until the ideal pit window opened. The biggest gamble, then, was if Zraike was capable of managing his tyres as well as the more experienced drivers on the grid.

He was not thinking about the reserve driver, however, as his race did not concern Sharle in the slightest. He was only staring straight ahead, watching the five starting lights begin to illuminate on the count down...

… And it’s lights out and away we go!

The driver in pole position did not get as quick of a start as second place, creating a slight delay for all the cars on the right side of the track. Predicting that third would move to the right to get around the struggling polesitter, Sharle opted to plant his foot down and drive straight ahead, ready to slot into any gap while the first few drivers fought for the top position.

He saw an opening on the first corner and passed fourth, but in the chaos of so many cars vying for that same gap, he was squeezed out into the run-off area. He didn’t feel any impact from bumping into any other cars, and simply swore to himself as he charged ahead to find an open space, cutting the first corner and ending up in third place in an illegal move.

“You know what to do, Sharle. Give the position back,” Prozit drawled into his ears, reminding him of the racing rules.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Not my fault fucking Komaii squeezed me,” He grumbled in response, briefly pulling off the racing line to allow the rival driver past, and then returning before anyone took advantage of him conceding the position.

He’ll get him back in the next few corners.

And that he did, using the Aeon’s speed advantages on the long straight leading up to turn seven, overtaking the Taurouge Racing car belonging to Komaii from the outside at the sharp left-hand turn. He left little space for the other driver as he turned in, forcing him to back out and Sharle to speed ahead into the next series of sharp turns. He smirked to himself, perhaps that squeeze was a little petty, but that’s simply how racing is sometimes.

Sharle continued on, and once the first lap was cleared and the gaps between each car began to widen, settled into a routine of tyre management that would last until the pit window opened. Second place had gotten a couple seconds ahead of him during his initial fight with Komaii, while he was also pulling away handily from fourth place.

Prozit informed him over the headset that the Taurouge sustained a bit of damage, as the front wing clipped against the wall during the squeeze. The stewards were going to investigate that, but the Team felt confident they could make up for any potential time penalties received.

The blueblood responded with a quick “Understood” and resumed focusing on the road ahead of him.

Lap by lap, he inched closer to second place, getting within the DRS range at one point but having to back out of a fight for position as he would risk wearing down his tyres too much. Keeping within one second of the other car allowed him to take advantage of the slipstream… And any potential mistakes from lock-up or oversteering.

As he passed down the main straight for the fifteenth time this race, Sharle caught a glimpse at one of the large screens broadcasting the television feed for the audience in the grandstands to experience the race in its entirety. In those brief seconds, the camera was focused on one of the other team’s garages, singling out a driver’s girlfriend watching the feed.

He felt glad that Jamie didn’t receive that kind of attention despite being present at this race, as he was only recognised as a representative for Starsight, one of Aeon Racing’s sponsors. His matesprit would hate being filmed in this manne-

Ah, shit. The corner.

Sharle slammed on the brakes as the first turn appeared much faster than he expected, causing his tyres to lock up. Fortunately, he didn’t crash. But unfortunately, second place was able to pull much further ahead. 

He cursed again in Italian this time, making sure he didn’t accidentally bump the microphone and broadcast his adrenaline-fueled language to the team, and corrected his car to return to the racing line. Focus, Sharle. Focus.

He knuckled down for another four laps until his race engineer gave the signal of the radio.

“Alright, box next lap. Box box.”

One more trip around the circuit and it’d be time to come into the pits for the hard tyres. They’ll last until the end of the race, and provided there are no red flags or safety cars, he’ll be in prime contention for his second podium in a row-

Wait, how the hell did Zraike get right behind him?

The other Aeon was charging towards him at a speed that should not be possible on worn-down mediums. Sharle hadn’t noticed him in his mirrors, so he must have caught up during the long straight sections of the track. And as they were heading around the first few turns, Zraike was gaining on him fast.

“Oi, Prozit, how’s Zraike’s laptimes?” He asked through the headset.

“One minute thirty-six on fresh softs,” responded the engineer.

Soft tyres? That wasn’t in the pre-race brief, and neither was a two-stop strategy for either driver. But before Sharle could enquire further, Prozit seemed to have read his mind.

“Zraike pitted two laps ago. It was his call for softs, the mediums were not working for him.”

