#attempted confidence booster?

[humblepoet26]

Praised be the butch who attempted lingerie? ❤️🍒❣️🍎

[sierrale8ne]

paige bueckers x teammate!reader

nsfw // oral, public sex, more fwb trope because i love it

gc had me thinking things during tonight’s game so here’s a blurb drabble oneshot thing? @thaatdigitaldiary @pboogerswbb @xxloveralways14 @bueckersbitch @lupinqs @bueckersfive

“Good games from you four.” Geno says to Ashlynn, Sarah, Paige, and yourself. “How’s that ankle?” He asks, directing his attention solely to you.

“Good. All good.” You nod.

You no longer cared about the slight sting of your ankle, all you were able to think about was the feeling of Paige’s hand on your back, fisting your jersey between her fingers.

You didn’t play much tonight, still nursing that injury and on a minutes restriction. But you didn’t even need to, when Ash and Paige started the game 8/8 from three, you, your team, and the huskies fans knew what time it was.

“Take a shower, you all stink.” Coach jokes, leaving the room along side CD with an emphatic clap.

You untuck your jersey, rucking it over your head and tossing it in your duffle. The white nike sports bra on your body clings to you from sweat, 11 points and 3 steals compiling your stats for the night.

“Giving me a show, huh?” You hear her from behind you. Paige is a little too cocky tonight, something about the air in Mohegan Sun just give her that extra.. something. Confidence booster maybe?

“Is that what you call how you played tonight?”

“Shit, you think so?” She teases, sitting down by your locker tugging her own jersey off.

“You can quit with the humble shit. I know you.” Your comment makes her smirk. And it’s something about that, coupled with her rosy cheeks and flaked mascara that makes your legs tremble just a bit.

It seems like that’s always how it is around Paige. When you first transferred, she was the most welcoming, slightly annoying with a potty mouth that you’d never expected, but still charming. Then as the days passed and the relationship between you both became stronger, she had you wrapped around her finger. Literally.

“I played good?” She asks, praise kink evident in the way she’s speaking to you.

You nod, knowing that speaking anymore would give you both away to your teammates. “So good.” You cheese, reaching for the white towel in your locker. “Imma go shower, you’re welcome to join me.” You whisper the last part with a bite of your lip.

—

“Paige shut up.” You mumble against her lips. Hand tugging at her ponytail holder and releasing her hair down her shoulders in any attempt to keep her grounded to you.

Her hands were everywhere, gripping your ass and kneading it eagerly. She’s loud, and it’s been a while since she’s had you like this. Two days maybe three, and when your apartments are across the hall from another that’s too damn long.

“Fuck me then.” She retaliates, biting your bottom lip as you pull away. “Talkin’ all this shit. Do something, ma.”

And you are, eagerly kissing at her neck, sucking at that spot near her jaw that makes her writhe. The moan she lets out is pretty, high pitched and thankfully hushed behind the sound of the water hitting the ground.

“27 points? Who you feelin’ like?” You tease, trailing your lips down the column of her neck. Your hands grip her hips tight, keeping her still as you slowing move down her body. “Would fuck you crazy if you dropped 30.”

“Imma strap you so good tonight, y’ont even know.” She groans against you. “11 in 10 minutes? You’re like that, baby?”

You stop at her chest, nipples pink and perky and so fucking mouth watering. Your mouth encloses around one, softly rubbing circles over the other with your thumb.

“Maybe.” You giggle, kissing her chest again. “Been so wet for you tonight, P.” You comment. By the time you sink to your knees in front of her you’re pealing her legs apart to find she’s just as wet as you are. Maybe even more.

“Yeah, ma?”

“Mhm. Seein’ you all sweaty and shit.” You mumble, licking your lips at the sight of her. “I can’t play with you anymore, get me too distracted.”

Paige groans, sinking her hand deep into your hair and pulling it hard. A moan flys past your lips as you look up at her. Her chest is heaving, abs clenching, crystalline blue eyes looking down at you eagerly.

“Put your mouth on me. Stop talkin.” She says.

You oblige, knowing that waiting any longer would piss off not only your team, but your future self too.

Your tongue lolls out to make contact with her cunt, laying flat as you lick a stripe through her folds. Paige’s body shudders, her head tossing back against the shower wall. Seeing her face nearly made you leak down your legs.

You hum against her, wrapping your lips around her clit and sucking it into your mouth, tongue running over the underside of her clit.

“Good, mama. So good, like that.” Paige moans, nodding her head as her eyes close. The dark black of her lashes meet her cheeks, jaw dropping slack.

You’re both so lucky that the curtain covers you both fully because the sight of you on your knees in the shower would probably send the other to girls in the locker room into cardiac arrest.

Your jaw falls slack as you lap at her cunt eagerly. Paige’s hand holds you close, nearly suffocating you between her but in that moment, with your tongue deep inside, you decide you don’t care.

“Seniors hurry it up!” You hear Sarah call.

You pull back with an electric pop, catching your breath and looking up at Paige as if to tell her to speak up.

“Gotchu!” She says. And they can’t hear it, but you can. The obvious shake in her voice.

Paige looks back down at you, her eyes wide as she mouths, “make me cum.”

You’d be a monster to deny such a request.

As soon as the locker room door closes you’re right back on her like white on rice. Your tongue dives back in, fucking into her in that way you know she likes. Your thumb circles her clit, and Paige is slamming her hand against the shower wall.

“Baby.” She grunts, her hips bucking against your face. “Fuck, mmph fuck! Like that, jus’ like that.”

“Wanna cum on my face?” You tease. The question is rhetorical, because you and her both know the answer.

The blonde nods emphatically, toes curling underneath her and just slightly knocking her off her already fleeting balance. She doesn’t even try to hold back her moans anymore, grinding and bucking into your face that you nearly pass out at how good she tastes.

Her eyes roll back to her head, a loud moan passing past her lips before she’s cumming on your face. Juices dripping and you don’t even know if it’s her cum coming down your chin or water from the shower head.

You pull back with a breath, her arousal still lingering on your tongue. Paige’s hand finally leaves your hair, pushing you further away and attempting to regain what’s left of her composure against the wall.

You stand up, gripping her cheeks and meshing your tongue with hers. “Tastes so good, P. Right?”

“Mhm.” She hums into your mouth, slapping your ass and pulling her closer. “You might taste better.”

Paige reaches behind you to turn off the shower, the sudden silence in the room dawning on you both. “Lemme get you real fast.”

“We gotta go!” You push at her chest, shaking the water out of your hair.

“Yeahhhh, but I need that shit. I’ll be quick.”

“You and quick don’t belong in the same sentence.”

“Ight then, I’ll take you on the bus.”

And knowing her, she would make sure of it.

[kesujo]

Chapter 12: The Cunning Rabbit and the Impressionable Hound - Part 3

Previous part here.

“You’ll really like this then.” Half of a deep breath was all Parker gave himself before tugging his boxers off. Out popped his mostly-erect dick, something he couldn’t help but notice was getting the attention of one of the cameras.

“Hm?” Parker wasn’t sure if Jessica was simply acting innocent or was actually clueless when opened her eyes to look at him. Even though her face was masked, she was still able to communicate excitement from seeing the stiff member tapping her upper thigh with a quick downward glance and a following glance upwards. “Oh, you—”

“Don’t get your hopes up.”

Parker guided his cock between her legs, having to bend his knees significantly to do so, but stopped short of putting it in. “Ah, please—”

Parker moved in tandem with Jessica, who attempted to buck her hips downwards as the tip brushed against her vaginal lips. “Nuh uh. You haven’t earned this dick yet.”

“Tommy…” the whine full of despair transformed into one of sexual impatience when Parker rubbed his length along her slit. “…oooh, oh fuck, it’s so hot…”

“You’re this wet, and we’ve barely started.”

‘The more talking, the better it’ll turn out. Many things can be overlooked if the silence is filled with talking.’

Following the advice from Carter was the driving force behind the constant stream of words coming out of his mouth, most of which were inspired directly by Jessica. Not that he’d ever admit it to her, of course.

“Any girl would after feeling that thick, veiny dick against her pussy.”

Parker didn’t respond, instead pushing the bulbous head of his penis into her. A shrill half-yelp half-moan erupted from Jessica’s vocal cords, but soon turned into another impatient whine as he pulled out before barely an inch entered her.

“What a nice voice you have, Mia. Perfect for when you’re screaming my name while I’m pounding with all 7 inches into your slutty little cunt.”

Parker really hoped Carter’s advice worked the way he was thinking it did, because the position he was in was pretty awkward: given their height difference, the only way to rub his dick against Jessica’s womanhood was to bend his knees significantly. The issue was made worse with how much Jessica parted her legs to give the camera a good view of the action, meaning Parker’s knees had to be bent at an almost ninety-degree-angle. Would his dirty talk cover up the awkwardness of their position? Was it even ‘good’ dirty talk? Parker could only hope it was.

“God, I want you inside me soo bad…”

The needy moan raising up and out of Jessica’s throat was definitely a confidence booster, even if Parker almost knew for a fact that it was exaggerated. “What do you mean? I am going inside you.”

Jessica let out another moan, stifling the moan that was coming out of his own mouth, as he pushed just the first inch into her, swiftly taking it out before she could take advantage of it. "M-More—” despite not being able to see his face, Parker presumed Jessica was able to sense his eyebrow raising as she stopped short of the pleading words, knowing how he’d react. “—I mean, th-thank you, you’re too kind…”

“Aren’t I?” He repeated the action a few more times, each time getting better and more impatient reactions from the needy, sexually frustrated woman, until she finally gave the signal to begin the next step.

“Don’t you want it?”

“What?”

Parker pausing gave Jessica the room to breathe, redirecting her gaze back at him. “I can feel how much your dick is throbbing, begging to release all its seed inside me, wanting to do nothing more than to breed me.”

That was her sign to go to the next step. It had to be.

Parker only responded with a growl, pulling away and turning her around, positioning his dick against the ass that was now facing him. “Make sure to hold that wall tight.” He split her butt cheeks as far as possible, letting the camera catch a glimpse of her glistening wet vaginal lips before pushing them aside with his cock. A soft groan came out his lips as the fleshy, moist walls of Jessica’s pussy clamped around his length, sinking further and further into her heat. “As tightly as your walls are squeezing my cock.”

Parker felt himself cringing at that one. Was Jessica ever going to let him live down all the cheesy things he’s said, and will say, for today’s shoot? He really had to make sure to hide the fact from her that it was her influence that allowed him to say these things so off-the-cuff.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!”

While the snug tightness and the blistering heat of her snatch was amazing, all Parker could think about was ignoring the camera that was focused on their connection. Not only did her tightness make it difficult, but so too did the self-conscious feeling of being filmed as well as the way he was entering her, pushing in his cock at an angle while pulling her ass as far apart as possible so that the camera could capture the penetration. Not that Parker really watched much porn, but he gained a whole new level of respect for porn actors for having to have sex like this.

“On your right.”

A feminine voice whispered the warning to him before a frail pair of arms appeared in front of him. Replacing the sight of his cock slowly but surely disappearing between her plump ass cheeks was a handheld camera pointing at it.

‘How comfortable are you with controlling the camera yourself, Mister Parker?’

‘Hm?’ Because it was mostly Jessica and Carter speaking, having a question directed at him caught Parker off-guard. ‘Oh, um, I can try. Why?’

‘Perfect! We’ll be sure to inform you when it’s about to happen, but having a top-down view of the coitus is an easy money shot to include in the final product.’

‘Oh, ok.’ If that’s how it was, Parker felt almost obliged to concur; after all, they needed all the easy money shots they could take. ‘In that case, yeah, I’d be down to do it.’

‘Excellent! When we hand you the handheld camera, Mister Parker, if the position calls for it, we will replace your hands with a pair of hands covered with green gloves—’

‘Actually—’ Jessica’s interruption caught Carter’s attention, who immediately stopped to direct his smiling gaze towards her. ‘—sorry, but actually, if it involves someone else touching me, could we go with another option?’

