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rafe cameron x bunny!reader

part 1. this is my au so don't think too much about canon lore. characters, times, events, ect... might not match but PLEASE JUST ENJOY THE STORY PLEASE JUST GIVE IT A CHANCE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASe

warning: 18+ read at your own risk. this is a dark fic loosely inspired by the tv show you. dubious content lies ahead, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

UNC Chapel Hill: September, Sophomore Year

there was nothing rafe cameron hated more than being tutored. it made him feel stupid, needing someone to explain and break down concepts that others understood easily. ward used to lose his mind trying to find rafe new tutors because in all honesty, when rafe felt cornered or helpless, he got nasty. saying the rudest things that made these well-paid, private tutors basically discard a paycheck, was one of the first times rafe ever felt true power. the first time he ever came close to knowing what his dad felt like, even though his dad had a much better reputation than rafe ever would.

rafe especially hated english. the books were boring and he could never be bothered to sumbit more than a half baked essay regarding the text. that's how he ended up in the study room in the library sitting across from you. he remembered you from class, the TA. you always sat besides prof. callahans desk and you looked younger than any TA he had ever had, probably even his age. your face was familiar but rafe couldn't put his finger on it. you were clean, you smelled good, and your nails were done which meant you had the time and money to take care of that kind of thing when most college students forget to feed themselves. you occasionally looked up from the signup sheet as the minutes ticked 5 past 3pm, where only rafe's name was signed.

"i guess we can start now." you mumbled, flipping your notebook open. "this weeks quiz is going to cover part 1 of crime and punishment. have you... started the reading?"

rafe's hard gaze bored into yours and he shook his head without another word. he was thinking about how cute and neurotic the way you had your notes organized was and how soft you spoke to him. were you scared of him? rafe was intrigued.

"okay, no biggie. we can just start there. did you check out a copy of the book?" you asked, pulling out your own copy that was bursting at the seam with sticky notes and colored tabs. again, rafe wordlessly shook his head. "good thing we're in the library. come on, let's go see if they have any left."

rafe followed close behind you, you could practically feel him breathing down your neck as you walked through rows of books before finding the one you were looking for. you showed rafe how to check a book out before returning to the study room. "okay. let's start."

you began dissecting the book from the very beginning, soft voice describing the historical context of the book. rafe was surprised at how well he was keeping up. it didn't hurt that you were cute, nose all blushed and button, scrunching up whenever you couldn't read your own handwriting in your notes. a pair of clear framed glasses sat on the bridge of your nose which you constantly adjusted due to your eyelashes hitting the glass. you had a habit of licking and biting your lips, applying lipgloss on every "brain break" as you called it. maybe all this time, all he needed was a cute tutor that he could stand looking at.

in between writing notes and flipping through the book, he caught glimpses of a "j" necklace dangling in your cleavage. did your name start with a j?

"what's your name?" rafe asked once the two of you began packing your things up. it was now 7:30 with the sun beginning to set. you told him and he repeated it under his breath.

"my friends call me bunny though." if you're bunny, who is j? you tossed your bag over your shoulder and let your hair down from the claw clip that was holding it up. it billowed over your shoulders and you tucked a few stray strands behind your ears after taking your glasses off. you weren't the shy good girl he met at the beginning of the session, no, you were different. good girl in front of everyone but he knew there was another energy in you that he wanted- no he needed to see. rafe watched you leave, staying a few steps behind, where he could comfortably watch you and before he knew it, you were jumping into the passenger side of a beat up old brown van that pulled up, and leaning over to give whoever was driving a kiss.

rafe felt a familiar, red hot anger wash over him. the first time he felt that anger was when sarah was born and ward wouldn't stop fawning over her. ward basically forgot he had a son when sarah was born which made rafe incredibly insecure. that insecurity built a home inside rafe's heart, where any little inconvenience could turn it into an ugly monster with sharp teeth and a desire to tear everything in sight into fucking pieces. this time, the monster was awakened at the reality of you having a boyfriend.

against his better judgement, rafe ran to his truck the second you took off, speeding down the road he saw you drive down. it took him a minute, but he managed to find the shitbox on wheels you were riding around in. he made sure to stay far enough away to where it didn't seem suspicious, but close enough to where he wouldn't lose you again.

he wouldn't lose you again.

he repeated that phrase to himself as he drove into jacksonville and while he parked his car a few spaces from the van in a place where your little group was fully visible. you came to the beach. there was 3 guys, 1 girl, and you. gone were your leggings, tank top, and cardigan. instead, you donned a pair of cutoff jean shorts, a bikini top, and a huge smile on your face as you settled yourself in the blonde boys lap.

rafe thought he recognized the group you were with, but he was hoping his eyes were just playing tricks. of course, it could never be that simple because rafe did know them. the pogues. what were they doing on the mainland? he hadn't seen them in a while and was getting used to not having to see or smell them other than when he went home for holidays.

jj, he knew worked in the cafeteria ever since he graduated earlier in the spring, which is probably how he met you. rafe had never been fond of jj, in fact, rafe lived to antagonize jj back on the island (if he cared for the cafeteria food, he would probably be in there a lot more to mess with him) so him having you felt like poorly timed karma. to be completely honest, rafe hadn't expected such a dramatic shift of power dynamics when coming to college because now there was at least 10 other rafe's who were dating the girls he should have been dating. he did just fine at parties, more than fine, but he was starting to get tired of drunk girls who just lied there all limp and sweaty or threw up on his dick (happened twice freshman year and he didn't enjoy it like he thought he would). the first decent, eligible girl he meets is getting her pussy dug out by jj maybank of all people and it felt like someone, somewhere was laughing at his misfortune. it almost made him want to give up on you.

almost.

he would never let jj maybank win at anything, let alone your heart. there was just something about you that he couldn't let go. the only thing he couldn't figure out was why everyone else was here too? none of them had a chance of getting into chapel hill. you either had to have perfect grades, be incredibly wealthy, or be a legacy student. thankfully, rafe managed to be 2/3 of those things.

rafe sat back in his seat and just observed you. he cracked his windows open and tried to listen to your conversation but he was too far to hear anything other than laughter and unintelligible voices. he pulled his phone out and typed your name into instagram, easily finding your very public page.

rafe decided to do some digging. he would start at the bottom. scrolling all the way back through a very curated feed (rafe could tell you pick and choose which of your old posts get to stay up and which ones ruin the feed) rafe felt his heart sink.

he knew you.

OBX: Summer 2018

"come on, bunny, i don't wanna go without you." your friend, esther, pleaded. she had been invited to rafe camerons party, a coveted event where anything and everything happened. esther was dating rafe's friend kelce, who invited her to the party.

"you're not even gonna talk to me so what's the point in going." you responded, filing your nails while you laid in bed.

"honestly, when's the last time you really went out? you only ever go to the country club and don't say your parents make you because last time you weren't even with your parents."

"well, the old men buy me drinks if i talk to them and make them laugh. sometimes they give me money. one of them gave me this tiffany bracelet." you stuck your wrist out to show off the silver bracelet with the heart tag which was branded with the company's insignia.

"that's kinda gross." esther scrunched her nose. you only shrugged your shoulders.

"so is going to a party at rafe camerons house. jungle juice is probably roofied" rafe had been the stereotypical jock douchebag who only hung out with other jocks, cheerleaders, or other impossibly gorgeous girls. you saw right through him which is why you never caved. not when he invited you to his lunch table, not when he asked you out, not when he tried to grind against you on the dancefloor at junior prom and called you a bitch when you pushed him away. at some point, rafe stopped trying trying with you and turned his attention and "where my hug at?" energy towards other girls who were much more susceptible.

"so we'll pregame. just please don't make me go alone." in a flash, esther sat on top of you and pinned your arms down while a string of "please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top!" tumbled out of her mouth.

"OKAY!" you had enough, but were still giggling. "i'll go, just get off of me so i can change."

"yay!" esther rolled off of you. "wear the black one, the one that makes you look slutty."

"aren't we supposed to be getting you laid?" you asked, looking through your closet that was practically overflowing with expensive name brands.

esther looked down at her hands. "me and kelce already..."

"no way. really?" she nodded and you squealed rushing over to hug her. "babe i'm so proud of you! wait- why do you need me there then?"

"its the first time i'm meeting his friends and i'm nervous." she explained, now looking through your clothes with you. "i need a buffer, yknow, a cute friend who can keep my boyfriends friends occupied."

you blinked. "so basically, you're whoring me out?"

"you just told me that you talk to old men for money and gifts."

"yeah and they don't even get to see me in my little black dress."

when you arrived at the party, it was in full swing. rafe caneron's parties had a reputation. booze flowed, drugs were shared, and there were enough rooms in the house for every couple to get busy in. it was the perfect haven for teen delinquency.

you were unimpressed, as per usual, with rafe's antics. he had been in the pool when you arrived, a girl on either side of him while he smoked a joint.

"how long do i have to stay?"

"until you start enjoying yourself."

you went to the bar. grabbing a red solo cup, you mixed yourself a drink of cherry vodka and coke. you chugged it, always having the attitude that when it came to alcohol you had to get right to the point. when you finished it, you made yourself another one.

"excuse me." a hand gently placed itself on the small of your back which made you jump. "my bad, didn't mean to scare ya- hey you're esthers friend right?" it was topper. "i just saw her with kelce. i'm topper." he stuck his hand out.

"bunny." you took it.

"whatcha got there?"

"chery vodka and coke."

"nah nah nah- you like the cherry vodka?" you nodded and he took your cup from you. "let me make you a drink."

"okay." you watched his every move as he fixed cherry vodka, cranberry juice, and lime in a brand new cup. "thank you. what is this?"

"it's called a cherry bounce. cheers to you, bunny. hopefully this isn't the last time i see you."

you only smiled at him, tight lipped and gently tapped your cup against his before taking a drink. "topper, this is really good. make me another?"

"you're not even done with that one yet." with that, you drank the rest of your cup. "okay, party girl." he took your cup back and fixed you another. "you wanna dance?"

you hated to admit it, but you actually were having a good time with topper. he was funny, kind, nice to look at, and he was a good dancer. the night was going so good, until esther invited you and topper to sesh with her, kelce, and rafe as the party died down.

it wasn't the sesh that was bad, no, you even managed to be polite and sociable with rafe. it was after the sesh when your drinks had caught up with you and you needed to pee. "esther can you show me where the bathroom is?" you asked but it fell on deaf ears as esther and kelce were mouth fucking.

"c'mon. i'll show you." rafe got up and began walking inside the house without another word. you quickly followed, only wanting to relieve your bladder and be alone for a few minutes to gather yourself and your thoughts that were racing on account of the sativa blunt you had just smoked.

rafe walked up the stairs, basically torturing your bladder with every step until he got into his room. "just use this one."

you were too desperate to argue about whatever his intentions were bringing you here so you went in and almost tripped over yourself getting to the toilet. you made it through, no accidents happening and feeling a lot more gone than when you walked up the stairs.

you stepped back into rafes room and he was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for you. "you okay? you were in there for a while."

"yeah." you stumbled over to sit next to him but he got up and went to his window. "just a little dizzy."

"everyone fell asleep." rafe watched his friends make themselves comfortable on the outside couch on this hot summer night. you climbed over his bed and looked out the window at the sight of your friend asleep on her boyfriend's chest and topper asleep, hugging a pillow.

"do i get a prize?" he cocked his head at you. "for being the last one awake at a rafe cameron party?"

"what do you want?" rafe asked you seriously and you sighed, lying back against his navy blue sheets.

"for you to not be such an asshole." you murmured and stared at the ceiling. "i mean, you're really cute but you ruin it by being... you."