Which was code for ‘this guy doesn’t know how to manage tyres for a full race, and chewed them up trying to carve through the field’. That kind of tenacity could be admired from a rookie, but this wasn’t a practice session where the team was solely looking at the data. This was a race, where ideally both drivers should finish in the points without compromising the strategy.

“Uh-huh, copy. Can you tell him to get off my ass? He’s gonna ruin those softs too if he keeps riding me,” There was a slight annoyance in Sharle’s tone. There’s a time and a place for proper racing between teammates on track, but not when a rookie is trying to swerve around him when he can just wait another minute to get that track position.

While waiting for his engineer’s response, he took it upon himself to defend his position. That seadweller can learn to be patient. Zraike tried to weave around him again, but ran out of room before needing to brake to make the next corner.

“Affirmative. Negion has told him to ease off and wait for you to pit first.”

Sure didn’t seem like it… The blueblood grumbled to himself, as he looked in his mirrors and saw Zraike sitting firmly on his rear wing once again, ready to make a move to pass. He veered over slightly to block the other driver’s attempt, and could see the seadweller throw his hand up to flip him the bird.

Another voice piped in on the radio communications - the other race engineer this time, opting to speak to both drivers at once.

“Zraike, I said Casini is not your race. Keep it clean, boys. Mansel’s watching,” Negion’s tone was much more jovial than his twin brother’s, but his words were equally as serious. 

Sharle couldn’t help but chuckle at the other driver getting a scolding, as that message would definitely be getting broadcast on the live feed.

But, as he pressed his foot on the brakes to ease around the next corner, disaster struck.

The flat spot on the tyres from his previous lock up did not grip onto the road properly, causing Sharle to lock up a second time and run wide.

As he moved the steering wheel to correct himself, Zraike made a move to attempt to overtake from the inside line. Sharle’s car was ahead at the apex.

Sharle thought his teammate was going to listen to the team orders and back out. 

Zraike did not.

The seadweller’s front wing collided with the other car’s front, causing both cars to spin off the track. Sharle wrestled with the steering wheel to try and fight against it, but to no avail. Almost in sync, both Aeons hit the barriers.

“Confirming you’re okay, Sharle.” Prozit was on the radio immediately.

The blueblood groaned.

“Yeah, I’m good. What the fuck was that, man. What a fucking idiot, what was he even doing?” 

There was a pause, as if his race engineer didn’t know how to answer that.

“Switch off the car. They’ll be red flagging the race.”

Apparently by not acknowledging it at all. But sure enough, the marshalls positioned around the track began waving red flags to signal to the other drivers the race had been halted.

With another groan, Sharle switched off the car as instructed and removed the steering wheel. Next was his seatbelts, then finally the headrest. He couldn’t help but toss the headrest out of the car in frustration, fortunately not hitting anyone in the process. 

The blueblood winced as he climbed out of the car, slightly sore from the impact. Yeah, that’s definitely going to bruise, damn Zraike. Who the hell does he think he is?

He shook his head in annoyance, and once he reached the barrier decided to take off his helmet to get some fresh air. It wasn’t usually recommended to do that while technically still on track, but he was sweating up a storm under Selatak’s humidity. Setting the helmet and the steering wheel on top of the barrier for a moment, he took in a deep breath of that hot air, and-

Crash.

The blueblood almost jumped in shock. What the fuck?

A helmet - one belonging to his seadwelling teammate - had been thrown at him. Sharle turned around, and threw up his hand at the approaching troll.

“Dude, what the hell was that for?”

“You ruined my fucking race, you asshole! That position was mine!” Zraike yelled, baring his teeth.  

Sharle scoffed back, adrenaline running high.

“Mate, what about my race? I was about to pit, you should’ve waited to pass after like you were told. Team orders, man. You’re meant to listen to them, not ram me off the corner!”

“I don’t give a rat’s fucking ass about team orders that only care about you. What? Am I supposed to not race when I’m clearly faster? Can’t handle a bit of competition?” The seadweller sneered.

“What? No?” Sharle threw his hand up again in disbelief. “That’s just common sense, you fucking idiot. Don’t get aggressive with me, mate.”

By now Zraike was right up in Sharle’s personal space, and responded by shoving the smaller driver. 

