#anyway. yeah this shot is cut from the version i'm watching

[deanpinterester]

it's really fun rewatching alien with more life experience bc the first time they cut the facehugger and its acid blood melts the floor, you can tell they just poured some acetone over a block of styrofoam painted grey. i love when filmmaking is simpler than you think

[jinxs-gf]

Can I? (kiss the hurt away)

YJ!Conner Kent x Spider!Reader

summary: you get hurt during a mission and Conner just wants to help. this finally brings you two together.

content/warnings: set in s1, lots of wounds, blood mentioned, awkward flirting…this was a shared prompt w my two besties, here’s my version! (I switched it up a bit), funny writing bc it’s from spider!reader’s perspective (mostly)

word count: 2.1k

a/n: FIRST CONNER FIC YAYAYYAYAYAY I hope people actually read for him lmaooo…enjoy!

There's a ringing in your ear for a while, your vision blurred. Just as you come out of it there's a voice—

"You okay?"

One you're very familiar with.

You slowly blink your eyes open. You're not sure what the hell your enemy just blasted you with, but it was enough to knock you out and make everything hurt. A lot.

"Uhh I think so?" Conner watched the white eyes of your mask blink, he could tell you were in fact, not okay.

He could see it from a distance, the distance he unknowingly made while fighting. He promised himself he'd stay close at all times when the team was in danger, when you could potentially get hurt. And look at you now. His ignorance to what was going on around him got you hurt.

At least that's what he told himself.

You swat his hands as he starts fussing over you, too disoriented to think about the action. Until you see his hurt face. He was only trying to help.

But Conner thinks, you were pushing him away, and rightfully so when he's the reason you're hurt in the first place.

"No no it's-" you heave a rugged sigh, your lungs feeling heavy. "I'm just out of it. Sorry. What was that guy packing in his gun anyways?"

Conner's reluctant in his assistance to you now, but you encourage him with a smile. He lifts you to your feet, securing an arm around your waist to ensure you wouldn't fall back down. You definitely weren't in a state to be walking and that's proven when your legs wobble and all your weight falls onto him. Something he doesn't mind and in a different situation would smile at.

But you hiss as his pulls you up, and he's brought back to reality.

"Thanks Con-man." Another smile for him and his shoulders relax.

"I have no idea what that man was packing in his gun. All I know is it hurt you...really badly. You were out the rest of the fight."

"I was?" A quick look around and sure enough, you were. The quietness of the area should've been a clear sign there was no longer a battle going on.

"Looks like I was." And suddenly the team is behind you. It's a miracle the rest of them avoided getting hurt the way you did (which was a little embarrassing considering your spider senses).

"You alright, Spidey?" Wally and Artemis ask at the same time, they glare at each other for it.

"Jinx. Artemis, you owe me a soda."

"I do not-" you cut them off, ending the argument before it could start.

"Yeah I'm alright." But the way you leaned heavily onto the SuperBoy and breathed unevenly told a different story. Although that was nothing new, was it? You somehow were constantly hanging off the boy one way or another (not literally...though you wish it was).

"Are you sure? We'll have you get checked back at headquarters," Kaldur speaks. You simply nod, too weak to really do much else.

Robin was looking worriedly, trying to hide it but you could see right through him. You shot him a smile.

While the team discussed what to do with the bad guy, you stayed with Conner. There was an awkward silence until he spoke up, having enough of your small hisses and puffs at his side.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, everything? I'm hurting everywhere," you were practically mumbling, fatigue evident with every word you spoke.

He huffs and places you on the floor again, carefully avoiding any rubble from the fight. Another pained hiss from you.

"Sorry sorry, I know," he's trying to figure out his next move. "I don't know how to make it better."

You shake your head, "that's alright Conner. You don't need to, you're not a doctor or anything."

And yet he looks guilty, like your wounds and the fact that he hasn't already done something to ease the pain was his fault. He eyed the arm you've been holding around your abdomen this whole time.

"You being here right now is enough. I promise. And this," you lift your arm finally, making a soft noise of pain in between, "it'll go down by tomorrow-"

"Shit! When did that happen?" His voice startles you, the sudden noise rattling your probably concussed brain. You finally look down to see blood dripping from a scratch in your suit.

"Shit. When did that happen? How..."

"I didn't realize it was that bad. I'm sorry."

"No Conner, it's okay-"

"Can I?"

"Huh?" And Conner is gesturing to your mask, your eyes widen.

"You're breathing too heavily for it to be comfortable. Please?" He wouldn't say part of it was because he needed to see your face to comfort him.

You nod.

He doesn't freak out when he takes it off, so that's a good sign.

"How do I look?" he doesn't answer for a few seconds, he's carefully observing your face it seems. You can't help but smile.

And he smiles back, "still beautiful as ever."

"Okay lover boy," you desperately wish the mask was on, if only to hide your timid expression. "You don't need to flatter me."

Conner clears his throat quickly, awkwardly. As if he didn't realize he said it out loud.

He really didn't mean to. But seeing how shy and...dare he say happy you looked after he said it, he thinks it wasn't such a bad thing.

"You have a few scratches. But you're still-"

"Beautiful as ever, yeah yeah I heard you," maybe he wasn't going to say it again, but you weren't going to risk it. You don't think you could take it if he said it. You'd probably do something stupid like kiss him—

He swallows thickly, still embarrassed. "We need to get you back," he goes to pick you up, only this time it's not so you can stand upright. No. He's preparing to carry you bridal style. Oh no. Now you really might kiss him (that is if you don't pass out within the next few seconds). "Can I carry you? I don't think you're in good enough shape to walk right now."

"Rude."

"No I didn't mean-"

You laugh, maybe a little meanly, you knew he wasn't good on certain social cues yet, making teasing him easy, "sorry- I know what you mean. Yeah it's...alright. You can totally carry me." Now you were beginning to feel awkward.

He picks you up easily. And you're starting to agree with him, you definitely weren't in any shape to walk if him lifting you was enough to make you dizzy.

You weren't kidding yourself when you said you'd pass out before you could kiss him.

Your head lays comfortably on his chest...right over his heart which happened to be beating like crazy.

Was that your doing? You really hope so.

He carries you a little behind the rest of the team, murmuring reassurances and praise. 'You did good back there.' 'You're gonna be okay, I'll make sure of it.' 'Stay close to me okay? I'll make it better.'

Bioship took you all back to Mount Justice, M'gann talking your ear off the whole time. Starting with worried rambles about how hurt you looked and fading into a new tv show she got into. One she wished her people on Mars could enjoy.

Usually you wouldn't mind it, but you could feel an oncoming headache the whole ride. You didn't have the heart to tell her to stop nor that you weren't really listening. Not feeling bad only because Wally seemed enthralled with her storytelling (suck up) and flirted here and there.

You were too busy focusing on your shadow anyways. Aka the SuperBoy who refused to leave your side and was quite literally on you the whole way. Between him, M'gann, and Wally's flirting with her (and Robin's occasional butting in to tease) you were surprised you didn't go insane on the ride back.

When you did get back, they told you it was bad (fatal for a normal person) but nothing you couldn't handle. Just a broken rib (unfortunately common for you) and a slight concussion. Great. Accompanied with bruises and the big gash on your abdomen. That weapon really did a number on you. Conner went off on the adults for saying it was "nothing you couldn't handle" because you were "on the brink of dying". Which is a bit dramatic, but having him be so protective over you was kind of nice...or whatever.

They suggested you took a break for a week and a half (a conclusion you came to after you'd negotiated with them for a good 5 minutes. because who do they think they were benching you—for good reason—for 2 weeks?!) should a mission come up within that time.

You sighed on the couch, everyone was either in their rooms or went home for the day. They said their goodbyes and wished you well, to which you replied 'pfft I'll be better by tomorrow. just watch.' It would be really embarrassing if you weren't better by tomorrow...you unfortunately bet money on it. Stupid.

"You okay?"

"A little better now. Thanks for taking care of me."

"I wish I could've done more...I said I would but all I did was sit back and watch everyone else take care of you." This was clearly eating at him, although it's a wonder why.

Nothing about the situation was his fault nor should he feel guilty about "not doing enough."

"Conner, I told you it's alright and that you being there for me was enough. And I meant every word."

He sits with you, thigh to thigh with his head in his hands.

You pat his shoulder, "it's alright big guy. I'm okay, I'll be fully recovered soon."

"Not soon enough."

You sigh, he could be really stubborn sometimes. Frustratingly so.

"Con, please. Look at me?" He listens. And you regret asking him. You hate the look in his eyes, or rather you hate the way it makes you feel. Another case of you're going to kiss him if he keeps this up.

How could such a big, stubborn, and (apparently) non-affectionate guy have the biggest puppy eyes? Ones that have you melting.

His face is now in your palms. With the way he's looking at you, surely he wouldn't mind if you gave in and...kissed him, right?

"Can I kiss you?"

He's stunned for a moment before finally speaking up, "isn't it obvious that I want you to?"

You both share shy smiles thinking, finally.

You lean in, hands still cupping his face, his now doing the same.

Although the kiss was a little awkward, the two of you not exactly experienced in that department (him coming out of a literal tube only months ago), as well as a little...messy—it was everything you could've wanted in your first kiss with him. A kiss that was going to be the start of the two of you. SuperBoy and the Spider. You hated how warm the thought made you.

You were practically radiating giddiness, Conner could feel it. He pulled away still smiling, "I've wanted to do that for a really long time now."

"Me too. You know what also was great about that? You kissed my ouchies away. I'm all better now."

"Ouchies? What are we, five?"

There's silence, not of awkwardness, but from two of you reeling from the kiss, processing the fact that it was real.

"I don't want to be the one to break this up but...we should really get to bed. With your concussion and training being early tomorrow..."

"Yeah, of course," the giddiness hasn't left, "would you uh...want to come? With me? To bed."

"Gee Spider, at least take me to dinner first."

"Oh, so he's got jokes now?"

"Only for you, babe."

"Ew, you sound like Wally."

"Ouch? Don't insult me like that," but he doesn't look offended in the slightest. There's probably the biggest smile you've seen on his face, ever.

Safe to say it was not fun explaining why Conner was in your bed the next morning, trying to convince everyone it was purely innocent.

Batman was disappointed, reminding you that you needed to wait until you were healed before you did anything physical. Haha. Very funny.

And the team snapped pictures that they would definitely use against Conner (seeing as he was the more...emotionally constipated and reluctantly affectionate one).

But you honestly couldn't be happier. And neither could he.

does it seem a bit rushed at the end? unfortunately

do I have the patience to fix it? no

hope you enjoyed :D

[holyfruitsnax]

Us Cowpokes, We Take It As It Comes

A/N: So this all started based on a little tidbit I saw today about a silly little southern rule that sparked my interest RIGHT away. Wear the hat, Ride the cowboy. (May do a ghoulish version of something like this as well) Anyways, I'm terrible but we're all here so...Enjoy....

Pairing: PreWar!Cooper Howard x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Ummmm smut! PnV, Foul language obviously, sexual themes, minor DNI!!!, 18+ Darlin', Workplace relations, Cooper Howard bro.

Dark worn boots beat a steady path against hard oak floors, every head in the saloon turning from the armed gunman to lay eyes on their hometown hero. "Cooper!" My voice cried out, throwing an outstretched arm towards the cowboy. The gunman laughed balling my hair tighter behind my head making me hiss "Cooper Howard in the flesh!" his voice rang through the silent bar. "To whom do I owe the pleasure of meeting you?...Couldn't be this little thing here could it? Hmm?" A dark brow raising as Cooper took in the bearded man. "No, no Mr. Palo...Y'see I've been after you since Amarillo....and as for the girl?" Cooper's hand stealthily moved to his hip to draw his pistol. Palo's eyes snapped to his holster, his hands releasing my head to grab his own gun. A piercing shot rang through the wooden building as people shouted and hid while Palo's body fell behind my form with a thud, a race he'd never have won.

"She's spoken for." Cooper took easy strides towards me, brows furrowed in concern as his gloved hand met my forearm to tug my body against his side. "They'll...They'll come after you next, mark my words Howard!" Palo coughed, his hand moved for his gun in his final breaths making Cooper's trigger finger pull one last time. My eyes squinted shut, arms pulling myself closer to Cooper's body with a gasp only opening again as the bar music began to play. "Is- is it over Mr. Howard?" I gazed up at Cooper with wide eyes, his own relaxed gaze staring back at me as he pulled me out of the saloon. "No darlin' I'm afraid not..." His voice low as he spoke to me, left hand pulling his glove off the other. "So he's honest when he says more of his men will come!" I breathed watching Cooper's fingers catch in his mouth, a loud whistle calling his horse, Sugarfoot. "Maybe so, I say let them come." His confidence radiating through his stark smile, turning to ready his horse for our long ride.

"Um...Mr. Howard?..." I coyly grinned tugging on the back of his blue button down. "Why yes? Miss Carlisle?" Cooper turned to meet my ask, my hand moving up to remove his hat bringing him closer. "I could've sworn, I heard you say I was spoken for in there." For once the cowboy faltered as we met face to face, his adams apple bobbed with a swallow. The humble cowboy nodded, "I guess I did." hazel eyes finding the ground for a moment. My head tilted ever so slight to close the distance between our lips, a nervous hand found the space between my shoulder blades while the other cupped my cheek. Cooper pulled away keeping me close, "Let's get a move on darlin'." His show stopping grin catching the lens once again.

"CUT! Beautiful work everybody!" The director clapped along with some of the camera crew. Cooper's head ducked in a modest bow, hand moving up to wave off the praise while I gleamed a smile placing his cowboy hat atop my head. "Thank you- oh ah thank you!" His voice carried around set as everyone mingled. "You know Cooper, I am so glad you decided to take up my offer on revamping an old project...I know everything's been a little downhill since the uh- Divorce- but, I really think this is going to be good for your career!" Our director insisted, shaking Cooper's hand. "Yeah, I'm just glad to be back at it! It's easier having a job in the city so I can stop in and see Janey after work...and ah-" Cooper's eyes drifted over to my face, a laugh rattling out of me as I spoke to one of our costume directors, cowboy hat still on my head. "Hey can I uh, can we chat later?" though it was an ask Cooper began to walk away from our rambling director after noticing me make my way towards the dressing rooms.

"And where do you think you're going?" Cooper called after me with a sly grin, fingers pointed up like a gun. I turned towards the older man, his gesture pulling a soft laugh from me "Oh, I'm sorry sheriff, I was just gonna mosey on along to my dressing room if that's alright with you?" I teased with a heavy southern accent as Cooper came closer. "Why no, It's not. See, you seem to have something of mine." His lips closed into a smug smirk giving the cowboy hat a flick. "Oh! So sorry Mr. Howard, I swear I wasn't stealing." I joked going to remove the old hat from my head, yet hands placed themselves over mine. "Now normally, I'd shoot you where you're standing." Cooper started again, finger gun pressed to my breasts, "But, for you I may have to make an exception." His body bent ever so slight, eyes boring into my own. "Mmmm and why is that?" My heart raced beneath his middle and pointer finger. "Cause it does look good on you...and I can't fault you that." Cooper winked, straightening his posture back out, fingers moving away from my chest to find my back.

"I don't suppose anyone's ever mentioned the cowboy hat rule to you? Hmm darlin'?" A dark brow lifted over Cooper's eyes while he guided me down the hall. "There's a rule for hats?" I asked with a tilt of my head making Cooper chuckle. "Mmmmhmmm. Wear the hat. Ride the cowboy." He teased, the sentence fell from his lips with a click behind his teeth. My eyes blew wide, brows knitting together as I collected his words, a hand placing itself against the door to none other than Cooper Howards dressing room. "Oh I seeeee." My lip pulled between my teeth, I turned to face Cooper again with my hands raised in surrender seeing his 'gun' back up with a mischievous grin. "Oh please Mr. Howard! It was an honest mistake really, I could make it up to you...If you had any suggestions?" I closed my eyes in feigned fear, sliding one open to watch Cooper look back and forth before capturing my raised wrists in on hand, his firm body pushing me flush against the door.

"The only thing I can think of darlin'...Is that rules are rules...and as a sheriff it'd be wrong if I went around breaking them. How would that look?" Cooper's brows lifted in innocence as the handle popped open for he and I to back inside of the secluded room. "Oh, well we wouldn't want that." I nodded watching him nudge the door shut, and in a moment he was on me again with a needy kiss. Thick fingers tugged at the buttons of my costume pulling the white blouse I wore open so his lips could ghost across the soft skin of my chest. "I'd really like it." Cooper's lips planted a trail as he spoke "If you took all this off for me." He gestured over my side with one hand, my shirt falling to the floor.