"i knew you had a thing for me." rafe must have only heard half of what you were saying because he was taking his place back next to you on his bed. "c'mere." he patted his lap and it didn't take much more coaxing than that to get you crawling into his lap. he positioned himself the way he wanted you, straddling him with your crotch right on top of his. "been waiting for you to finally come around." he trailed his hands up and down from your waist to your ass. "y'gonna let me inside that pretty pussy babe?" rafe whispered in your ear, sending all your intoxicated arousal straight to your core.

if you had been in a clearer state of mind, you would have never even been in rafe's room, but here you were letting him guide your hips to grind against you through the thin layer of your black lacy panties. your short dress had already ridden up your thighs, exposing you even more than you already were.

unexpectedly, rafe tugged the top of your dress down and leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. when he grazed his teeth against your sensitive, hardened peak, you gasped and jolted against him. "rafe." you whispered, trying to get his attention because your head was spinning. instead, his hand found a place between your legs and pushed your panties to the side, dragging his fingers through your folds and spreading your wetness. he used it to rub your clit in circles, encouraged by your whimpers in his ear. "oh rafe..." you felt your orgasm building quickly due to your drunken state, but you also felt a pit building in your stomach. this felt wrong.

you blinked and you were on your back. your dress had found a place across your stomach and your panties were torn off of you without your knowledge. you closed your eyes, hoping if he thought you were asleep that he would just stop.

of course, things would not be that simple.

while your eyes were closed, rafe got undressed and slipped a condom over his cock. he grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips to prop your pussy up for him at the perfect angle. he took his cock and tapped it against your clit. "wake up, sleepy girl." you only whined and tried to close your legs but he forced himself between them so you couldn't.

your eyes snapped open when you felt the intrusion of his cock. "uhhh..." you let out a mixture of a moan and a whine. the stretch burned because no matter how wet you were, rafe was objectively big, especially the mushroom tip of it. you didn't know if it was the liquor, the weed, or what, but you could basically picture what it looked like based on the way it felt inside you.

rafe gave you no time to adjust and set a punishing pace off the bat. he had one of his large hands splayed over your stomach, pushing down and making you let out a short, loud moan. "let me hear you. wanna hear how good i fuck this pussy." rafe grunted while thrusting in and out.

you, in your state, were incredibly embarrassed no matter how good he hit your spots so you were barely letting any noise escape your mouth.

"always playing hard to get... you're gushing around my cock... and making a mess on my sheets... but you still act all stuck up..." rafe spat at you through his teeth and you let out another high pitched whine. he punctuated each word with a hard thrust, his balls now slapping your ass with vigor. "gotta put you in your place, huh?"

he flipped you over and pulled you onto all fours. his hand splayed across your back this time and pushed your chest into the bed, creating a beautiful arch to your back. "so fuckin pretty." he moaned when the slid back into your tight warmth. the change of position did nothing to help you hold onto the little composure you had as he was now deeper than before, mushroom tip generously rubbing against your g-spot and his balls now smacking your clit. you were too far gone to care how you looked throwing your hips back against his. "fucking slut." he grunted, grabbing a handful of your hair. "y'wanted this huh? yeah, yeah, you been needing this huh?"

you could only moan as he painfully gripped your hair and pushed himself balls deep, rolling his hips against yours. "you like the way i fuck you baby?"

"mhm..." you had your eyes closed as you focused on the tension building in your stomach. a heavy hand landed a smack against your ass.

"use your words. you like my cock?"

"i love it..." you desperately moaned out.

"good girl." rafe pushed your head back into the bed and drilled his cock into you brutally. you were struggling to hold your hips up, but rafe held you up with one arm. "fuck... m'gonna cum. y'gonna let me cum in this pussy?" rafe grunted and pulled out, sliding the condom off before thrusting back into you. "there we go." he spoke through gritted teeth. "thatagirl, pussy feels like heaven."

you felt the difference and opened your mouth to protest but all that came out was unintelligible pants and moans.

then you saw white.

your orgasm washed over you, making your pussy clench and flutter and cream around rafes cock. you felt rafes hips stutter against yours and then you felt hot ropes of cum paint your insides. you couldn't stop moaning because rafe was still inside you, slowly thrusting and rubbing your clit. "so fucking tight..." he commented as he watched the way your pussy suctioned his cock and pulled out.

against your knowledge, rafe had been recording since he got you in doggy and was still recording. "shit..." he groaned as he focused the camera on your glistening pussy. a drop of his cum came dribbling out and he pushed it back in, earning a soft "ahhh..." from you. he played with your sensitive cunt until you came again for the camera and passed out.

when you woke up, you were alone. for a brief moment, you hadn't remembered what happened and were just confused as to where you were. you peered around the room and saw your dress and torn panties and it all came rushing back. the drinks, the sesh, having sex with rafe cameron. he must have changed you because you didn't remember putting on one of his shirts or sweats.

you checked your phone and your parents had been blowing you up since 8am. it was noon. you had missed calls from esther and a series of texts that said she couldn't find you in the morning and hopes you made it home safe. "shit." you groaned and got out of bed, legs sore from the sex you could only remember flashes of. you tidied the room up and changed back into your clothes before walking downstairs with your heels in hand. you slowed as you reached the foyer, hearing voices from the parlor.

"i don't know dude, doesn't feel right to watch this."

"she was totally cool with it, c'mon."

"you're gonna wanna see this."

you recognized the voices as topper, rafe, and kelce. then a video began playing and at first it just sounded like porn, then you realized it was your moans streaming through rafes phone.

"you like the way i fuck you?"

"mhm..."

"use your words. you like my cock?"

"i love it..."

"good girl."

you felt sick to your stomach as you heard the boys commenting on the video. how could you be so stupid? of course rafe would record you without permission while you were off your ass last night. you only blamed yourself as you walked home from tannyhill.

the video followed you around over the summer and you only managed to escape it when you went off to college.

rafe never thought twice about you after that.

JACKSONVILLE: Present.

rafe stared at your instagram feed in utter disbelief. he hadn't thought about you or the video since that summer. he honestly forgot it even happened. he wasn't a douchebag, he was a handsome young man who took all the opportunities presented to him (as he told himself). was sending the video around immature and stupid? probably. he was a kid though. everyone makes mistakes, or at least that's what he tried to tell himself as he looked through old pictures of you. did you remember him? you must have. you looked different from the last time he saw you but he looked the same. you definitely knew who he was the second he came into the study room and he didn't know how to feel about that. it made his job easier and harder. he already had a connection with you, but he would have to go through a grueling apology process that he really didn't care for. he just needed to have you.

as he scrolled into the more recent stuff, he couldn't help but notice that you didn't post jj on here at all. the page was a monument to you, all the better, and you were gorgeous on here. 2k followers with 1k likes on every post you made and comments that varied from "you're so gorgeous" to "just give me one chance." you had a highlight titled "my <3" and there was only one picture of you holding jj's hand with the song "melting" by kali uchis which was posted only a month ago.

he left your profile and went into his camera roll, into the hidden folder and scrolled back to 2018. he found the video and pressed play, his cock getting hard immediately and straining against his pants. soon enough, he had his phone pressed to his ear and his hand down his pants as he watched you and kie gathering firewood. soon enough, he was cumming in his hand to the sound of you saying that you loved his cock.

rafe managed to clean up a little and continued to watch you, well into the night as you and your friends built a bonfire and smoked a joint. it was midnight when you all had decided to leave. he followed the dirty old van back to campus and learned where your dorm was, watching you and jj head in.

rafe made it back to his dorm at around 3:30am. the more he learned, the more questions he had. rafe fell asleep with only one thing on his mind.

you.

#rafe cameron x bunny!reader #rafe cameron prompt #dark rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

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aziraphales-library · 1 year ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you had recs for something longer that has a lot of exploration of queer themes? Love your blog!

Hello. We have #long fic and #queer themes tags you can check out. Here are some that have both...

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Orbit by altsernative (M)

"It was like they were in orbit with each other. Locked into their paths. Circling each other. Coming so close for golden snatches of time, then dragged away again. Again, and again, and again." Literature instructor Aziraphale and Astronomy instructor Crowley have been best friends for eight years whilst teaching at Agnes Nutter College, a subsidiary of Cambridge. If they ever wanted something more than that, well, they certainly hadn’t said anything. Just as they start to come to terms with their feelings for one another, Aziraphale is promoted to department head and out of Crowley’s life as part of the college's strict non-fraternisation policy. Neither is willing to give the other up, and with the help of a few familiar faces, a pub called Taddy’s that only plays four specific types of songs, Tracy, an enthusiastic B&B owner/community queer icon, and a hidden garden everyone seems to have forgotten about, they risk everything to try and find their way back into each other's lives once more.

An Absence of Stars by mllekurtz (E)

A.Z. Fell is a famous (well, in his circle) Soho bookseller whose selection of volumes is the epitome of respectable (and boring) literature. One of his favourite authors is the renowned science writer A.J. Crowley, whose books on astronomy have popularized the subject — and also sell very well. Mr Fell is overjoyed when Dr Crowley accepts his invitation to do a signing of his new book in the bookshop, but their first conversation is a disaster: for some reason, Crowley does not share Fell’s distaste for romantic literature and acts very cold when the bookseller berates the author of one of the most popular romance series of the moment, Madame Ashtoreth. Little does Fell know that his favourite writer and the one he hates with a passion are the same person…

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secondhand smoke by PaintedVanilla (T)

you're second hand smoke, second hand smoke i breathe you in, but, honey, i don't know what you're doing to me mon chéri the year is 1990, and anthony crowley is looking for a church in london that might be tolerable. the one he winds up attending isn't exactly such, but he decides to stick around for one reason. said reason happens to own a bookshop that crowley begins to frequent, much to the surprise and delight of anathema device and newton pulsifer, who seem quite convinced that crowley could use something else to focus on besides gardening, their campaigns, and visits to tadfield.

Sit Tight, Take Hold by nieded (E)

The summer of 2022, Ezira Phale is a rookie Formula 1 driver out to prove he's one of the best racecar drivers in the world, but everything gets turned upside down when he falls in love with his real-life idol, AJ Crowley. Or: The one where Crowley does not go too fast for Aziraphale. _____ This story uses a multi-media format with CSS and HTML. It's best read using the workskin so please make sure that you are enabling user workskins. If you do not want to use the workskin, I will also be posting a .pdf of each chapter and a final .pdf once everything is posted! I’m not so cool as to know how to do podcasts, manips, and videos, but this will feature scripts, news articles, text messages, tumblr, and race programming! So strap in and put your seatbelt on! This is going to be one fast ride of romance, competition, and over-indulgence.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #human au #queer themes #long fic #adult omens #mod d

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ronearoundblindly · 2 years ago

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If its ok what if

Lloyd hansen x reader x steve rogers

🥵 smutt

ya know, it took me a loooong time--this ask is from september--to come up with something, but today's the day apparently! And, AND! The lovely @darsynia made me an awesome graphic whilst I wrote all this filth! Thank you, bestie!!! WC 3.3k

Warnings for oh fuck these two are terrors, smut, goddamn fighting (obviously, bc they can't get along in any universe), possibly the worst fucking puns ever and I no longer care, terrible/inaccurate/but very mild dom/sub vibes, not much but knife play. Please note that this work does not involve the two men together. Alternate title: Ro is 1,000% [nope, better make it 1,000,000%] going to hell. MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY. There is plenty for you to read on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for you!

You can tell Steve is about to crawl out of his skin as the knife touches yours.

"You buy these pretty things for me?" Lloyd coos, tucking the point of his switchblade beneath a lacy seam. He knows damn well the navy set with bright red hearts is not for his enjoyment at all, so he turns his head to stare at your husband.

"Useless," Lloyd growls, flicking his wrist deftly.

The sliced fabric springs back to reveal your thatch of hair. You have no idea whether Lloyd was talking about your panties or Steve, and frankly, you're too turned on to care. There’s a certain amount of goading you expected aimed at the awkward hunk leaning on the far wall.

Steve clenches his arms tighter across his chest and sucks in a breath, eyes darting to your skin in case Lloyd drew blood, but his gaze lingers at your almost exposed core.

He hates this whole idea, but you have tried talking to him so many times about how to make sex more interesting. Steve can't stand to even listen to the words much less do what you want. This is the compromise.

Lloyd Hansen will do anyone for the right price, and sure, usually, that's killing, but who doesn't love a good fuck? Who wouldn't get half-hard just thinking about taking Captain America's wife to pound town right in front of the guy?

Lloyd simply smirks, returning his eyes to you and nudging the lace a little farther. The flat of the blade on your mound feels cold and so fucking dangerous that you shiver, neck tensing to throw your head back.

"How's that feel, pumpkin?"

"Golden," you whine, mewling when he nicks the other end and pulls your panties off. Lloyd doesn't like safe words and shit, but he agreed to a few check-ins, and you do have a way to stop him because, let's face it, the money is the real goal for him. The rest is gravy.

Lloyd stalks over to Steve's corner of the room, lifting the ruined garment for the other to take. "A souvenir--" he chuckles "--what's that smell like to you, huh, big man?"

Steve grimaces, unmoving, so Lloyd shoves your panties in his face.

"Smells like team spirit to me."

You should laugh. You really should. You should not fucking moan when you see Steve's chest expand and his eyes flutter shut briefly. You should not have such a surge of tingling heat race to your center that your thighs slam together.

But you do. And Lloyd notices.

"This is gonna be fun," he whispers, likely to himself, as he drops the fabric and walks over again.

His fingertips slide from your knee up your thigh, and Lloyd bends to nip at your neck.

"Lie back from me, sweetheart. Go on."