“Mate, come the fuck on-” Sharle glared, looking ready to fight back himself. “You’re just being an asshole, and you ruined both our races!”

He gestured madly at the cars, brakes still smoking much like their tempers.

“Like, dude. You don’t just do this shit here, this ain’t a derby, come on.”

Zraike shoved him again, harder this time, and he was almost knocked backwards into the barrier.

“Don’t talk back to me, blueblooded bitch. You don’t get to call the fucking shots here just because you’re Mansel’s favourite, and you don’t get to throw a fucking tantrum when a rookie is better than you,” he growled, threatening.

“Mate, I ain’t throwing a tantrum, you literally drove into me!”

For a second, Sharle thought he saw sparks crackle off the seadweller’s horns, but was too angered to pay any attention to anything but Zraike’s audacious claims.

Zraike snarled, towering over the falcon troll and spraying spit into his face as he yelled, “And you don’t know how to fucking drive as soon as someone tries to overtake you! Is that why they keep that shitty midblood around? To make you feel better cuz he’ll never pass you? Everyone knows he doesn’t deserve a spot on this team, you fucking sabotaged me on purpose!”

Oh, that was it. Sharle had enough.

With little warning, he curled up his hand into a fist, and swung it at Zraike’s face.

Crack.

Both trolls looked shocked in the moment. Zraike stumbled sidewards, clutching his nose, and when Sharle recoiled his hand backwards he caught a glimpse of violet blood on his glove. Shit, did he just break it?

The zebrafish troll roared, sclera tinted red in pure fury. 

“You fucking cunt! I’ll fucking kill you! I’ll-!”

He made an attempt to lunge, snarling animalistically as blood poured down his face, but was grabbed by one of the marshalls and forcibly held back. Sharle too, felt two firm hands grab onto his arms from behind to drag him backwards. Other marshalls manning this corner of the track similarly swarmed around the two drivers to prevent the fight from escalating.

“Alright, break it off, you two. Get off the track, and go straight to the Stewards’ Office.” A commanding voice called from behind the falcon troll, and Sharle knew at that moment he was in deep trouble.

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Within Aeon Racing’s garage, the team witnessed a replay of the confrontation on their television screens.

Ropikk screamed in horror at the impending PR disaster and covered her face. Mansel turned away, shaking his head as he suddenly felt a headache manifest. Jamie cackled like a madman, clearly enjoying the show. The pit crew and mechanics appeared to be evenly split between looking haunted by the amount of damage to the two cars and being wildly entertained by the slow-motion replays of Sharle’s fist connecting with Zraike’s nose.

At the pitwall, the twin race engineers stared at their screens, stone-faced with their fingers steepled in front of their mouths. As the camera crew zoomed in closely on the indigobloods’ faces for a perfect reaction to cut to on the public broadcast, the twin with a crooked horn on the left side cracked the slightest hint of a smirk.

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Dare to Love Me Ep 3-4 Making Behind

[Ep 2 ending: Yoonbok who puts an umbrella over Hongdo who is getting rained on] [The situation after that: 2 people bickering about the lone umbrella] 👩🏻I said hurry & use it 🐱It’s fine 👩🏻I’m more fine. i like getting rained on (x2). then what? [Hongdo who’s brighther than you imagined] 🐱I like it more. like this? [They’re surely talking about getting rained on, but why am I feeling excited…] 🐱Mhm. i don’t mind … 👩🏻You okay? 🐱Yes [Filming continues as it rains] 🐱How dare I step on teacher’s shadow [The best confucian boy of this generation… Shin Yoonbok] [Just when you thought he’s finally listening to Hongdo] (confucian stubbornness) [When Hongdo takes 1 step He takes two steps away] [With this, narration recording is in progress Only recording the lines but the two are acting out the actions] 👩🏻let's use it together 🐱it's fine 👩🏻🤨 🐱teacher! 👩🏻(joking) why!?