So I did just that, stripping the old western get up off my body, leaving me naked before the older man. Cooper's face dipped low to nip and suck at my skin as clothing fell from it his hands pressing on either side of my chest to push my flesh together, releasing to watch the soft bounce of my tits as he let out a satisfied groan. "Is there, anything else you'd like?" My voice soft and breathy, one hand combing back dark hair while the other palmed him through pinstriped slacks as Cooper explored. Hazel eyes eclipsed by dark blown pupils as I met Cooper's gaze again, his warmth retreating with fluid steps towards his couch removing his belt in one swift movement letting the leather fall with a thud, wide dominant thighs spread as fingers coaxed me closer. Cooper's hands gripped my hips placing a kiss to my sternum "I just want you." his head falling against the back of the velvet sofa to grin up at me.

My knees hit the floor beneath me finding my place between Cooper's thighs with a nod "How bad exactly?" my fingers tugging open his zipper to tug his dick free, hand stroking him slowly. "I- oh so bad darlin' been needing you allll day." He gulped watching my lips ghost over the tip of his dick, tongue smoothing over him before dipping low to take his length into my mouth. A breathy moan left Cooper while I worked him with my mouth, delicately massaging his balls. "Ahh that's, that's it." He praised finding the back of my head to guide my movements as I bobbed and sucked, plush bottom lip pulled harsh between white teeth. "There's- whoo baby hol' on." Cooper's tongue darted out to soothe his lip, accent thick as he pulled me off his cock. "Remember what you started now." Cooper tugged my hips over his own forcing my legs to straddle him. I let my hands run along the damp skin of his firm chest, hips rolling to grind my wet core against Cooper's dick making us both sigh.

"I want you to ride me- Think you can handle that cowpoke?" Cooper's lips traced my jaw, rough fingers circling my clit pulling a moan from my chest. Lips finding their place together as I eased myself down onto Cooper, his jaw going slack once our bodies pushed flush against one another. Mumbles of perfection and disbelief fell from Cooper like a waterfall, his hands gripping at my thighs. The stars chest heaved as I began to bounced and roll my hips against him, my lips leaving hot kisses along the sensitive skin of his throat with a moan. A hiss pushed between Cooper's teeth, his hips bucking to meet my own slower movements making me grin.

"What are you...playing at baby." Cooper cocked his head, drawing out a moan as he spoke, arm looping around my waist to pull me closer. "You said you wanted me to ride you- that's what I'm gonna do." My words came out in a deep whine while my movements grew bold forcing Cooper's hips to still, a hand gripping at the loose fabric of his unbuttoned shirt. I began to grind my hips down against him, tongue sliding past Cooper's lips with a groan. The sound of wet skin and heavy breaths filled the dressing room as I rode Cooper. Before long he was panting and twitching beneath me, something snapping within the man as he opened his eyes and watched my body bounce against his.

In a flash my body was bent over the arm of the couch, legs pushed wide so Cooper could slot himself back into my cunt from behind. The loud moan I gave brought back Cooper's smile as he fucked into me, hands digging at my sides, hips and ass "Hold on baby I'm- I'm almost there." He moaned watching his dick disappear inside of me with each thrust. "Cooper I'm gonna-" I whined pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts causing him to growl. "Go head darlin', come on give me what you got." Cooper licked his lips, groaning as I came around him, walls quivering and clenching. His hips continued rolling my orgasm through me until I felt warm thick ropes fill me and run down my inner thigh.

Cooper fell heavy against my back with a satisfied hum, hands massaging my skin as he peppered kisses along my spine. Pulling out of me he'd wandered away for a moment to find something to clean me up with. When he returned I laid across the smooth velvet catching my breath. "Now that's a sight." He chuckled kneeling between my legs to clean his mess, cowboy hat long forgotten on the floor next to us along with the scuff marks the couch legs had left. "Well, you know us cowpokes." I shrugged making Cooper glance up at me with a raised brow. "We take it as it comes." I giggled letting my head fall back while Cooper shook his head tossing his towel aside with a smile.

[ihavethedreamies]

Pool Boy (3) | Soobin

Choi Soobin - TXT

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.4k >_>

Pairing: Soobin x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Porn with very little Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Unspecified, he calls her Noona), Pet Names (Sweet, Noona, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! and M! Receiving), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Spanking, Big Dick! Soobin, Cockbulge (slightly), Semi-Public Sex (at work but no one else is there), Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)

Summary: Soobin finds you cleaning the bathroom after everyone leaves the pool at night then utterly destroys you in the best way possible.

Author's Note: This originally was going to be part of a really long series with a lot of plot, but it was taking too long and I was putting too much plot, more than I had initially planned. Because of that, I cut nearly all plot out and it's still four-thousands words of just fucking so…

Also…this was a dream I had…This whole series has been somewhat, but this is the only part that is straight from the dream, the others I got more specific because I don't remember the details as well as this.

Disclaimer: I do have the whole cock-bulge thing in this. I understand this could be a bit offensive to some who are on the heavier side (I am in that group as well). Sorry if this doesn't align with your body type, this is just a work of fiction.

None of the parts are reliant on the others, there is just a version for each boy.

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"Hey, why don't you come hang out with us?" A girl came up to Soobin where he sat at the bar. She placed her hand on his shoulder, and you noticed he stiffened, and you watched closely what she did next.

"No, sorry, I'm working." He tried to shrug her hand off, but she just wrapped both around his bicep instead.

"You don't have to drink~" You glared at where she was holding him. You had no right really to be jealous, you two were just friends who flirted…a lot.

"I would really rather not." He was being polite, but you could see he was uncomfortable.

"Please?" She cooed, batting her eyelashes and you rolled your eyes. She caught it and scoffed.

"You should get that cough checked out." You shot at her, and Soobin turned his head to cover his smirk. She sneered harder and you could tell she thought she was prettier than you just because her tits were nearly popping out of her bikini top, and she had her hair dyed blonde.

"What, you aren't his girlfriend." The girl mocked, like she would know that anyway.

"Why do you think that?"

"One of you would have said something."

"Well, unfortunately for you, tonight I get to get railed by him and you don't." you whispered to her, and she huffed in disbelief, offended.

"Oh yeah, you really think I believe that?" You weren't sure if Soobin had heard your comment to her or not.

"She's not my girlfriend, but that's just for now." Soobin gave you a look, much more fire there than you had seen in his eyes before. This tipped her over the edge, and she stormed away. You were left to yourselves that time and you both chuckled.

"I get to rail you, huh?" His voice was confident, and his stare was sharp, it made your cunt pulse.

"Oh, I uh…" You gave him a coquettish look.

"If I get permission." He smirked and you huffed.

You continued to run the drink bar and Soobin had come around to help at the snack bar and so you weren't able to continue flirting much. As it was getting to be time for people to leave, you heard a loud engine coming and saw a bus come to pick up the group renting the pool that night.

"Did anyone throw up?" you asked a girl as she slumped into a chair at the bar.

"No, thank the Lord. Do we have to clean?"

"Not really. I'll check stuff over, but the professional cleaners come every Sunday, so they can do it." you told her, and she sighed in relief. The rest of the workers did some basic cleanup, and you went to check the restrooms. They were surprisingly clean, and you were told the boys’ was clean as well. That was even more shocking, but you were grateful. The only thing you had noticed was in one of the private solo bathrooms, there was some blood in the sink. Now that you saw it you remembered seeing a girl had gotten a nosebleed, so you assumed that was the cause. Heading back into the shelter, you went to the back room to get some cleaner and waved as most of the employees left for the night. As you were cleaning, you left the door propped open and you heard someone in the distance.

"I think she is cleaning in one of the bathrooms!" They answered another's question and then you heard then louder as they passed the door.

"She's in this one!" A guy shouted and then you heard the gate open and close as he left. You assumed he was talking to Soobin since he was the last one to leave. Not paying too much attention as you scrubbed and disinfected, the door slid all the way open and you heard the wooden door stop scramble across the tiled floor, the door then thumping shut. Out of your periphery you saw Soobin come up behind you in the mirror. You were curious what he was going to do. You slowed your task down to give him more time and you glanced up, eyes meeting through the reflection.

"What can I do?" he asked, and you knew he wasn't trying to help clean.

"How about whatever you want, and I'll stop you if I don't agree?" You suggested turning the faucet on so you could rinse out the magic sponge you were using. Soobin huffed in amusement, "Hope you can keep up. I don't get tired easily…" and you furrowed your brow when he slinked out of sight behind you.

You caught yourself on the counter in shock when you felt his big hands on your hips, his thumbs hooking into your belt loops.

"S-Soobin?"

"This okay?"

"Y-yes." You weren’t sure what he was planning but you had an idea. Since your shorts were so tight and it was so hot, you had foregone any underwear that day.

"You smell good, noona." He muttered and you yelped when he buried his face into your denim covered cunt. You sighed when his tongue ran over the fabric and you were sure that despite the thick material, you were probably soaking through it. Then, something hit you. Yes you had showered after, but…

"S-Soobin, I uh…" You heard him shuffle on the floor and he kissed your lower back above the hem of your shorts, your top had risen up as you leaned forward.

"Wearing panties?" He guessed; his tone amused.

"No…just shorts. It's because it's hot and they're tight-!"

"They're coming off." he announced and reached around to unbutton your jeans, his nose burying back into your cunt. You whimpered as he removed your shorts, and he sat back so he could pull them off your legs and you slipped your sandals off as well.

"So wet, sweet girl." Soobin cooed, his thumb stroking through your folds.

"Soobin~" You keened, your fingers trying to dig into the hard countertop. You heard him chuckle and his other thumb came up as well and he spread your pussy open. Your face heated, embarrassed to be stared at like that. Your hips bumped into the counter hard when you jolted forward, his tongue had flicked at your clit. Soobin groaned and licked up from your still swollen clit to your quivering entrance and went to town. His tongue was long like the rest of him, and it went way farther into your cunt that you thought it would. You whined; his pace didn't allow you a second of reprieve.

"Ah!" You yelped, slamming your hand over your mouth when the noise echoed around the restroom. You knew that no one else was there, but it was still loud. His arms had wrapped around your thighs, holding your soaking cunt to his face as he drank from you. Grateful for his arms, your legs weakened and quivered from his actions. Your moans increased in pitch as your orgasm got closer and you fell over the edge as he filled you with his long finger and sucked hard on your clit.

"Fuck~!" You moaned long and high as you came, and he sucked up every drop that fell from your cunt. When your walls had stopped clenching his finger, he finally pulled away and you slumped onto your arms on the counter, gasping for breath. You watched him in the mirror as he stood, licking your juices from his fingers like it was ice cream that had dripped onto his hand.

"You are so fucking delicious." He murmured low and you gaped at him over your shoulder. As you recovered, you watched with rapt attention as he removed his gray striped t-shirt and let it fall to the floor. He was beautiful. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. When you got to his red trunks, you saw the tent his hard on was setting and you nearly choked. He was hung like a horse, his friends were right, and you still hadn't seen his dick out yet. Time slowed down, and your mouth watered as you watched him finally remove his last garment.

"Oh, my, god." You moaned and he huffed, a smug look on his face.

"Wanna taste?" he asked, and you nodded aggressively. He tilted his head, and you scrambled off the counter and onto your knees in front of him. Soobin thought you looked like a puppy begging for a treat.

"Well, come here then." He stroked his big hand over his big cock, and you scooched forward on your knees over the cool tile. With a whine, you licked the drop of precum from his tip and you whimpered, taking the head in your mouth. He sighed at the feeling and your jaw hurt from the stretch, but GAWD was it worth it. As you took him in deeper, he wasn't even halfway in your mouth when he hit the back of your mouth. Swallowing a few times, you took him deeper, and his rumbling groan echoed off the tile walls. After his whole cock was buried in your throat, you gagged a few times despite your practiced control. He was going to split you in half. Beginning to move your head, you wrapped your hand around the base so you could stroke over the part of him your mouth couldn't hold. Every so often, you would swallow and let him cut your air off, your nose hitting his pelvis. The feeling of your breathing being restricted made your head swim for several reasons and as you sucked and licked over him, drool splattered on the floor and down your face. You looked like an absolute mess, and it was driving him nuts. In your head you marveled at the fact that he was lasting so long. If his stamina was already to this extent, you were in for a long night. It was to the point that your arm was getting tired from holding it up and your neck hurt too. You shot him a look, and he grunted at that, and you felt his cock finally twitch.

"What is it, sweet girl? Want me to take over?" He stroked your hair and you nodded, his cock still sitting in your mouth.

"Okay, sweet." He straightened up from where he was leaning back into the wall, and you let your arm fall so you could steady yourself on the floor. Your pussy clenched around nothing, and his long fingers dug into your hair at the top of your braid.

"Hit my leg if you need me to stop. I'll go deep every five thrusts, 'kay?" He informed you and you nodded. Was he planning this, thinking over how to do it? Fuck…

Preparing, you inhaled deeply through your nose, and he snapped his hips. The fat head hitting the back your mouth made you gag, but your eyes rolled back as you closed them, reveling in the sensation. True to his word, he filled your throat every five thrusts then kept going. Your breathing was harsh, not only trying to take in enough air, but also getting extremely turned on. Your bare cunt was sliding over the puddle you were leaving on the tile, the cold friction was getting you close.

"Fuck, (Y/N), I'm gonna cum," He whined, and you moaned in response, and he made a choking sound.

"Shit." He gasped, throwing his head back and he pressed on your head, so he was all the way in your mouth and came. You swallowed, gagging slightly, it felt like his cock was a hose with how much hot, sticky cum he was pumping down your throat. Tears slipped down your cheeks, your vision blurring from lack of air, but your pussy was throbbing. Waves of pleasure crashed through you as you came all over the floor. Finally, as you were getting lightheaded, he finally let your head go and pulled out, and you sucked in air harshly, a trail of drool and cum leaking down your face and onto your shirt. You thought at least his cock would have softened some, but no, he was still standing proud before you, the same mix on your face dripping off his cock. You swallowed one more time to get the rest down and he panted as you took your shirt off, then your bra, finally fully naked.

"You'll have to clean the floor," He smirked, nodding at the puddle you left as you stood up. You wobbled some and he reached forward to steady you and he led you closer to him and he smiled down at you.

"You did so good, sweet girl." He nuzzled the top of your head, and you took the chance to run your fingers over his bare torso. Soobin's cock pressed against your stomach and you both moaned softly as you peered up at him with wide eyes.

"Where you wanna fuck me, Binnie?" Your voice wavered, higher than normal and with a slight whine to it. He wondered how far gone you were, how cock drunk, and how much farther you would go. He didn't particularly want to fuck you in the bathroom, he wasn't sure where to do so though. The thought of doing it on one of the lounge chairs around the pool sounded nice, but risky. The fence surrounding the pool was tall but more or less open for everyone to see, even at the late hour. There was the couch in the back office, but that would be hard to clean…Then he got an idea.

"Come with me." He grabbed your hand to lead you, and he peered around the doorway of the bathroom to make sure no one would see as you passed the entrance gate. You both dashed into the shelter, and he told you to stand and wait while he grabbed some towels from the shelves. He laid five of them down over each other to make a much softer surface and it would make cleaning up easier as well.

"Over here, sweet." He motioned you over and he softly pulled you down to him and he sat on the towels letting you sit on his lap, straddling him. Soobin's cock nestled against your ass, your hands on his shoulders, and you were eye level with him like this. He placed a quick kiss on your lips, and you realized he hadn't kissed you yet. Whining, you brought his lips back to yours and it instantly got deeper as your tongues met. Pulling back shortly for air, you both dipped back in, and his hands went to your hips to maneuver you. He had you prop yourself up higher, the head of his cock nestled into your dripping folds.

"Ready?" He asked and you nodded, your kisses moving from his mouth to his jaw and down his neck. He pressed on your waist, and you started to sink down on him, and you gasped. He sure was going to split you in half. You threw your head back at the sensation, despite cumming twice and dripping like a faucet, the stretch burned.

"Breathe." He coached you, helping you take more even breaths as he filled you. Finally, his cock bumped your cervix, but there was still nearly an inch of him left. You wanted him in you completely, feel his groin touch your clit.