So, Jessica was willing to strip down to her birthday suit in front of a stranger and fuck in the presence of a crowd of people she didn’t know, but someone else touching her was off limits? Words Tiffany spoken during their last meeting came back to him: ‘You can’t call yourself a slut when the only other person you’ve had sex with since the start of your relationship with Hunter is in this room!’ Parker remembered being caught off-guard with this statement as well, but it at least was consistent with Jessica’s request just now. It seemed like, despite being as “adventurous” as she was, she was pretty loyal. Or maybe loyal wasn’t the exact word—maybe something like “picky”?

‘Oh, certainly! In that case, we’ll simply have one of my crew film the top-down shots. I will apologize in advance, Mister Parker, for encroaching into your private space and hope it is not too distracting.’

‘No worries.’

Since the camerawoman had to adjust the LCD screen of the handheld camera so that she could see it from her position, Parker’s view was essentially completely restricted. All he had to go off was feel and the few bits he could see from around the camera and her hands and arms, which luckily was enough.

Jessica, noticing the slight change in Parker’s movements, turned her head back to confirm the cause: the curtain of black hair and the bird mask on her face hid her facial expressions, but Jessica could tell how enamored with Parker’s dick she became all the same. But who could blame her? Parker’s dick was incredibly captivating, as beautiful as it was big.

Still, something about the sight arose within her a need to gloat. Thankfully, she was in the perfect position to do exactly that.

“Ooh, your massive cock is tearing my slutty pussy apart so much…” It wasn’t like she was saying these things just to gloat. The pleasure from the monster of a cock that was entering her probably would’ve been enough as it was, but the empowering feeling of knowing how jealous the camerawoman was of her made it all the easier for the words to come out of her mouth. “It’s so big—” the effects of her dirty talk were clearly starting to even affect the camerawoman, whose hands started to shake ever so slightly. Jessica allowed a satisfied grin to appear on her lips, as it was hidden from the camera—one of which, she noticed, was focused on her swaying tits—anyway. “—ooh yeah, destroy my naughty little cunt~”

“Don’t expect to be able to hop away next morning by the time I’m done with you.”

The words, with a slight growl mixed in, while cheesy, turned Jessica on even more. “What makes you think I’d even want to?” Even more arousing than Parker’s dirty talk was the deepened breathes she noticed the camerawoman taking. That’s right. I get to be fucked this cock while all you can do is watch.

Parker could feel how much more aroused Jessica was becoming with how much tighter she was becoming, but he stopped himself short of saying it. After all, it was most likely due to the fact that they were fucking in front of everyone, and mentioning them in the shoot wasn’t very well something he could say lest he break the fourth wall.

The camera lingered a bit longer before Parker was finally given full vision of Jessica again, which he took advantage of by hastening the pace of his entering her. Parker noticed Jessica lifting herself onto the balls of her toes, and as much as he appreciated it, it only slightly helped the awkward downward angle he had to thrust at.

“Fuck, oh god, there’s so much…”

Despite everything: their circumstance, the cameras and crew members all over the place, the bright lights and the self-consciousness, Jessica’s albeit slightly exaggerated moaning still turned him on. The emphatic way she fed the camera eye-candy and the mics ear-candy definitely made it easier for Parker to get into it. “How badly do you want it?”

“Tommy—” Parker pressed his cock against her walls, just so happening to align with a sweet spot and eliciting a moan from Jessica.

“Huh, you little slut?”

“I need you, all of you, so badly it hurts! Please—”

“All of me?” Parker stopped pushing in to push the tip of his dick against her walls, eliciting another explosive moan from her. “Hm, I don’t know if you can handle it with how fucking tight you are.”

“I can! Shove everything you have left inside me!”

“I see you don’t have a very good sense of self-preservation for a rabbit.”

Jessica could tell Parker was trying really hard to play up to the role he was cast in, and that made her appreciate him all the more. She was honestly extremely grateful that Parker was as good of a sport as he was and let her do all these things she wanted to try with him. Although a part of her still felt guilty for blackmailing him into getting used to, as he put it, ‘her antics’, a larger part of her was thankful that Parker was now more accepting of them, which was clearly shown in how hard Parker was trying for this shoot. And, knowing that turned her on so much more.

“Nng, shit!”

Her back arched, the camera making sure to catch the vigorous bouncing of her assets as the hilting maneuver sent an electric shock up and down her spine. The tension in her nethers tightened, the feeling of her vaginal walls being torn open by Parker’s monster and her butt cheeks being parted not by Parker’s cock but his hands … the warmth—the heat—and the snugness and the fullness skyrocketed that ecstatic feeling welling up inside her, amplified by what had to be the jealous gaze of the onlooking crew members.

As much as Jessica wanted to just lose herself and completely drown in ecstasy, she knew she had to keep her promise to guide him through this. Which was a shame because Jessica was starting to feel like Parker had a proper handle on things as it was, but it quickly became apparent that wasn’t the case as, after half a minute of grinding against her sheathed to the hilt inside her, he started thrusting inside her for the next minute or two. And as crazy it made Jessica, and as much as Jessica wanted to just relish in that feeling, and as much as she wanted to continue flaunting the fact that she had access to Parker’s amazing dick to everyone else, she knew the simple in-and-out motion wasn’t enough for the camera—and, frankly, for herself, too.

“Is that really all you’ve got?”

Parker wasn’t going particularly fast or hard, and most of the reason was a mechanical one: his hands were busy pushing apart Jessica’s bountiful bottom apart for the camera, which was recording their hot connection from the side and downwards. Despite the amount of times Carter emphasized their comfort and doing what was comfortable as opposed to sexy for the camera, Parker couldn’t help but be a little conscious about it: in fact, while Jessica and Carter were talking, Parker did some quick research on his phone for tips to use.

And, while Parker recognized the challenging question as Jessica fulfilling her promise of guiding him through this, he wasn’t sure how capable he was of following through.

“Mister Tommy, while the camera crew very much appreciates all the effort you are putting in to give them good shots, please do not prioritize that over attending to Miss Mia as best you can. If it helps, pretend none of us are here, and you and your beautiful girlfriend are doing some normal, bedside roleplay.”

That was the greenlight Parker needed to respond to Jessica with, “You think you can handle more?”

“What? Are you scared?”

“Careful, little rabbit.” This time, the growl that he intended to follow up with his warning died in his throat, his self-consciousness getting the better of him. After all, if Carter wanted him to be more comfortable, that also included that kind of stuff he was playing up, right?

“Does my pussy feel so good that you’re afraid you’ll cum right away if you fuck me any harder?”

Parker stopped, his hands migrating away from her romp and around to her hips. “It’s just—” well, he couldn’t very well say that the thing inhibiting him was playing up the fucking to the camera. What could he say? One slight squeeze of her hips that caused his fingers to start to feel her hipbone gave him the answer he needed. “—I didn’t want to break you—” oh wait, wasn’t he now slipping out of his role as Jessica’s ‘predator’? He shouldn’t be as caring as he was about to present himself. “—the spoils of my hunt, before I could fully enjoy it.”

“Look at you, poor little puppy,” she cooed, barely able to hide the strain in her voice as she grinded against his crotch, “too afraid to ravage his prey because he’s afraid he’ll finish before his prey does.”

“If you want it so badly—” This was very clearly the direction Jessica was trying to take this. This was the ‘proper’ response. Right? Admittedly, Parker was back to forcing himself a bit, but this kind of forcing himself was a great deal easier than what he was doing before. “—I’ll make you cum so hard, you forget your name.”

From the first stroke, in which Parker withdrew nearly two-thirds of his cock before slamming it back inside her, Jessica could tell that her egging—or rather, her instructions masked as egging—worked. “Oh, fuck—”

“You wanted—” another thrust, another explosive moan erupting from Jessica’s throat, “—me to—” another thrust, empowered further by the additional grip he employed on her hips, “—fuck you like—” as he ramped his speed up, Jessica could start to feel her tits swaying even more wildly than before. “—this?” She was sure the camera was catching them, but she couldn’t be sure; her eyes were currently rolled to the back of her head, lips parted, a noise that sat somewhere between a moan and a scream erupting from her vocal cords as each thrust pounded into her the pleasure of Parker’s cock that she had grown to love over the weeks and months.

“Yes! More, harder!” When it soon became evident that Parker hadn’t interpreted the words the way she wanted to, she tried again. “Is that all you can do?”

Pairing the taunting words with a playful shake of her ass communicated everything Parker needed to reply with a, “You never let me just be nice to you, do you?” He paused briefly, grabbing a handful of her plump bottom with both hands, letting the camera capture it before letting it go and watching it jiggle. He then followed it up with a prompt smack, the impact of his palm causing the fat to jiggle for a second longer.

“Yes! Fuck, yes!”

After repeating the motion a few times, the escalating moans and encouraging words built to a point where Parker wasn’t sure if Jessica was just saying ‘more!’ for the camera or if she was trying to push him into going further. Considering they were shooting a porno though, and also considering it was Jessica, the weary man figured it was better safe than sorry, or rather more intense than not, and replaced the slapping of her ass with pushing two of his digits into her currently unoccupied hole.

At that point, Parker was so focused on Jessica and the cameras that he had completely forgotten about everything else; although Jessica never stopped singing for their audience, Parker had completely clammed up, but the tradeoff was more focused and intense effort. When a third finger entered her ass, Jessica was already nearing her climax, so close to the edge she could almost feel that orgasmic rush of dopamine and oxytocin surging through her veins.

Parker was running into a separate issue, however. Don’t stay on the same thing, keep switching it up—that was the thought process that was fueling him. But there wasn’t anywhere further to go now that he was three fingers and seven-and-a-half inches deep inside Jessica, was there? Her backdoor was already suffocatingly tight as it was, so adding more fingers was out of the question. Then, what should he do?

One glance upwards gave him the answer he needed: out of the corner of his eyes, as he trained his gaze on the back of Jessica’s head, hair tousling back and forth in synch with his thrusts, he just barely made out the swaying motion of her tits.

But was it going to ruin the line of sight of the cameras?

Parker stopped himself short of that thought process, reminding himself to not worry about the camera, as Carter mentioned. He leaned forward, transitioning from the pistoning motion he was doing to more of a grinding motion, his hands wrapping around Jessica’s stick-like arms that were somehow seamlessly transferring the force of his thrusts into the wall all the same. “Look at how busy these bunnies are, shaking around so much to get my attention,” Parker said after finally remembering to speak, this time in a lower tone being that his mouth was closer to her ear. It was only after he said those words that he remembered he shouldn’t be talking like that and hoped the audio would compensate for him.

“They are really eager to play. Cute, aren’t they? Do you like them?”

“Well,” Parker made sure to project a little more this time, grabbing handfuls of her bountiful bosom, his fingers sinking right into the plush texture of her tits as he squeezed them, “if they want to play so bad, who am I to deny them?”

As his hands were busy elsewhere, keeping up the rhythmic pumping he was doing before became more difficult; he noticed Jessica was starting to help by rocking back and forth to match his pace, but the slapping of wet skin on wet skin diminished significantly. In place of that was Parker kneading and rolling the softness on her chest with his fingers and palms, something he figured was much more camera-friendly.

“Mmm, just because they’re my bunnies doesn’t mean you have to be scared to play rough~”

Parker bit back a grimace—he was still being too self-conscious of the cameras and the presence of everyone else in general. He could actually start to feel sweat starting to form on his forehead, although he wasn’t sure if it was from the lightning, the many bodies in a relatively confined space, or the physically intensive activity he was currently doing.

“What kind of a mom is ok with a stranger playing rough with her kids? And you wanted me to give you some more?”

“They’re mine, I can take th—oh, fuck!”

“You like that, huh?” After having spent the entire time teasing her areola by rubbing his knuckles around the sensitive area but never touching the teat, Parker had built ample suspense in Jessica that was released all at once when he suddenly pinched the hardened nub. “You love getting railed from behind while having your nipples squeezed?”

“Tommy, fuck—”

This time, Jessica was interrupted by the door next to them suddenly opening. It was only then that Parker suddenly remembered the setting of the shoot, how they were supposedly in the hallway next to a room full of bustling partying people, and couldn’t help but tense at the sight of a couple emerging from the opened door and walking out of it, albeit away from them. While it seemed like they weren’t paying any mind to himself and Jessica, the reaction to the sudden interruption was still felt on Parker; Jessica’s pussy tightened, causing a light grimace to appear on Parker’s face that was thankfully covered by his mask.