You have to cover a squeak while you flop onto the mattress. This sort of dominance is nothing like Steve Rogers even on his most confident day. Steve is always measured and a little tentative, his force reined in to the point of being boring after so many years. This is all flush and feral with the promise of oblivion, and in the strangest way, you still associate every second as with Steve, not Lloyd Hansen. The exercise in trust--the sheer fact that he was willing to entertain this idea, much less the practice--is a show of devotion from Steve you never thought possible.

And then Lloyd kneels down and pushes your legs apart. "Open up for me. That's it. Good girl."

"Ah fuck," you moan into your hand, and thank god if Steve does hear you, he doesn't say a thing.

Lloyd skips finesse and plunges into the dirty end of the pool by licking all the way up and down your cunt, hands spreading your ass to expose every bit of you to him, and he pauses to speak with his mouth against your clit.

"Do I need to give him a lesson or can I just fucking taste you?"

"I know how to--" but Steve's protest dies behind the noise Lloyd makes sloppily eating you out like a man starved.

Your legs instinctively wrap around his head, and your hips buck into the wild ride. His mustache burns in the best way. You gasp so much that your throat burns dry, too.

He says other things, things that rumble up your spine and settle deep in your brain, but you can't process what those words are until the white-hot lightning finally cracks your body apart.

Lloyd is shockingly soothing as you come back down from your high but unshockingly smug when he sweeps his face clean of your cum.

"You're doing star-spangled spectacularly for me, slut, now why don't--"

There's a thunderclap of noise that wrenches you out of your bliss. You’re knocked onto your side as Lloyd falls to the floor.

Steve raises his arm again but hesitates when you call his name.

"He doesn't...he doesn't do well with language like that," you manage to say, still fuzzy and out of breath.

Lloyd wipes blood from his nose. "Yeah, I picked up on that. Thanks,” he spits sarcastically, followed by a real spit to clear his mouth. “Down, boy. I'll play nice--" he winks at you as he rises "--but not too nice."

Lloyd climbs back to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, his hand spreading over your throat gently. "Feels good, don't it? Feeling golden?"

You nod vigorously.

He licks more blood from his lip. “Yeah? Can we move on, pumpkin, or is your pussy still needy—“

Lloyd catches Steve's fist this time, jumping up to punch your husband square in the neck.

Steve, to his credit, doesn't even go down, but he drops his arm and steps back, rubbing the point of contact as he wheezes for a minute.

"Can I please continue?" Lloyd screams in annoyance. The man is not in any way used to sharing, or going slow, or giving a flying fuck about anyone in the room for that matter. However, Lloyd is a dedicated professional, so he’ll continue because he knows what’s in it for him. "God damn it,” he barks, spitting at Steve’s feet.

Lloyd takes a beat to compose himself and returns to your side, facing away now, his hand plunging between your legs.

"Time to earn participation points, Golden Boy." Two fingers breach your entrance without warning. "On your knees."

Lloyd snaps his other fingers and points to the ground like he's training a dog to heel.

Slowly, with wide eyes and hesitant steps, Steve places himself exactly as Lloyd did before. He strategically keeps his focus glued to yours until the squelching sound of Lloyd's fingers thrusting in and out of you becomes too loud to ignore.

That look--that fucking moment where your husband sees your core and hunger darkens his whole face--could send you back over the edge right here, but suddenly, Lloyd stops.

"Now we've got his attention," the cruel man laughs.

Like your panties before, there's no ceremony to Lloyd shoving his fingers into Steve's awe-parted lips, but the biggest shock is how your husband doesn't fight the intrusion. No. Steve grabs Lloyd's wrist to keep him there until Steve is done sucking your taste off another man's fingers.

You're pretty sure that's when your soul left your body, but it's a toss-up between that and every other moment tonight.

With more patience than you thought possible, Lloyd waits, comically making an “O” with his mouth and looking at you. “Someone’s eager for the beaver, I see.” He takes the same wet fingers and tucks them between your breasts, snapping the front of your bra sharply against your sternum.

“Finish unwrapping your present. I wanna see what you got—” and when Steve immediately reaches behind your back for the clasp, Lloyd’s eyebrows bob up and down “—and he’s good at following orders, too.”

Your husband plants a gentle kiss on the swell of one breast before Lloyd stops him, tutting while he holds a fucking knife against Captain America’s chest to sit him back on his heels.

He ticks the blade down. “That’s your half now. This is mine.”

You’re practically panting while Steve’s eyes go hard in possessiveness, locked onto Lloyd in a challenge you don’t quite understand until the fancy man flips the blade back into it’s handle.

“Fine,” Lloyd grouches, tossing the knife farther up the bed. He shuffles closer to face you, a warm hand cupping your breast before he tweaks the nipple harshly. “Why don’t you relax for us, huh, good girl?”

Lloyd coaxes you to lean back again, orders Steve to hold your legs open and tease you, buries painful fingers in your hair, and forces you to watch.

“That’s it. Don’t you want to hear her beg? Doesn’t she sound so sweet? Oh, I like her desperate…”

Not in years has Steve Rogers whispered anything so filthy as the shit that falls from Lloyd’s mouth, but goddamn, every word is like kindling stoking the vigor with which Steve consumes you. You lap up the praise while your husband gulps down every ounce created by every word.

Lloyd lowers to suck and bite all over your chest, marks blossoming across the tender skin as he takes a sort of sweet revenge for his bloody nose. A kink for a kink.

“You want to tell him what’s next,” Lloyd rasps, straining your neck back to look at him in the last few moments before you come again, “or should I?” His devilish smile is the last thing you see before he pushes you to meet Steve’s eyes, the perfect, final flick of tongue rolling over your clit.

Dutifully—sweetly almost—Steve lifts away from you as your legs shake, replacing his face with his fingers to gently bring you down, and Lloyd does not like that. He swats Steve’s hand off to slap your raw bundle of nerves and shove his fingers in again, brutally hitting that spongy spot until the dam of orgasm doesn’t just rupture, it explodes inside you.

You cry out and flail. Lloyd pins you down with a knee to your ribcage, and it hurts but not enough to give a shit over the rush of cum soaking his hand and the sheets below. Steve holds your ankles so you don’t kick him in the face while squirming, transfixed on every move Lloyd makes to milk you stupid.

With one last wet slap, Lloyd rests his hand on your belly and tosses a gelled lock of hair out of his face.

“Wifey here wants to suck you dry,” he boasts, and your hands fly to your face in hot embarrassment.

You confessed that after drinking quite a lot during the ‘negotiation’ of terms for this little arrangement, but only when Steve excused himself to the restroom. Lloyd wasn’t supposed to repeat your fantasy.

“That’s right, big guy. She’s gonna blow your—“ his eyes drop and raise “—mind,” he continues, unpinning you and pushing your arms to the side. He leans down to smear your own slick across your mouth messily, quietly adding, “he won’t even notice I’m right behind you.”

The air rushes out of your lungs before you can stop it, making a downright pathetic sound of anticipation.

“Strip,” Lloyd commands, waving a hand casually at Steve and sauntering over to a bottle of water on the dresser. “The…uh…lady should get on her knees.”

Steve turns to the other wall, unable to meet your eye, bright red blotches spotting his neck and cheeks. He’s embarrassed, too, but from the speed at which he unzips his jeans to relieve his still-straining erection and then pulls his shirt over his head, Steve is also painfully aroused. You even catch him rubbing his cock with each conceivable pass while disrobing. It reignites that weak fire between your tired legs.

“Face up, Captain. Give ‘er some room,” Lloyd snorts, capping his water.

Of course, Steve spreads his legs in front of you, and instead of acknowledging how fucking hard he is, he helps you balance into position.

You capture a quick kiss and smile as your husband blushes even more.

“Jesus, I’m gonna vomit,” Lloyd mutters behind you.

He’s just so, so fucking evil, but you admit the contrast has you drooling to get your mouth on Steve. You’re already planning on adding orders to your regular routine. You buzz with excitement at all this play implies, now and in the future.

Steve isn’t just letting this happen; he likes what’s happening.

Lloyd’s warm hand pets down your spine until it rests heavily on your lower back, the heel of it pressed against your spread ass, an encouragement and a threat.

“Take him how you want. Just like you told me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, listening to Steve’s ragged breaths amidst Lloyd's criticism.

“You don’t just lick him, do you, kitten? You can do better than that. I thought you wanted to swallow him whole. Don’t disappoint me now. More. You can take it. More.”

Your nose nuzzles into Steve’s pelvis as you feel his cock jump in your throat. You swallow around him but force yourself up for air after.

“Is that the best you got?” Lloyd teases, his hand sliding tauntingly down your crack and through your folds before he’s gone.

You open your eyes when he grabs your wrist and presses the closed switchblade into your palm.

“Go on. Hold it, pumpkin. Right there.” Lloyd makes your hand rest on Steve’s thigh. For balance, you have to open your fist and press the metal to your husband’s skin as you take him back into your mouth.

Steve fucking groans, pinching his eyes shut and grabbing the sheets beneath him.

“Oh yeah,” Lloyd chirps, “he likes a bit of danger, huh?” A flat hand cracks against your ass, making you whine with your lips around Steve’s dick.

The sound of Steve whimpering is coupled with the snap of Lloyd's belt. His fingers return, and you just know he’s unabashedly staring at your pussy.

“Whoo-ee, if you weren’t already gaping for me, I’d think you weren’t into this. Put your back into it.” You hear the rip of a zipper only moments before the thick tip of him lines up.

You can’t help but moan low and long over Steve’s length.

“Baby?” Steve breathes above you.

“She’s fine,” Lloyd answers instead, pushing in. The head of him pops past the first ridge of your walls, and his hand clamps down on your hip, the other flat over the small of your back, guiding, controlling.

The spit of both men coats your core and inner thighs, you remember, and the slow swirl of ambient air proves it. That thought makes your eyes roll back as much as the glorious pressure of Lloyd’s cock filling you.

But Steve’s fingers find your chin and raise you to look at him, repeating his question until you let him fall heavy from your mouth and lick your swollen lips.

“Golden,” you say just as Lloyd bottoms out. “Fff-ahh.” You barely stop yourself from cursing when he thrusts forward and another SMACK hits your ass. “Golden,” you promise, because you know Steve is watching with extremely mixed feelings.

You return what attention you can to stuffing your mouth full. A rhythm progresses while you rock between them, but it’s too gentle for—of all people—Steve.

His hand knots through your hair to guide you faster. You have to plant yourself steady on the mattress, the knife digging into both your flesh, and hold your hips still.

Lloyd isn’t even fazed as he takes over his own selfish pace, his balls slapping so hard they sting your thighs. He keeps talking, too.

“See how much she likes that, buddy?”

Oh, that is not going to go over well with Steve.

“Bet she’d drop to her knees for you daily.”

He’s not wrong there…

“Damn, babygirl—“ Oh shit “—sometimes a bitch just needs fucked doggy-style.”

You can feel Steve’s chest fill to correct him, the deep v-line of his Adonis’ belt pressing against your nose to cut off your air, but Lloyd purposefully slams into you. You lurch forward to deep-throat Steve with a scream of alarm, and the constriction nearly topples Steve over the edge.

Just for a moment, his hand holds you down, choking you. It’s Steve choking you on his dick, and your nails happily dig into his meaty thighs. You’ve dreamed of this day.

With a strangled sound, Steve pulls you off him, strings of spit drip from your abused mouth. You’re gasping for air but also not done enjoying yourself, so you lick and kiss up Steve’s length until ready to take him again.

All the while, Lloyd darkly chuckles and kneads at your ass.

When one spanking lands so hard that you cry out, Steve bucks down your throat and punches the bed, clearly torn between sensation and situation.

“Such an asshole,” he grits through clenched teeth.

“Oh,” Lloyd tuts, “she wants it in the ass? Well, when in Rome…” He swipes his thumb over the cream pooling at the base of his cock and shoves his thumb hard against your puckered hole.

Honestly, you have no idea if it even breached because you scream and fall forward on Steve's dick. This time, Steve comes with a roar, a raging, animalistic thing you have never heard before, but you’re pulled away just as fast.

Lloyd hauls you up to his chest, telling you to look at what a fucking mess your husband is for you. Steve desperately grips himself until it’s over, half his spend glistening on his abs, half rolling down your chin while Lloyd continues to thrust into your sweet spot.

He’s given up controlling his language entirely.

“Fuck, she’s close. Come on, big guy—“ he pinches your nipple and bites at your neck “—finish her off.”

Lloyd drops you like a stone into Steve’s waiting arms, and Steve wastes no time slamming his mouth to yours and furiously rubbing your clit. You’re so stretched out that three of his thick fingers feel like nothing until they curl.

This time you can’t help but shout your own curse. Steve just keeps kissing you, holding you two together as you writhe. You hardly notice Lloyd painting his cum across your back and ass but neither does Steve, it seems, because the next thing you know you’re laying beside your husband in bed while your guest grins in triumph.