"M-more." You keened and he grunted, wrapping his arms around you to hold you in place. Your breath hitched each time he pulled out slightly, each thrust getting him deeper just a bit more till he was completely inside. You quivered, your cunt around his dick and your body in his arms. You yelped, clenching him when his hand went to and pressed on your lower stomach. He smirked and you looked down at yourself to see a faint rounded outline under your belly button.

"You took me so well, sweet girl." He whispered in your ear, and you shivered again, his tongue running up the side of your throat and to your ear lobe where he sucked on your earring. In that position, you really didn't have the strength to move, the pleasure too intense for your mind to function too.

"I'll help you, sweet." He assured you and you whimpered when he laid down, so his back was on the towels. He had you place your hands on his knees bent up behind you for leverage, then he shuffled some and gave you a look. You nodded and his hips jumped, thrusting him even deeper and you gasped. He watched in wonder as your head was thrown back, hair dangling down your back, chest heaving. Using his hips and arms to move you, he fucked up into you hard and you felt your orgasm already approaching. If you thought his tongue had wrecked you, his cock was worse. He wasn't rough, but his cock was just that big. What the hell had he been fed? Next time you would have to give Soobin his own day, you were already kind of tired from working, now Soobin was blowing your back out on the floor. It got to the point where you were struggling to keep your volume controlled. Your whines and moans were getting louder, too loud. His hips stopped and you nearly squealed, but he rolled you both over, so he was on top, your legs hitched up over his hips. Leaning forward over you, so tall his collarbone was at your nose, he had grabbed a smaller towel that had fallen when he grabbed the bigger one. Rolling it up quick, he gave short thrusts, and had you open your mouth and he put the towel in to keep you quiet.

"Next time, we need to go somewhere where you can scream, but not here." He muttered and you whined around the terrycloth, but you agreed. You never used to have trouble keeping quiet during sex, but your mind was gone, your self-control gone. After your mouth was handled, his hands pressed on your thighs to open your legs spread eagle, then he snapped his hips hard, and you came again. Your cunt clenched him so tight, he had to slow down to maintain his rhythm, helping you ride it out. Your poor clit was burning from overstimulation, your gummy walls fluttering still around him. Soobin groaned, adjusting your legs again to get you into a mating press. His big hands surrounded your lower thighs, and you were grateful for your flexibility as he easily forced your knees to your ears. He watched your head flop to the side, your eyes unfocused, mouth clenched on the towel, drool soaking in, tears flowing over your cheeks and sweat down your brow. You were ruined and he reveled in it. Yes, you had been railed before, but they hadn't fucked you stupid, not like he was. There were no thoughts behind your eyes, and you couldn't even form your mouth to say his name, let alone anything else.

"You like my cock, huh?" You nodded in response.

"Want me to fill you back up? Pump you full?" You let out a long pitchy moan.

"You’re such a little slut for me, sweet. Just for me? Only for me…" He groaned low as your pussy clenched him even tighter. His fingers buried into the flesh of your thighs, and you were worried he would leave bruises. Oh well, you owned a pair of capris.

"Want it, yeah?" Soobin grunted, his thrusts growing even harsher, but less consistent. If he came inside of you as much as he did down your throat…

"Fuck!" He grunted and your stomach got hot, the force of his cum coating your insides knocked you over the edge once again. The towel was a Godsend because you might have bitten your tongue otherwise, your head thrown back, nails digging into the towels.

"Fuck, sweet girl~" He whined, still filling you, drops of white slipping down your ass and onto the towel. You slumped, boneless, the towel falling out of your mouth and rolling away till it lay flat. As your mind's haziness started to fade, you cunt fluttered…he was still half hard.

"What the fuck?" You gasped to yourself, trying to process the reality of the situation. You blinked, trying to find your way back to the current realm of existence, he let your legs down so they could rest at his sides.

"Noona? You too tired?" His voice was tinted with worry, but he really, really hoped you said no. You shook your head in the negative and he sighed.

"Let me turn over." Your voice was scratchy, but he acquiesced, pulling out. When he did, globs of cum dripped out of you, the sensation was weird. To him, the sight was extremely arousing, and his cock was at full mast again. You rolled over onto your stomach, letting your ass prop up into the air. Soobin exhaled harshly and his giant cock pressed to your pussy once again and he slipped in easily. You grabbed the small towel from your side and bit down on it to quiet your own noises, his pace immediately was relentless. Soobin pulled his cock nearly all the way out, only his head being swallowed by your soaking folds before he buried deep again. Even though he was in your cunt and not your throat, each thrust made you feel like you couldn't breathe and what looked like sparkles dotted your vision.

"Ah, fuck!" You spat the towel out when he landed his hand on your ass, the skin erupting like fire. There was a bright red spot on your cheek in the shape of his hand. The way you pulsed around him at this made him smirk, and he changed his pace to deep but hard thrusts, battering your cervix. His other hand smacked the other side, and you shoved the towel back in your mouth so you could scream. How the fuck were you going to get home? You were probably going to have to call your roommate.

"Oh, you’re so good for me, sweet." He praised and this made you sob with pleasure.

"S-S-Soobin!" You managed to get his name out and he reveled in the broken syllables leaving your drool covered lips. Another spank landed on your ass, in a different spot this time, leaving another red welt in its wake. The sound echoed through the shelter and your skin burned after a good six or seven swats.

"Okay, (Y/N), noona, I'm going to come again, 'kay? On your back…" He groaned and with a last spank, you came, and he took the chance to pull out. After a few strokes, his hot cum splashed over the red skin on your ass, so hot it felt scalding. Your eyes closed, tears flowing down and over your nose to land on the towel under your face. Finally, finally, his cock was softening, still covered in a mix of your essences. You were a mess and he wanted you no other way. While Taehyun might have had a more dominating personality, Soobin was more devious it seemed. He loved you beneath him, utterly spent. You slipped in and out of consciousness as you heard him moving around the shelter. When he came back to you and lifted you up to kneeling, you whimpered, and he shushed you.

"It’s okay, noona, let’s get cleaned up." He held you like a princess, kissing your forehead. He was still just as naked, and he entered the back office you had left open and went into the bathroom there. He let you down softly, still holding you upright as he turned the shower on. He only made it warm, you both needed to cool down and he helped you rinse his seed off your skin. He cooed at the red marks as you leaned against the cold tile, still panting. You barely registered as he got you out of the shower and even dressed and you laid down on the couch in the office as he brought you your bag and phone. There was only one notification on your phone, and he saw the time was nearly 11 pm. He winced, grabbing his own phone, and sending the guys a quick message as you wearily looked at your own.

"You good, fam?" Your roommate had messaged you and you shot her a quick positive and debated whether to have her come get you or not. Shifting a bit to try and sit up, your entire body protested and so you caved and called her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes…I need you to come pick me up." You mumbled and you heard some shuffling on the other line.

"Are. You. Okay?"

"YES. I just…can't walk…or sit." You told her and she laughed so hard you had to pull your phone away from your ear.

"Okay, shit, that's great. I'll get an Uber and drive your car back." She hung up and your arm flopped back down, your cell face down on your stomach.

"Sorry." Soobin mumbled next to you, sitting on the floor next to the couch.

"Don't. That was…" You sighed and he laughed.

"You warned me of your stamina but that was insane." You huffed and he laughed again. You began to drift off, and he reached up, brushing some stray hairs from your face and stroking your still red cheek with the back of his finger.

"(Y/N)!" A voice he didn't recognize called out and he went to open the gate for your roommate and let her into the shelter. She barely glanced at him till she saw you lying on the couch, then turned to him. She balked, eyes wide and looked him up and down.

"Shit…" She swore and then went to you and shook you.

"You need help out to the car?" she asked, and you grunted a yes. Your roommate turned to Soobin, and he went to you. You lifted your arms up like a child and he chuckled, lifting you into his arms once again and followed your roommate out to the car. She grabbed your bag and his and made sure the lights were turned off and locked as you left. She had worked there with you in the past and so knew what to do. You rested your head on his shoulder as he carried you across the parking lot and helped you sit in the passenger seat. You winced as your sore skin touched the seat and he apologized. He kissed your forehead, which made you whimper, and he shut the door. Your roommate waved to him, and she pulled out before he started to walk back to campus.

"Holy crap." She muttered and you let out a tired laugh.

"Yes."

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Could we please please PLEASE get a part two of “Happiness is a Butterfly” ? It’s so heartbreaking!!🥺🥺🥺poor reader!!

Hi lovely, I'm pleased to hear you enjoyed the fic enough to want more! I hadn't planned on writing a second part, but as I stopped to consider it, my mind went wild with possibilities if Johnny found out the reader didn't follow his instructions. If you're curious how he reacted to the news she kept the baby, you can read it under the cut. Warnings: This is a very dark version of Johnny and it's def OOC so don't come for me!! I explored another side of him here that even scares me. Threats of violence!!

As Johnny's best friend Brucie kept watch for him those first few months, his eyes and ears trained on you to be sure you didn't do something stupid like approach Betty in the market or outside the girls' school. He soon realized it was a waste of time because you didn't have a vengeful bone in your body. You resumed a quiet, and somewhat lonely, life on the other side of town almost immediately. However, the more he followed you, noticing a routine of doctor's visits and frequent stops in the children's boutique downtown, he came to a damning conclusion. You were still pregnant.

Though Johnny seemed keen to know about this detail of your life so he could ensure you did as he asked, something always stopped Brucie from confiding it, his benevolent nature outweighing his loyalty. Who was he to say you didn't deserve to keep your child? And you'd asked nothing in return so far as he could tell, cutting ties with Johnny and the Vandals. So against his better judgement he returned home for good to keep your secret.

It was a decision he would come to regret as he sat waiting for the January meeting to begin, passing Gail a beer as she chatted idly with Johnny. The words seemed frozen on her lips even as she uttered them, Brucie's jaw going slack at the mention of your name. "Yeah, the kid's big as a house! Who woulda thought she'd be havin' a little one so soon, huh?"

Johnny's face hardened into an unreadable mask, careful not to show any outward signs of shock or surprise. However, Brucie knew his friend well enough to recognize the silent rage building behind his eyes. His pursed lips turned to an insincere smile as he stroked his beard thoughtfully. "So who's the lucky guy?" he prodded, looking between Brucie and Gail.

The tightness in Brucie's chest grew until he could no longer stand it, reaching for a cigarette to distract himself with some small measure of comfort. Corky and Wahoo played a game of pool in the corner, the harsh clack of breaking pool balls punctuating the silence as they began circling the table to line up the next shot.

Gail shrugged, "Some no account she was seein' over the summer. I don't remember anybody comin' around though, do you?" she asked casually before adding, "Anyway, he ain't gonna help. Sad, huh?" Swiveling in her chair, she turned to her husband. "Brucie, honey, that reminds me. I promised her you'd go over and shovel the stairs. They're covered in snow and ice."

"Sure," he replied with a slow exhale of smoke, accepting the kiss she placed on his cheek as she excused herself from the table.

Johnny took a moment to light a cigarette as he waited for Gail to walk out of earshot, eventually ducking his head in quiet conference. "You know Betty's cousin took a bad fall this time last year. It's a real shame when accidents happen, ain't it?" he mused, eyes roving over Brucie's to be sure he understood.

Brow knit with concern over the implication, Brucie shook his head against the idea, "Don't do this, you're not thinkin' straight."

Fist pounding against the table hard enough to rattle the scores of empty beer bottles, Johnny seethed, "Me? You had a chance to tell me and you didn't!" He inhaled deeply, collecting himself before adding ominously, "so now this has to happen a different way."

Brucie looked away as indignation kindled a fire inside him. He set his jaw tightly before he ground out his firm reply. "She didn't do anything wrong, Johnny. You gonna punish her for your sins?"

Johnny scoffed, "And I suppose you're Mother Theresa?" Pointing his cigarette at his friend he growled, "You forget the times I protected you, all the years we known each other." He held Brucie's gaze with a knowing look before Brucie tore his eyes away, stabbing the butt of his cigarette into the table forcefully.

Brucie bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood, swallowing harshly as he realized this was an argument he wouldn't win. If it wasn't him, Johnny would send someone else.

Seeing the look of resignation wash over Brucie's face, Johnny sat back in his chair and propped his feet on the table, lacing his hands over his stomach with a satisfied nod. "That's what I thought."

[novisius]

Thunder Bringer

Starting in the middle I guess, I have also been actively listening to it and thinking on the animatic, so that's another reason. I also have to apologize, my brain moves fast and each time I hear it, it mutates a bit, so some of the things I describe may not be possible given the implied timeframe.

[Beginning music] Everyone is looking to the sky, clearly scared, and expecting something. Possibly some shots of the ship moving away from an island. The crew are thin, they have been starving for some time.

[Once the electronic music begins blasting] The blast is proceeded by a wave of water and a wave of clouds. This music is not just blasting for the listener.

[During the blasting electronic music] Zeus comes out of the clouds, his black hair and robes being made of the clouds as he descends enough to be seen. He smiles at them, knowingly. My version of Zeus has claws, pointed ears, black sclera, grey/white/yellow eyes (depending on mood and lightning useage) but are undeniably and eagle's, his is thin yet very clearly muscled. Now, to explain why his hair is black, from what I remember of a mythology class, that was like, the color his hair was, and he looked like thirty bc that was old for the time. So I'm good with that, and it also makes his hair similar to 'storm storm' clouds, as they remain like clouds even when he eventually removes himself from them. His hair generally covers his back, which there is a reason for this later. His robes are black with the blocky sorta swirl decal on the edges, though the swirls are sky blue and in-between two lines of gold. Again, 'storm storm' clouds, clear skies, and lightning for the color scheme of the clothes. I will be the first to admit that @Duvetbox has absolutely influenced what I see when I think of Zeus. Its a good look, it does things I want to put on other gods, yeah. Beyond what has been mentioned, I don't have a strong opinion on appearance.

Pride is a damsel in distress Grabs a female shaped could out of the storm clouds around him. My thoughts are that Athena and Penelope have a similar body shape 'in this animatic continuity'. Reason being is simply bc I want the cloud here to have a lot of threatening double meanings based on the line and 'who' it is at the moment. Anyways, beyond being grabbed and being brought close to him, I don't have any specifics here. Hiding away where only I can undress her Zaps a shoulder and the 'cloud's clothes' fall away like it was cut...Penelope mode. Also, to be clear, no nudity, simply an implication. Try all she can not to confess Inanimate object resists god. In the end, it's all the same once I apply all the pressure Resistance failed, pulled back. Zeus is eyeing Odysseus.

Thunder, bring her through the wringer Begins dancing with the cloud in the air, even doing a lil twirl. Show her I'm the judgment call Zeus is getting frisky with the cloud, a hand brought up to the cloud's...face area. The one who makes her kingdom fall Once he says 'fall' he grabs the cloud's throat. At this point I believe it is shifting to Athena mode. Lightning, wield her, use and yield her Holding the cloud out to the side, he begins blasting it with lightning. The cloud is colored lightning yellow and seems to be in pain, darkening from the grey/white it was a moment ago. Show her what she can't conceal The crew is collectively shitting themselves at whatever they are watching. For true nature will be revealed The cloud dissipates, throat crushed and electrocuted, back to the other clouds in the background of the scene.

Tell me, Odysseus, If I were to make you choose Zeus sits down in a throne of cloud, though due to perspective, he is massive, his foot next to the ship and about as large. He looks somewhat like a bored monarch on a throne. The lives of your men and crew or your own No strong opinions. Why do I think they'd lose? If we see Zeus, he smiles. Enlighten me, King of Ithaca No strong opinions. Since hunger was far too great No strong opinions. I wonder who'd take the weight of the damned Barometric pressure on the crew go brr. They are all brought to their knees, including Odysseus. And suffer a gruesome fate to the Zeus is suddenly on the ship, fun-sized human-sized, walking through the crew, to Odysseus.

Thunder bringer, here to ring your Continues walking, smiling whenever we see his face. Ears until you're deaf with fear Continues walking, but looks to the right with his eye. And spear you while your death is near Spears Eurylochus' shoulder with some lightning from an open hand, then he turns his hand to a 'no no' or 'tsk tsk' fingerwag as Eurylochus falls to the ground. My brain says that happens, the wag, to the beat of 'your death is near'. Lightning wielder, here to yield your The rest of the crew has begun to stand up. Time, for you have passed your prime He grabs Odysseus by the hair or throat and lifts him into the air. Sublime you for your act of crime His feet divorced from the ground just enough so that when Zeus puts him back down, he can stand.