Was that a part of the script Carter went over when he wasn’t paying attention?

It took a while for Parker to recover from the shock, and it was Jessica who helped him snap out of it by lightly pushing against him with her rear.

“You got tighter from that, you horny, nympho rabbit. You really get that aroused at the fear of getting caught, and even more when you do get caught, do you?”

Jessica nodded fervently, back arched and head thrown back more than before, grinding against his groin with more fervor. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it—”

“But we don’t want to be interrupted again, do we?”

As exposed he felt fucking in such an open area despite this being a shoot, the biggest reason Parker was hoping Jessica would agree to moving was how much his thighs were burning from maintaining the awkward position for so long. He also remembered Carter mentioning how they had a bedroom set prepared if they wanted to use it, and at that moment, Parker wanted nothing more than to relieve his legs with the help of a soft mattress.

“No, we don’t.”

Parker could hear the hesitation in Jessica’s voice and felt all sorts of relief when she ended up agreeing.

“Mister Tommy, if you are able, would you mind carrying Miss Mia like that to the bedroom, still attached?”

While Parker could feel Jessica’s reaction to the suggestion, Parker took a little longer to answer. However, his next words weren’t directed to the director, but to his partner. “And, knowing how much of a hopeless slut you are, I bet you don’t’ want to be separated from my cock for even one second.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

As innocent as Jessica was trying to portray herself, Parker could feel her arousal spiking; her pussy started to clench around his dick so tightly that he nearly let out a wince. “Let me show you.” Taking a second to bend down and another to brace, his hands captured the back of her knee and lifted her light frame straight up.

“Oh!” It took Parker another few seconds to get accustomed to the increased strength Jessica’s pussy squeezed his cock with, making sure his grip of her was secure enough before beginning to walk. “Oh my god—” Parker tried his best to not look at the cameras capturing the view around them, of Jessica’s legs lifted and spread apart in the air and bent at around shoulder-level by his hands in a V-formation, the view of Parker’s cock wedged deep inside Jessica’s core as he walked being the focal point of one of the cameras. “—fuck, Tommy—”

While his thighs were now being relieved of their strenuous duty, it was now his arms that were beginning to struggle; not only did the position make it awkward to walk, both because of the additional weight and his limited visibility, but also because of how slowly he was walking. As much as he would’ve loved to just sprint to the bedroom, that wasn’t a possibility for two reasons: one, slowing down his pace was the best way to ensure his balance of Jessica was as steady as possible, and two, he figured a slower pace was what was best for the cameras.

“—oh god, you’re hitting so deep inside me!”

Thankfully, the walk to the bedroom was a short one; even as light as Jessica was, holding her in that awkward position proved to be as strenuous as he remembered it being with Tiffany. When he dumped Jessica onto the bed, the downward momentum caused them to detach, earning a whimper from the horny woman.

“You really can’t be separated from my cock for more than one second, can you?” he asked, throwing the black deep V-neck shirt he was wearing to the side.

Jessica lifted her head, adamantly shaking it at him. “Why are you all the way over there? Come here, it’s getting lonely already…”

God, why did Jessica have to sound like a wounded animal while saying those words? And why did they turn him on so much?

Parker sat down on the bed, almost having to fight off a Jessica who was clambering to get in his lap. “Wait.” Parker wasn’t actually feeling impatient or frustrated at Jessica interfering with him attempting to get into position, but he hoped that emotion came through in his words. However convincing it was though, Jessica immediately obeyed, sitting patiently between his legs as Parker laid down on the mattress. “Ok. Knock yourself out.”

Jessica let out an excited squeal, turning around and mounting him in a reverse-cowgirl position. It wasn’t much later that she had taken all seven-and-a-half inches inside her, and not much later after that she started riding him.

“Ooh, fuck, it’s so good~”

All Parker could do was match Jessica’s fervor, his hands tightening around her waist for additional leverage to slam the entire weight of her body back down on his dick after reaching the apex of each bounce. When he saw one of the cameras that were focusing on him near him, Parker started to wonder what was happening in the corner of his mind, a question which was promptly answered by a brief, whispered, “Excuse me, do you mind?”

Parker, realizing the cameraman was asking permission to shoot another POV shot, nodded. He moved his hands to her ass and spread the plump cheeks apart as the handheld camera came into view, pointing directly at their connection. This time, however, the LCD screen was pointed directly at him, giving Parker a view of the juicy ass that was bouncing up and down his dick from the other side of a camera’s lens.

“How is that shot?”

Parker gave the cameraman a nod, given a thanks, and continued holding the camera there for a few more seconds before pulling away.

As much as Jessica wildly riding him was stimulating him, that brief interaction reversed some of that work. It was weird enough to be fucking in the presence of so many people and so many cameras, but to talk directly to one of the camera operators was even more strange. Not to say that Parker really faulted the cameraman for doing what he did, as it did seem to be the best course of action … he just hoped they got another money shot from it.

No matter how wild Jessica got, she still maintained good posture, her back straightened and her hands planted firmly on his legs as she bounced up and down on his lap. And, he had to admit, Jessica looked damn good while doing so; even from before her and Hunter moved next door to him, Parker had always regarded Jessica as one of the most photogenic people he knew, and that photogenic quality was being put on full display for the cameras of the porno shoot. It wasn’t much later that Parker could feel his climax approaching.

‘Regarding the cum shot; Miss Jessica, how would you like to do it?’

‘Oh! I had my tubes tied, so we can do that inside if that works best for everyone.’

Carter nodded. ‘Generally, for these kinds of shoots, we prefer not to enhance the cum shot by artificial means, so I believe doing so inside would produce the best results while sticking to our guns, so to speak, of staying relatively amateur-ish. Are you ok with this, Mister Parker?’

Jessica grinned and bumped her shoulder with his before he could answer. ‘I th-What?’

‘He won’t have a problem with it, he’s had plenty of practice cumming inside me already.’

Parker rolled his eyes, feeling the tips of his ears burning a bit at that. ‘Jess—Honey, you’re lathering it on a little thick, aren’t you? Save it for the shoot.’

‘Oh, like how you’re going to lather my pussy with your thick, creamy cum?’

‘J-Babe, Carter’s right there.’

To that, Jessica only giggled. ‘I know.’

Parker stared at Jessica’s smiling visage for a few more moments with a perplexed expression before turning back to Carter to say, ‘No, I don’t mind. Sorry, please excuse my Jessica for that, she gets a little excited sometimes.’

‘Oh! No worries at all! Seeing the beautiful couple getting along so well bodes well for today’s shoot!’

“You wanted to be impregnated, didn’t you?”

“Ooh god, yes!”

The wet sounds of her ass slapping against his damp groin was growing louder and louder as Parker neared the edge. Was it drowning out his words? Surely not, right?

“You wanted to feel me pumping your womb full with my seed?”

“Please! Yes, god yes!”

But the closer he got to his climax, the more self-conscious and hesitant he became. Carter made sure to tell him to not worry about the optics of the cum shot, as the money shot for shooting it inside came after the orgasm and not during, but Parker couldn’t help but think about it all the same.

“Give it to me! Give it all to me! Fill me with your thick, creamy seed! Breed me!”

Parker cleared his head of those thoughts. He didn’t need to worry about that; all he needed to focus on was Jessica. A few more thrusts and a few more grunts later, the tension in his nethers exploded outwards, the resulting stream of cum shooting straight into the sterile womb of the rabbit-mask wearing woman. As much as she was already drenching his cock with her juices, feeling the orgasming cock shuddering deep within her heat pushed herself over the edge as well.

“Oh god, fuck, it’s so hot—”

Honestly, Parker didn’t know how Jessica was able to go on for so long using that type of language and still sound so sexy while doing so, but he was thankful for it regardless because it meant all Parker had to do was to ride out his orgasm. When it subsided, a satisfied moan and sigh came out of both Jessica and Parker, respectively.

Just when Parker was thanking his lucky stars that it was all finally over, Carter shouted another set of instructions. “One more thing; I’m sorry Mister Tommy, but do you mind taking the camera and getting a closeup of the finished product?”

He could hear Jessica giggling at that but didn’t mind it, nodding and accepting the handheld camera being handed to him from the side. After that, a final shot was taken of the viscous fluid leaking out of her bruised and battered hole before the shoot wrapped up. The two of them thanked everyone, Jessica with much more gusto than Parker, with the crew shouting ‘Thank you’s and ‘Good job!’s back before they started making their way back to the screening room that had their normal clothes.

“It’s a shame we have to give that shirt back, babe,” Jessica noted, nodding at the shirt Parker had put back on, “It makes your abs look so juicy.”

“Juicy? Is that a good thing?”

She laughed at that. “Of course! Looking at it just makes me want to eat it all up.”

Jessica, for whatever reason, elected to not put her outfit back on, walking hand-in-hand with Parker back to the screening room with her top still pushed above her boobs and her bejeweled shorts in her other hand. After changing back to the clothes they arrived in, Carter entered the room.

“Oh my goodness, the beautiful couple did spectacular!” Parker couldn’t tell what part of the emphatic way he said that was the person he was and how much of it was playing it up for his ‘customers’, or whatever they were to his business, but he appreciated it all the same. It sounded so genuine that Parker felt he had no choice but to feel like his concerns were unfounded. “Oh, and Mister Parker and Miss Jessica may take off the masks now.” To that sentence, Parker breathed a sigh of relief, reaching around his head to slip the string attaching the dog mask off his face. Jessica followed suit, both masks ending up on the table separating them and Carter. “Everything is looking wonderful, we will just be doing some editing and will probably release the finished version in a week or two. Did Miss Jessica, or Mister Parker, want the link to the video when it does?”

“Ooh, yes please! You have my email, right?”

Carter nodding, beaming at Jessica. “Yes! No problem, I will send the link over when it is ready. Be cautious however, because we will be masking the link in an email that might appear to be spam, so please check your incoming emails carefully.” Seeing Jessica nod in understanding, he continued, “That was the first thing I wanted to come over here for. The second thing was to offer the bonus.”

“Oh! You hear that, babe? Told you~”

While the two sat in the room waiting for Carter, Parker told Jessica of his concerns about the video, all of which were dismissed by Jessica. Seeing the grin on her face made Parker break out into a smile of his own. “Yeah yeah, I got it.”

“I have an excellent feeling about how this one will turn out; many thanks to Mister Parker for complying with all the directions I provided. I hope it wasn’t as terrible as you initially thought?”

To be frank, it was just as embarrassing and nerve-wracking as he thought it would be, but after he got into the swing of things, it became less so. Focusing on the cameras and lasering his attention in on Jessica definitely helped alleviate some of that embarrassment and nervousness, but still, the amount of relief Parker felt after finally being able to put underwear back on was something he never thought he’d feel. “It was … ok. I’m just glad it’s over, honestly.”

The room boomed with Carter’s hearty laughter. “I see. If it makes you feel any better, I believe you performed amazingly next to your beautiful girlfriend.”

Carter let them go a short while after, but as they took the elevator down, another gnawing feeling of anxiousness he knew he would feel was reignited. It was when they stepped out of the elevator that Parker piped up. “Hey, what would you do if someone you knew ever found that video?”

“Hm?” Jessica said, turning to him.

“I mean … wouldn’t that be really awkward? And it would be pretty obvious that the other person wasn’t Hunter, right?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much about it. The chances that video being watched by a friend or something out of all the porn that exists in the world is slim to none. And even if they did, I doubt they would be able to tell; I’ve seen some of that studio’s other work, and they even modulate the voices of their actors and actresses.”

“Yeah, but … I mean, I doubt my parents watch any porn, but if they somehow find that video…” The thought alone was to start draining the color from Parker’s face.

“But, like, how would they find it? A friend of theirs who does watch porn sending it to them?”

Parker could only chuckle at the thought. “I don’t know. A friend of a friend, or maybe a son or something.” Turning to see the nonchalant on Jessica’s face made him continue, “What about you? What about your parents?”

Jessica shrugged. “They’re not the type of people to even associate with people who watch porn. But even if they somehow do find it, I couldn’t really care less what they think of it, or me.”