“I’ll just take this,” Lloyd drawls, reaching beneath Steve’s bare leg to retrieve his knife. He slaps Steve’s ass, too. It’s as if Lloyd knows Steve will let him get away with just about anything in the post-coital fog. “Don’t want you to feel left out, buddy.”

Your husband makes no move at all except to kiss your forehead.

“How are you?” He smooths your wrecked hair out of your face.

“Oh wow,” you say with a rough voice and runaway breaths, “I’m golden, just golden.”

Lloyd grabs his water bottle, joking. “My work here is done, and you two—“ he swigs and swallows dramatically “—I don't mind repeat business from. Anytime. Fuck.”

He struts to the bathroom, pants still undone and hanging open, uncaring. With a shout, he slaps the top of the door frame.

“That’s America’s Cunt!”

Steve’s whole body tenses. “I hate that guy,” he grumbles into your sweaty skin.

You snuggle closer, surrounded by familiar body heat and musk. “I know. Isn't it great?”

Because it’s so, so true. There is nothing about Lloyd Hansen you actually want for one second longer than necessary. That's the beauty of teamwork: everyone serves their purpose.

Honorable mention to the line I promised but ultimately couldn't fit in (that's what she said):

@supraveng @1950schick @patzammit @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @yiiiikesmish @bucky-fricking-barnes-reads @fallinallinmendes @deandreamernp

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

#steve rogers fanfiction #lloyd hansen fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #250+#lloyd hansen x reader #steve rogers smut #lloyd hansen smut #steve rogers fanfic #steve x reader #18+ fanfic #ro answers

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spectrechosts · 4 months ago

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Slimetember

@relia-robot made a set of daily prompts for slime stories for september, which I started doing and then my motivation swiftly dropped off a cliff when Cohost was announced to be shutting down at the end of the month. Still, got two done!

PROMPT: Ooze that's pretending to be a suit of armor

"Hey beautiful." Jilx says, swaggering unsteadily along the cavern wall. "I see you're admiring the impermeability of my surface bits."

Glelm looks at her, covered head to blobby leg-ending-appendage in thick plated armor, and laughs; the sound bubbling out of her musically.

"Now where'd you get that?" She asks, rising out of puddle into a human shape.

"Oh, you know-" Jilx says, as she tries to move away from the wall. One of her heavy greaves shoots right out from under her as she puts weight on it, and she collapses entirely. "Big Blurt split a buncha kids off, left all sorts a' junk she didn't have the mass to carry anymore behind."

"And so you grabbed some armor?"

"And so I grabbed some armor!" She says proudly, reforming enough to throw a gauntleted hand over Glelm's shoulder. "Feel how solid my hand is!"

"Ooooh~" Glelm coos. "Why, I bet you could push it right into my soft squishy body."

"I bet we could have sex without melding together at all." Jilx gurgles, low and filthy.

Glelm gasps, mockingly scandalized.

"How kinky."

PROMPT: Slime that's gonna trans your gender

Ameria slowly leafs through her Encyclopedia of Slimes, Oozes, and Other Gels, Third Edition.

"Fer fucks sake bookworm, can I slay it or not?" Storr complains, inching closer and closer to the large slime blocking their way.

"It's- It's complicated!"

"It's blue." He grunts. "Check under B. For blue."

"He's getting better with his letters, soon you'll be out of a job Ame." Drawls their necromancer, lounging on her throne of skeletal hands.

"It's not that simple!" Ameria whines. "It isn't the right blue! It's not light enough to be a frost slime, it's not dark enough to be the common blue- it's got like a slight tinge of green to it, but it's too uniform to be a mixture of multiple slimes. I don't know that this one's in the encyclopedia."

"Alright-" Storr grunts, hefting his axe. "Write this down."

He cleaves into the side of the massive cube filling the hall, ripping and tearing through the soft mass, boring a tunnel right down the center as he goes.

"That isn't- You shouldn't-!" Ameria protests as she dodges chunks of slime being tossed back out of the opening. "Are you okay?!"

"Seems fine to me. C'mon."

The torrent of slimy debris comes to a stop, and the two girls carefully follow through the tunnel to catch up with Storr, who is-

"Oh my~" Hums the necromancer.

"Oh my!" Squeaks Ameria, covering her eyes. "Um, Storr, um, um, um-"

"Breathe, nerdling."

"Do you… feel… okay?" She manages to ask. "…Different, at all?"

Storr is, he's- a girl!

"Feel good!" She says, and her voice is different but… familiar.

"Do you notice any… changes?"

"I'm noticing some big changes." Says the necromancer, unabashedly leering at Storr's new body.

"Mm. Slime made me a woman." She says, nodding.

"One hell of a woman."

"Do we have any particular feelings about this?"

"I know I-"

"Not asking you!"

"Creepy likes me, she didn't before." Storr says, pointing.

"Okay I should be clearer I guess- Storr, do you feel uncomfortable at all?"

"No. Feel a nice little tingle inside."

"Well- that's probably good." Ameria sighs, relieved. "I'll take a sample for color reference and write more detailed notes when we're back in town. Um… Would you like to put a shirt on?"

"A true warrior fights bare-chested."

"Won't hear any complaints from me. Ame?"

"It's- It's a little distracting-" She says, staring at her feet as she collects a glob of slime and seals it in a vial.

#Spectre Writes #slime girl #slimetember

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akehoshimystar · 5 months ago

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Haruhi SSR

#E9DC69

Part 1

Haruhi: The scheduled post on SNS will look like this. If there's a problem, let me know. Ito: Thank you. I'll check it.

As prompted, I peered into Ichikawa-kun’s laptop. There’s a reason why the exchange that normally takes place on Chattas was being carried out directly at this house today.

Haruhi: I saw the delivered and it looked fine, so I've included a picture of it.

The reason for my visit is to have Ichikawa-kun, who is in charge of design, check the samples of the goods we'll be using at the upcoming event. After receiving them from the vendor, I found it closer to stop by the house than to go back to the office.

Ito: Yes, this is perfect. I'm grateful that you always accurately follow the directions given by the Main Office. Haruhi: Okay, I'll go with this one. Ito: Yes, please. (Oh…..) Haruhi: What is it? Something caught your eyes?

Ito: Oh, sorry. I just saw the trending column and found demu's name. Haruhi: Ah. Ito: Could it be that today is his birthday…?

Actually, today is Ichikawa-kun's birthday.

Ito: (Since I couldn't arrange the date and time to receive the samples, I didn't expect the visit to be on such an important day…)

I stated that I would return as soon as my business was over, but Tsukimoto-san and Sei-san invited me to join his birthday party….

Haruhi: Birthday party? You're going straight home today, right? Why not just join us?

…..Those words from the main character were the deciding factor, and I humbly decided that I had to be grateful for the opportunity to take part in this. And here we are.

Ito: It's amazing that even his special day is trending. Haruhi: demu's birthday isn't today though. Ito: …..What do you mean…? Haruhi: September 1st. I shifted it to prevent my identity from getting leaked. Ito: I see. (As expected, he’s really on top of things.) Haruhi: As for the reason for this trend. I set up a birthday stream before deputy came, so I guess that's the influence.

It’s just as Ichikawa-kun said. Posts like "demu's birthday is coming up soon” can easily be found with just a quick glance.

Ito: (Everyone is already looking forward to it… Being celebrated by so many people… Just thinking about it excites me.) Haruhi: …..And done. Anything else? Ito: No, that's all for work. We finished faster than I thought. Haruhi: And now, it’s time for a break. Ito: Eh?

Ichikawa quickly stood up while holding his laptop before making his return to the second floor.

Ito: (What about the party!?)

Part 2

Ito: (I wonder if Ichikawa-kun is not the type to celebrate….)

I was left alone, so I decided to call out to Tsukimoto-san and Sei-san who were getting ready.

Ito: Excuse me.

Taiga: Ah, Yashiro-san, are you done? …………………Hmm? What about Haruhi? Ito: Well, we finished early so he’s taking a little break.

Sei: Fufu. I bet he’s sleeping in his room right now. Ito: Uh, I'll help out with something then. Taiga: I appreciate it. But all that's left is the finishing touches, and that's something that Sei-san and I should be in charge of… Sei: So, if you don't mind, could you keep Okoge company? Taiga and I have been busy preparing, so he has been looking quite bored for a while now. Okoge: Meow. Ito: (…He came over. So cute.) If you're okay with me, I'll be happy to play with you. Sei: Good for you, Okoge.

Taiga: …Sorry to keep you waiting. By the way, I think this is Haruhi’s way of being considerate. Sei: Thanks to Haruhi taking a break, we can finish preparing for his birthday party and be ready to welcome our main character. Ito: (I see, so that’s why…) Sei: Also, feel free to use this tablet You can watch anything while playing with Okoge. Ito: Thank you, then allow me… (Hmm, what's this video…?)

Among the videos displayed on the tablet, I spotted an archive of Ichikawa-kun's broadcast. It caught my eyes almost instantly. Sei: You can watch that. It’s an archive of demu's birthday broadcast from last year. After replying with "yes." I pressed the play icon.

Haruhi: ……Hyper chat~ "Happy birthday demu." Wait, how many times have I said that today? 1000 times? Eh, 100 million times? You love to lie, don’t you? Haha, that was the 73rd time? Come on now, stop using real numbers. I mean, were you really counting it!? Hey, the comments are moving too fast. Everyone's just saying congratulations anyway. Yeah, yeah, you guys are really noisy….. Even though I told you that you don't have to do anything.

Although the tone was not pleasant, I could tell that demu.. or Ichikawa-kun was fully accepting the feelings of celebration.

Ito: (My thought about him not liking the celebration is completely off the mark. Sorry.)

Once the preparations were complete, we decided to go call Ichikawa-kun.

Every single one of us.

Ito: ………

Haruhi: Does it take whole army of people to call me? Ito: How should I put it…. This is the result of us being considerate to each other. Haruhi: Seriously, what have you been doing?

Part 3

Haruhi: …..Thanks for the meal. Sei: Fufu, you really ate the whole thing. That’s Taiga's special birthday cake for you. Haruhi: It wasn't that sweet. Nothing can go wrong with what Taiga made. Taiga: Haruhi…… Haruhi: By the way, I'm going to play a game with Taiga and Sei after this, you’ll join too, right? Yashiro. Ito: (Everyone's playing a game… I'm reminded once again how close they are.) If you don’t mind, let me join. Haruhi: It might take a little longer since there's no streaming today, you can stay as long as you want. Ito: I see, demu's birthday isn't today, so I guess there’s no stream. Do you do it every birthday? Haruhi: Just because. I don't have any special plan for birthday. But everyone still says they want to celebrate for me. Ito: (Ah…)

So it’s because of everyone. It's probably not just the words that come directly to him. I know there are something intangible like many posts on social media, comments during streams, and any other voices. And Ichikawa-kun listens to all of them equally.

Sei & Taiga: ……….. Haruhi: .………Hey, what's the deal with those grins? Taiga: Well, Haruhi….. Sei: Fufu, oops… Haruhi: Sheesh, I don’t know anymore. Ito: (Both Ichikawa-kun who is celebrated in the house and Ichikawa-kun who is celebrated as demu…) (What they have in common is that they don't ignore others’ feelings, they accept them wholeheartedly.)

There’s definitely some "happiness" going on here. That much I know…..

Ito: (Isn’t that just lovely?)

Taiga: Haruhi, Happy birthday.

Sei: Happy birthday, Haruhi.

Haruhi: Yeah. Ito: I wish you a happy birthday. Haruhi: Thanks. Okoge: Meow~ Haruhi: …..Haha. You too? Seriously, thank you.

Ichikawa-kun smiled as he stroked Okoge’s head, who is snuggling up to him. That smile seems to be directed at everyone here.

#break my case #buremai #joseimuke #Ichikawa Haruhi #Tsukimoto Taiga #Okiya Sei

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goldenfreddys · 6 months ago

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september '04, cont.—lucky number 5

It was dark, now, beyond the kitchen window- pitch black slivers peeking through the half-open blinds. Jeremy blinked, then looked at the sink. There was something he was in the kitchen to do, but he'd completely forgotten in the time it took to walk there.

He took a glance at his watch out of instinct, then lowered his wrist without looking at the time. He took a breath and tried to focus- it was dark out, which meant he had to get ready for work. He had his pants on, which seemed to be a solid start. Wandering to the bedroom, he started sorting out what was left of the ‘getting ready for work’ routine. He had a pair of socks on Nadia’s bed. His purple button-up (courtesy of Fazbear Entertainment) was hanging on the knob of a dresser drawer. He leaned in to smell it, then pulled back and grimaced. Right.