Choose. Zeus looks more cordial than threatening, having released Odysseus unharmed.

Choose? Odysseus is obviously confused.

Someone's gotta die today Zeus dusts of Odysseus' shoulder. And you have got the final say No strong opinions. You? Zeus gestures to Odysseus. Or your crew? Zeus gestures to the crew.

Please don't make me do this Odysseus is falling to his knees, beginning to cry as he grabs Zeus' robes begging. Don't make me do this Zeus for his part, doesn't do anything or react.

When does a comet become a meteor? Crew shots, the ones who weren't standing are getting up or already standing. When does a candle become a blaze? (I can take the suffering from you) A yellow Penelope appears behind Odysseus, smoothly going down to the same level as Odysseus initially hugging him from behind and moving to be before him. Throughout her singing parts, she is comforting Odysseus. He is, for a lack of better words, melting into the embrace. He hasn't seen her in years and...he has been worn down, he is exhausted, and he is ready to stop this journey. She is kneeling with him, holding him, though we never truly see her face. When does a man become a monster? Most of the men are fearful. When does a ripple become a tidal wave? Some of the men look to the side, thinking of bolting. When does the reason become the blame? (Let me take the suffering from) Some of the men draw their weapons. When does a man become a monster? No strong opinions beyond crew shots assuming that time allows.

[The thunder after Penelope finishes singing.] Penelope for like, a frame, is replaced by lightning. Odysseus has his eyes wide open, realization and despair written on his face. Near this time was another thunder sound, that is when Zeus appears behind Odysseus, impassive, watching him, hands behind his back, patiently waiting for Odysseus' decision.

Captain? Eurylochus steps forward before the rest of the crew, asking the question as he holds his wounded shoulder.

I have to see her Odysseus can't look at Eurylochus or the crew.

But we'll die Eurylochus says with a hopeful smile.

I know Odysseus looks at Eurylochus, pained, devastated even. Killing his friends to see his wife again does hurt him, but he also knows that there wasn't a choice here. In his head, Zeus just came down here and told him 'I'm going to make you tell me to kill your crew'.

Thunder, bring her through the wringer Zeus smiles as his cloudy hair stops being so poofy and 'long' (short hair Zeus) as the portion on his back forms into wings, launching him into the sky. Throughout the rest of this song's lyrics, some of the crew runs even jumping off the ship in desperate, while others charge at Odysseus with weapons desperately trying to kill him, sparks and lightning deflecting their weapons. Odysseus is not emotionally okay while this is happening. Eurylochus, for his part, is not doing anything. He knows that he is not making it home, he is tired, and he knows that nothing he does will matter here. To a degree, he welcomes the end of the journey. Show her I'm the judgment call The one who makes her kingdom fall Lightning, wield her, use and yield her Show her what she can't conceal For true nature will be revealed

[Final Lighting] Zeus flicks his finger downward. Obliterating this ship and her crew is effortless, unlike the other Zeus' that build up these grand attacks, this one just does a simple motion. The musical build-up being used more for the crew and their desperation.

[The end bit] The ship gets more or less vaporized, only Odysseus and the immediate area around him are unharmed. The first place struck is Eurylochus who stands near the center of the deck. Those who jumped overboard are electrocuted. It ends as Odysseus closes his eyes in acceptance.

[impostorsshow]

Another rant about my "YHS Grian gets time travel-kidnapped to participate in an MCC" daydream/au, with a focus/reflection on how permadeath worlds would affect skills, except it's not a rant it's a 1.2k - 1.8k oneshot

When Grian finds out the future version of himself got signed up to...whatever this is, he has enough to be surprised at - they're on a series of floating islands, and use a portal to travel between islands that are larger apart, something Grian's only ever seen when he traveled between England and Japan.

He saw that when [Jimmy? Timmy? Did he have to check his hearing after all this time of using firearms?] was injured after being turned from a 27 year old into a teen, he got disqualified since he wouldn't be healed by the time this whole championship started, Grian decided to not share the bullet wound at his hip [Timmy was more than eager to tell him where one of the "admins" had stored some bandages once he figured out where the clinic was].

And then they got their first round of training, courtesy of Scott wanting to make the team's more balanced to skill level when the event was closer - it was a simple game in his opinion, fill in 9 blocks with your teams color and kill your opponents before they get you [Grian wished he could say that he wasnt used to death matches being considered training.] A kid named Tommy, about 11 years old was [incredibly reasonably] distressed about murdering other kids and was disqualified, so Grian was glad he learned to keep his mouth shut.

He wasn't the best by any means, but he was more than good enough to avoid dying, his team having 3 people that were on wool duty with him and a girl named False being the only ones confident in their fighting ability. False got injured, and Grain thought she died if not for the fact she reappeared without any injuries after the round was over. Grian didn't find the time to ask and False didn't catch any of his questioning expressions, but his teammates kept getting injured and were praising him on not getting hurt [how would he have gotten this far in the Yakuza otherwise?? How did you get cut across the abdomen with an iron sword and survive? Why is he the only one freaking out ?] So Grian played it off and accepted the compliments as best he could.

The last round they didn't get the wool capture, and the other team was out for blood. Grian saw False get shot in the head by an arrow and somehow survived a 3 v 1, shooting two of the players with a shot in his shoulder and watching the last player run to place the wool, ending the game with 1 loss for his team.

He felt dizzy for a moment and closed his eyes, opening them back up to see he was teleported back onto the main island, a leaderboard infront of him. Grian felt his shoulder, confused that the blood that had stained his blue uniform [he really needed to ask for a comfier change of clothes at some point] was gone and his shoulder was just fine, even if he felt the phantom pain of the arrow, quickly fading.

The leaderboard placed him in the upper middle of players, which was worse than he expected. Everyone around him was talking to each other excitedly though, so maybe MCC was only a place where seasoned professionals played and he wasn't as numbed to death as he thought. The Yakuza in his town weren't really high quality, nothing in that town was anyway.

"Hey." Grian jumped, startled at the voice and turned to his right to see False [he made eye contact with her forehead more than her eyes, not quite able to understand how she was alive. No one could survive that, he knew that much.]. Awkward silence made itself known for a few moments, False clearing her voice and snapping Grian back to reality. "Good job. You only got hit once."

"....Yeah."

"I'm saying that it's impressive. Where did you learn to do that?"

"Oh. Uh, death matches are common where I live, you kind of just..." Grian looked away from False entirely, glancing over at people in the crowd he could have sworn were dead and another count of blood on his hands. "Have to know how to survive that, or you learn the hard way."

Grian heard False mumble some agreement and walk away, narrowing his eyes at the leaderboard. He needed to figure out which adult was trustworthy enough to ask about this without getting a target in his back, as soon as possible.

In the end, he decided to ask Timmy. He was still in the clinic so surely some adult would have shared something with him, and he didn't rat out Grian for having a bullet wound ["What's a bullet?" "...a piece of metal that's used in a gun." "What's a gun?" "No wonder your in the infirmary"].

"Do you know anything about people dying and coming back?" Grian stated out of the blue, the first 5 minutes of his visit being pure silence on Grian's part to make sure an admin wouldnt come by to check up on Timmy's wounds anytime soon.

"What? Whaddya mean, Gri?"

"I mean that people keep dying and coming back. Injuries in games disappear randomly. I've seen at least like, 8 people die in the past week multiple times and all of them seem to be fine. No one's questioning it at all and-"

"waitwaitwaitwait-ow-" Timmy started waving his hands to motion for Grian to stop talking, flinching when it stretched his injury and stopped to hold his stomach where the injury was, but still eyed Grian as if he was insane. It made Grian immediately regret asking. "Are you seriously- do you not know about respawning?"

"No, unless you mean it in terms of the Gamecrab."

"I don't know what that is but -oh my god, I never thought I had to explain this ever -respawning is what happens whenever you die. Most of the time the only thing that happens is your inventory gets wiped, and you might feel like however you died for a bit or whatever injury you had last."

Grian deadpanned, getting his thoughts across very clear and making Timmy throw his hands up in exasperation. "I'm serious! How is it you've never heard of respawning, did you live on a hardcore world or something?"

"define hardcore."

"....oh my god you cannot be-" Timmy took a breath,pinching the bridge of his nose and muttering to himself for a few seconds before talking louder at Grian. "-Hardcore is used to define permadeath worlds with added difficulty to them. If you die your done forever, and even a shot to the arm can be bad enough to kill you."

"..oh,-"

"but I KNOW your not from a permadeath world because that was made illegal, right?" Grian heard a tone in Timmy's voice that sounded like Sam when he was about to snap, and decided to not ever bring this up again, responding immediately and eyeing the door.

"yup, I cant even imagine what that would be like -when was that made illegal, out of curiosity?"

"1337? seriously what-?" Grian was up from his chair and out the door before Jimmy could finish his sentence.

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My version of YHS Grian is much less prone to questioning things than actual YHS Grain, and that's because this daydream is A. Made by someone who never finished YHS and B. Because it emphasizes to me the skills you would need to learn to survive living with a delusional serial killer and being in the Yakuza in general, much less a town with adults that aren't doing anything and at some points actively putting students in danger with zero consequences except for maybe getting murdered by the students.

Alot of fanfiction I see that follow the YHS -> Hermitcraft Grian timeline make him the god of combat/PVP and the most traumatized skrunkly in the world. I'm not going to deny that I may be doing the second trope can you blame me it's good content but humans learn from making mistakes, and knowing you'll survive combat gives you a hell of a lot more confidence to be more aggressive and taking risks that pay off later. I imagine children in Minecraft are just kind of thrown outside and taught how to deal with a creeper by blowing up and crying to their mom about how much it hurts to die until they stop dying or are old enough to learn to move past the pain of dying, which would have it's own psychological consequences but like. Psychological consequences of a world without death is for another post this is about how said world would compare against a world of mortality and the fear of death being less equivalent to a spider and more equivalent to the fear of being forgotten.

Anyway what im getting at here is that I think when YHS Grain is written he needs to stop being written as a PVP god, he needs to instead be written as the god of survival. It's not that he knows how to most effectively use a weapon or he can find weak points in an enemy quicker or any of that, what makes him Grian Dreamslayer is that he has the skill of dodging and misdirection, of near misses that give him just enough of an upper hand that it doesn't matter if he doesn't know how to use a sword because he thinks that if he gets hit in his stomach or chest he's not coming back, and he knows to aim for the chest of his opponent. He's absolute shit at hiding, but he knows when to identify that you've found him and when to run.

Can you tell I have a hyperfixation anyway if you read my last post I have become aware that cannibalism doesnt actually happen the way I thought it did so just like. Ignore that bit that's been vanished and if you didn't read my last post uh. I don't watch MCC and I don't watch Falsesymmetry so like feel free to critique my characterization or give me ideas this is fully self indulgent so any advice is only going to help me make up more silly things while I'm daydreaming and I might make another post about this [i have more than enough content to make like 3 similarly sized posts of this i just don't have any knowledge of who is in MCC and how they act ive literally had to search up "MCC competitors" every time i post about this]

[batsplat]

Re your tennis post tags pls talk about misogyny and men's vs women's tennis thank uuuuu (sidenote I don't really watch tennis but are skirts mandated for women to wear? Are dress code rules in general that strict?) 🙏

(follow up on this) there is a far more in-depth post on this to be made, but not for now. this is really mostly just. bits I cut... pasted together

here's a little more detail on the differences between the men's and women's games:

with the exception of a few mixed doubles competitions, men and women are always competing separately - and they are different tours to follow. this is true of both the type of game being played as well as the competitive picture. the men's game is more dominated by the serve, and having a good serve is pretty much a non-negotiable element of being a top player. this is also the shot that is most influenced by height (and yeah, obviously men do tend to be taller). the serve/return dynamic is fundamental for more genders, but it's more important in the men's game the modern men's game tends to involve a lot of high margin aggression, exemplified at the highest level by djokovic and formerly nadal. there's generally a lot of power play from the baseline... big serves, big 'serve plus one' forehands - aka the third shot of the point. also, big serving counterpunchers/defensively-inclined players are mostly only a thing in the men's game. the women's game has more breaks of serve, and also... a little more contrast in what type of playstyles you can use to succeed? the broad dichotomy fans will often talk about are 'bashers', highly offensive players with very high counts of winners and errors, and 'pushers' highly defensive players with low counts of winners and errors. there's also a bit of a third cluster, the players who rely on a lot of variety and mixes of spins and speeds to make their game work. while these broad distinctions also exist in the men's game, with women you can get a bit more extreme in how purely offensive or purely defensive players are obviously, it's not as straightforward as that. within the current men's top ten, you have high variety offensive all rounders like alcaraz, baseline high margin bashers like rublev (sinner is a more fully developed version of this basic archetype), and defensive grinders like medvedev. on the women's side, swiatek at her best exemplifies high margin aggression, with more topspin that she uses to aim for bigger targets than the typical basher. sabalenka is a little more basher, but both her and rybakina aren't the 'purest' versions of bashers either. gauff is the closest the current top ten has to a pusher. look, these are just very, very broad generalisations - but men's tennis doesn't have a penko (or not as successful) and women's tennis doesn't have a hurkacz (the closest you get is haddad maia imo, but that's more somebody who's neutrally trading than pushing)

anyway, one of the fun things about tennis is that you do have these two clearly distinct flavours with different competitive balances and different types of match-ups to engage with. I think it's quite natural to gravitate towards one or the other, to feel more passionately about one tour or the other. I was going to include a note about how that's completely fine, but in all honesty I am running a little low in patience with fans who completely refuse to follow the women's game. yeah, I'm biased, I think it's a lot better than the men's game right now - but also I do still watch the men, and often there's a lack of willingness to even engage with the wta at all. the women's tour can be a bit more volatile and you do need to open yourself up to a scary world where more than three players are contenders in any given slam, but like. just enjoy that depth of field. there's several players who are still plenty consistent if you need that to orientate yourself

then on the misogyny stuff, specifically in the current game and not on a historical level:

well. where to start. at pretty much every mixed gender tournament, there's scheduling discourse and men being given the more prestigious slots. roland garros is a repeat offender on this count. a few years back they introduced 'night sessions' just on philippe chatrier (the main court) where they have a different ticket for just one match, and it's also a thing where they have a specific deal with a different broadcaster within france (aka amazon prime). this year, not a single women's match was scheduled during that session. thing is, none of the players really like the session so most women aren't exactly clamouring for it either (honestly everything about these sessions just sucks) but it's still...? not great? people use the best of five versus best of three thing as a justification (which I find inherently frustrating because I too would prefer bo5 for women) but then don't have it for one match? us open night sessions have two matches, one men's and one women's, which gets rid of the problem

also roland garros did this thing where they just scheduled all the women's matches early in the day, basically as if to get them out of the way? the first session of the day is called the graveyard shift, the vibes are weird and there's like three people watching on the court, it's proper depressing when a slam quarterfinal is happening with that lack of atmosphere

of course, you do also have the exact same flavour of faffing about in tour level matches, where the length of product argument falls away (everyone plays bo3). we don't generally have cases any more where it's just men's matches being scheduled on the main courts or whatever, but more insidious stuff

so we've gradually had a switch from one week masters/1000 tournaments to two weeks, for a bunch of commercial reasons even though... are there any fans who like this? it really just does not work, like there's a week where basically zero big names are playing and it feels like you're just sitting around forever waiting for the tournament to properly kick off. but the gender element is in how the tournaments balance the men's and women's scheduling, where often they front load the women's matches and rush through a bunch of rounds, which means that in the second week you suddenly end up in this situation where the women's tournament has almost completely been played while the men's tournament gets to hog more of the spotlight

a darkly funny example of this came at madrid this year (because of course it was madrid), where the men's tournament just straight up sucked while the women's tournament produced several all time classics. so it meant that for instance on the 30/4, we had eight men's matches and two women's. on the 2/5, we were supposed to have two men's matches and the two women's semis with the men getting their own day on 3/5, but in a brave example of being an #ally the two men's matches that day managed a full set total between them

there's also like. crowd issues. part of this is because society just straight up sucks and doesn't show up as much for women's tennis. part of it is also a complete failure in marketing. part of it is the wta's organisation and calendar decisions - like figuring out where they'll host their finals like two weeks before d-day or putting a bunch of tournaments in the middle east where the crowd numbers are.... not great. just depressing, this roland garros was also really bad for that

accessibility. men's tennis has tennistv, women's tennis has... geo-locked wta.tv, which does also suck. any mixed gender channels tend to make some howlers in terms of what they're choosing to show. can't get people into the sport if they can't watch it!!

prize money outside of the slams is still very unequal

general wta incompetence. includes all the stuff mentioned above, as well as various other mishaps. the marketing is terrible, you can see it in the highlights and social media content they put out. the highlights game is genuinely laughably bad, you have fans do a way better job but then they get hit by copyright claims

sometimes we do get women's players speak out about some of these issues, like the general outcry during madrid last year prompted by cake gate. it's rarer than would be ideal

also just various non-structural bits of misogyny, including how the game is treated by journalists or individual men's players and so on. anyway, on the dress question - women are allowed to wear shorts, BUT there was a big controversy a few years back when serena wore a ''''catsuit'''' to roland garros and the rules were changed for the subsequent year to ban it

this was back in 2018, mind you. here's an article about some of the historical controversies relating to women's outfits. tennis has a weird problem with women just wearing sports leggings, which. that's basically all this is, like they're not exactly uncommon, are they. I wear them while playing tennis most of the year

the other recent more positive development is that wimbledon finally last year agreed to let players wear dark underwear in response to protests about how needlessly unpleasant the situation was for women worried about their periods

which is kinda. yeah this is good but why on earth was this still a thing

[folliesandfolderols]

Writing prompts days 123-126

From this prompt list. If you’ve read this far, I’m not sure you need any explanation, but the short version is I hadn’t written any fiction since 2019, I set a goal to write at least 150 words/day in 2024, and this list was my way to restart. Also I abruptly decided on day 2 I would write an entire Tim/Damian story connecting all the prompts, because I am Good at Judging My Limits. /sarcasm Anyway, I finished the rough draft a while ago and am now unlocking the old entries as I edit.