Parker kicked himself. The topic of her parents always seemed like a sore subject to Jessica with how infrequently she talked about them, but the jerk reaction to the thought of his own parents finding that video caused him to forget that. He remembered back to the day of Hunter and Jessica’s wedding, how in the place of Jessica’s parents sat a man who was later introduced to be the professor who advised her when she was in graduate school.

“I see. Sorry to hear that.”

Hearing Parker’s dejected response, Jessica turned to him and bumped his shoulder. “Hey, don’t be like that. It’s fine, it’s all behind me anyway.”

“Oh. Ok.”

Seeing as that barely affected him, Jessica decided to switch subjects while they climbed into Parker’s car. “Hey, there’s this girl I know from my childhood that I think would really get along well with you. Do you wanna meet her?”

Parker gave Jessica a cautious look after pulling out of the parking spot before responding with, “Um, sure?”

“Great! Ooh, she’ll love you, I’m sure of it.”

Parker didn’t really know what to make of that. After all, not everything about Jessica was sexual, was it?

“Oh, by the way, thanks for agreeing to carry me like how you carried Tiffany the other day.”

Jessica giggled at the sight of Parker’s face falling; she could’ve sworn she could almost see the mental facepalm he was doing. “Uh, no prob—actually—” admitting this was against his competitive nature, but if it meant Jessica would finally stop trying to one-up herself with her crazy antics, he figured it was worth throwing away his pride and admitting defeat, “—you ended up, what did you call it? ‘Soiling’ me or something?”

To his dismay, Jessica shook her head. “You have to take initiative on me and do everything on your own accord. I could tell how much you were forcing it—which I super appreciate, by the way—”

“Mmhm…”

“—but that doesn’t constitute as ‘soiling’ you, at least in my book. When the day comes that you fuck me like that because you want to is the day that I’ll consider that mission a success.”

Despite everything, Parker couldn’t help but sigh in relief. The help he earned with Tiffany from Jessica aside, he was thankful he gained at least one positive from all of this, as he was sure that day would never come.

Hmm, something about Jessica’s parents, and something about another girl Jessica wants to introduce to Parker? 🤔

Next chapter here.

[mssorceressupreme]

Hiii

I heard your requests were open 👀👀👀

Your writing is sooo amazing, it's addictive, like I can't get enough 😩🤚

Could I request a Minho X reader, reader is from Maze B, superrr close with Aris, and she's confident, sassy, sarcastic, loud and laughs a lot, total morale booster, she also cracks a lot of that's what she said jokes.

Since she's close W Aris, the boys might get the wrong idea and think they're a thing, but they clarify they're not lmao

You can ignore this request if you want, I just think you write so good, and so many people would love to read smth like this, I feel like some authors forget they're just teenagers ykwim?

It's so nice to see active Maze Runner blogs, especially when they write so bomb like you 😘

I hope you have a good day, never stop writing ♥️♥️♥️

Of course love, I’d be more than happy to write this for you 🥹❤️❤️❤️ Thank for the kind words, it really keeps me motivated, you’re such an angel 😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼 Hope you have a great day too lovely!! 😘🥰 (also so sorry for the delayed post, I’ve been so busy with assignments lately 😭 I hope this satisfied your prompt 💓)

Who is She?

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Summary: Sparked with curiosity, Minho follows you one day. And your relationship takes a turn.

Warnings: none really, it’s a sweet imagine I like to think

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The dining hall was a strange blend of sterile and vibrant. It was filled with chatter and the clinking of cutlery, the usual dinner routine. To you it was the most ‘normal’ atmosphere in this whole facility, the only time you felt sane. At least people weren’t shoving needles in your face, or interrogating you.

At one of the tables, the boys from maze A—Thomas, Minho, Newt, Frypan and Winston—sat together, their eyes scanning the room occasionally while engaging in conversation.

They were still trying to figure this new place out, especially the people in it. One of those people was you, confident in spirit and as sassy as can be, currently sitting with Aris. But they didn’t know his name, he was just a quiet kid to them, or your “boyfriend”, or so they thought.

“Whatever, I could take on 50 of those guards at once, they look like they’ve got no balls.” You sneered, while chewing on your food.

“Keep it low Y/N, we don’t want anyone overhearing us.” Aris warned.

“If I could set this whole place on fire, I would, but Stella won’t let me do shit. Don’t you think it’s time we try to escape?!” You huffed. Stella, one of the girls from maze B, was the bossiest girl you’ve ever came across. (aka the Gally of Maze B, before his redemption lol)

Mind you, she’s only alive to this day because you saved her from a griever…unfortunately. Sometimes you wished you left her in the maze.

Aris sighed, he too, disliked Stella. “Anyway, you should eat up. You’ve barely eaten since we got here.”

You slide your plate over to him, “Today’s your lucky day, I’m not hungry.”

He shrugged and began indulging in this second helping. Aris wasn’t much of a eater but boy, this is the first time you guys have had real food and he wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity.

“Look! An opening, I’m going to check it out.” You whispered, standing up as the guards walked away from their previous post.

“Y/N! Get back here!” Aris whisper-yelled, but you were determined to get through the other side of that door.

——

“Where is she going?” Minho observed as you made your way towards the door.

“Who?” Winston swiftly turned around, accidentally knocking over a cup of water in the process.

Newt chuckled, while Minho pressed his lips together. “Sorry, Minho!” Winston exclaimed, grabbing napkins.

“You’re alright man. I’ll be back.” Minho gave Winston a reassuring back tap, before leaving to find the bathroom. Or, maybe he just wanted to follow you.

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You managed to get past the doors. This was a way easier attempt than anticipated, you thought to yourself but shrugged it off.

However, you couldn’t help but feel like you were being followed. Regardless, you didn’t care, the only thing that mattered was finding out what these people were really behind.

You halted your tracks, observing your surroundings. It seemed to be a never ending grey hallway with millions of doors, great, that makes it sooo much easier for you doesn’t it!

As Minho turned a corner, he bumped into you, nearly knocking you over.

“Woah, watch it!” You exclaimed, steadying yourself.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there!” Minho was quick to defend himself.

You furrowed your brows, the newcomer from maze A. “Were you…following me?”

Minho scoffed, “Pft of all the people here, why’d you think I’d follow you.”

You shot him a look, “Oh come on, I’ve seen you newbies. You guys watch Aris and I like a hawke.”

One of the doors dinged, about to open, so Minho quickly reacted by pulling you by the waist into one of the tiny cracks in the hallway walls, adequate enough to fit two people.

“Stop touching me!” I grunted, pushing his hand away.”

“I’m barely even on you!” He retorted.

“Why were you following me anyway?!” I whispered, “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I had to use the bathroom! I’m wet if you can’t tell!” He responded, but it came out a bit too wrong. Minho immediately regretted how that sounded.

You held back your laugh, “That’s what she said.”

With a tiny bit of banter, Minho managed to break down your walls, all too quickly, something you weren’t really used to.

“So what are you up to anyway? Sneaking around like you own the compound.” Minho smirked, while keeping an eye out for any guards.

“I’ve seen them move bodies in and out of here like clockwork. Aris and I don’t trust these people.”

Minho’s eyes narrowed. “Oh yeah? You should get back to your boyfriend then. I don’t think he’d be pleased to know you were in a confined space with another man.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, no. Aris isn’t my boyfriend. He’s more like a brother to me.”

There was a moment of silence as you stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Before either of you could say more, you heard footsteps. A guard was coming your way.

Minho quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you into what seemed like a nearby closet, closing the door behind you. You stood close together in the dark, barely daring to breathe.

The guards footsteps echoed past you and faded away, earning an exhale from the both of you.

“That was close,” You whispered, “and wow here we are in another ideal place to be in right now.” Boy, you are one sarcastic girl, Minho thought.

“I know I love it here.” Minho’s breath warm against your neck.

In the confined space, your proximity made every small movement noticeable. He could feel the heat radiating off you, and your scent was intoxicating. You looked up at him, your eyes reflecting the dim light filtering through the cracks in the door.

“Why did you really follow me?” You asked, voice soft but filled with curiosity.

Minho hesitated, then decided honestly was the best approach. “I don’t know. I guess I was curious. You seem like someone we could trust, Thomas doesn’t trust the people here either.”

“Thomas?”

“Grey shirt, brown hair?” Minho described him, hoping I would recognise him.

“Ah yes, I saw his little incident yesterday. Attempting to fight a guard in the dining hall is daring, he’s got some balls.”

“Sure does.”

“You seem to know the place really well, we could learn a thing or two from you.” Minho added.

You smiled, a genuine one that made Minho’s heart skip a beat, “Well, maybe we both have a lot to learn about each other.”

Minho could see the flicker of something more in your eyes, a spark that mirrored his own feelings. He leaned in slightly, feeling the magnetic pull between them.

Before anything could happen, the reality of your situation came crashing back. You couldn’t afford to get distracted, not with so much at stake.

“We should get back,” you whispered, though your eyes said you didn’t want to move.

Minho nodded reluctantly, “Yeah, we should before anyone finds us here.”

You carefully slipped out of the closet, the hall now silent and empty. As you made your way back together, Minho couldn’t help but feel a new sense of determination.

You were in this together now, and he would do whatever it took to protect you and figure out a way out of her.

“Yo, Aris!” You called out as you re-entered the dining hall. Aris gave you a questioning glance, as you appeared with Minho, you simply nodded, signalling that you were fine.

Minho returned to his friends, who eyed him curiously.

“What happened?” Thomas asked.

“Just…getting to know our new friend.” Minho said, glancing back at you. You were already back at your table with Aris, but you shot him a quick, knowing smile.

Minho then gestured for you and Aris to come join them which you did.

“Don’t be shy, you can sit next to me if you’d like.” Minho smirked, gesturing to the empty seat beside him.

You scoffed, “As if.” But you bit your lip, hiding back a smile.

“Careful, her boyfriend might not like that.” Newt warned, glancing at Aris to see his reaction.

“Oh no no, we’re not a thing.” Aris was quick to respond, “She’s like a sister to me.”

You chuckled, “Besides, I’m more into leaders, I like a guy who can lead.”

“Someone like me?” Minho teased.

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah you wish. Who was the one leading you around just now?”

“Uh actually, if I can recall, it was me who had the reigns.” He hummed, smiling when he saw you get all worked up.

“Stand down maze boy, this is my terrain. You guys want a way out, Aris and I can help you.”

“Alright, so what’s the plan?” Thomas agreed, leaning in closely.

Minho shot you a smile, and you returned it, thought a bit cocky, he did manage to grow on you or whatever.

And for the first time, you actually felt a spark of hope. With extra manpower, you might be able to break out of this place.

You might be in a dangerous situation, but at least you weren’t alone. And Minho knew deep down, that together, you could face whatever came next, for once, everyone at that table felt hopeful.

The safe haven felt closer, and so did your friendship with Minho. But could this friendship blossom into something more, you often pondered.

Perhaps so.

You smiled, watching as Minho lead the next discussion. You could get use to this, it felt nice to be relaxed and not take the lead for once.

[yongbokology]

idk if you’re taking any requests or not but if you are could you write jungkook x thick poc 🫶🏽✨

ofc lovely, idk if you meant thick in terms of like reader having a fat ass or a chubby bodied reader or both but for now let’s go with the latter

piercer!jungkook x chubby bodied! poc reader

warnings; possible grammatical errors but f it we ball. smut. ginger yoongi cameo

poc coded for my poc girls

“fuck i’m so nervous..” you mutter to yourself, knee bouncing as you wait for your piercer to get their equipment ready.

you had just finished signing what needed to be signed and now you were waiting your turn but as the seconds went by you were thinking about booking it the hell on out of there.