[Yoonbok x Hongdo Cart Bar Scene rehearsal site] 👩🏻But this, I’d be surprised as he fell and be like “he’s drunk” 🐱Do you slap me like this (so I could come to my senses)? 👩🏻You can’t hold your alcohol? hit [She came to hear out Yoonbok’s worries This time also, certainly separate] 👩🏻What’s the matter that you’re like this? 🐱Why does teacher treat me so nicely? Whenever I’m having a hard time, you’re always warm toward me. So, teacher is the person I want to become close to 👩🏻Yoonbok-ah! [Yoonbok who collapsed along with those words] 👩🏻Yoonbok-ah! 👤That fall was so real! [Yoonbok’s acting where he gave his whole body for] 👩🏻Yoonbok-ah…so you can’t hold your alcohol well [Lightweight Yoonbok’s drinking capacity is one glass 😂] 👩🏻Get up~ 🐱Eh, teacher why am i here (?) [Not really drunk] [Director’s job satisfaction is at the highest]

[Hongdo who brought drunk Yoonbok] 🐱I’m ok [Iron wall defense: Yoonbok’s trademark] 🐱🫷🏼I’m very much fine … 🐱Come toward me any time. As soon as you come, I’m going to do this [Always ready to go] [Filming starts] 🐱I’m ok 👩🏻You don’t look ok though 🐱I’m very much fine (Still iron-walled even when drunk) … 👩🏻Oh! Be careful [Though you can’t see it: almost tripped over each other] 👩🏻Are you ok, Yoonbok-ah? (Out of her mind) 🐱Oh! 👩🏻(Really surprised) 🐱Yes, I’m very much fine 👩🏻You don’t look ok 🐱🫷🏼 👤🤣 (a wreck) 👤Let’s do it once more 🐱I’m sorry … 🐱Teacher’s face…is orange…orange [Because the 2 were to close, it’s an NG] [Take 2 starts] 🐱Teacher’s face…is orange…orange [Cute drunk behavior of Yoonbok who went past his limit]

[One of the city tour stops: Hongdo who brought Yunbok to the arcade] [Before filming: A game with the director] (Yoonbok win!) [This time, with Hongdo!] 🐱You are doing good! 👩🏻I've never done this before [Shooting starts] [Yoonbok lost to a goal right away] 👩🏻Should we have another go?

[The game starts again for Yoonbok] [But the results are the same] … [Concentration MAX] (Please…) [The game started again with an earnest prayer] [Finally beat Hongdo] …. 🐱That was a real (facial) expression right now [A smile of victory that I couldn't hide] …

[4:54] The pump (it up) shoot continues [Barefoot fighting spirit: The vibes of a game master you can already feel] *inaudible what myungsoo actually said but it's related to hongdo doing this barefoot!* [Filming starts] [The final boss of the pump, Beethoven virus] (Eyes full of desire to win) [Hongdo, who seems to have forgotten that it's a shoot and Yoonbok, who is a stranger with the pump] [Unexpected knife choreography: Yoonbok who takes courage and tries to imitate Hongdo] [A bunch of arrows swarming like a tsunami] [The skills of the two people that are distinctly different (Those days and time that my body remembers)[Yoonbok who properly tries the pump (it up) after the filming]

[Yoonbok who is deeply into the sauna, where he came to after a long time]

🐱It’s been a while since I’ve been here. it’s warm & nice. Ah, it’s nice!! 🥰

[Filming starts] [It’s an unspoken rule to put your head on a towel shaped like a sheep’s head when you come to the sauna] (cute | adorable) 🐱You look good in it~ [Hongdo also put it on in a pretty way] [Trying to get it right on the rehearsal But Hongdo’s goes in with infinite attacks without stopping] crack 🐱😂 This is… 👩🏻Here 🐱For a moment, [I thought] is this right? [Filming starts] (attempting revenge) [Can’t dare to hit teacher’s head with an egg] 🐱(Let’s just do it on my head) 👩🏻hit it, & here~ [Hongdo’s skill where you can feel her experience] 🐱No, now that I’m doing stuff I’ve only seen in other works… it’s new, it’s new [Everything is filled with new things]

For the last part of Hongdo's scene, Myungsoo only appears to say "let's go~"

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Kendall had a lot of big things coming up including the Starlight Accolades and Bria’s birthday blowout (naturally).

So, she decided to have a little girl’s day with her favorite girl while Harry was at work.

First, they had breakfast together. Then, Bria played Kendall some tunes on the violin. Next, the girls (and Zander) head to the spa for some R&R.

What started out as a lovely time at the spa, ended quickly when the paparazzi showed up interrupting their girl time. Zander was able to hold them off for a little while to Kendall could get a massage. But, the intrusion was already too much.