Read from the beginning here, or on ao3 here.

Days 119-122 here

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105. “I want to be the one fucking you this time.”

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He wandered over once Damian had Mr. Camera restrained, then bent over to examine the helmet. “Oh, this is new,” he commented, after swinging open a panel to examine its electronic guts. “Before he just really enjoyed film.”

Damian stooped to look too, shining a light onto the internal workings of the helmet. "There's no film in here."

Tim gnawed on his lower lip as a new worry occurred to him. "Yeah, so that means he's uploading his footage to a cloud, probably, since I don't see much storage."

"Everyone's watching—you're the stars of the episode!" Mr. Camera announced, voice muffled but undaunted.

"Or he's live-streaming," Damian said, and shattered the circuit boards with a quick blow from his tonfa.

"Well, shit." Tim sat back on his haunches. "Can we leave him? Is GCPD on their way?"

"Let's drop him down on the curb." Damian hauled Mr. Camera up to his feet and secured him, then shot his grapple. Tim watched from the roof as he put the would-be thief on the pavement. Damian's touch wasn't gentle, but he also didn't make the process unnecessarily rough for the criminal. Tim couldn't restrain a small, proud smile at the sight.

Within a couple of minutes, Damian swung back up on the roof with him. "What do you want to do? Oracle didn't catch the stream in time, so it's out there."

"Can she scrub it?" Tim asked, heart thudding in dread. This was it. This was when Damian decided to tell him they should take a break because the risk of people assuming they were each other’s weakness was unacceptable.

"Difficult, but not impossible," Oracle's voice cut into his communicator.

Tim searched for a nearby camera and found one on a neighboring roof. Facing it, he grumbled, "It's creepy when you do that. But thank you."

"No worries. But stop making out on rooftops, there are too many vigilante-fuckers who love playing voyeur."

Tim, newly inspired by her words, considered some alternative reasons for Mr. Camera having recorded them, and gagged a little. "Will do."

He took his communicator out just in case and turned to Damian. "Sorry. That was stupid of me."

Damian shook his head, face unreadable beneath his hood. "I'm not sorry you met me tonight." Gunfire rattled in the distance, and they both turned to the sound out of habit. "But I should move on. Shall I come over tonight after patrol?"

Tim frowned. That would make five nights in a row. Bruce would get weirder than usual if he were too isolated too often. "I'll just stay at the Manor tonight." Damian's breath caught, and he added hastily, "Unless you wanted time without your dad around."

Damian shot out his hand to grip Tim's. "No, that's all right."

Tim couldn't hide his smile. He leaned into Damian's shoulder, just for a moment. "Okay, then. See you soon."

When Tim returned to the Cave, Bruce was sitting at the Batcomputer, still in his costume except for the cowl.

"Hey," Tim greeted him, wandering over. "Got a hot lead on an open case?"

Bruce glanced up at him. The circles beneath his eyes were starting to look more like bruises. "Just typing up my post-patrol notes. Why are you here?"

I live here, Tim almost answered. It would've been fun to watch Bruce try to figure out if Tim had actually moved back in without him noticing.

He decided to take unmerited pity on him instead. "I'm staying here tonight. When's the last time you ate?"

Bruce's brows furrowed as he visibly struggled to recall. "I . . . hm."

Honestly. It was like dealing with a graying baby. "Yeah, that's terrible. I'm going to go scramble some eggs for all three of us after I change, so you should probably shower."

A corner of Bruce's mouth gave a tiny upward twitch. "Understood."

Tim got thoroughly clean in as little time as possible. He heard Damian's motorcycle revving in the entrance by the time he was in the elevator heading up.

The Manor got weekly grocery deliveries, but when Tim swung the refrigerator door open, a wave of rotted-vegetation smell hit his nose. Clearly neither Bruce nor Damian was up for the task of cleaning out food that had gone bad. Grumbling under his breath, he threw a head of lettuce, three zucchini, and an eggplant into the compost bin, then grabbed half a block of cheddar and some eggs, as well as a stick of butter.

The first two burners he tried clicked over and over again without lighting. Bruce and Damian weren't using the stove often enough to notice or call a repair person. Tim wasn't going to mess around with natural gas, so he found a service online and filled out their form before he moved on to the third burner. This one lit without any issue.

He was whisking eggs in a mixing bowl when Damian slipped an arm around his waist from behind, kissing the crown of Tim's head. Tim hadn't heard him enter the room, but Damian's presence no longer set off any alarms.

"You could have ordered in if you're hungry," he said, pulling Tim closer.

"Delivery to Bristol takes forever at this time of night, and half the time the driver eats some of the order." Tim allowed himself the luxury of relaxing into Damian's front for as long as it took to finish mixing the eggs, then freed himself to walk to the frying pan, where butter sizzled. "Plus it looks like you and Bruce haven't been cooking much. You need to use more of your food."

Damian stayed silent while Tim pushed the butter across the pan with a spatula and poured the eggs in, then said, "I am not proficient in the kitchen. And Father seems to forget food is anything other than fuel. Yesterday I came home from work and found him eating a whole English cucumber as if it were one of those turkey legs at the fair."

"In that case, you need to learn to cook. For your own sake." Tim sprinkled grated cheese into the congealing mass of eggs and stirred. "We could—we could take a class together. If you want."

He restrained the urge to hunch in on himself and waited for the inevitable rejection. He and Damian didn't date, after all. They worked together at both their jobs, and they fucked exclusively, but that was all. His own idiot heart was just wildly out of step with reality.

"I would enjoy that, I think," Damian said, casual. Like Tim should've expected an affirmative answer instead of trying not to hyperventilate as soon as he heard it. 

“Oh! Okay, then,” he replied, completely failing at being normal yet again. “I’ll sign us up as soon as we’re done here.”

Damian nodded, but his brow furrowed in sudden concern. "I meant to ask you about something. Earlier tonight, you made a comment, when we were on the roof, before we were interrupted—"

Bruce's footfall sounded just outside the door, in the way that meant he was trying to make sure they heard him coming. Probably he wanted to avoid walking in on any PDA, but Tim was grateful for an entirely different reason.

"Bruce, here's yours." He scooted four eggs' worth from the pan onto a waiting plate as Bruce pushed the swinging door open.

Bruce accepted the plate with a murmured, “Thank you,” and began eating, first perfunctorily then with more gusto after a few mouthfuls. 

Damian did the same, which made Tim hide a smile behind his fork—sometimes they were so alike—and Tim launched the daring conversational gambit of the night’s weather. That filled the silence enough that neither father nor son would be tempted to find his own topics for discussion. 

When Bruce finished eating, he washed his plate and fork and put them in the drain board, which was actually better than Tim had expected of him. After he left the room, Tim dismissed him as a concern. He’d been fed and watered. Anything more was his own responsibility.

He started running the hot water to scrub the frying pan and mixing bowl. "Only real disadvantage of cooking for yourself is the cleanup," he said over his shoulder.

Damian walked to stand next to him, arms brushing. "Let me do that part, then."

Tim allowed him to take the sponge and pan from his hands, but frowned. "That wasn't a hint. I'm okay to do it, especially since eating was my idea."

"You can't expect me to believe that when I know you've made caring for Father your modus operandi since you were a young teenager. My supposition?" Damian scrubbed at a stubborn bit of dried cheese with a not-very-mirthful huff of laughter. "You took one look at him and diagnosed him with sleep deprivation and insufficient caloric intake. This was to take care of him, not yourself. I should have done the same."

"That's bullshit." Damian's gaze flicked up to meet Tim's, derisive, and Tim pressed the point. "It is. We're supposed to take care of each other. You've got a lot on your plate. I could do this, so I did." He dropped his head to focus on his hands, clenching the edge of the sink, and said quietly, "It wasn't just for Bruce. I like taking care of you, sometimes."

Damian reached past him to put the pan into the drainboard. "Do you? Am I one of your responsibilities, then?"

Tim thought about it, squeezing some dish detergent into the mixing bowl as he did so. "I guess? But not like you mean, I think. You're my responsibility because I care about you, not because you're an obligation. I think I'm one of your responsibilities, too, right? Otherwise you wouldn't bully me into going to bed before I want to sometimes, or taking better care of my injuries." He laughed, trying not to let it sound as hollow as he felt as a comparison occurred to him. "For you it's probably like your cats. You chose to care about them so you chose to care for them, too."

Damian finished rinsing the bowl and set it to dry as well. "That's the second time tonight you've implied you care more for me than I do for you."

Tim jolted, a surge of fear lighting up his backbone. "That's not something I meant to do," he said, careful to meet Damian's gaze straightforwardly. "You care a lot about the cats." See, nothing to hide. Nothing to see here.

Damian looked at him just as steadily, but of course in his case he wasn't faking it. "Do you feel I have neglected you? Are we not commensurate in our expressions of affection?"

Tim swallowed. "You haven't neglected me at all, and I think we're pretty equal in how we show what we feel."

Damian's eyes narrowed. "That has the air of jesuitical hair-splitting."

Tim had to change the subject, but it was five in the morning and his brain wanted nothing more than to escape.

"Why did you ask me to sleep with you in the first place?" was the way it decided to handle that particular issue. Tim clamped his lips together, but it was too late.

Damian's head lifted back the slightest bit, but he leaned on the countertop like Bruce at his most carefree Brucie. "I believe at the time I told you it was because I wanted to."

"Yeah, but, why?" Tim clasped his hands in front of him, wringing his fingers into knots. He was giving himself away but he couldn't make himself care, because if he just had this bit of information he could understand so much more. "It's just . . . it kinda seems like Jon would've been the more logical choice. Right? Since you two have been close since you were kids and you trust him. Or, at least, you definitely trust him more than you trust me. It's just sort of weird, that you decided to ask me first. Not that I'm complaining!" he added hastily. "I'm not. I'm still really flattered and happy about it. But I've been wondering, lately."

Damian kept looking at him, expressionless, and didn't reply.

"Unless . . ." Tim said, feeling sick. "Unless, you did ask him, and he turned you down. I can't really picture him doing that, but stranger things have happened."

Damian finally said, "I fail to see why this should matter to you at all. I chose you. We are now each other's sole romantic and sexual partners. Why investigate the past?"

The words sent a frisson of hope shimmering through Tim's chest. "Romantic?" he asked, and winced internally at how breathless the word sounded.

Damian widened his stance. Readying for a blow. "Do you not agree our relationship is more than friends with sexual benefits?"

"Of course!" Tim stepped into his space enough to press his face to Damian's chest. After a second, Damian's arms wrapped around him and pulled him close, maybe a little more tightly than usual, but Tim wasn't complaining. The pressure made his muscles go lax with comfort.

Tim nosed into Damian's sternum and sighed. "I'm sorry. I know you like me. It was a bad comparison."

Damian's voice rumbled against his forehead. "I certainly prefer you to the cats."

Tim hugged his waist and tried again. "Sometimes I just feel like you might like me more if I hadn't gone to space.” No, that still wasn't right. “I mean, I think you maybe did like me more before I left, and then I messed up and now you don't like me as much as you used to." Ant euyuni still haunted his dreams at night. 

Damian gripped the hair at the nape of his neck in one gentle hand and pulled, until Tim's head angled back enough for Damian to kiss his forehead. "Do you like me more now than you did back then?" Tim nodded, careful not to dislodge his hand with the motion. "Likewise." Damian kissed his way down one side of Tim's face to nibble on his neck.

"Damian." Tim's mind was going fuzzy. In a second he would be thinking with his dick, which usually was pretty great but right now he needed to use his brain just a bit longer. Maybe he could lessen the compulsion to confess by telling part of the truth. "I . . ." He sighed and tilted his head to give Damian more room. "I like you so much. I like you better than anyone. You're my favorite. You know that?"

Damian pulled back to look at him, framing Tim's face with both hands. "I don't believe I did know that, no," he responded, red spots blooming high on his cheekbones. He bent to kiss Tim's mouth, a sweet pressure with no demands behind it, and said in Arabic, "Your feelings are completely returned."

He'd deliberately used fus'ha instead of League dialect, to make sure Tim could understand him. Tim's heart gave a gigantic thump at the realization, clumsy with too much love to hold. He stood on his tiptoes to kiss him back properly, and hoped the fervor of his touch spoke better than his words.

***

Tim awoke to a host of screencaps of the livestream from his friends and family, along with reactions that ranged from 🤣🤣🤣 (Kon) to ✋🙄 (Jason) to 😱🤯☠️ (Duke) to 🤟 (Cass). Dick’s didn't include any images but simply read, Told u not to be so noisy. 

Damian, looking at his own phone, commented, “At least all our clothes remained in place.” Tim decided he was going to be happy with that much.

But Damian apparently had been paying closer attention to his neuroses than Tim assumed. A week later, Tim returned home from patrol to find Damian sitting on his bed in sweats, hair still damp from his shower.

"Hey." Tim gave him a tired smile, rubbing solvent under his domino to loosen the adhesive. "You should've waited. We could have showered together."

"I wanted to see Father before I came over." Damian stood to help Tim with the fastenings of his cloak and draped it over his arm. "Your visit last week reminded me that I have certain duties I have been neglecting in favor of pleasing myself."

Tim shook his head. "He's more than capable of taking care of himself. It's a choice on our part whether or not we share that responsibility with him."

"Ah." Damian stepped behind Tim and began to disarm some of the traps on his costume that were harder to reach. "Perhaps I'm not American enough to feel comfortable with the idea of leaving a parent permanently alone in the family home. And whether you admit it or not, you also feel some discomfort with the idea or you wouldn't make sure we spend at least two nights a week at the Manor." Tim paused his motions, arrested, and Damian breathed out on a laugh. "You'd thought I hadn't noticed?"

"I wasn't certain." Tim pulled his shirt over his head and started in on the lower half of his clothes.

Damian layered the shirt over his arm as well. "I'm more of a detective than you give me credit for."

"I think you're a great investigator." Tim handed him his pants but kept hold of his underwear and socks for the laundry hamper.

Together, they walked to the bathroom. Damian put the costume in the special container Tim used to disinfect it and lock it away from any intruders' prying eyes, then sat on the counter. Tim waited a few seconds for the water to run warm, and stepped inside the shower.

Damian raised his voice slightly to be heard over the water. "I've recently turned my investigative skills in a different direction, thinking of what you said before. About why I asked you to be the one to engage in sexual relations with me first. And I've come to the conclusion that you are right to be suspicious."

Tim sputtered into the spray and nearly got shampoo in his mouth. "Damian, I-I'm not suspicious, I just want to know because I'm curious. It seemed out of left field then and it still does now." And no matter how he tried, Tim was never able to let sleeping dogs lie. If there were questions, he had to ask them.