“relax girl, you’ll be fine. i’ve been getting pierced here for years. they’re going to treat you right, i promise.” ninging’s reassuring you with her dainty, manicured hands, clasped over yours.

you weren’t scared about a needle going through your nipples but you were starting to become a tad self conscious about if it’d look good or not. you heard that this piercing in particular was a confidence booster and it made you want to get them even more.

before you could relay the message to your best friend, a ginger haired male appears from behind the black curtain that sectioned off the next room. with a nod towards said curtain, he gestures you over to follow him and with baited breath.. you do.

your throat feels dry and give one last look to ningning who’s giving you a thumbs up with a big grin stretched across her lips.

you let out a breath and pull the curtains back, entering the next room. your eyes are instantly met with a black chair you’d see in a dentist office and a whole set up that looks expensive as fuck.

pictures of people with various body modifications, tattoos and piercings litter the walls. your eyes travel across the room, taking everything in until they land on a pair of soft brown ones and it’s then, you finally see him.

he’s standing at one of the four corners of the room, cladding his hands in black latex gloves. his dark hair frames his face beautifully, falling a little bit above his broad shoulders. a lip ring hangs onto the bottom of his lip, a silver bar to match on his brow. the rolled up sleeves to his shirt gives you a view of arms, one littered with beautiful ink.

his lips curl into a smile as he immediately notes you ogling at him. the feelings mutual though as he takes in your figure. your outfit complimenting every part of you. there’s something about your presence that’s drawing him in and it’s not just your body.

“alright, i’m gonna go on break.” the gingered male announces, turning on his heels to exit the room.

now it’s just you and who you assume to be your piercer.

“you can have a seat in that chair over there,” his voice is sweet. it doesn’t match his looks at all but hey, you’re not complaining.

“I’m jungkook by the way.”

“..y/n”

you bite your inner cheek as you make your way over to the chair, holding your purse close to your stomach, waiting for further instructions. As you sit in the chair it’s dawning on you that this hot ass fucking piercer, looking fresh out of the front page of vogue, is going to see your tits.

The thought makes your chest feel heavy, you chew on your bottom lip in an attempt to control your mind from wandering elsewhere.

With all the shuffling behind you, you presume that he’s getting his equipment ready. You're lost in your thoughts, constantly turning on your phone to check the time and for notifications even though you knew there weren’t any. Your head snaps up at the sound of his voice, slightly startled due to the fact that it’s been a while since he spoke.

He’s standing next to you now. Matter of fact, towering over you, a soft expression etched onto his face.

“You know, if you’re uncomfortable with me doing it. Our female piercer is like coming in thirty-”

“No! I’m fine honestly,” you reassure the man but he’s not so convinced.. So you hesitantly press further. “I’m not worried about that.. It’s just that i’m kind of having doubts about getting them.”

In all of jungkook’s seven years as a piercer, he’s heard it all. He was familiar with the nervous looks and anxious ticks. He’s heard all in the questions and concerns in the book. So with that being said.

“You know,” he starts, resting his tattooed arm on the chair while leaning down towards you, that fucking grin forming on his lips again. At this point he’s close enough to the point where you can smell the faint scent of thc that’s over powered by the minty gum that he’s currently chewing.

Your heart is in your throat as your eyes are basically bulging out your head. You usually weren’t one for people being in your personal space but this was okay.. More than okay.

God, you felt like such a perv for wanting him to come in closer.

“I’ve heard that i’m pretty convincing. Why are you doubting the piercing?”

You swallow thickly, blinking rapidly as you try to find your voice. “I’m kind of worried they won’t look good on me.” your voice is small.

Jungkook is slightly taken aback, a hint of confusion spreads across his features before he drops it and flashes you a warm smile. “If that’s the case, you have nothing to worry about.. But if you want a second opinion, lift up your shirt for me.”

Your insides are internally screaming at the last part. Even though you were aware he was just doing his job, the tone of his voice was taking effect on you. So much so that jungkook notices the way your thighs subconsciously push together. Oh, he likes this.

It takes you a few seconds to actually grab onto the ends of your shirt, lifting it up over your breasts.

Jungkook runs his tongue across his pierced lip, eyes glued to your chest and for a while he doesn’t say anything and you begin to feel more self conscious than before. As you begin to pull down your shirt, he grabs your wrist with his free hand, he’s looking at you with an intense stare that makes your heart leap out of your chest.

“As a piercer, you have nothing to worry about,”

You find your lips moving faster than your mind is able to comprehend.

“Personal opinion?”

Jungkook’s gaze drops down to your chest before flickering back to your face.

“I’ll show you, if you let me,” he’s dropping down to his knees, face leveled between your thighs, tilting his head while he’s looking up at you. “Please?”

You immediately find yourself nodding. You feel your core heat beneath your shorts. You’re slightly startled when he pushes the lever down, bringing your chair down so that he’s face to face with your tits.

He’s staring up at you as he’s leaning in, looking for any signs of uncomfort. He’s so close now. His breath fans onto your sensitive bud, closing his eyes as he takes it into his mouth. It warm. So warm.

Your lip is pulled between your teeth as you watch him. His tongue swipes over your nipple and it’s then that you feel something small poke against it and it dawns on you that he has a tongue piercing. The realization makes your cunt flutter, you try clenching your thighs again but is obstructed jungkook whose body you forgot was in between them.

His hands find their way to your plush thighs, smoothing his palms over them as his eyes flicker open.

You can’t control the obscenity that’s flying out your mouth. “F-fuck.” you whimper which makes jungkook’s dick twitch in his pants.

He removes his lips from your now wet nipple, kissing the top of your knee. “You have to be quiet for me, pretty girl ‘kay?”

You look up towards the fluorescent light and silently nod, cheeks heating in the process at the nickname he threw in there.

He’s smiling before going back in but this time giving your other nipple some attention. His ministrations are ten fold this time. His tongue swirls against your nipple while sliding one of his hands onto your clothed cunt. His hand slides under your pussy, rubbing his nimble fingers against it. You’re responsive with a soft gasp leaving you. This makes jungkook smile and he switches from working his tongue on you to full on sucking your tit.

You look down to see jungkook and god does submissive look so good on him. He’s got an innocent look going as if he’s not making out with your tit and totally not trying to finger fuck you in the process.

The sight makes you moan softly, your back arches off the chair and this makes jungkook’s fingers move faster. He somehow finds your clit through your shorts and rubs it, applying pressure.

Your moans are music to his ears, he’s half hard but could probably cum off this alone. Pleasure looks absolutely gorgeous on you and he’d do anything to see you like this again.. Maybe even forever.

He’s lost in you until your breathing is heavy and you’re looking down on him again. “J-jungkook,”

He’s humming against your nipple “hm?”

“I’m gonna cum.” you’re whining at this point, face twisted and ridden with euphoria.

In one swift move that leaves you utterly speechless because he’s practically handling you with ease, he unlatches himself from your nipple and tears down your panties and your shorts down to your knees. He wraps his arms around your deliciously thick thighs, pulling you down towards the end of the chair, leaving your pussy exposed to him.

He takes a moment to admire how wet you are for him, practically drooling at how pretty your pussy is. He wastes no more time and attaches his lips to your clit, sucking on it harshly. His tongue delves down your slit then back up to your clit, flicking it with the ball of his tongue piercing.

your hands fly to his hair, tugging on it which makes jungkook moan into your pussy. the vibrations adding onto the immense pleasure you were already feeling.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, lost in the midst of it all as he goes from licking at your clit to full on fucking you with his tongue. your mouth is ajar at the feeling and soon enough you’re creaming around his tongue, a broken cry falling from your pretty lips.

jungkook laps it all up like a man starved. you shudder at the feeling of being overstimulated but you taste so good he basks in it, hoping that you have more for him. when he realizes that you don’t he taps your thigh to get you to look at him.

it takes all the strength you have left and crane your neck down towards him, slowly opening your eyes. jungkook smiles at the fact how utterly fucked out you are but still manage to look so pretty.

“piercing free of charge if you can squirt for me.”

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.

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please this was supposed to be like a small drabble

[griffxnhearts]

First attempt at making keychains. Merch of any kind, really. And it's been such a confidence booster to have done something like this. I only have three at present as a test, but I really enjoy how they came out and will most likely order more.

Along with at least one other tasty character. (For now.)

[lovsickk]

no thoughts just thinking of fucking omega!yuuji so hard he goes into his heat.

---

his drooling tongue lolled out of his mouth as a symphony of moans and mewls fell from his quivering lips.

“n–no more, please—!” yuujis hands clawed at the soiled bedsheets underneath him, holding on for support as you aligned yourself to his hole, ready to penetrate again for the umpteenth time.

yuujis cock twitched weakly as it slowly grew back to full mast. his body betrayed him, it seemed he was ready, if not practically begging for it all over again.

his breathless urgent gasps picked up, and his hole, his delectable hole contracted over your tip, already sucking you in.

that familiar scent of caramel flooded your senses making your head feel all the more fuzzy. his pheromones weren't supposed to be this strong unless…

did you manage to start his heat early?

not only was it a hell of a confidence booster, it was a trick you were sure to try again in the near future. you almost felt bad for the boy, almost.

“[name]… please–“ he sounded positively wrecked.

what was he begging for? for more, less? not even he knew.

incoherent babbles tumbled from the omegas lips as you released a flurry of thrusts to his cunt. a series of broken ah ah ah’s spewed from his puffy lips in rhythm with your.

his breasts were brazenly exposed as his back arched into your chest as you made an especially deep thrust, nudging his prostate.

shit, you could’ve came on the spot just by looking at his face. it put all pornstars to shame.

his lips were red and puffy from teeth clashing kisses and him biting his lips in a failed attempt to quiet his moans and his face was flushed rosy and beads of sweat tantalizingly trailed down to his chest.

“s–slow, you’ll break me–!” yuujis pleas fell on deaf ears, its not like he minded because his legs wrapped around your lower back pushing you in deeper.

"its okay baby, i've got you. can you cum just one more time for me? one more that's it, i promise. let me take good care of you." you and yuuji both knew it wasn't just going to be one more time but yuuji was your good boy, he would never disobey you.

yuuji acceded and nodded his vigorously as he whimpered, "mhm..!"

yuujis hands braced your shoulders as you leaned down to nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck where his scent was most prominent.

taking deep sniffs of his scent only fueled your arousal further as you felt the base of your cock swell with your knot, ready to stuff yuuji.

it was going to be a long night.

[hms-no-fun]

i have an intense love/hate with godfeels because it is beautifully written but it also makes me viscerally uncomfortable. something something disturbs the comfortable and comforts the disturbed probably. engaging with that discomfort teaches me more about myself and is definitely worth it for something like godfeels. any advice for constructively engaging with media that Pisses You Off, by no fault of the creator? what would you say to your haters in good-faith, if you could?

well, to be fair i have said plenty to my haters in good faith previously, but that was a very direct response. if you and i were having a polite conversation amongst the two of us, my first question would be "how far did you get?" godfeels has been going for six years now (!!!), and it's gone through many phases in that time. i'm at a point now in my life where if someone tells me gf2 didn't click with them, i'll probably nod and say "yeah it's rough around the edges, there's a lot of stuff i'd do differently today." the most vocal contingent of haters i've ever gotten were the handful of people who dipped at gf2.2 when june got superdrunk and accidentally murdered a bunch of people, assuming the story was going to be about how cool and based that decision was. anyone who's actually read gf2 to completion should find that misconception laughable. it also makes a difference if you finished gf2 and stopped there, or started 3.1 and fell off, or if you got through chapter 8 and fell off, or if you're currently reading Double Album. each of those is a slightly different conversation with its own pros and cons. whether or not i'd try to talk someone into continuing their read depends entirely on those questions (and also how self-confident i'm feeling in the moment).

i guess i would say to someone who is not enjoying godfeels that they should stop reading godfeels. it's an extremely heavy story that digs into a wide variety of traumatic subject matter. it is also deeply personal in a lot of ways, which is perhaps a weird fit for a Homestuck fanfiction. so i can understand someone from the wider fandom hearing about godfeels as "the June Egbert fic" being disappointed that it's not fluff. i've documented in the past how gf2 emerged out of my dissatisfaction with the image of "Hairclips June," whose transition exists off screen and whose acceptance by her friends is an obvious expectation. i kind of feel bad for how that shook out in the long term since, between the lengthy hiatus of hs2 and the broader strangulation of the post-canon movement during the pandemic, the canonical "Hairclips June" story (or at least "June Who Doesn't Suffer 100% Consequences" story) doesn't seem to exist. i don't mean literally canonical, i mean "seeped into the fandom's collective unconscious" canonical, like Detective Pony. there are plenty of fanworks that do a good or at least interesting job with June, but they're not *about* June in quite the same way godfeels is. it's entirely possible that such a thing DOES exist and IS popular (i freely admit to being out of touch with modern fanworks), but for better or worse godfeels still seems to be the thing that comes up most often-- and not always in a positive light.