He heard Nadia throw open the front door, then checked his watch again. 11:39 pm.

“Sorry, babe! The wildest thing happened earlier- I'll tell you in the car! Come on, come on, come on!”

Over the course of the short drive to Freddy’s, Jeremy remembered about seven different things he'd forgotten. His water, a fresh nicotine patch, his keys and wallet… There wasn't time to go back. Instead, he tried to stay dialed in on Nadia as she chattered about her day.

“... I can't believe I fell for the ghost hitchhiker thing! I'm supposed to be smarter than that, but they were kids and I- like, I didn't want, like, some fuckin’ weirdo picking ‘em up instead, right?”

Jeremy hummed, “I dunno, maybe you’re friends now.”

He recalled the various reported hauntings he'd researched. In particular, a spirit called the Bell Witch had supposedly plucked a boy from the cave crevice he’d gotten stuck in, then lectured him for being reckless. Her origin, of course, was something about an Indian burial ground—those sorts of explanations always fell apart in Plymouth. His mom said the whole damn county was a mass grave.

“Dude, I hope.” Nadia huffed as she adjusted her grip on the steering wheel.

Mike stood at the doors of the Pizzeria with his arms crossed, glaring as Jeremy approached.

“The fuck took so long, kid? Get in here.” Mike grabbed his shoulder and pushed him inside.

Jeremy found himself speaking before he had time to structure his thoughts, “Woah hey, dial it back, asshole.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said um, d-uh, dial it back? Sorry, I-I just… Don't do that.”

Mike went quiet for a second as they speed walked to the office and he felt a dull pang of impending doom trying to surface. Despite the overwhelming certainty that something very bad was about to happen, Jeremy felt oddly distant, almost calm.

“Kid, are you… Alright?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. Kinda like a babbling brook,” he nodded, trying not to look too disoriented, “like, with a dead body in it.”

Bodies decomposed quickly in forests and waterways, he thought. People disappeared lots along the highways, hikers who crawled into caves and got injured. It was important to keep the boring truth in mind about that kind of thing.

“Fuck me, you're high, aren't you?” Mike’s voice pulled Jeremy from his thoughts, along with a bright light being waved in his eyes. Mike had sat him down in the office chair while he was pondering decomposition. He heard him flick the flashlight off and sigh.

“Alright, fine. Just… Keep the bear head on, stay quiet and watch the music box.”

Wordlessly, Jeremy did as he was told. Though it still smelled awful, it seemed to ground him in the present. The image of Bonnie’s faceless head flickered in the back of his mind. He swallowed, blinking a few times in an attempt to regain his bearings.

“... How are they still functional? The- the old ones.”

“Look, I know it's crazy, but they're genuinely haunted. It’s the only explanation I’ve got.”

Mike reached over to flip the security feed to the stage, then lit up one of the vents.

“Oh no, that sucks.” Jeremy tried to sound serious, though he felt like he'd just won a gold medal at the Olympics— Haunted!

Some of the dread eased off his chest as he mulled over the concept.

“Like, the ghosts wanna kill everyone?” Jeremy asked, “Uh, h-how many other people have worked nights? Just you?”

Mike tensed, barking back, “You don’t know what you're talking about. These-these things– ghosts or whatever, they’ve changed over the years. Sure, maybe I do deserve to rot in hell, but the distinction between me and whoever sits at this desk doesn't seem to—”

Heavy footsteps.

An animatronic began speaking at the end of the hall. Mike shone the flashlight down to get a look, though the light hardly seemed to reach it.

“Uh oh! Looks like someone had a boo-boo!”

Toy Freddy stood facing to one side of the hall. Mike shifted the beam of light to where the bear fixed his gaze, though it looked to be empty space.

“Hello? MR. LECLAIR, are you here?” Toy Freddy asked, suddenly much closer to the office, “Let’s see here… LECLAIR, THOMAS is no longer an employee at Fazbear Entertainment. Overnight Security is now the duty of FITZGERALD, JEREMIAH.”

Mike had donned the Foxy head, like the night before. He was still, almost statuesque if not for his shallow, whistling breaths.

Toy Freddy stepped into the office, stiffly rotating his head from side to side.

“Uh oh! Not here! Let’s keep looking, okay kiddo?”

The animatronic stomped off again, offering to play a ‘patented jingle’ for his unseen companion.

Mike shuddered once the coast was clear, again.

“Any more questions?” he asked, bitterly.

Jeremy let his gaze fall to his hands. He started idly fidgeting with his fingers as he pieced his thoughts together— Mike seemed defensive about whatever was haunting the animatronics, almost guilty.

It was hard to breathe. The animatronic head was heavy, rank and hot. Jeremy felt a lump in his throat.

“So what’s your game, Michael? Where are you in this?” Jeremy started, voice even and quiet, “People clock in, n’ nobody ever sees them again. Tell scary stories, get antsy when pressed for details.”

Mike took a long moment to breathe and swallow nervously before continuing, “I swear to god, I'm not fucking around with this. Back in ‘95, some kids went missing-”

“In ‘94.”

The office fell eerily silent. Jeremy stood, slowly backing away from the desk. The lights flickered and pulsed above them, casting Mike in harsh shadows that drowned out his features under the Foxy mask. He took a few shallow breaths, watching Mike rise from the chair with the cadence of a beat-up ventriloquist's dummy. His thin, bruised fingers curled around the flashlight, with his other hand slowly coming to rest on a taser holster.

Jeremy turned, ripping off the Freddy head and throwing it at Mike before he scrambled away. Cacophony erupted through the overhead speakers as he ran— the tinny notes of Pop Goes the Weasel blared, almost barely audible over a chorus of static and distortion. He skidded around the corner, towards the main party room. Too many tables and chairs to make a clean break to the exit, given his current coordination abilities were barely keeping him on his feet. He glanced back at the flashlight beam grazing the far wall as Mike pursued him.

Jeremy found himself sprinting towards the stage, towards the heavy velvet curtains concealing the wing. He spotted the new Bonnie animatronic on stage in the corner of his eye. Immediately, the beat of a familiar disco track joined the deafening noise as he scrambled for a place to hide backstage.

Mike’s footfalls came to a halt in the distance, followed by a mumbled string of particularly creative expletives. Despite the adrenaline, Jeremy still felt distant and spacy. Almost as though watching a found-footage indie horror movie, rather than participating in one. Towards the stage, some stairs led up to what seemed to be a dressing room. In the opposite direction, warm light spilled from a door, left slightly ajar.

“If we’re not back by the time your mom’s here, just go.” Cassidy told him, quietly. Where Gabriel was concerned with finding the younger kids out of a natural sense of responsibility, Cass seemed really serious. Almost final.

“... Kay, Sammy? I mean it. We’ll catch up later, I promise.”

The parts and service room. Jeremy recognized it from the camera feed, though now it was fully lit. The battered old iterations of Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy were standing expectantly in a loose half-circle around an empty suit. They didn’t respond to his presence. Their gaze remained fixed on the door.

“No, no, no, no! Fuck!” Mike spat, thrashing vainly as the puppet dragged him inside by the ankle. It spun him around, holding him up over the empty suit like a pissed off cat. Jeremy’s focus started slipping again. He wobbled in place, watching as Mike stopped thrashing and went slack in the puppets arms. The man’s gaze flitted over to Jeremy. He scanned the room. Strange, unintelligible music. Various animals bathed in yellow light. Lithe, spindly creature dangling something aloft. The light flickered and dimmed, spotlighting Mike as he hung limply in the puppet’s grasp.

Jeremy took a breath and announced in a deep voice, “Simbaaa…”

The puppet quirked its head to the side to look at Jeremy as he burst out laughing at his own joke. It lowered Mike to the ground beside the suit and glanced quizzically between the two guards.

Foxy’s jaw fell open, then whipped his head back as his speakers crackled out a laugh of his own, while Bonnie put their hand on their hip and bowed their head exasperatedly.

“Sorry, sorry. It's uh… It's super late though, innet?” Jeremy yawned and gestured to Foxy and Chica, “Not to be a buzzkill but ‘m pretty sure it's way past bedtime for you two.”

Freddy placed a heavy hand on his shoulder, nodding in agreement. Jeremy closed his eyes and rubbed his nose, then hummed. God, he was tired.

“... Kid?”

Jeremy kept his eyes shut, once again wavering while he stood as he started to drift off.

“Jeremy?!” Mike snapped with a bit more urgency.

He flinched and opened his eyes, “What?”

Mike had gotten to his feet and backed up to the wall beside the door, “My father. Did— I've seen you with him. Shit, I should've known. Ain’t that fuckin’ dandy– you got me, kid! Showtime’s over… Now tell me who the hell you think you are.”

Good question, Jeremy thought. Mike looked to have the patience of a rabid dog with nowhere to run, and giving another of his classic non-answers wasn't gonna help. Grimacing, he groggily recalled a certain piece of prose- an interlude, maybe. A slow melody looping grimly beneath the singer’s monologue, one that had always made him feel sick to his stomach. More often than not, he listened to it anyway; at three in the morning on a school night, blasting through his broken headphones on loop, scratching that itch in his brain raw.

He swore he saw little outlines in the shadows cast across the floor, now. A little girl with braided pigtails peeked, shyly, from behind Chica’s silhouette.

“… Cassidy Zhang, the birthday girl…”

Bonnie’s rusted joints squealed as they turned to stare at him. Their stature seemed to soften with something akin to relief.

“Fritz and Susie Sullivan, the two youngest.”

Foxy struck a heroic pose while Chica bowed in the best approximation of a curtsy her battered chassis would allow.

“Gabriel Carter-Reed! Best known for his sunny smile…”

Finally, the bear’s eyes lit up with a soft thunk.

“So I guess that makes me… Lucky… Number… Five.”

Jeremy’s head swam as he tried to get the last few words out. He distantly felt himself lose balance, ears ringing with a thousand chimes as he crashed to the floor.

#my writing #parmaverse #hes girlfailing dont mjnd him #fnaf fanfic #fnaf au

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postgamecontent · 4 months ago

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Nintendo Switch Weekly Round-Up for the Week Ending September 28, 2024

Hello gentle readers, and welcome to the Nintendo Switch Weekly Round-Up for the week ending September 28, 2024. This has been a busy week for new releases, with a handful of obvious attention-grabbers and a lot of weird and interesting smaller games. I've included as many as I could fit, and I hope this helps you separate the cool junk from the boring junk. Let's check out this week in the world of Switch!

Select New Releases

The Legend of Zelda: Echoes of Wisdom ($59.99)

A brand-new top-down Zelda game, this time featuring… Zelda?! Wow! Link has gone missing, and Princess Zelda is going to flex her magical power to save him and the rest of Hyrule. She has some help from a fairy named Tri and a magical artifact called the Tri Rod, the latter of which opens up all kinds of fun-looking mechanics. I might do a review of this one, in case anyone needs a review of something like this. You probably have already decided if you want it or not, though.

EA Sports FC 25 Standard Edition ($59.99)

It's the latest edition of EA Sports' long-running series of soccer/football games, and I'm not going to disrespect either of us by pretending I know what's new here or even what makes one of these good or bad. Consider this a notice that it is now available for general purchase on Switch, no more and no less.

Disney Epic Mickey: Rebrushed ($59.99)

Warren Spector's much-hyped Mickey game gets remade for the Nintendo Switch with this release. I haven't played the remake yet, but the original game was decent enough. If nothing else, this gives me the chance to remind everyone that Disney traded play-by-play commentator Al Michaels' contract to NBCUniversal to acquire Oswald the Lucky Rabbit for use in this game. And, you know, elsewhere. But the first use was in this game, and that's really funny to me. Anyway, try the demo and see how it sits with you.

Iron Meat ($19.99)

Hailed by folks with numerous conflicts of interest with the publisher as "better than Contra" and by others as "a pretty good run-and-gun", Iron Meat is another solid entry in a genre that has seen a decent amount of love in recent years on the platform. Is it better than Blazing Chrome? Better than Operation Galuga? Does it matter? If you enjoy games like these, stop comparing flavors and dig in! You never know when winter is coming for any given genre.

Earth Defense Force: World Brothers 2 ($39.99)

Sure, why not more World Brothers? Look, this isn't the Earth Defense Force some people would ideally want to see on Switch, but this is what we've got. And it's fine for what it is. Very much in line with the first World Brothers in design and performance, so if you liked that game on Switch then you're all set here. Similarly, if you found the technical sacrifices were too much in the original game, you won't have a better time with this one.

Worms Armageddon: Anniversary Edition ($24.99)

Why would you buy Worms Armageddon for twenty-five buckeroos when you can get W.M.D. for six dollars during its very regular sales? The addition of the Game Boy Color version of the game probably won't be much of a pot sweetener for many, but this being a stealth Digital Eclipse Gold Master entry might. Yes, you get that timeline hotness! You don't even have to like the game, so long as you have an interest in gaming history. I can vouch for that, because I hate this game but I think this is a neat release that could have been even better as a full-blown Worms collection.