He could barely see Damian’s nod. "Nevertheless, I want to explain, as much as I'm able. I believe a part of me considered you a safe choice."

Tim sighed, mechanically going through the motions of scrubbing his scalp. Probably he should've felt flattered to be the one who gave such a paranoid person the security they needed to try sex for the first time, but it wasn't a very exciting way to view him. "Yeah. I'm dependable, all right. Loyal. A real sheepdog." He couldn't make the words sound anything other than dully resigned.

"That's true, but . . ." Damian fidgeted, clearly enough that Tim caught the motion even through the Monet effect of the steam. “Some time ago, I decided to look into your efficacy as a team leader. As I matured, I noticed you were quite proficient in that regard, and it seemed perhaps I could learn something by watching you--the first time I had ever considered doing so. It proved to be an error.”

Tim tilted his head back to rinse, but all his attention was on Damian. “How so?”

“Once I began surveillance, I found more, increasingly spurious, reasons to continue. In fact, I found your skills and expertise compelling in unexpected ways. Your friends and teammates relied on you to make life or death decisions, and you earned that loyalty. 

“A month or so before I made my request, I overheard a conversation between you and Brown. You both complained about how pent-up you were, and you told her you'd considered a one-time liaison with a stranger from a club. And I had an unexpectedly negative response to the notion. I thought, I want to be the one fucking you this time. Although I didn't realize it, I made up my mind to ask you for the favor at that moment." Through the fogged-over shower glass, Tim could make out Damian hugging himself, hands rubbing his own biceps as if to comfort. 

"I never considered anyone else but you when it came to ridding myself of my virginity. I didn't think about what that meant until fairly recently, but you've certainly proven you're trustworthy enough for honesty. I wanted you. I still want you. I've never not wanted you since."

That might have been the longest speech Damian had ever made in his presence. Tim busied himself washing his body to give an excuse for not answering right away, his mind racing.

"Even when you let Jon fuck you?" he finally asked, turning his back to the door so he wouldn't have to see Damian's reaction.

Damian's voice stayed steady. "Even then. I asked him to bruise me because I was angry with you. You had marked me up and down my body just before that, and then immediately afterward made it painfully clear that you detested the idea of my having feelings for you. When I looked in the mirror, I saw the signature of someone who had no interest in being held by my affection. I asked Jon to top just that once and leave his own mark because I wanted my body to tell the tale of at least one person who hid no reservations about the relationship he had with me, however different that was from ours. And I also wanted you to see I didn't need your endorsement as a partner, but I'm beginning to believe I miscalculated." His voice shifted, got closer. "I should have made certain you understood I wanted your approval, first."

Tim turned to find Damian standing at the shower door, watching him with unwavering green eyes. "Why are you telling me this now?" His heart pounded with mingled apprehension and excitement.

"Because our conversation the other night reminded me of others we've had where later it became clear you wanted to tell me something important. I once told you that I cannot know what you do not tell me. I want to make sure I tell you what you might need to know so you can say what you want to say."

Tim wrenched the faucets off, and stood naked and less afraid than he'd ever been before Damian.

days 127-129 here

[limabeans-babies-forthewin]

Interdimensional Crisis Pt. 2

Second little bit to the mini fic I'm working on with Duck (my Rise OC) meeting Ronin from The Last Ronin! I'm contemplating putting all the parts together when it's done and making a one shot on Ao3 cause that sounds fun.

Anyway, thanks for reading!

Part 1

"I am,” Duck agrees. “Donnie—my Donnie—was working on something. He said it was really cool and really secret, but he wanted to do a demonstration. Next thing I know, there was a. . . A whoosh!”

The turtle raises an eye ridge.

“And now everything hurts and I’m here. . . Well, technically I was definitely somewhere else until now. So I guess you did something.”

“You freaked out. I hit you. Now we’re here,” he sums.

Duck feels like they shouldn’t get so surprised about how casual he’s being about knocking them out. And yet they still are.

“You’re thinking Donnie sent you between dimensions?”

“Seems like it. It’s like everything I know, but slightly to the left. Unless he just sent me forward in time and now I’m stuck here with a different, older, scarier version of Raph.”

The turtle stiffens again, his time with the added bonus of audibly grinding his teeth. “Don’t call me that.”

A clear warning, one that causes Duck to involuntarily lean back then falter when his hand meets the air. Surprisingly, the turtle’s glare dissipates and he seems to lean forward in anticipation. Almost like he’s worried about them falling. Would he jump after them if they fell? Duck really doesn’t want to test the theory.

Once Duck feels more stable, they flash him a. . . Smile? It feels like they could be smiling, but they could also be grimacing based on the look Not-Raph gives them. They clear their throat and wrap their arms around themself. They don’t know if it’s from the nerves or the cold wind that whips around them.

“Sorry,” they say after the pause. “It’s just. . . You didn’t exactly give me a name. . .”

The turtle sits back. “That’s right.”

“. . . Are you going—”

“No.”

Duck nods. “Right. . .”

“You know my family in your dimension.”

Duck nods again. “They’re kind of like my family, too.”

Not-Raph waits.

“They. . . They found me when I was first mutated and kind of took me in.” Duck shrugs. “Mostly. I live with someone else now. But we hang out a lot. Like, everyday.”

“So that’s how you know our names.”

“Indeed it is.”

“Why do you keep calling me Raph?”

“Is Raph not the biggest in this place?”

“He is in yours?”

“Yeah! He’s—”

They pause to curl around themself when another gust of wind cuts them to the bone. They may be wearing a hoodie, but this isn’t a great winter article. In fact, they wore this one specifically because it was spring in their dimension and the weather was warming up. Either it’s winter here, or the weather is just cooling for one reason or another, but either way this definitely isn’t the correct hoodie for the day.

“He’s. . .”

They pause again when the turtle slips off his over layer, the leather jacket, and passes it over (confirming how easy it would be for him to shove them away should he choose). “Here.”

Now it’s Duck’s turn to stare at the turtle.

Who frowns back at Duck. “Look, I’m not in the mood to watch a child freeze. Take it.”

Duck does, immediately huffing in relief as they wrap themself in the residual warmth. “Thanks. And sorry. I’m not exactly used to getting help from people who. . .You know. Threatened to drop me off a bridge.”

The turtle laughs. It’s so low that Duck thinks they’ve imagined it. But no, there is the ghost of a smile on his face as he nods in understanding. “Sorry,” he says. “I was just. . . Rattled. ‘S not everyday you get called your. . . ‘S not everyday you get mixed up with your brother by a total stranger.”

He definitely left out a word there. Duck almost brings it up, but they swallow the question when the turtle seems to read their mind and level them with warning glare. So Duck holds up a hand in apology. “My bad,” they say. “My Rah is the biggest, so I kinda jumped to that conclusion.”

The glare relaxes to neutrality. “You were saying something about that.”

“I was. He’s an alligator snapping turtle.”

“Your turtles are snapping turtles?”

Duck blinks. “Oh no! God no! That’d be horrifying!” Another cold wind cuts through the space between them, and despite the oversized leather jacket they now have around their shoulders, they shiver. “They’re all different types of turtles.”

“Really?”

“Mm-hm.” The temperature drops a bit more and Duck trembles. “Are—”

The turtle pushes to his feet with a grunt and Duck, again, leans back and falters when they’re reminded of the drop behind him. Thankfully, the turtle seems to have lost his desire to kill them and takes hold of his arm to haul them to their feet.

“C’mon,” he says. “Let’s get home.”

Duck raises an eyebrow as they adjust to stand on their own and finally pulls the jacket on correctly as the cold becomes too overwhelming. Damn their cold-bloodedness. “What?”

“I have a place you can stay,” he explains. “’S not safe for mutants to wander the streets nowadays. . . Or at all really. Either way, I highly doubt you have anywhere to go, and I’m not exactly cool with hearing about a kid mutant being executed.”

“Cool. . . But—”

“Drop it.”

Duck snaps a finger gun at him. “Like you nearly dropped me off the bridge?”

Not-Raph frowns.

Duck makes a mental note to not imitate Leo anymore and clears their throat. “I’d be grateful if you let me stay with you,” they say with a shallow bow. “Thank you.”

They hear Not-Raph scoff in annoyance before he cuffs the back of their head while they’re bowing. Then he has to catch them when they stumble backwards in offence to keep them from falling. “Don’t do that shit,” he says once everyone is stable. “Just. . .Don’t be weird.”

"I can do. . . I can try.”

“. . .Not promising. But the sun’s coming up, so we need to move.”

Duck salutes as the turtle turns to head back into the shadows. Clearly without any other options, Duck follows. “You got it, Not-Raph.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Right! Right. . . What can I call you then?”

The turtle opens a door that’s light cuts a cold white rectangle through the darkness. His silhouette turns slightly to look at them over his shoulder. “Call me Ronin,” he says. “Now come on. I ain’t waiting all day.”

“Right!” Duck carefully makes their way over to the door that’s apparently always been there, making to sure to keep their center of gravity low and their arms spread wide to keep their balance. Once they feel safe enough, they do a little hop to reach the landing and fold their arms behind their back. “Lead the way, Ronin.”

NEXT

[askandsmile]

be honest, do you think we have a shot of being endgame?

the million dollar question! and my very honest answer is, (under the cut)

the show is not over until it's over. in my opinion, we have a shot, but they also do. for a while in riverdale you could predict things using their old formula - that doesn't exist anymore. it's been two (basically three) seasons now that they admittedly changed their plans very last minute (not even just concerning ships, but the plot itself) and that makes the story very hard to predict. there's a lot of factors that go into this, too, like bts drama and the changes in the writers room and etc. but i do believe it comes down to what ras envisions for the ending, more than anything, and i think this is where the biggest shot lies.

BUT like i always said, even though i joke about it a lot, i don't think an endgame is what makes a ship great and what gets me shipping something. i've watched shows where i knew x&y didn't end up together from the get go and shipped them anyway. why? because there's so much more to a ship than an endgame. and it's okay, it doesn't take away from your ship or why you love it. and no one is able to change your mind if you don't want your mind to change. you always have your ship, their story, their potential, their fics, the art, the love they made you feel. this will remain with or without a happy ending. but of course i want a happy ending! i just don't think it's what's gonna make varchie a great ship, because it already is one.

so, yeah, i do believe we have a shot - the premiere spoke loads to me, and even with some screeners saying this/that i wanna see for myself the next couple of episodes to decide how i feel about it - and i do think they're still leaning a lot into the multiverse stuff so i'm always a bit skeptical of if it's gonna end in a 'regular' happy ending. i think it was the case for a long time, but i don't know how they look at it now that they introduced new stuff to the show canon, like magic, parallel realities, different versions of the same characters co-existing, etc. so my honest answer is that. we have a shot. ba have a shot. who knows! i'm here for the ride and to enjoy the cute content they'll provide to prove me that my heart made the right choice when it started shipping varchie.

mwah!

[doubleddenden]

So I started rewatching a bunch of anime and a couple of cartoons that used to air on tv when I was a kid, mainly so I could finish out anime I never did and overall refresh my memory from like... 2005ish lol.

Two of these are a bit of an odd choice admittedly, but since I'm already watching Dragon Ball Z Kai on Toonami and Super DB Heroes, I decided to round it out with OG DB and GT, both uncut.

Mainly because I want to remember GT apart from the Great Ape Baby and Omega Shenron fights from DBZ games that try to skim past it, and SS4, of course.

And I will say, I think I understand why originally, the US actually skipped a bunch of these episodes to get closer to Baby- later on rebranding them as "lost episodes" once the last episode aired. So much of the first four episodes could have been cut down to about 2, and they probably should have picked a bit more of an exciting way to kick things off.

But something I definitely don't remember is actually the pretty impressive backgrounds and progression through them that makes it feel more lived in, rather than still battle grounds that might get some budgeted traversal shots. It's weird because DB and DBZ kind of have endings or manga art that sort of exaggerate the world around them, but for GT it's actually not too far off so far.

But yeah, the slow pacing definitely does not help lol. I will say though, I think the original score suits it way better than the US Funimation version- Grand Tour is... neat, in small doses, and I do enjoy the instrumental version and quirks of that score, but original sort of captures the vibe of what they were going for originally anyway- that being sort of a callback to OG DB in terms of adventure, which I do think makes sense on paper. A lot of sense.

On the flipside, og DB just absolutely wins for the best dub opening for the series, including all of the dubbed substitutes. That guitar just can't be topped. It can't. That alone makes my decision to watch again all the more worth it.

[robocracker]

watching classic who: the daleks

i've seen some of this serial before. not sure how much, and i don't even remember seeing the daleks themselves. but then, i was nine years old and didn't realize doctor who was about to become one of my favourite shows in the whole world, so who can blame me for forgetting a few bits and pieces?

"don't you ever think he deserves to have something happen to him?" holy shit barbara... and now i yearn for a nuwho companion who also feels this way about the doctor...

no but i really can't get enough of the fact that ian and barbara are literal hostages, begging to go home every other scene. the sheer sadness on their faces when they find out they're on an alien planet?? this is hysterical

something very important to me about barbara telling susan "i believe you"

give me more bacon and eggs in the tardis!! now!!

60s daleks i love you!!!!

considering what nearly happened to clara when she hid inside a dalek shell, i'm glad ian is having more fun with it

"they won't be suspicious at all" doctor i adore your confidence

what in the fucked up dalek hand-

i get that there's greater threat now in daleks being able to fly, but i don't care. give me shots of the tardis team running for their lives, interspersed with cuts to a dalek slowly ascending in an elevator. i need it.

ian looking directly at the camera then rolling his eyes over the thals not wanting to fight the daleks...

god help me i'm in tears these fucking dalek screams

i do love this little set up they've got for the view of the dalek city though, it's a gorgeous piece of work

oh no, not antodus! ...anyway...

barbara better be getting an alien boytoy of the week from now on because i'm so here for it

hurray! more dramatic falling over in the tardis!

yeah, this was definitely a stronger serial, and i'm excited to see how the edited, colourised version compares when it airs next week!!

though, i was expecting a little more moral conflict over killing all the daleks. there's something weird but also surprisingly refreshing in the doctor simply saying "even if i wanted to help, i don't know how".

i'm curious to see at which point we switch from the doctor simply being part of the team, only really leader insomuch as he runs the tardis controls... to taking on a more significantly heroic role, since that's what i'm more familiar with, and i'm interested to see how the show develops to reach that point.

[calronhunt]

OKAY yeah I'm doing this so <3 old bbd stuff and i guess discussion of stuff that's not canon anymore under the cut. I haven't made a new video about the story since the big revamp so bare with me (i promise i got video ideas about it! just trying to stick to one video at a time so that stuff ACTUALLY gets done lol)

FIRST VIDEO I EVER MADE OF THESE GUYSSSSS i still associate this song super heavily with them and it kinda. shaped how their whole relationship developed early on in 2019 and such. However this one and the next one makes me realize that Lionel and Raphael don't have the like???? Enemies to lovers thing they got going on anymore. The story is more about both of their repressions of self and finding freedom in the other than like, guys who are opposed. Raphael still teaches Lionel but Lionel isn't as like. outwardly hostile to teasing as he seems to be in this video.

also looking at the designs is weird. Lionel why are you so spiky. Also contains Jo's design from before i decided to trans her gender so ignore that.

This one kinda has the same feelings as my previous one where it's like. These guys don't have this antagonism towards each other anymore (at least not at the start). Also has a character named Lola who got cut during the big revamp (rip to her). Also I completely forgot. that there used to be a plot point where GABRIEL FUCKED LIONEL FJDKSLJFKDS. OLD BBD WAS A TIME OKAY. IT WAS JUST ME DOING PLOT POINTS I THOUGHT WHERE SILLY AND FUN!!

other than that I think the art in this video is still pretty nice. I think the transition from warm lineless art to stark lined art with rim lighting fucks severely.

I REMEMBER BEING SOOOO PROUD OF THIS VIDEO WHEN I FINISHED IT INITIALLYYYY AND NOW I CAN'T WATCH IT ANYMORE. i get too embarrassed. Raphael doing Raphael-isms as he is wont to do. Also I think this is the first showing of old Jett? so that's neat. He was just a shitty one note villain and I always found him kinda boring so I'm glad I finally changed him. I think that's the only thing not canon in this video? Yeah it's just the jett stuff, everything else is still canon.