for a while now i've been working on an "Author's Introduction" which on the surface is an attempt to contextualize the phases of godfeels for new readers, but in actuality is more of a history of/commentary on the post-2019 fandom and the so-called "Homestuck Renaissance." i see this as necessary because godfeels is an extension of that moment, in particular the loudly recuperative pro-Vriska boosters and their exquisitely galaxy-brained VrisRezi meta. then gf3.1 responded to the fandom backlash, chapter 8 responded to my experience watching every foundation of my post-transition life crumble during the pandemic, and then Double Album is an exploration of building yourself and community back up in the aftermath of tragedy.

it's not that this context is necessary to understand or appreciate godfeels, just that i think it helps put things in perspective. when i started gf1, i hadn't written fiction in nearly 7 years. today, the series is sitting just shy of the 500,000 word mark. at every step of the process, the quality and ambition of my writing has increased exponentially. there's a reason i've written Double Album as a jumping-on point for new readers-- besides being better in virtually every way that matters to me, it's also largely shorn free of the baggage that can make godfeels a hard sell for folks. whether or not it actually SUCCEEDS as a jumping on point is another conversation entirely.

so i guess all of that is to say, if we were having a private conversation just the two of us, i freely admit that godfeels is a wildly disjointed story on top of being extreme and often emotionally masochistic. i am proud of this work from start to finish, but it fundamentally is the process of its authorship in a way that a thoroughly drafted and edited novel simply isn't. i used to publish chapters the instant they felt done to me, with only minimal revisions. these days i let chapters bake a lot longer and put much more thought into how they fit into the larger whole. i kinda miss the old way but the new way results in much better work.

i'd be curious to hear what exactly it is that Pisses You Off about godfeels, and why you nevertheless feel it's a worthwhile reading experience. you ask me for advice on how to constructively engage with media that pisses you off, but i don't have any because in general i don't engage with media that pisses me off. i stopped reading fanworks after 2020 because everything that survived seemed to cater only to the sector of the fandom that harassed my friends out of their jobs and platforms. i found their interpretations/extensions of canon lacking, their tendency for straightforward fluff rather grating. i COULD have made that everyone else's problem, but what would be the point? i wasn't the target audience. i didn't enjoy the work, so i stopped reading it. i'd rather move on to media i enjoy than suffer through media i don't.

BUT. there's a fine line here, because it actually takes a lot to Piss Me Off. i don't really believe in rules or standards in art as Inviolable Laws Of Nature. my measure of whether something is good has a lot less to do with its inherent quality and a lot more to do with the balance between intention and execution. it rarely matters how amateur something is, if it meaningfully accomplishes the thing it set out to do then i'll probably like it (or at least respect it). i look for expressions of authenticity, moments where the artist and the medium are in perfect sync. there are plenty of critically praised pretty-looking movies and games with big production values that i don't particularly like. sometimes that's because they're a naked moneymaking enterprise disguised as art. sometimes it's a problem of too many cooks in the kitchen. and then sometimes an artist is just full of shit and doesn't really know what the hell they're talking about (i like to call these people "Californians"). mostly, i just embrace that art-making and art-viewing are inherently subjective experiences, and i find little value in numbered rating systems of any kind.

a lot of my favorite movies and albums underwhelmed me my first time through. they challenged me in a way that i at first interpreted as incompetence, but have come to see as brilliance. there's stuff i found alienating in high school and early 20s that i find deeply relatable in my 30s. as a film student i've had so many conversations with so many people who have wildly different takes on the same movie that i've completely given up on the idea that anyone is an objective arbiter of what's good and what isn't. the only real thing is if it works and if it works for you. i search for the best in everything, because at the end of the day i'm just here for the love of the game and i don't much enjoy hating things. for media to really Piss Me Off, to elicit a genuine I Hate You response, it has to be more than just, like, poorly edited or whatever. it has to embody a repulsive worldview, be a tool of jingoistic propaganda, or otherwise act as an extension of corporate greed and wealth extraction. these days i reserve my hatred for that which has connection to real Power and exerts a mass cultural Influence, or that otherwise blindly reproduces the same problems.

i think it's far easier to critically engage with work you don't like when you search for the things that work, rather than the things that don't. when it works, when it really clicks, you see what they were going for, and only with that perspective can you see why what doesn't work doesn't work. all i ever ask is for readers to take my stuff as it is, good and bad, and judge it on those terms. i find your use of "comforts the disturbed, disturbs the comfortable" funny and fitting. art that wants to be for everyone is art that cannot be for anyone. it is a perfectly round grey sphere that all who gaze upon it can agree "exists" and "succeeds at what it's trying to do." good art is imperfect, because it is the result of a perspective you may not share. i've never wanted to make art for the masses. i want to make the kinds of things that i wished existed when i was younger. there are a surprising number of people who feel that godfeels positively affected their lives, and i know that i have very little to do with that. godfeels is an object that exists in the world. i had ideas of what it was when i wrote it, but i can't control what anyone else sees no matter how much digital ink i spill trying to explain my original vision. if it truly comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable, then on some level i must have succeeded in what i was trying to do even if the path to getting there was spotty and rough.

i did the best i could at every stage of writing godfeels. i would do things differently today, but i also wouldn't be here at all if i'd done it differently back then. i try to extend this grace to other artists as much as possible, that we're all just figuring it out as we go along. but i also know that everyone goes to art for different things, and finds value in different aspects of its expression. really, all i ever want is to have a conversation about the object without the looming specter of Respectability Politics and Moral Hazards. it's when people start acting like godfeels is Dangerous, and that i'm dangerous by extension, that i start having opinions about where critics are fucking up. tell me what it does or fails to do. point at the text and show me you've read and comprehended it by citing your sources and arguing through the text instead of around it. absolutely fuck off with the moral hand-wringing about Transgender Representation and Glorifying Violence and Perpetuating Toxic Stereotypes. it's a fucking Homestuck fanfiction, for god's sake.

but anyway you're not doing that, so, good job! i'm glad you find the experience of reading godfeels illuminating even if it pisses you off. i hope you found this lengthy answer enlightening, and maybe a bit annoying also. consistency is key, or so they say

[deadbydangit]

...Small reader with Pyramid Head, Ghostface, and Knight? Like the other one you did? 😳

Your writing got me kickin my feet fr 😭🙏

Ha! I'm so glad! Coming right up. I hope you enjoy it.

With a reader who is very small. SFW and NSFW

Pyramid Head, Ghostface, Knight

Pyramid Head

SFW

Canonically, he's the tallest killer in the realm.

So, it's almost guaranteed that he's going to be bigger than you.

He's bigger than everyone.

He makes you look like a child you're so small.

But he absolutely loves that.

He loves hugs.

You can't wrap your arms all the way around him though.

He thinks that's the cutest thing.

He'll struggle to pick small flowers and put them in your hair.

So make sure you make him a flower crown too.

He can cup your whole head in one of his hands.

He can't really kiss you, so this is the next best thing.

Need help getting something?

He'll get it for you.

But he prefers to pick you up so you can get it.

Make sure to kiss his head as a thank you. That's what he's after.

He can lift you up with one arm and set you on one of his shoulders.

Being close to you like that really helps reassure him that you'll be safe.

He can be over protective and has the tendency to smother just a bit.

But it's just him showing you how much he adores his little flower.

NSFW

He's big everywhere.

And, if that isn't already plainly obvious, he'll make sure you know before he does anything.

Since he can't talk, he points to himself, then to you.

You have to be safe before he does anything.

He could seriously hurt you by accident.

As much as he'd like to be on top, he is deathly terrified of doing so.

He's always more focused about pleasing you before himself.

Instead, he'd rather you ride him.

You probably won't be able to take him all in.

But watching you try really gets him going.

You can attempt to suck him off.

But that isn't going to fit in your mouth.

It doesn't even fit in both of your hands.

Watching you sputter and gag on his member really concerns him.

He'd rather you not.

If you let him, he can get rough.

He'll almost split you in two.

But he prefers to keep that side of him in control, so don't tease him too much.

He cums, a lot.

You'll almost be soaked in it.

After, he'll clean you up and carry you everywhere you want to go and get you anything you need.

But after, cuddles are a must.

It isn't his fault you're so small and soft.

Ghostface

SFW

Danny isn't the tallest in the realm.

That doesn't bother him.

His ego is too big for that.

But he's going to tease the ever living shit out of you for being small.

And he is an ass about it.

In the real world, he'd be that dick who grabs you a kids menu and teases you about being small.

"I just figured since you're so small, you wouldn't eat that much."

And he's super self aware about how much of a dick he's being too.

"I wonder where they went? Oh, there you are! I didn't see you all the way down there."

"Oh, sorry. I can't hear you. You're too far away."

You want a hug? Better start climbing then.

Want something? He's going to hold it up higher.

Don't be afraid to tease him about something.

He needs a little push on his inflated ego once in a while.

He does love being able to carry you.

He'll just kind of throw you over his shoulder.

His favorite thing to do is pick you up into hugs and swing you around.

Sometimes a little too roughly.

You can tell him to stop, but he just can't help it.

You're just the cutest little thing.

NSFW

He's an average sized guy.

But watching you, being so small, take him in?

Makes him feel like the biggest.

Real confidence booster.

He's also really big into dirty talk.

"You can fit that whole thing in your mouth? But you're so small. You must've practiced. You dirty little whore."

"Aww, is it too much for you baby? Don't worry, I'm almost halfway in."

Don't take it to heart, he really is teasing. Make sure you give him some of that energy back.

He's rough, but just let him know if he's hurting you and he'll ease back.

He's not dumb, if he hurts you, you two can't have fun anymore.

If you ask, he'll get in between your legs.

"This isn't much of a meal here. I'll have to take seconds. Or maybe thirds."

Seeing you get worked up really fires him.

He likes to see how much of your body he can cover in his cum.

It's like his own personal competition with himself.

You're sleeping on top of him after.

You're like a little teddy bear.

And you're all his.

Knight

SFW

Torhos may be a big person, but he doesn't see the merit in the relevance of size.

Smaller individuals can provide just as much power as larger ones.

It's all about how that power is utilized.

Alejandro isn't that big of a person, but he's still able to wield his abilities.

Durkos showed more aptitude in stealth rather than brute strength.

So you being small doesn't mean a thing to him.

Of course, he doesn't expect you to be able to do the things he and his men are able to do.

You have your own set of skills.

Just don't be over reliant.

Sure, he'll help you reach something.

But don't ask for help all the time.

Independence is important as well.

He finds it humorous that he can just scoop you up and take you anywhere.

He isn't super gentle either.

Right over the shoulder you go.

You can protest all you'd like, but that isn't going to stop him.

It's also his way of showing to others that you're his.

No one would dare mess with Tarhos and his men if they knew what was good for them.

The others like to give you crap too.

But it's just the way they all show how much they care about you.

NSFW

He has to be the top. No exceptions.

But, if you ask nicely and do a good enough job, he'll let you try to top.

But that's very rare.

He's usually on top.

He likes to grab your hair and pull you down to service him.

He'll use the leverage to force you to take him all in.

The struggle you overcome for him lights a fire in him.

And make sure to swallow, don't waste a drop.

As a reward, he'll dive in between your legs, easily keeping them both open with one hand

Since you're small, it doesn't take him long to get you unraveled.

He isn't going to take his sweet time pushing into you.

It's going to hurt a bit, but once he's set his pace, you'll be in heaven.

He prefers to cum inside of you. It's one of his ways of laying claim.

"You took me well. Very good."

After care isn't really a big thing with him.

But he won't be angry that you can't move. Not after what he just did.

He'll get you what you need, but there isn't much cuddling.

However, he will carry you to bed and join you later.

He may not be the most affectionate, but he does care.