Cash Cow DX ($5.99)

Moo-ve over, Donut Dodo. There's a new retro-style arcade action game in town, and it's ready to milk you out of your six bucks. This game comes from the developer of Donut Dodo and has a lot of the same qualities to it. You're running around each stage trying to grab all the cash while avoiding enemies. Very enjoyable stuff. Feel free to have a look at the review I posted yesterday, if you haven't already seen it.

REYNATIS ($59.99)

Oh, it's FuRyu time again. I suspect we've got the usual FuRyu experience on our hands here. Which is to say, a rather middling game hobbled by its low budget with a few glimmers of greatness that might be enough to satisfy a few players. This one is an action-RPG, and the famous names that have been affixed to lure in the blissfully ignorant are scenario writer Kazushige Nojima (Zodiac: Orcanon Odyssey) and composer Yoko Shimomura (Code Name: Viper). This game is not very good at all. I might write up a review to explain why, if I have the time. No one brought their best here, but it's FuRyu, so what do you expect?

3 Minutes to Midnight ($24.99)

It's never encouraging when you see that registered trademark name on a title. It suggest a certain set of priorities that are sometimes at odds with a quality creative endeavor. Fortunately, this bucks that assumption by being a rather decent point-and-click adventure game. It's one aimed at the more hardcore fans of the genre, as it is quite lengthy and involved, but there's nothing wrong with that. If you're a fan of the genre, this is worth investigating.

Go Mecha Ball ($19.99)

Add another twin-stick roguelite to the pile. We've got tons of these, so what's this one's gimmick? Basically, you can ball up Samus Aran style and roll around at high speeds. You can get a bunch of weapons, abilities, and upgrades to help you on your way, which is more or less how these things go. There's something here, but I don't know that the spark of potential properly ignites. Not bad, but I wouldn't rush out and buy it or anything.

Exographer ($19.99)

An exploratory adventure that sees you on a rescue mission on an alien planet. You'll explore levels, investigate an extinct civilization, and earn new powers that will help you reach previous inaccessible areas. There are puzzles to solve, and you'll have to make use of your special camera to figure things out. This game is really pushing science as its selling point, so we'll have to see if that results in an enjoyable game or not.

Lets castle ($13.99)

I've retained the exact title from the eShop here, and believe me, I also find it a little irritating. This is a relatively low-pressure game where you have to build a castle from given parts. You'll occasionally get specific orders from the Queen and will need to build to her specifications. I like the pixel art, at least.

Ahro ($11.99)

Okay, get this. Ahro is a side-scroller with a simplified yet stylish look, and it's a metaphor for mental health issues. Anxiety and panic disorder, to be specific. The gameplay gimmick is that you can release your spirit to explore and collect goobers. I'm kind of tired of this kind of thing by now, but perhaps you're feeling more fresh about the idea.

Looney Tunes: Wacky World of Sports ($49.99)

Oh no, it's Game Mill. Don't expect too much. You get four sports here, including Basketball, Soccer, Golf, and Tennis. Up to four players can join in via local multiplayer, and there are nine playable Looney Tunes characters. I'm sure it's at least as competent as some of the sports games we see around the ten dollar price point on the eShop. If you really love the Looney Tunes, don't let me stop you.

Murder Is Game Over: Deal Killer ($4.99)

I guess these must be going well for Ratalaika. Another mystery for Detective Guy and his dog to solve, this time concerning the murder of an executive of a video game publisher. I choose not to read anything into that. You don't have to have played the previous games to enjoy this one, so feel free to jump in if you're interested.

Luna-3X ($9.99)

An off-beat game about a pair of heroes trying to save as many creatures as they can before the world ends in seven days. They do that, of course, by having one play the tamborine while dangling from a fishing rod held by the other. You can play alone, but this one is built for two players. One person controls the fishing rod while the other plays their instrument in rhythm to lure the creatures in. Charming and quite unique.

Arcade Archives Blast Off ($7.99)

You would think that a 1989 release from Namco in a well-worn genre that also serves as a follow-up of sorts, albeit in name only, to Bosconian would be a safe bet. Alas, Blast Off is a rather dull example of the vertical shoot 'em up genre. I'm not sure I'd recommend it to anyone except those are basically buying every Arcade Archives game or every shoot 'em up. A really rare total miss from this publisher, but history is history. Hamster isn't just in it to reissue the hits.

JALECOlle Famicom Ver. Bio Warrior DAN The Increaser War ($7.99)

The Earth is on the brink of total ruin, and only a time traveling bio warrior named Dan can save us! City Connection packed in a lot of extras for this one, including a new map screen, quick weapon switching, and a number of other UI improvements. The game is also fully translated into English, so that's nice. I'm really appreciating these releases so far.

Night Slashers: Remake ($9.99)

I like Night Slashers as much as the next Data East fan, but even I wouldn't have had it near the head of the list for a remake. Nevertheless, here we are. Night Slashers in a very clean, modern graphical style that is probably trying to evoke Streets of Rage 4 but not quite getting there. Still, the price is right and it's as gory and goofy a time as ever, now with support for four players. I gave my thoughts on this one yesterday in my review, so do check that out if you haven't already.

Astrea: Six-Sided Oracles ($24.99)

Hey, it's another one of these Slay The Spire/Darkest Dungeon deckbuilding turn-based roguelite things. As you can guess from the name, you'll be playing with dice in this one. It seems to have reviewed rather well on PC, and I imagine there are many Switch owners who will appreciate it as well.

The Holy Gosh Darn ($19.99)

A time traveling narrative action-adventure, with four different worlds to explore across space and time. You'll have to engage in some time shenanigans to solve the puzzles and move the story forward. I feel like this has some real potential, but I haven't had a chance to try out the demo for it yet. But hey, the demo is indeed right there. Give it a shot and see if you like it.

Bloomtown: A Different Story ($24.99)

This is a turn-based RPG with a 1960s Americana theme, and that's enough to help it stand out a little right off the hop. There's monster taming, some life sim bits, and a mystery involving two very different sides of one small town. Naturally, it's up to some kids to save the day. Early reviews on this have been positive, if not excessively so. If you're keen on the premise, you might want to look into it further.

Silver Axe - The Honest Elf ($18.99)

Another Metroidvania-style adventure for the pile. This one has a nice look to it and it's not outright terrible or anything, but in a genre this competitive I don't think it has what it takes to really stand out. It's just a bit too floaty, and the map designs don't have a nice flow to them. You might feel differently, though.

revive of the moon ($19.99)

I suppose it is almost October, isn't it? Here's a zombie action game supervised by Japanese comedian Hidetaka Kano. It's not the fanciest of dinners, but there is a certain charm to its straightforward approach. The writing is a little better than you would expect, too. I'm not very interested in zombie stuff anymore, but if I were? This might be something I'd go for.

Creepy Tale: Some Other Place ($9.99)

This little series has clearly found its audience. This is the fourth game in the series, and it tells its own little self-contained story within the fairy tale world and aesthetic that Creepy Tale is known for. Anyway, the usual business. Solve puzzles, follow the story, immerse yourself in the atmosphere. I've never been able to get into any of these, but I can at least see the appeal.

Beyond Galaxyland ($17.99)

A sci-fi RPG about a human high-schooler named Doug who, along with his guinea pig Boom Boom, narrowly escapes the destruction of Earth. Now residing in a zoo-like collection of planets called Galaxyland, Doug embarks on a quest to try to set things right. He'll meet an odd cast of characters along the way, of course. This game fits a lot of things in, including puzzles, platforming, turn-based battles, and a creature-capturing mechanic for good measure. So far reviews seem relatively good, and I'm looking forward to checking it out when I have a hot minute.

Resope! ($2.99)

It's always fun to find really low-priced games that serve as a good distraction for an evening, and Resope! is certainly one of those. There are sushi pieces trapped between wood blocks, and you need to free them. You do that by igniting the wood blocks, letting the sushi drop to the bottom. Make combos for a higher score, as one does in this kind of thing. There are a couple of extra modes here but the main one is fairly short, so be aware of that before you buy.

Anarkade ($14.99)

This genre of game feels like it has dropped off a high cliff in terms of popularity, but you still see the odd one release now and then. It's a 2D multiplayer arena shooter for up to four players, either local or online. Nothing particularly special about this one as far as I can tell, but it seems well-made for what it is.

Food Boy ($11.99)

It's like Paper Boy, except you're tossing pizzas at customers instead of newspapers. Run down any angry customers, and try to make a solid buck. Watch out for the many obstacles that will get in your way, of course. I'd rather have Paper Boy, but WB Games seems shy about sharing their old toys these days. That leaves an opportunity for games like this one, I suppose.

That's all for this week, friends. We'll be back next Saturday with another Round-Up as we make our way into October and the many games that will come with it. As ever, I will plug both my Patreon (where you can find lots of cool exclusive articles) and my Ko-Fi (tips help me run this blog). There, plugged. I hope you have a super Saturday, and as always, thanks for reading!

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casuallyimagining · 2 years ago

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When September Ends (Teaser)

Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Six years after leaving your home planet, you’re forced to confront your past… and the one you left behind. Teaser Word Count: 633 Genre: Star Wars au, friends to enemies to ???, angst, fluff Teaser Warnings: mentions of minor character death, mentions of weapons

Notes: Thank you to @daechwitatamic and @the-boy-meets-evil for beta-ing this for me. you're both saints for listening to me complain about this fic for months.

“Thank you for coming, Captain Min,” one of the commanders says.

Didn’t really have a choice, Yoongi thinks. But it’s not like I had anything better to do.

“We’ve received your official request to return to duty,” the commander–Commander Vela, Yoongi notes, though he’s only seen the man a small handful of times. “All four of them. Given the circumstances, we wanted to give you the opportunity to discuss this in person.”

What is there to discuss? Yoongi wants back in. He’s bored, itching to get back out in the field. He’s exhausted, he’s not sleeping, but that’s nothing a little adrenaline can’t fix. If he stays here, sitting around, doing nothing, he’s going to go fucking insane. And truthfully, not doing anything feels like he’s letting the Empire win, like Kitt and Feeney and Jieun’s deaths meant nothing.

And he won’t let that happen.

But instead of saying all that, he says simply, “You need spies. I’m a spy. I don’t see where the issue is.”

Commander Vela hums, his attention falling to the data pad sitting on the table in front of him. “You’ve been through a lot, captain. Most men would, understandably, need to take time off to-”

“I don’t want time off.” Yoongi can tell his interruption isn’t taken well based on the grumbles that ripple through the room. But he can’t help it. If they would just listen to him, he could convince them that he was fine. Or, at least, that he would be fine if he could just get his life back to normal. “I’ve had time off. I want to get back out there. You need me back out there.”

It sounds cockier than he’d intended, but the sentiment is true. They’d just lost three of their best intelligence operatives. Yoongi knows they can’t afford to lose another.

“How can we guarantee you’ll perform to standard?” A Mon Calamari major pipes up from the corner, his gravelly, grumbly voice cutting through the rabble that Yoongi’s words have caused. “How do you know you’re ready?”

The question catches Yoongi off-guard. “I just do,” he answers, and though it feels like a feeble, desperate answer, his voice comes out cool and confident.

More of the committee speak up. Yoongi can feel his blood pressure rise as the questions come, both more probing and more asinine. How is he feeling? How is he processing? Is he still up to date on his marksmanship training (even though his marksmanship training was basically just here’s a blaster, go shoot stuff)?

He’s fine. He’s processing well. Why don’t you give him a blaster and stand at twenty paces, and you can check yourself if his training is up-to-date?

Yoongi feels like he’s being interrogated. Do they treat their Imperial prisoners like this? He can feel the heat on his skin, can feel the thrumming in his veins. He takes a deep breath to calm himself, forces himself to unclench his jaw. He can’t let them see how much the questioning has affected him, even if the effect is just to piss him off. If they think he’s anything less than perfectly collected, they’ll never let him back in the field.

A dark-skinned commander is halfway through a long-winded question about security protocols, and safety, and something else that Yoongi has lost track of when a voice rings out above the din of the room.

“This is ridiculous,” it says, and it takes Yoongi a moment to find the speaker.

His heart rate picks up, and he can feel his palms get clammy as he zeroes in on her. There, three seats to the left of Commander Vela. He’d know that voice anywhere. And when her eyes lock with his, the room stops, the rest of higher command doesn’t matter.

It’s you.

this fic has consumed 99% of my thoughts for several months now, and it's nowhere near completed, but I wanted to share what I've been working on and why I've not posted for a while.