Maybe I should remake this video or something. I still think the shot composition/ideas/colors are fine. It's just. 19 y/o Alek it's okay. Your artstyle isn't horny enough yet.

can you believe I made a video about Gabriel. I mean I can and I still like this video but like can you believe that. The Events of the video are still canon, I would just frame them much differently. The reason Gabriel fucks up Raphael's face isn't tied to the Raphael maybe getting the throne at all anymore lol. The color palette in this is nice, and I like what I did with the editing and ideas and shots and such. Don't got much else to say about this one. I still pretty much like it lol

my fucking. my fucking baby boy Cassiel Hellborn. I still love this video so much I don't even care. I'm still incredibly proud of how it all came out even if the colors are a bit icky and bad. A LOT of it is uncanon or got changed one way or another. Cassiel is way more sympathetic and much less of a snake in the current version than he is portrayed here. He's still got a lot of deep seated anger that he's gotta let out though!!!! Wonder how he'll do that.

the last video i made about bbd before a big long break because of -static noises- ANYWAY, it's about my girl Ericka! Funnily enough even though it's the most recent video a lot of this. also isn't canon anymore lol. FUNNY HOW THAT WORKS. i'm honestly not even proud of the video itself. I'm not proud of a lot of the art or the colors or the animation bleghhhhhhhhhhhh. Trying to be kind to myself cause I was in a bad place but UGHHHH it's not very good. This is another one I should remake maybe :pensive: my girl ericka deserves better.

Kinda wanna reminisce and go through all my old blood brings dawn videos and just. talk about them I guess? I'll probably put it all into one post under a cut cause i don't wanna like. clog up people's timelines with my old videos lol

[jrvanfleet]

Angel | SFK

NSFW 18+ Minors, please DNI!

Word Count: 6.2k (I'm so sorry)

Part 2 of ??

[Content warnings: language, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, friends), multiple orgasms, oral (m receiving), praise kink, masturbation, dom! reader, sex toys, calling Sam a slut??, heavy FLUFF at the beginning (I'm so sorry I'm so emotional), this is FILTHY...and there's so much ahhh? Ahh I'm terrible at these haha]

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader

The day after your’s and Sam’s beach shenanigans, everyone began to arrive. The goal for everyone was to get there before 2 pm. You and Sam had gotten up around 9 am. You ate your breakfast, showered, and got the house ready for everyone’s arrival. 

While you were prepping the food and drinks, you connected your phone to the portable speaker and shuffled your liked songs. It was always funny when you and Sam listened to your liked songs because you knew that Sam would make fun of you for at least a few of them. The first song to play was ‘Bluebird Revisited’ by Stephen Stills, so it had received Sam’s little nod of approval as the two of you were cutting up fruit, vegetables, and cheese. You thought it would be fun for you and Sam to make a few platters and charcuterie boards for everyone’s arrival. 

Sam rummaged through the cabinets to find various platters and plates, placing them on the large island. You were always a little nervous when songs ended and shuffled to another, but it was always funny to see Sam’s reactions to some of your guilty pleasure music. 

Anyway… It’s bad bitch o’clock, yeah, it’s thick:30. I’ve been through a lot, but I’m still flirty (okay). Is everybody back up in the building? It’s been a minute, tell me how you’re healing. Cause I’m about to get into my feelings. How you feeling? How you feeling right now? Oh, I’ve been so down and under pressure –

Sam’s ears perked up at the new song that played while he concentrated, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed while he tried to figure out what he was listening to.

You sang along and swayed your hips to the music while you continued to wash and cut the food in front of you. 

It’s about damn time. In a minute, I’ma need a sentimental man or woman to pump me up. Feeling fussy, walking in my Balenci-ussies tryna bring out the fabulous. Cause I give a fuck way too much. I’ma need, like, two shots in my cup. Wanna get up, wanna get down. Mmh, that’s how I feel right now.

You continued to sing along as you tried to do what you could remember of the viral TikTok dance, earning a laugh from Sam. He watched you intently as you continued to move along to the music. 

“Y/N, what is this song? Who’s singing it?” he chuckled. You put your knife and food down and danced over to him, grabbing his hands and starting to move them back and forth. He moved with you, dancing in the kitchen…or at least Sam’s version of dancing. He was always funny to watch when he danced…he was so tall and lanky and looked incredibly goofy with the way he moved. 

“This, Samuel is the queen herself…Lizzo. The song, ‘About Damn Time’!” you replied, continuing to dance with your boyfriend, “Just dance, baby!” Sam obliged and danced with you through the rest of the song.

“You know I don’t like that pop music right?” he asked. You nodded in response as ‘From Eden’ by Hozier began playing. 

“Well, that was kind of fun…I think I like Lizzo?” he added, causing you to laugh a little.

“I love Lizzo! Bad bitches love Lizzo, Sammy,” you replied, “So that means…”

“I’m a bad bitch?” he questioned.

“Yes, Samuel. You, my love, are in fact a bad bitch!” the two of you laughed together as the music continued to play and you went back to preparing the food. 

When you were finished cleaning and cutting all of the food, Sam made a pitcher of margaritas. In all of the times you two had hosted people, Sam always made margaritas because he insisted that he makes the best margaritas. While Sam was very confident in his margarita-making skills, they were basically just tequila, and could get you drunk pretty quickly…but they were ‘Sam’s Margaritas’. Sometimes when he’s not looking, you or Danny will just have premade margarita mix and you’ll switch it out…in an attempt to save the people who were drinking it. He hasn’t noticed it yet, he just thinks he makes a mean margarita. 

Once you two were finished with putting all of the food and drinks together, it was around 12:45 pm, and knowing the parents, they’d probably be showing up soon. So, you and Sam went through and made sure everything was nice and clean before they arrived. 

By the time you were done with that, you and Sam laid out on the large couch in the main family room. You cuddled into one another and sighed.

“Hmm, this is the last time we’ll be alone alone for the next two weeks,” he stated, kissing your forehead. You looked up at him and pulled him in to kiss your lips. 

“I know, but it will be so great to spend time with your family and the Wagners. My family will be down next week which is exciting. We’ll be with the people we love the most,” you smiled.

“We will, but I’m already with the person I love more than anyone and anything. I love how much you love my family and how much they love you...I really do, but I also really love having you all to myself. I’m a little selfish when it comes to spending time with you, especially when I don’t get to be with you when we tour. I miss having you around me…you just..." he paused, a few tears rolling down his face, "you make me better, Y/N."

While Sam wasn’t normally overly emotional or vulnerable with most people, he was always completely open and honest with you. You could feel your heart hurting as Sam opened up about how much he missed you. You of course missed him too and wished you could always be with him, but having a job and responsibilities made it incredibly difficult to always be there when he’s traveling all over the world and living his dream.

You moved from your spot and adjusted yourself so you were now straddling him. His hands were quick to find your waist, and your hands cupped his cheeks. You wiped the few tears that ran down his face, kissing where the tears had been. 

“Sam, honey, I know it’s not easy. We’ve been doing this for years, and it’s hard...but we always make it work. I’ll be there, okay? I-I'll see what I can do. I’ll be there,” you replied. He looked up at you with a soft smile, his hands gently rubbing up and down your sides. You returned his smile and kissed his lips sweetly. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he said, bringing his hands to your cheeks. 

“And I love you most, Sammy,” you reply, kissing him again. You kept your hands on his cheeks while his hands moved to back to your sides. He pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. After a few minutes, you pulled apart, and you wrapped your arms around each other, relaxing in each other’s arms before everyone arrived.

~~~ 

The first people to arrive were the parents; who showed up at 1:15 pm, then Jake and Jita around 1:30 pm (she truly was the reason why Jake showed up on time for things), Danny and Josie came around 1:45 pm, and Josh pulled up just after 3 pm with a very irritated Ronnie. When they had shown up, everyone else had been chatting amongst themselves in the kitchen or living area. Josh cheerfully mozied his way into the home, but Ronnie definitely was not as happy as Josh.

“I swear…every single time I’m stuck going somewhere with Josh, we’re always SO late,” she huffed, giving her mom a hug and accepting a drink from Sam. She hugged her dad, you, Jita, and her brothers, then she took a sip of the margarita Sam had made her. She made a little face, pursing her lips before saying, “Shit. This is strong! Sam? You made this?” 

“Well yes, dear sister. I did. I know, I know…best damn margarita you’ve ever had! Right?” Sam replied, taking a sip of his own drink before letting out a satisfied, “Ahh!” You couldn’t help but giggle at the interaction. 

“Oh baby brother, if I hadn’t just traveled all that way with Josh, I would say that your margaritas are terrible…but given the circumstances, I’d say that’s a pretty good drink,” she said, patting him on the shoulder.

“Thank you! I think?” Sam questioned, taking another sip of his drink and turning to you. “You like the drinks I make? Right? You think they’re good?” he whispered, looking in your eyes.

“You know me, I love a Sammy cock….tail,” you whispered back, trying not to laugh too hard while you said it. His eyes widened and he choked a bit on his drink.

“Wow! Thank you, that was the perfect answer, and you, my darling are the perfect woman. That was hilarious and I love you.” he laughed, putting his drink down on the counter and hugging you from behind, planting a few soft kisses on your neck. 

“Gross,” Josh said as he walked over to the two of you, salty dog in hand. You swore this man brought his own 'accommodations' wherever he went.

“Hey, fuck you,” Sam fired back, tensing a bit around you. 

“Whoa! ‘Twas a joke, little brother. You know how much I adore Y/N,” Josh said, motioning towards you. 

“It’s always great to see you, Josh! Are you excited to relax for the next two weeks?” you asked.

“Of course, Y/N! What a wonderful thing…being able to spend time in such a relaxing place with the people we love. I’m looking forward to taking the time to refresh and prepare for the next shows. Will you be joining us for those, Y/N?” he asked.

“I don’t know yet? I’d like to, but it all depends on work and how much they’ll allow me to take off,” you reply. Of course, you’d love to see them play, especially after your conversation with Sam, so you’ll be making lots of calls and sending lots of emails on this vacation to try to get some leeway. Hopefully, you can see them play sooner rather than later. 

“Maybe we can go old school and play a little show while we’re here on vacation? We can have Dad come up and play with us? Something really small?” Sam suggested, moving to look at you with a big smile.

“Oooh, now that’s a great idea, Samuel. We’ll have a band meeting to talk about it. Maybe we can reach out to a venue around here and we can keep it really small? Like we did with the Troubadour a few months ago…but smaller?” Josh added. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he took a sip of his drink. “We’ll talk, brother. We’ll talk,” he added as he walked over to Karen, giving her a big hug and a kiss on her cheek.

Sam turned you around to look at him, his hands on your hips, “Wouldn’t that be cool though, honey? If we have a little show while we’re here? Then you would be here for it and I just feel so much better when you’re there. I want to play for you, Y/N,” he rambled excitedly.

“Of course, I’d love to see you guys play! And your fans would freak if you decided to do a pop-up show!” you giggled, practically melting at his wanting to play for you, and excited about the opportunity to see them play. 

After everyone said their hellos and caught up a bit, everyone took some time to get settled in their rooms. Karen and Kelly are staying in the master bedroom on the first floor, and Lori and Dan are in the master bedroom on the second floor. Josh and Danny are sharing a room with two double beds on the second floor that is connected by a bathroom to Ronnie and Josies’ room with two double beds. On the third floor, you and Sam were in a room with its own bathroom, and Jake and Jita were in another room with its own bathroom. 

The remainder of the evening was pretty laid back, consisting of ordering take-out from a local Thai restaurant, and going out to the beach to swim and watch the sunset. The kids were all splashing around in the calm waves, trying to dunk one another or trying to finish the evening ‘undunked’. Of course, Sam was practically attached to you the entire time you were in the water, trying to steal your warmth away, and occasionally trying to dunk you. After a good amount of time, the sun was beginning to set, so you all trickled out of the water, wrapping up in towels and sitting down to watch the sun say goodnight. 

Sam sat down on the same beach blanket you had used yesterday for your…beachside adventure.

“Come here, baby…lay with me,” he said, motioning for you to sit in front of and lay back on him. You settled yourself between his legs, his long arms wrapping around your torso, pulling you close to him as memories were flooding back from the day prior. Sam nuzzled his face into your neck, kissing you gently. You sat there together, drinking in the sunset and one another. You couldn’t help but think back to your conversations earlier, talking about how much he loved having you with him on tour. You loved him so much and didn’t want him to think that you were choosing your job over him and your relationship. You’ll definitely be making some calls during your free time to rearrange your schedule, perhaps even start working remotely. But like you told Sam yesterday, you had some plans for him this trip…and you’re certain that he will absolutely love them. 

~~~

It was a shorter night for the Kiszkas and Wagners due to everyone spending the entirety of the day traveling. By 9:30 pm, everyone was back at the house. Once mostly everyone said goodnight, it was just you, Sam, Jita, Karen, and Lori left in the kitchen. You were sitting around the kitchen island, with Sam standing behind you, his lanky arms wrapped around you. 

“You coming up, sweetheart?” Sam asked, pulling away and beginning to walk towards the stairs. 

“Yeah, I’ll be up in a bit! We’re just going to finish the plan for tomorrow!” you replied. 

“Okie dokie! I’m going to quickly jump in the shower! Goodnight, beautiful ladies! I love you all!” he said, giving his mom a hug and a kiss on the forehead, and hugging Lori and Jita. 

Once Sam was up the stairs, you finished up the plans for tomorrow within 10 minutes and decided to start heading up to bed. 

“I’m glad we have a plan for tomorrow! Aw I’m so happy to be here,” Karen said, giving you a big hug, “Goodnight, honey,” she said kissing your forehead, “Goodnight, sweetie,” she said, doing the same to Jita. “Oh and Lori, we’re so glad you’re all here,” she said hugging her. 

“Thank you for including us! We love you all so much,” she replied. 

After a bit more conversation, you all made your way to your bedrooms. You walked up the steps with Jita, said goodnight once again, hugged, and then went your separate ways to your rooms. 

When you walked into the room, Sam had a towel wrapped around his waist and he had a pair of briefs laid out, ready to change into them. 

“Hey baby, I just quickly rinsed off my body and I’m about to get into bed. Do you think you’ll shower tonight? Or tomorrow?” he asked.

“Hmm, I think I’ll just rinse off my body tonight and put on pajamas. Maybe we can actually shower tomorrow after the beach, and before we go out to dinner?” you suggested.

“Sounds like a great plan to me!” he replied as you walked towards your suitcase, looking through your belongings. 

Once you found what you were looking for, you walked to the bathroom saying, “Okay, Sammy, I’ll be quick!” 

“Hurry back, pretty girl! I want some cuddles before we go to sleep!” he called out as you giggled your way into the bathroom.

Once you were in the bathroom, you quickly got in the shower, rinsed off your body, and dried yourself off. You brushed your teeth, combed through your hair, and put on some deodorant and perfume…then the finishing touch…your ‘pajamas�� for the evening.

What Sam didn’t realize about this trip was that you had planned out your bedtime outfits ahead of time. Tonight, you were wearing a brand new mostly sheer black babydoll number. When you wear lingerie, you tend to gravitate more towards lighter colors which Sam loves, but sometimes you find yourself in the mood for a change. So tonight, it should be interesting to see Sam’s reaction to your barely-there black lingerie.

Tonight, you’re wanting to take charge a bit, and switch things up. While you and Sam could both be classified as “switches” in the bedroom, you definitely tend to be submissive most of the time…but not tonight. You were excited to spice things up a bit and reverse the roles you typically fell into. You’re also both very vocal, so it should be fun to see him struggle to stay quiet with his family and the Wagners in the same house. 

“How are you doing in there, honey? Almost ready for bed?” he asked, knocking lightly on the bathroom door. 

“Yup! I’ll be out in a minute!” you replied, adjusting your outfit and looking at the marks Sam strategically placed on you over the past few days…all different shades. You trailed your fingers along them as Sam called out again, “okay sweetheart! I put your book on your bedside table! Are you still connected to the speaker? Can you put some music on?” you took your phone and played your ‘laundry room’ playlist (an: lol this is my seggsy/steamy playlist), the first song coming on being George Harrison’s ‘I’d Have You Anytime.'