[wanderingmind867]

Here's more of my Justice League Canada ideas. And this won't be the end. Not by a long shot. Since I made around 82 issue concepts (plus three annuals), we're gonna be here a while, sadly. sigh...

Issues #16-18: Two or three standalone issues featuring our current 8 member line up. We get to see Guy Gardner's awkward integration with the team. Him and The Angel of Dawn don't get along, while Guy's background in education (a notoriously underfunded field) means he initially takes up a grudge against Ted Kord (seeing him as one of the rich elites contributing to the problems of society for poor and working class people).

But funnily enough, Guy and Billy end up best friends. Guy Gardner's background in working with kids with disabilities makes him a perfect match for Captain Marvel (a grown superhero who's secretly a kid). Despite not knowing Captain Marvel is Billy Batson, Guy Gardner and Captain Marvel pretty much become each other's best friends on the league.

1. Blue Beetle (Ted Kord)

2. Aqsarniit

3. The Angel of Dawn/Ange de L'aube (Samantha Guizzon)

4. Captain Marvel/Shazam (Billy Batson)

5. Gypsy (Cynthia Reynolds)

6. Red Tornado

7. Booster Gold (Michael Jon Carter)

8. Green Lantern III (Guy Gardner)

Issue #19: The beginning of a change in the ranks of the Justice League Canada, as told in six to seven parts. Part one here features the beginning of everything. Someone steals a powerful artifact from the museum of toronto, and yet he tripped no burglar always and nobody saw him. Perplexed by this, the Justice League Canada splits up to search Toronto for him.

In the end, they realize nobody saw him because the talisman he stole is a cursed artifact said to have control over the five senses. Secondly: his trail leads in two seperate directions. Some say he's headed for PEI, while some others said they saw him heading for Newfoundland. Unsure where to go from here, the team decides to split up: four of them will go to PEI and four of them to Newfoundland.

1. Blue Beetle (Ted Kord)

2. Aqsarniit

3. The Angel of Dawn/Ange de L'aube (Samantha Guizzon)

4. Captain Marvel/Shazam (Billy Batson)

5. Gypsy (Cynthia Reynolds)

6. Red Tornado

7. Booster Gold (Michael Jon Carter)

8. Green Lantern III (Guy Gardner)

Issue #20: As our four leaguers head to PEI, cracks begin to show in the relationship between Cynthia Reynolds and Red Tornado. Cynthia confides in Samantha that Red always feels so distant, and she doesn't like it. Meanwhile, Guy and Billy run into a young metahuman named Emily Harrison, and they have to team up with her and her dad's farmhand Jean in order to save her father (who's been kidnapped). So while the team finds no clues to the missing artifact in PEI, they do end up making two new allies here.

1. Green Lantern III (Guy Gardner)

2. Gypsy (Cynthia Reynolds)

3. Captain Marvel/Shazam (Billy Batson)

4. The Angel of Dawn/Ange de L'aube (samantha Guizzon)

Issue #21: The four team members that went off to Newfoundland arrive there and find that it's clearly the right place. Because the mystical thief has struck again, stealing some powerful abalone shell, said to house the spirit of an ancient water deity. The team manages to enlist the help of a hydrokinetic old fisherman named Sam, however. And Sam leads them right to the thief, because it's his estranged ex-wife Diana! Diana's trying to flood the globe as revenge for Sam cheating on her fifteen years ago, so Sam has some pretty important stakes in this quest himself.

Thankfully, Sam and the Justice League manage to stop Diane before she can go through with her utterly insane scheme to flood the world. But unfortunately, Sam's attempt to knock her out with his hydrokinetic powers only leads to her using the shell's magic to reflect the waters back at Red Tornado (and the shell sped the water up, so it's basically a mini typhoon). Hit by gale force winds and drenched in water, Red Tornado is broken and powered down. He's now in desperate need of repairs.

And since i didn't mention it earlier, Red Tornado vents to Ted and Michael about Cynthia, too. In his eyes, Cynthia is selfish. She knows he struggles with his inhumanity, and yet she brings it up and shames him at every opportunity. He can't handle dating her anymore, since she's just…so disrespectful of his needs.

1. Blue Beetle (Ted Kord)

2. Booster Gold (Michael Jon Carter)

3. Red Tornado

4. Aqsarniit

Issue #22: Parting ways with Sam (who's off to drag Diane to jail), Aqsarniit, Ted and Michael debate what they're supposed to do about getting Red Tornado back to Ottawa, now. But before they can worry too much about that, Aquaman bursts from the seas! Even though he may no longer be an active member of the team, he needs the aid of the Justice League!

Orm has couped Aquaman and stolen the throne back. And aquaman needs the league to help him take the crown back by force. If they don't, there's a good chance Orm will declare war on the surface world for the many injustices perpetrated towards atlantis. So our three heroes head to atlantis with aquaman (and aquaman promises to repair red tornado once all is said and done).

So from here we have the story I mentioned in my ocean master comic ideas post. The Justice League defeat Orm and his armies, Orm gets cast adrift by a powerful wave, and then Aquaman reclaims the throne of Atlantis. And although this is meant to be a joyous moment, I'd still want to make something clear here; and that is that Aquaman is a horrible ruler for Atlantis. He always looks out for the surface dwellers before looking out for his own people. He's a sellout. And one day Orm will return, and Orm will reclaim his crown…

1. Blue Beetle (Ted Kord)

2. Booster Gold (Michael Jon Carter)

3. Aqsarniit

4. Aquaman (Arthur Curry)

Issue #23: Our four heroes return to Ottawa and the Justice League headquarters, only to find that Doctor Destiny has trapped all the other team members inside his weird, sadistic dreams. Worse yet, he's teamed up with Scarecrow to do it. Doctor Destiny successfully manages to put Blue Beetle, Booster Gold and Aqsarniit to sleep. Meanwhile, they deactivate Red Tornado and lock him in a storage closet.

1. Blue Beetle (Ted Kord)

2. Aqsarniit

3. The Angel of Dawn/Ange de L'aube (Samantha Guizzon)

4. Captain Marvel/Shazam (Billy Batson)

5. Gypsy (Cynthia Reynolds)

6. Red Tornado

7. Booster Gold (Michael Jon Carter)

8. Green Lantern III (Guy Gardner)

Issue #24: Two new, unexpected sources save the Justice League from catastrophe. It's Deadman and The Red Bee! The Red Bee is secretly crown attorney Richard Raleigh (last seen in a cameo in issue #15), who's gained the power to talk to bees and shrink in size since last we saw him. He's also obtained a stinger gun and a jetpack. He was coming to see the justice league, hoping they'd accept him into their ranks. But instead, he finds Doctor Destiny and The Scarecrow holding the league hostage!

As for Deadman… he's been hanging out in desolate areas since he became a ghost again. Following the crisis, Boston Brand lost his physical body for a second time. And feeling depressed and miserable about dying but being consigned to earth for a second time, Boston Brand's just been haunting the earth and drifting around, since nobody can see him. For the past few years, he's been suffering from the crippling isolation of being dead a second time.

But recently, he began to have hope that he could finally make himself noticed. The Justice League is a big group (albeit one with a slightly less than prestigious reputation right now). So Boston Brand was planning to come to them and ask for their help. But since the team is now completely indisposed of by supervillains, him and the red bee both end up as the league's only hopes. So together, they save the League from Doctor Destiny and The Scarecrow!

1. Blue Beetle (Ted Kord)

2. Aqsarniit

3. The Angel of Dawn/Ange de L'aube (Samantha Guizzon)

4. Captain Marvel/Shazam (Billy Batson)

5. Gypsy (Cynthia Reynolds)

6. Red Tornado

7. Booster Gold (Michael Jon Carter)

8. Green Lantern III (Guy Gardner)

9. The Red Bee (Richard Raleigh)

10. Deadman (Boston Brand)

[artsyspinch]

Four years ago, I drew my first ever finished digital art piece, using a Huion 420 tablet off of Amazon, and Krita. I was so proud of it, I showed it off to my friends and family on instagram, and I didn’t think I could get any better than this. Fast forward to the next year, and I drew it again, just to see how much better I could make it.

This time I used a Wacom tablet with Krita. It was one of the cheaper ones, but still an upgrade. I was even more proud of this one, but I wasn’t really that happy with it. I didn’t like how Papyrus turned out, and it seemed so awkwardly spaced and posed. I knew I still had more to learn, and I rushed it, since I didn’t think I could do any better. I then decided to redraw it again the next year.

This time I used Ibis Paint X and a small stylus on my phone. I was ecstatic with how this came out. I thought this was the absolute best I could ever do, but I still had little nitpicks about it. Again, I struggled a lot with drawing Papyrus, but this time I was also unhappy with the colors and shading, and how Sans was drawn (I have no idea why I made him thicc). But again, I redrew it the next year.

This one was a huge confidence booster for me. I had just gotten a brand new laptop from my parents: A Lenovo Yoga, with a Wacom bamboo ink stylus. It was the best gift I ever received, but on top of that, they got me Clip Studio Paint PRO. So I was ready to make some good ass art. This time I sketched everything out on paper, then finished it in CSP. I even attempted a background, which didn’t come out too bad. Papyrus doesn’t look horribly off model, and the poses and composition overall was just better. I used a clean sketch for the lineart, since that was a big struggle with my previous versions, and I used colors other than black and white for shading. After I made this, I felt like I didn’t need to continue redrawing it, because I thought I was at my peak.

I redrew it this year.

I used my Lenovo Yoga, but this time I had a Wacom bamboo plus, and Clip Studio Paint EX. I added more characters, and took a little bit more inspiration from the original, but I mostly wanted it to feel more alive. I finally perfected how I draw Papyrus, and Toriel, Asgore, and Frisk aren’t statues anymore. I showed off what I’ve learned about lighting and shading, did actually clean lineart, and I even did a full background! I’m so proud of this, and so happy with how far I’ve come as an artist, and I can’t wait to see what my future self draws next year.

[ssereinopheliah]

Ficlet - espy

Eye contact.

Lando is good at making eye contact.

When he finishes a race, he looks for his friends. He gives Carlos a hug and look at him through his visor.

contact

He runs towards his engineers before every race, handing out fist bumps like little confidence boosters. He sees them.

contact

Back relaxed against the sofa, he glances around lazily, eyes jumping from face to face as Max speaks. He giggles at his friends answer, he’s asked a question. He looks over at the reporter.

contact

He’s filming a McLaren challenge, Oscar is beside him. Both of them are sitting on a white couch, cameras surround them as they answer a stack of cards given to them by the team.

They tried to focus on the cards, but veer away from the questions almost immediately and into their own little back and forth.

He looks up at Oscar, he’s smiling. The soft smile that usually indicated that he liked Lando’s half hearted attempt at a joke.

He speaks, looking over at Oscar, who was staring at his own prompt cards.

“mWatcha think Osc? Think that you can beat me in a padel match?”

He watches as Oscar grins, his lips stretched thin across his face before he looks sideways, at him,

he turns away at the exact moment

“Reckon I could yeah.”

Oscar replied, with a tone of conviction that can’t even persuade a frog to jump into water.

“yeah”

He had echoed back, throat tight from trying not to laugh.

No contact

Huh.

No worries, McLaren is just gonna cut that part out anyways.

————————.—

McLaren wins the constructors championship.

Lando sits down on the pavement at the end of the night. Tucked away in a small alley way lit by a lone street light. The night is cold, the winds are chilly and his shirt is thin.

He still feels warm.

His body thrumming with alcohol and the high from the win. Hands laying uselessly beside him as his phone buzzes, friends asking where he is.

He’s thinking.

.

.

Lando and Oscar, Oscar and Lando.

He think about them a lot.

He thinks about the stolen glances, the small understanding smiles, the half hugs, the casual conversations.

He thinks that there might be something more.

He thinks about the last race that just happened.

He doesn’t want to think about it anymore.

Lando and Oscar.. but Oscar’s too far away.

He can’t get a read on Oscar, Oscar can’t reach him.

A shadow falls on him.

He looks up,

contact

“Hey”

Oscar.

He smiles up at Oscar, his tongue and brain failing him simultaneously.

“Hey you”

Oscar smiles at him, soft.

Oscar’s eyes are brown, warm and inviting.

He’s overheating.