I'd love to know your thoughts, whether you're excited, what you think so far. this fic is going to end up being massive, and I'd like to share more things along the way as I go, so I'd love to know if you're as excited about it as I am.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi #suga x reader #suga #min yoongi #min yoongi x reader #bts #bts au #star wars au #bts star wars au #min yoongi fluff #min yoongi angst #suga fluff #suga angst #min yoongi fic #suga fic #bts fic #bts x reader

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Life update

So I think with the last round of emails sent out, I can finally say that the project I've been working on for the past year and put my heart and soul into has flopped.

A lot of bitter things to say about this that I won't bore you with, but safe to say, I am incredibly disappointed that in spite of the fact that comics are more popular than ever, that companies still refuse to pay the artists that bring that medium to life an ethical and liveable wage.

I love telling stories and I love to do so both in a written and visual medium, so comics felt genuinely perfect for me, but alas!

It'll definitely be something I'll revisit for my own sake, and I have stories in mind that I want to share with you all. However it can't be my only avenue of work as an artist.

So I'll be coming back to Tumblr properly, and I'll be re-opening my patreon in a hot minute! I'll also be (hopefully) starting a newsletter, focusing on just my day to day, my projects, and maybe some cool resources that are useful for improving in art! So if you have any questions, requests or just want to check in, please hit me up in my Ask box or the DMs! I'd love to hear from you!

I also already have my commissions open so if you're interested in some personal art, my email and DMs are also open for that.

For now I have a bunch of projects I want to work on! I'm participating in swordtember (a social media event where we draw swords every day) and cat September (similar but with cats) for the weekends, so you can look forwards to some cool swords and some cooler kitties!

Other than that I'm finishing up some courses to really up the quality of my art and I'm super excited about the results.! And ofc, I'm working on some personal story projects and character design projects!

I'm also back on my zelink bs, and I have that Hiyori illustration to finish! So lots of fun things await in the near future!

Anyway! I'm back! Thank you for sticking with me in spite of my inactivity this past year and I hope you're all doing well and enjoying the last few days of summer!

#personal #more rambles #random stuff

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le-souriant · 1 year ago

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#MusicMonday Review - September 2023

#MusicMonday is the hashtag I've been using for quite a while to share music recommendations from up-and-coming artists. Always fresh, and always different, trying to look for trends before they become one. You can check August's review for more music.

This month's music will take you through different atmospheres, and settings. Sit back, relax, give it a listen or two, with a word from the artists themselves. 🎧

Lazy Guns – In My Shadow

Wear your crown with your head held high You tell everyone you live in the sky But what do you do when your kingdom crumbles You're falling down and I watch you tumble

We wake up this month in beautiful Sunshine Coast, Australia for a 2000s Rock revival about being always better than those who envy you:

"The song came about around three years ago while we were writing the album and was written by myself [band member Jack] and our older sister, Paris Smith.

Shadow is kind of a vengeful track and opens the door to a slightly darker side of our album. The song is ultimately about rising up against someone that has hurt you, and realizing that you are better that that person, and that they will always be 'in your shadow'."

Dakota Avenue – Skin

I feel, completely to blame for the uproar. We kissed, it’s not my fault that you want more. You feel, the way you feel because you’re… We talk, the way we talk because you’re… unhappy with him.

You’re unhappy with him. You’re unhappy within. You’re unhappy within your skin.

We move to Manchester, England for an alt-mospheric track about making someone so pissed, they can’t even find where their keys are:

"It is about the way people behave badly because of their own negative impression of themselves, and how the people around them may feel feel upset or somehow responsible. I think it’s more a reflection on myself and my friends at a time we weren't very happy!"

Silver Springs – Glow

Walk down the same old streets full of familiar faces Go for a drink visit the same old places Early in the morning, alone in the cold I see it clearer than in used to Be reborn again and let the past grow old

From Stockholm, Sweden, an ethereal Indie track about being stuck, losing it all, with nowhere to go:

"That song just came very naturally, I think I wrote it in just a couple of hours. It sort of sums up a feeling I had when I had to move on from something that was really important to me, I didn’t want to look back but I also thought everything new and current felt very boring and grey. And then in the last part of the song it’s more about moving on and accepting that things have to change.

It was like a brief but intense therapy session to write the song and I don’t think I realized at the time how personal the song really is. 😁"

The Semi-Supervillains – Here Comes Trouble

And I like a surprise; but I realize She's gone; and I keep hitting snooze I wake up at the crack of noon I look up; I ain't got a clue She's gone

Next stop, Weirton, West Virginia for some Classic Rock vibes about running as fast as I can, even if you don't wanna leave, before you may get a shotgun pointed at you:

"Here Comes Trouble is a contemporary blues rock track inspired by the modern garage rock juggernauts. The lyrics and story in the song are from a personal experience sparing few that is common for the average young American man. Getting laid and sneaking out of the house before her dad kicks finds you there!"

Parade – Electric Fear

Have you known this electric fear The one that hides your pain.

I'll tell you how it feels to live on pills

The harder you fall The pressure you felt The weight on your shoulders The weight of the world

Our last destination is Marseille, France for a Post Punk track that takes us to that place where happiness was never meant for real:

"Electric fear has different meanings, one would be against the alienation of working in big companies, never listening to your own feeling, just act as a robot until the day ends.

It also relates to my depression, and pills that always comes within. It doesn’t matter if it's drug pills or medicine pills as both interact with your mind.

We wrote the music together and [band member] Nico found very quickly this theme that we consider the chorus of the song and then we put that all together. At first it was the same line repeated over and over and we finally fixed it with the bridge so that it can be a proper song."

Listen to them and much more on the complete Playlist:

#music #musicmonday #review #september #2023 #Spotify

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aik-membrane · 2 years ago

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OOC: Heart-Aik: Aik Membrane's Prequel

Chapter Twenty

Ft mentions of @ambassador-d1b

"... what new job?" Aik looked up from his work huddled over a notebook to stare at Percy.

"Your fight training is complete! We can take on new jobs, as partners!" Percy sounded excited.

"Jobs? Plural? What jobs?" Aik repeated.

"There's a bank heist I've been trying to do for years, and you'd be the perfect partner. You're just small enough to fit in vents," Percy said with a grin.

"Why? Aren't we making enough for you with the fights?" Aik asked.

"No, it's never enough, Shank. Nothing is ever enough. That's a free lesson for you," Percy snickered.

Ail sighed. "Is this going to help get the equipment for Dib?"

"Yeah, sure kid," Percy said half heartedly.

Aik glared at Percy, but the man was oblivious to his annoyance.

"Anyway, we're going to stage the heist this weekend."

"I'm not doing it," Aik huffed, turning back to his notebook.

"What? What do you mean you're not doing it?" Percy asked slowly.

"I'm not doing it, I'm doing just fine getting what I need through the fights," Aik explained.

"No, Shank, this isn't an option, you're going to help me."

"I'm not one of your cult slaves, you can't boss me around," Aik said.

"You owe me for being alive. I could turn you in to Membrane and leave you and your brother," Percy threatened.

Aik growled at Percy, narrowing his eyes.

Percy crossed his arms. "At least look at the plans."

"You're a terrible negotiator."

"Come on, kid. You need me and I need you. We'll split 50/50."

Aik sighed. "Fine, I'll look. But only for the money. I'm warning you, if you try to cross me or hold out on me, then you will be punished."

"Yeah yeah, sure." Percy waved Aik off and went to collect the plans.

A few minutes later, Aik was extremely bored listening to Percy ramble about a bank heist plan.

Aik's portion of the plan was crawling through a tight ventilation system into a security room where he would help hack into the camera and sensor system to deactivate it.

Aik didn't want to do it, until he noticed that while in the vents he could easily steal a special type of battery used for the cameras. It would make his drone for Dib last longer between updates. Shepherd was enlisted by Percy to help Aik transport small updates to the labs once a month or so, but this battery could make it do Aik could rely less on this unstable cult leader and his victims.

"We come out of this with easily $50k cash, what do you say, Shank?" Percy asked. "25 for you and 25 for me."

"Fine, I'll do it," Aik sighed reluctantly. "You better stick to your side of the deal, and don't drag me into any more of these heists after this, I don't want them."

"I promise, no more heists after this."

The heist went off without a hitch.

"Alright Shank, here's your cut." Back at the house, Percy was dividing up the cash. He handed Aik a wad of it.

Aik sighed and quickly counted the cash. "Hey, this is only $5k."

"Yeah, it wasn't as big of a job as I hoped," Percy said with a shrug. "We only got 10. Don't worry, I still split it evenly with you!"

Aik made a face at Percy. He didn't believe that for a second. But he had no way to prove that Percy was lying. Plus he got the batteries he wanted. Whatever, let Percy have the dirty money.

He went up to his room and began working on the new drone prototype to watch over his brother. He went ahead and checked on the camera feed to Membrane labs while he was there. He nearly completely forgot what he was supposed to be doing when he saw what was happening there.

Membrane was packing up Dib's things? All the clones had limited belongings, but Membrane only packed them up like that when they… no. No no no, Dib couldn't be dead.

Aik held his breath and overrode the path controls of the drone to look around the lab for Dib. It would risk the drone being spotted, since now it was outside of the programmed safe path. But he had to see.

"Come on, come on…" Aik muttered. He took the controls of the drone with his robotic hand so his flesh hand could rest over a secret compartment on his upper forearm.

Dib was alive. He was waiting in a… stroller? The hell?

Aik fidgeted with his hand over the compartment and watched Membrane continue to pack up. After a little longer, Membrane took all the things and Dib out of the lab.

Since when did Membrane take clones out of the lab? Aik piloted the drone to follow Membrane and Dib from a distance, narrowly avoiding being spotted by security. And the damn drone was running out of battery.

"Where are you going…" Aik hissed to the monitor, as if Membrane could hear him.

Membrane took Dib out of the labs entirely and to a car where he drove off.

The drone battery died just after.

"Shit." Aik closed the footage, grabbed his coat, and bolted out of his room, nearly running right into Percy.

"Hey! Where are you going!" Percy scolded.

"He's taking Dib somewhere, out of my way!" Aik barked, shoving Percy.

"What the hell!" Percy yelped and tried to grab Aik's arm but missed. "Shank, it's practically the middle of the night! How do you plan to get there?"

"I don't know. I'll figure it out." Aik grabbed a bag and stuck his cash in it.

"Oh no no, you're running away aren't you!" Percy blocked the door, furious.

Aik growled. Too bad he didn't have a mirror to see his eyes darken. He never did.

"Kid, calm down. I'll have Shepherd take you first thing in the morning." Percy suddenly seemed less angry.

"It'll be too late by then! I won't know where he is!" Aik tried to shove Percy out of the way.

"Sorry kid, I didn't want to do this." Percy pulled the trigger of a hidden tranquilliser gun and it hit Aik in the shoulder.

Aik squeaked, and his robotic hand rushed to the dart to pull it out, but it was too late. He could feel unconsciousness seeping in.

"You'll be able to check on your brother in the morning." Percy moved to catch him.

"You're going to pay for this…" Aik managed to growl before everything went fully black.

#iz dib #iz dib membrane #iz ocs #aik membrane #project eternal #professor membrane #iz fanfiction #heart aik #invader zim dib #dib membrane #dib iz #dib invader zim

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huntingforsatisfaction · 3 years ago

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The Siren

JJ Maybank x fem kook!reader smut

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Summary: For 9 months you've had a secret burning crush on one of the waiters at the country club. When he shows up one day to clean your dad's boat you set out on a mission to finally hook up with him.

Warnings: underage drinking, unprotected sex, choking, dom JJ and overstimulation

It's a warm Saturday in May, you sit in your big bay window scrolling through social media to avoid working on your essay that's due on Monday. After hours of scrolling through facetuned vacation pictures and boys showing off their souped up trucks you're beyond bored of both social media and your kook life. With a sigh, you put your phone down and stare up at the ceiling. The sound of a car pulling into your driveway catches your attention. Curiously you watch as the old VW bus parks and two boys around your age get out. You don't recognize the brunette who was driving and only vaguely recognize Heyward's son when he gets out of the back. However, a gasp escapes your lips when a third guy hops out of the front seat. You don't know his name, but you'd recognize him anywhere. He's the waiter at the country club who you secretly have a crush on. Since September it's been sweet smiles, winks, free drinks you didn't even order, sultry stares, and him shamelessly eyefucking you. You'd never gotten the chance to say more than your drink order to him or even learn his name, but you decide that today is your day.

You hop in the shower to wash off the grime from sitting around in your pajamas all morning before putting on a small amount of makeup. From your dresser you grab your favorite bikini and put it on, checking yourself out in the mirror proudly. You spray on your best smelling perfume and throw on some shorts and an oversized t-shirt to cover up as you walk past your parents. Finally you grab your tote bag that you keep your sunglasses, towel, and any other tanning supplies in before leaving your room and walking downstairs to your kitchen.