“Oooh great song, Y/N! God, this is such a great album!” he said, his voice fading a bit as he was probably walking towards the bed. You scanned yourself in the mirror one last time and take a deep breath. You slowly opened the door and walked out to see Sam reading his book, hair pulled up into a bun, legs crossed, and his back against the headboard. The warm-toned lamps on either side of the bed moodily light the room.

You smile a bit as you notice his toes tapping along with the song's beat, and a look of concentration graces his face...eyebrows furrowed slightly and lightly biting his bottom lip. He was wearing his MeUndies Stranger Things briefs that matched a bra and pair of panties you had.

“Thank you for getting my book out, Sammy…but I don’t think we’ll be reading very much tonight,” you said, causing his gaze to move from his book to you. His eyes widened, and the book fell out of his hands, right onto the ground…his jaw practically on the floor with it. 

Whenever Sam looks at you, you swore it was as if he was looking at you for the very first time. He always seems to be in complete awe of you despite how long you’ve been together or how long you’ve known each other. So, when he sees you wearing something special…especially if that something is new…his reaction is priceless.

“Y/N…you look…oh my god? You-uh that’s um new? Is it? When did you? Wow!” he rambled, scanning your body and his eyes landing on your chest that was practically exposed beneath the extremely sheer material.

“Do you mind if I join you, Sammy?” you asked, batting your eyelashes and beginning to slowly walk towards him. 

“Oh, please do,” he replied, scanning the hickeys littered along your chest and torso…his hand now on top of his obvious and growing erection. 

You walked over to his side of the bed, taking his hands in yours and getting onto the bed. You adjusted so you were now straddling him and moved his large hands to your chest. You guided them over your chest, breasts, and along your sides…feeling the soft, extremely thin fabric and your body until you let them rest on your hips. 

You reach out to cup his face with your hands as he continues to move along your sides and your back. You kiss his lips softly several times, grinding your hips against his erection. 

“Nice underwear, baby,” you say, giggling in between kisses. 

“I could say the same to you, Y/N. Good god,” he laughed, pulling you back into him. His hands traced your skin underneath your lingerie while his lips began placing open-mouth kisses along your jaw, neck, and chest. 

You brought his mouth back to yours, kissing them once more before you began trailing kisses along his jaw, neck, chest, and stomach until your lips met just above the waistband of his underwear. 

“Mmm can I touch you, Sammy?” you asked, settling between his legs and looking up at him.

“Oh please…please do, baby…shit,” he replied, breathing heavily and watching you intently as you placed a kiss on his erection first through his underwear, and then again once he helped you pull them off. You continue planting kisses on his body, sucking on his skin and leaving marks as you near his cock. Your hands found his erection, gently wrapping around the length of it. You began lightly swirling the tip of your tongue around the tip of his dick, causing his body to tense slightly and a low groan to escape his mouth.

“Mmm please, Y/N…stop teasing me, please. I-I need you,” he rambled, not bothering to control his volume as he was too busy focusing on you and your tongue. 

“Uh uh uh,” you tut, “we’re not alone in this house, Sammy. We don’t want them to hear how desperate you are. Do we?”

“Desperate? Only for you, angel,” he chuckled breathily, “But you better be careful with what you say because I might just have to grab you and fuck you so hard that everyone in the state knows how desperate YOU are for ME,” he added.

You remove your hands and tongue from his cock and move towards him. You bring your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks as you straddle him, your clothed heat grazing his hard-on.

“Aw, Sammy…you think you’re running the show tonight? Honey, that’s so cute,” you say, causing his dick to twitch against you, “Mmm do you like it when I’m in charge? I can feel how much you like it,” you added, barely grinding yourself against him, causing him to moan.

“Ooh so someone doesn’t want to stay quiet? Maybe I should just leave you here like this? I could just go into the bathroom and get myself off…ooh or maybe I should just finish myself off right here in front of you? I can tie up your hands so you can’t do anything about it?” you suggest, resulting in him shaking his head in response.

“Are you going to be nice and quiet for me, Sammy? Or are you going to be a needy little slut? Moaning and groaning at every minuscule thing I do? With every hand movement, and flick or a swirl of my tongue…are you going to control yourself for me, baby?” you taunted, Sam’s eyes going wide at the dirty words coming from the mouth that is normally letting out praises and moans when the roles are reversed. He nodded his head in agreement, bringing his hand to his mouth, ‘locking’ it shut and ‘placing the key’ on the bedside table.

“Good,” you reply, resuming your previous position between his legs, your hands, and mouth finding his dick. You lick a slow stripe along his length and bring him into your mouth, setting a steady pace. You knew this was difficult for Sam, since you are both very vocal in any other place or situation, but seeing him try to control himself and pretty much fail at it was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen.

To contain himself, Sam bites down hard on his bottom lip, watching as you bring him closer and closer to finishing. He begins to twitch inside of you, threatening to spill into your mouth. You moan around his cock, quickening your pace. He’s quickly approaching his orgasm, you feel the arousal between your legs puddle in your panties. Sam is completely under your control, and you couldn’t get enough. 

You feel him twitch inside your mouth again and begin to let out a moan before trying to catch himself, reaching for the pillow next to him and bringing it to his mouth to bite down on. He releases into your mouth as he groans into the pillow, panting and thrusting himself into you. 

Once he completely finished, you swallowed and removed him from your mouth. He looked down at you and reached out for you, wanting to pull you close to him…wanting to return the favor and make you feel good. You looked up at him as you moved away from him, walking towards your suitcase and rummaging through the contents. He looked at you as you bent over, your arousal clearly dripping down the top of your thighs and he let out a low, “fuck me.” 

“You’re lucky I let you finish, Sammy. You were making quite a bit of noise even after I told you not to,” you say, finally finding what you were looking for. You pulled out a bright pink vibrator wand and a pair of handcuffs and slowly walked toward the comfortable chair in the corner. You turned on the lamp so he could see what you were about to do and placed the toy and handcuffs on the chair, then slowly removing your panties. 

“Since you were so naughty and couldn’t contain yourself, I’m going to get myself off right in front of you and you don’t get to touch me or yourself…just like I warned you,” you said taking the handcuffs and walking towards him. 

“Oh my god,” he whispered, eyes wide as he voluntarily gave you his hands. He leaned forward and you guided his hands behind his back, placing the handcuffs on his wrists and planting a kiss on his forehead before you walked back to the chair, picked up the toy, and settled yourself on the chair. 

You spread your legs, your right leg hanging over one of the chair’s armrests. You held the toy in your right hand and started running it and your left hand lightly along your chest, torso, and thighs. Your left hand found your nipple through the light fabric and played with it gently. Sam was so laser-focused on you that he quite literally had no idea where he should look. Here you were, practically displaying yourself in front of him with your legs spread, your cunt dripping, toy in one hand, and touching your body with the other. His cock was already back up, ready to go and throbbing for you. 

“Hmm it sure is fun having the roles reversed, isn’t it, Sammy?” you asked, loving the control you held, and loving the effect it had on him. You turned the vibrator on to the second-lowest setting and brought it to your clit, letting out a sigh and then turning it up one level.

“ Fuck, that’s so hot. Y/N, please….this is torture, baby. Please let me touch you…I promise I’ll be so good,” he pleaded, painfully hard at the sight of you.

“Aw honey, I gave you the opportunity to prove to me that you could be good, but here we are. You’re handcuffed and throbbing, watching me make myself feel good. This could have been you, Sammy,” you reply, turning up the speed once more and continuing to use your left hand to touch your breasts. 

You knew how focused Sam was on you, but you decided not to pay him any mind. Instead, you closed your eyes and focused purely on your own pleasure...how you would when Sam is away and you’re left thinking about him or you’re on the phone with him. 

You feel a knot begin to form in your stomach, so you turn up the speed three more times, bucking your hips slightly, wanting more pressure against your swollen clit. You let out soft moans as you begin to hear quiet moans and shallow breathing coming from Sam’s direction. You ignore it and continue to chase your own high, pushing your boobs together and squeezing your nipples until you bite down on your lip, letting out a strangled moan.

With eyes closed as you’re coming down from your high, you hear a stifled groan and heavy breathing. You turn off the toy and open your eyes just in time to see Sam…panting, his forehead sweaty, and his stomach being covered by his cum.

“Oh my g-” you start, eyes wide and looking at him. “Sam, did you just…without…touching?” you asked, utterly shocked. 

“Y/N, you were just so….I’m so sorry…I couldn’t help it…” he said, slightly embarrassed at the situation. You got up from the chair, literally threw the vibrator behind you, and rushed over to Sam. You cupped his face and brought him in for a passionate kiss. 

“Sam, don’t apologize. That was one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my entire life,” you reply kissing him again and quickly moving to release him from the handcuffs. Once they’re off, he’s pulling you on top of him, kissing you all across your chest and along your neck.

You kiss each other and roam each other’s bodies as if you haven’t touched in years. You could feel his erection grow as you kissed him. Sam’s stamina always impressed you…he was always ready to get right back into it after cumming as hard as he just did…twice.

He continued to move his hands all over your body, feeling every inch of you. You pulled your lips away from his and said, “Mm well since you were so pretty cumming without me even touching you, I’m going to let you fuck me. How does that sound?” He nodded his head quickly in response and brought his hand to your dripping core, finding your swollen clit with ease and rubbing it. 

“You’re absolutely soaked, Y/N. Oh my god, I can feel it dripping down your thighs too” he whispered, looking at you with a smirk. He continues to circle your clit as you're practically grinding yourself against his lower stomach, the cum from his past orgasm mixing with yours. 

“You dirty girl, fucking yourself against my cum-covered stomach. Dirty, dirty, dirty,” he groans, quickening his hand movements against your extremely sensitive clit. You pull him in for another kiss in an attempt to stifle both of your moans. It’s so easy to give him control when he knows exactly what to do and what to say, but you snap out it and pull your mouth away from his.

“I think you forgot who’s in charge tonight, Sammy. You’re going to put your cock inside of me, and then I’m going to use you to fuck myself. You aren’t allowed to cum until I tell you so. Understood?” you ask, bringing your hand to grip his chin.

“Anything for you, baby,” he replies, still slightly in shock at your continued dominance. At his words, you lift yourself off of him just enough to line his hard cock with your entrance. You drag his tip through your wet folds, causing his breath to hitch. Once you finally sink down on his cock, he let out a low groan, not bothering to control his volume. You quickly cover his mouth with your hands as you’re sitting on his cock, your pussy clenching and throbbing around him. 

“Shh…you still have to be quiet, baby. We don’t want to wake up your entire family. Do we?” you say, looking him in the eyes as you continue to grind down his cock. “Can you be quiet while I fuck myself on your cock, angel?” you ask. ‘Angel’ has been a pet name Sam used for you for as long as you can remember, especially while you’re having sex, and he is absolutely destroying you. So, when the name left your mouth, he was surprised at first then practically became complete putty in your hands. 

You continued to move on his cock, rapidly picking up the pace. You looked at Sam who was biting his bottom lip, trying so desperately not to cum or make a noise. What a sight it was…this beautiful man you love so much, writhing beneath you…hanging on your every word and movement, waiting to cum until you told him.

“Fuck, you look so pretty Sammy…you’re just the prettiest thing in the whole world…and you’re all mine,” you say to him breathlessly, causing his cock to twitch inside you. 

“Do you like that, baby? Do you like it when I tell you how pretty you are? You like it when I tell you that you’re all mine?” you pant, quickening your pace as you near your second orgasm and bring him even closer to his third of the evening. 

“I fucking love it! I love when you tell me I’m pretty and when, mmm shit, when you say I’m yours – fuck… I am, baby…I’m yours! Fucking hell, can I please cum…I’m so so close…please, please, please,” he breathed, barely able to hold on to any sort of control. Your dominance, his words, his face, his hands, his cock, everything about him was bringing you closer and closer to an impending release. At this point, you were so close to finishing that you decided it was time for Sam to finish too.

“Mm okay, Sammy. Since you were so good, cum for me. Right now, baby. Fuck, fill me up, Sam. Cum with me, right now” you instruct, speeding up your movements, your pussy clenching around him. At your words, Sam pulled you in to kiss him…knowing he would let out a moan loud enough that the entire house would surely hear. Together you both came, bodies practically convulsing as you were moaning into each other’s mouths.

You continued your movements on top of him as you both came down from your eyes, his swollen lips lazily planting kisses along your face and jaw. 

“That sure was something, Y/N. I think you’re going to have to take charge more often. That was….wow,” Sam chuckled, “I really like this too, it’s very pretty,” he added, his hands trailing and feeling the fabric of lingerie that still covered the top half of your body. You smile a little at his comment and pull him close, kissing his lips again.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun with it,” you reply, getting up from his lap and walking towards the bathroom. “But right now, I would love to take a nice, hot shower…would you like to join me, angel?” you ask. He gets up and runs over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Angel? Hmm, I like it when you call me that,” he said, kissing your shoulder, “but, just you wait until you see what I have in store for you these next two weeks.” 

You giggled at his comment and walked into the bathroom, Sam’s lanky arms still wrapped around your waist as he walked behind you. Sam released you briefly to get the warm water running. He helped you take off your lingerie, kissing your lips once more before testing the water and helping you in. He first washed your body, taking his time to care for each and every part of you. While you washed him, he couldn’t help but stare at you with adoration. 

“I love you so much, Y/N,” he said, breaking the silence.

“I love you more, Sammy,” you reply as you finish rinsing the soap off of your bodies. The two of you got out of the shower, changed into pajamas, turned out the lights, and got into bed. Sam was quick to pull you into him, nose lightly nudging your forehead before he placed a kiss on it.

“I love you most,” Sam said, you hummed sweetly in response, pulling yourself closer to him as you both trailed off to sleep.

To be continued…

[najaemism]

heart can’t lose [19]

PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc

WARNINGS. none

WORD COUNT. 0.6k

SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose.

"WE'VE GOT TO stop meeting like this.”

Hera’s attention was pulled from what she was reading when she heard an all-too familiar voice that she had been hearing way too frequently these past few weeks. She looked up and saw Haechan, who was leaning against her table, with two bags—a crossbody bag, and a small backpack that was only hanging on one shoulder.

“Okay, for someone who is supposedly busy all the time and lives thirty minutes from me, why do we always see each other?” she asked, eliciting a chuckle from the boy, who then placed the backpack down on the floor before sitting across from her. “Don’t laugh at me, Lee, this is a genuine question.”

“Maybe it’s fate,” he joked, making the brunette roll her eyes playfully at his answer. “I'm actually here for two reasons,” he began, “my mom wants me to look around the campus—specifically the university’s hospital to try and convince me to go to med school here.”

“If she wanted you to look around, why are you at the library?”

“That brings me to my second reason,” he said before picking up his bag from the floor and handing it to her.

Hera’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she glanced at the bag, then back at him. “What?”

He pushed the bag closer to her then gave her a nod. “Open it,” he said.

Hera placed down what she had been reading, pulling the bag towards her and noting how it was a bit heavy. Fueled with curiosity, she finally opened up the bag, and her eyebrows shot up upon seeing what was inside.

Five slightly worn out books—the books they were just talking about a few days ago.

“Figured since I was the one who told you to read it, I should be the one to give them to you,” he finally said, and she looked up from the bag to see that he was smiling at her. “Those books are old, though, those were the ones I had when I first started reading them.”

“Haechan, these are five books,” she said. “You’re giving me the whole series?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re giving me your own books?”

“I have newer versions of those books.” He shrugged. “You don’t have to read them, by the way. I’m not giving that to you because I’m forcing you to read them… or something, I just—just figured maybe you’d, uh… maybe you’d want to.”

His voice started to get quieter and slower as he finished his explanation, but even if Hera noticed it, she didn’t point it out. Instead, she smiled widely at him and said, “Alright, I’ll think about it,” she teased before zipping the bag back up. “Thanks, Haechan,” she then said genuinely, and the boy sent back a smile at her.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and upon checking the caller ID, he quickly stood up from his seat. “Erin’s calling me,” he mumbled while still looking at his phone. He turned his head back at Hera then said, “Sorry to cut this short, but I have to go now.”

“Huh. I thought it was your mom who wanted you to take a look around?”

“Yeah, but she knows Erin, and she studies here, so she’s making her my unofficial tour guide,” he replied. “Anyway, I’ll see you when I see you, yeah?”

“Alright,” Hera nodded. “I’ll see you when I see you, Haechan.”

He smiled one more time at her before turning around to leave, and as she watched him go, a thought finally came to her mind.

How did he know I was at the library?

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