“Let’s go”

Oscar said, his hands reaching outward, trying to pull him up, up from the ground, and away from his thoughts.

Lando takes a chance.

He reaches out,

contact

Oscar’s hands are firm, his eyes set as he hauls Lando up from his seat.

Lando follows him, him body moving jerkily after curling into a ball in the cold night.

His eyes follow Oscar’s , as he started walking, hands still connected to Lando’s.

————

Lando never looks away.

Oscar’s reached him.

[bgomtori]

23 : light

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note! smau+written :) bad grammar and english 😢😢 AND CORNY 😭😭😭‼️

" y/n " you heard someone call out for your name, you heard around to see beomgyu waiting for you, he was wearing his favourite grey zipper hoodie, his wired earphone messily hanging loose around his neck. you quickly walked towards him,

" you feeling alright? " you were concerned. normally beomgyu wouldn't ask you to go out with him this late at night, unless something was bothering him.

" mm, let's just walk around that river. " he suggested, interlocking your pinkies together as you furrowed your eyebrows at him, he was definitely hiding something from you, something that's bothering him. however, you didn't want to push his boundaries, he must have his reasons to not tell you right now. beomgyu took a while to rearrange his thoughts, he doesn't want to make you worry too much about him, he licked his dry lips before speaking up,

" i dont know, im kinda anxious for the mini concert, like i know it's not a big concert, it's just underground but what if like i mess up. " beomgyu rambled on, you comforted him, reassuring him that he'll do fantastic. beomgyu smiled and thanked you for your attempt to make him feel better, which helped him a lot, to him your words were like a confidence booster for him. you two continued to walk along the streets, onto the main road of your neighbourhood.

despite it being midnight already, your neighbourhood was still bustling, cars zoomed pass the both of you in a fast pace, crowds echoing throughout the neighbourhood walls. apparently many people like to drink till late night in your neighbourhood.

after pushing through the crowds, you and beomgyu finally found a silver of serenity among the chaos. you felt at ease again as you listened to the calm waves crash into the rocks below you. with the vast night sky, beomgyu took in the breathtaking view - the moon shined radiantly, giving the river below a natural glow, and stars scattered throughout the sky.

" lets rest there, " you pointed at the benches facing the river, you knew that beomgyu needed a break from the things that had just happened. you sank into the benches, resting your head on beomgyu's shoulder.

feeling slightly bored, you kicked the small pebbles around you as they slowly fell into the river, making a small ' plop ' sound. looking at the the nightsky, you felt beomgyu nudge you slightly, passing you one side of his wired earbud. you smiled at him, placing the earbud into your ear, waiting for the music to play.

beomgyu opened his spotify app, and clicked on the playlist the both of you created together, it included songs that reminded both of you about each other and each moment that gave you two a sense of comfort. as beomgyu hit the shuffle button, ' light ' started playing, you smiled slightly when you heard the familiar tune. whatever drug this song had, it definitely made you feel all bubbly on the inside. you hummed along to the tune, as you fiddled with the hairtie that was on beomgyu's wrist. he looked at you with much adoration, before asking,

" this is your favourite song right? " you nodded in response, enjoying the soothing melody of the song. in moments of misery and feeling unable to help yourself, 'light' has always reminded you of beomgyu. when you felt incapable of doing anything, he was always there to comfort you, even if he was busy. he was like the light to your darkness, the sun to your moon. there was something about him that brought you happiness and warmth, and you didn't want to lose him at any cost. as you related beomgyu more with the song, the more uncertain you felt.

" do you think we'll ever stop being friends? " you suddenly questioned, beomgyu was taken a back, why would you suddenly ask that. you quickly apologised for asking such a random question, as beomgyu looked at you with slight confusion with a hint of worry behind his eyes.

" even if we stop being friends, i would still want to find you and be with you.. you know like how the sun and moon always chase each other? yea. i don't know how to phrase it but, i'll always be your light " beomgyu replied,

" stop what the fuck that's so corny but sweet, since when were you this poetic. " you stared at him in pure shock as he laughed at your reaction, shrugging at your question.

" i guess i'm made for saying stuff like that " beomgyu joked, praising himself as he held onto your hand, smiling to himself. even knowing that the both of you will choose completely different career paths, he doesn't want to drift away from you. beomgyu has always found solace in you, even though he rarely shows it, he has always been in a rough postion ever since highschool started for the two of you. only you and the boys were able to bring him happiness and meaning to life, especially you, he is always grateful that you came into his life that one random day when you two were younger.

" wanna go back? it's almost 2. " you rubbed your tired eyes and hummed in agreement to beomgyu's question. you stood up as you stretched your stiff body before linking your arm with beomgyu's, walking back to your apartment together.

[canines-alter-creation]

HI i saw the word parkour and jumped into the ask box faster then Clown doing a parkour race Could I have a EMF/Evbo's Master Friend fictive? Everything else is up to you i just want my friend back tbh :sob:

-- Your local Evbo fictive :D

Hi Hi!! This is so exciting for Us+!! We've+ picked up a recent fixation in Parkour Civ (I+ may go back and watch it again after this :p) but here is Our+ attempt at an EMF pack!! I+ took off a lot of the linked stuff (faceclaim, moodboard, song theme) just because it's. . . difficult to maintain from time to time. That being said, I+ hope this is helpful! I+ sort of based it around to match the Evbo pack I made, so some of the details are match-y with that one, but you're sourced off of Evbo and can of course change details to better match you!

As always! Not all alters based on this pack are going to turn out exactly as described but I+ hope it is helpful nonetheless.

+ parkour, source, sourcemates, gold or jewelry, shiny things in general

Name(s): EMF, Champion, Gold, Ender, Noir, Anubis

Pronoun(s): he/it/voi/win/par/kour/crown/gold/dia/mond/boot/

Age: ageless, but appears around 18 or 19, or similar age to Evbo, maybe a year older!

Gender: voidgender, genderlessmasc, hornjewerlyaesic, demonichandsgender,

Sexuality: masc attracted, demisexual

Role: Co-host (matching to Evbo pack) or confidence booster/mood booster

Source: alterblogic + Parkour Civilization

Sign-offs: 👑,💛,🖤,🐦‍⬛

Front triggers:

/ sourcemates, a friend being down or needing uplifting

+ parkour, Evbo, shiny things, going outside, being around people that are encouraging and fun

- feeling hopeless, bed rotting, doing poorly in things that are important to voi (schoolwork, artistic ventures, physical activity, work performance)

Likes/dislikes:

- Seawatt, being ignored, being let down or abandoned, situations with no positive offset

Personality: EMF seems cocky, he talks a lot about himself/the body, but it's really more of a reflection of his pride. He's proud of his friends and of himself, and that includes the system and the body, he wants to inspire confidence, and that might mean setting boundaries and pushing for everyone to respect the system/body. Unfortunately he may struggle to set boundaries with close friends or people he finds important just because he wants them to like him. He may also at times get too cocky about his abilities and needs someone grounded to give him a reality check.

Ways they do their role: EMF may talk a big game, or boost the system's confidence by talking about themselves and the body in a positive manner. Their role is to make everyone feel good, and content and that sometimes means giving the tough love of getting people out of their slump. They might drag or push people into doing things they might not initially want to to get them out of their shell (like making someone go dancing to get them to try new things or to get them to stop stressing)

Inner world occupation or behavior: May seek out high status jobs or friends, working alongside architects and managers to help build and alter the innerworld. May seek out high in the air places to live, and might be difficult to find or meet with because of this. May also hold gold and jewelry, almost in a dragonlike way.

Possible outerworld behavior: Very uplifting, to a point of almost being aggressive, especially for himself and friends, might take stupid risks, might like jumping or doing parkour

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Pick a fic (5/5)

The Love of DaVinci: Ted Kord is an inventor who tests his inventions as a carnival sideshow attraction, playing the role of a mad scientist. He starts feeling burnt out as his attempt at his newest invention fails... Until a mysterious man named Booster Gold shows up. (jli; blue boostle; circus/carnival AU)

A Guy Is An Island: Guy is stranded on an island with a group of children after his ring loses its charge. (jli)

Double Booked: Grant Wilson and Guy Gardner cross paths as complete strangers when they're forced to share a hotel room during a citywide emergency. (jli; GuyGrant; no powers AU/oneshot)

never a son: Guy Gardner takes in a little Gothamite after chasing an alien virus to the boy's hideout.

To Cry Alone: AU where Alan Scott finds Todd Rice as a child. (jsa; canon divergent AU)

across a river deep and wide: Jay Garrick and Alan Scott confront their feelings for each other on a camping trip that takes a turn for the worse. (jsa; JayAlan; college/university AU/ no powers AU)

Lady in Black: Jennie-Lynn and Todd's powers are swapped in this canon-divergent AU. (jsa; canon divergent AU/powerswap AU)

this many hours: Alan stays over at Todd’s house to keep Todd company while he is out sick with the flu. (jsa; sickfic/ oneshot)

straight to her heart: Jay’s friends help him build up the confidence to grab Joan Williams’ attention. (jsa; Jay Garrick/Joan Williams; no powers AU/HS AU)

✨ Pinterest Boards Under the Cut ✨

[jedidryad]

WIP Wednesday: Wardrobe changes and the Errant Venture

In I, Jedi, after he sneaks onto Corellia to visit his grandfather, Corran returns to the Errant Venture where he runs into Mara.

Here is some of that encounter from Mara's perspective...

I slung Calrissian’s cape over my shoulder and tried to smile at what he would say when he saw his closet. While it was entirely possible I’d have to play that role eventually in our investigation, it was pointless to try it here on the Venture. Booster clearly didn’t even buy our romance cover story let alone me having some sort of personality transplant. 

But Mirax’s absence was only more obvious as I spent more time on the ship and I found myself wandering a bit more aimlessly than I would have preferred. Really I should have been sitting on the Diamond level indulgently watching Calrissian play Sa’bacc or whatever else he’d been gambling on up there, but while I’d played that role suitably the day before, I really didn’t feel like it now.

I passed the tapcaf we’d shared a pastry at and was stunned to realize that had been more than a year ago now, almost two. She’d been gone so long. The confidence I’d offered Faughn a few weeks back withered in the face of that realization. It started to seem less and less likely that she’d be found. 

As I contemplated giving into my grief, the longing inside me was suddenly magnified and I realized it wasn’t just mine anymore. I’d been away from Force sensitives long enough that I hadn’t been maintaining my shields. I tugged them back up as I recognized that a familiar presence had dropped out of hyperspace. Someone who definitely had more reason to long for Mirax at the mere sight of the Venture.

I pulled my comlink off my belt and got on Booster’s frequency.

“What is it Jade?”

“Your son in law is here. When you’re done with him can you send him to my landing bay? I need to talk to him about my ship.”

“Of course I will.” he replied, shifting smoothly from surprised to pleased, no doubt at the idea that I would make Horn suffer for the state of my headhunter.

I didn’t have to wait that long, but between my sadness and restlessness, I was feeling impatient, and after a while, I decided to go find them. I quickly realized Booster had cleared Horn for the same docking bay as my ship. That would simplify things.

I re-adjusted the cape, wondering for the 17th time in the past hour how in space Calrissian wore these things all the time, and strode stiffly towards the two men having a far more genial conversation than their reputations would lead one to expect. 

I got in earshot just in time to hear Booster say something about seeing to Calrissian’s comfort.

“Don’t concern yourself that much with it.” I growled as I attempted to balance the cape on my right. What was it made of that made it swing so much?

Horn looked amused: “aren’t you in some sort of business with him?”

“Some sort, yes.” I grumbled, not wanting to pretend in front of a friend, but also not feeling like explaining anything. The fewer beings who knew what we were actually up to, the better. Horn seemed baffled by my outfit though so I figured I could at least explain how I wound up in Calrissian’s clothes.

“I bet he loves  that,” Horn chuckled as I complained that Calrissian’s tunics were too tight in the shoulders.”

“He doesn’t.” I smiled in a way I knew wasn’t all that pleasant and decided that I would likely continue to steal Calrissian’s clothes to bother him. And then I remembered all the questions I wanted to ask. They all boiled down to one thing.

“How was Luke when you left the academy?”