"Oh honey you're up." Your mom excitedly exclaims, smoothing out her stressed expression.

"Morning mom. What's with the suitcases?" Three large suitcases sit in your dining room along with your dad who's pacing back and forth as he types something into his phone.

"This morning your dad and I woke up to a security alert from the Bahamas house so we're flying down there to check on it. We'll be back Tuesday night."

"Good morning sweetie!" Your dad put his phone away, finally registering that you’re in the room.

"Did your mom catch you up on what's going on?" You nod your head.

"Ok good. You know how everything works and to call us if anything happens." You look at your dad doing your best to make it look like you were actually listening to the lecture you get every time they leave you to go on a trip.

"And of course, no more than three of your girl friends can come over and if they do come over you ask us first."

"Of course dad." You smile, slightly embarrassed remembering how you got caught throwing your last party.

You say goodbye to your parents and carry on outside.

"Wait (Y/N) one last thing." Your dad calls after you.

"Yes?" You spin back around.

"Please be careful around the boys that are working on the boat."

You simply smile sweetly and turn to the door, on a mission to finally hook up with the handsome waiter.

The boys stop what they're doing to watch you approach them.

"Um, hey." The brunette calls out to you sounding slightly confused. You figure that he was the sort of leader of the group.

"Hey." You smile up at him. "Did my dad hire you guys to clean The Siren?"

"Yeah he did. I'm John B and that's Pope." John B points to Heyward's son who gives you a shy wave. You wave back politely

"And that's JJ." So his name was JJ. Oddly fitting.

"Sup." JJ nods his head at you, earning him a genuine smile and a slight blush.

"Well I'm (Y/N). Do you guys mind if I lay out on the dock to tan while you work?"

JJ smiles and says something to his friends that makes Pope smack his shoulder.

"Uh no of course not. It is your dock." John B says awkwardly, obviously just wanting to get back to work.

You walk about half way back down the dock to give the boys some space before pulling out your towel to get your tanning spot set up. Once everything you needed was laid out you begin to undress. Slowly you pull up the big shirt revealing your bikini that perfectly accentuates your breasts. Turning so that your back faces the boat you toss the shirt onto your bag and unbutton your shorts. Taking a deep breath to steady your movements you slightly bend over and move your hips side to side as you pull them down, smoothly kicking the denim off once it reaches your ankles. Fixing your hair you turn back around to check if JJ saw your little performance, and he did. As he hoses the salt off the main deck he watches you intently, not looking away when you catch him staring. The two of you maintain eye contact as you sit down on your towel and lean back slowly. The eye contact only breaks when John B calls him over to help him with something, but you never stop watching him. After about an hour of working JJ had taken his shirt off, making sure to look over his shoulder at you as he fixed his hair and readjusted his red baseball cap. A needy feeling rose up deep inside of you at the sight. JJ was too much.

As the day grew longer it also grew cooler. The sun dipping farther into the west was accompanied by winds that made you shiver relentlessly in your revealing bikini. Reluctantly you leave the dock to change into some sleep shorts and your hoodie from your lifeguarding job last summer. You’re disappointed in yourself for just gawking at JJ all day instead of actually making a move on him. Watching the boys wind down their work from the living room you thought hard of some way to initiate conversation with the handsome blonde before it was too late. Feeling your stomach grumble gives you an idea.

You have to force yourself to not run as you make your way back out to the boat. It was JJ who sees you coming down the dock.

“And the maiden of the house returns.” He calls out to you, not looking up from his work. The setting sun was turning his tanned and toned chest gold, making him look like a Roman god. Focus, (y/n), focus.

“I was thinking about ordering a pizza and was wondering if you guys would want some, you know, to reward you for your hard work.” You put on your best puppy eyes as you look up at him.

“I’m not sure about the other two, but I’d fucking love some pizza.” JJ calls back to his friends to tell them about your offer and is met by two enthusiastic cheers.

“I think they agree.” He smiles down at you.

“Sweet, I'll go back in and order it.” Everything was falling just into place. Triumphantly you walk back towards your house, but you don’t even make it half way down the dock when JJ calls out your name.

“Hey (y/n), I’m not gonna have to pay you back in any type of way later am I?” The shit eating grin plastered across his face tells you he wasn’t talking about money. Blushing hard, you try to think of something slick to say back to him. JJ was very obviously entertained by your new shyness. He leans forward on the railing, smirking expectantly.

“We’ll see.”

It didn’t take long for the pizza to arrive or for JJ and his friends to finish up on the boat and meet you on the patio. Things were a little awkward when you guys first sat down, but after a couple slices of pizza and a few beers you’d stolen from your parents’ expansive alcohol collection you all joked like friends. You learned more about the pogues and their adventures on the cut. Most importantly you learned more about JJ. Like his love for surfing, how his eyes scrunched up when he laughed, that him and John B have been best friends since third grade, that he always had to be moving or fidgeting with something, and his plans to move to Yucatán. As it got darker out you moved inside to throw away the group’s garbage. Knowing that the boys were tired from a long day's work you didn’t want to rush them out of your house, so you were perfectly fine letting them lounge on your patio a little while longer. When you came inside you secretly hoped that JJ would make your whole plan of hooking up with him a little easier and that he’d follow you. Just when you give up hope the glass door to the patio swings open and JJ walks in, leaning over the back of the couch you're laying on.

“You look bored.” He states the obvious. Once again social media was failing to keep you entertained.

“I am.” You sit up to make room for JJ to come around and sit next to you, and that he did.

“It’s just that I’m getting tired of how superficial everyone on this side of the island is.” JJ nods for you to go on, his sky blue eyes examining you.

“Everything we do here is just for show. Ya know?” You toss your head back against the couch shaking it.

“Yeah I know exactly what you mean. I’m in disbelief at half the shit I hear working at the Island Club. I’d be miserable constantly living to impress everyone else.”

“We are miserable.” You look at JJ with a smile that he reciprocates.

“I’ve always known you were different than the other kooks.” The way he looks from your eyes to your lips makes you shiver.

“How so?” Your voice fills with anticipation.

“I don’t know.” He simply shrugs his shoulders. Looking away, you try to hide how your face drops, JJ doesn’t fail to notice.

“I guess the way you flirt with me was one thing.” Casually he reaches for his beer like he didn’t just call you out.

“Hey, you started it.” You slap his shoulder lightly. The smirk that grew across his face reassures the anxiety that was rising up inside of you.

“Yeah I did.” JJ agrees, taking another sip of his beer.

The room grows silent and you rack your brain trying to think of some way to carry on the conversation. Guys usually didn't have this effect on you. Kooks don’t know how to flirt or keep a conversation, all they do is brag about what they have or use corny one liners. Admittedly you only ever fuck them out of boredom or wanting something quick and easy. Getting a guy was easy when they just threw themselves at you to stroke their own ego. JJ's aloof yet flirty personality is what makes you want him that much more. Without second thought you say the first thing that comes to your mind.

"You know my parents aren't gonna be home all weekend." Fuck. You internally cringe at yourself for sounding just like the desperate corny men who chase you. Trying to play it cool you lean across JJ's lap to take a sip of his beer. To your surprise his face lights up.

"Is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) trying to get in my pants?" He puts an emphasis on the my.

"Are you not trying to get into mine?" He finishes off his beer to hide the fact that he has no clue how to respond, but it doesn’t work. You finally did it. You finally left JJ speechless.

The sound of the door to the patio opening and closing saves him.

Pope and John B walked into the living room laughing at something one of them had said.

"Hey J, you ready to go? I've gotta get Pope back home." John B says.

"I cannot miss curfew again." Pope affirms.

JJ looks at you and then looks at his friends. Silently you stare back praying to God that he'll stay. Fuck it. You lean forward, dragging your nails across JJ's left shoulder and whisper in his ear.

"Please don't go."

That was all JJ needed.

"I think I'm actually gonna stay here tonight." A giant wave of relief washes over you. Pope and John B exchange a knowing look.

"Well ok then. I'll see you tomorrow. Or whenever you're done here." John B claps JJ on the shoulder as he and Pope walk out. Once they are out of the room JJ puts an arm around you.

"Oh yeah one last thing," Pope calls from the foyer, "be safe." him and John B laugh as you and JJ blush, but once the door shuts JJ is on top of you. He kisses you deeply as his hands travel up your hoody and to your waist. His erection grinds into your aching core. A moan involuntarily escapes your lips, causing JJ's grip on you to tighten. You put a hand on his chest to stop him.

"Hang on," JJ's eyes search your face in worry, "we should go upstairs."

It took everything in you to stop him, but after all that build up and yearning you don’t want to just get raw dogged on the couch.

JJ rolls off of you so you can take his big hand and lead him upstairs. Once you reach your room JJ is back on you, one hand on your waist, the other on your ass, with your arms thrown around his neck. Carefully he leads the two of you backwards so he can sit on your bed with you standing in between his legs. Pulling off your hoodie he begins to undress you, taking a minute just to stare at you once you’re in your bra and panties. He’s in absolute awe. You picked out a matching lacey set just for this moment, just to see his eyes cloud with lust as he unwrapped you. Swiftly he leans forward to pick you up and toss you on the bed. He crawls above you to lean forward and whisper in your ear.

"I've been thinking about this for months. Late at night imagining you in every position, screaming my name, leaving scratches down my back." His breath on your neck sends shivers down your spine and to your core. He nips at it as he begins tracing circles on your clit. Finally feeling what you've so badly needed all day, you buck into his hand.

"Oh baby you're so wet. Have you been thinking about me too?" You nod a quick yes before gasping as he moves his fingers down to your core, flicking his wrist to thrust them in and out of you. In response he chuckles and whispers good girl against your skin as he moves his kisses down your neck and to your chest. Once he reaches your clothed breast he kisses over the lace.

"Take this off for me." Without taking his hand out of your panties he uses his free arm to prop himself up to give you room to reach behind your back and unclasp your bra, tossing it on the floor. He wastes no time to dip down and suck one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Your fists ball up in his shirt at the feeling and a lewd moan escapes your lips. He works you through until you cum, gripping his shoulders as you experience your first orgasm of the night.

He pulls his fingers out of you and brings them up to your lips. Making unbreakable eye contact you suck them into your mouth and wrap your tongue around them. JJ moans out a breathy fuck before removing them.

"Take this off." Blissed out you shamelessly whine, tugging at his shirt. Smiling cockily he tosses off his hat before pulling the fabric over his head. You bite your lip at the sight of him shirtless, reaching out to run your hands over his strong shoulders. JJ revels in your touch before grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.

"God you just want me so bad don't you?" His face is inches from yours, his lips ghosting over your own, teasing you when he pulls away. He releases your wrists so he can pull down your panties(kissing your clothed clit before doing so)and finishes undressing himself. Your mouth falls open as his hand moves up and down his large erection. He leans forward to center himself with you, but stops before pushing in.

"I thought I asked you a question. You do want me, right?" He continues to pump himself, letting out a soft pornographic moan.

"God yes JJ, I need you, now please just fuck me." All day all you wanted was for him to pound you senseless so you could care less about how helpless and desperate you sound.

As soon as the words leave your mouth he slams into you. One of your hands grips the sheets while the other grips his shoulder hard enough to leave scars. Moans fill the room as he begins to thrust. With how overstimulated and needy you already are, it only takes a few minutes for you to reach your second orgasm. JJ pulls out of you, but only to switch positions. He pulls you up so that you kneel facing your vanity mirror. Coming up behind you he wraps an arm around your waist to steady you as he puts his dick back inside you. Once his pace is steady he moves his hand up to your throat. You squirms under his grip and pant his name. With you in full view he moans at the unholy sight of tears forming in your eyes as they roll back. He pounds in and out of you even harder. Using his thumb and index finger he forces you to look at yourself.

"Look at you, an absolute mess just for me. Is this what you wanted? Is this why you've been showing off to me all day? So I could fuck your brains out." You nod your head, but he just chokes you harder.

"Come on now, you can use your words." His breath was hot on your neck as he began to leave his mark on you.

"Yes, yes JJ. God oh fuck yes. Right there." He continues to pound into you until you whine out that you were about to cum.

"Not yet baby." He pulls out and pushes you onto your back so he could kiss you as he begins thrusting again. Crying out from being so close you dig in and drag your nails down his back screaming his name. JJ throws his head back in ecstasy, his own impending finish causing his thrusts to become fast and sloppy. Still clawing his back you beg him to let you cum, this time he lets you. Your vision goes blurry and your jaw falls slack as you finish. JJ isn’t far behind, moaning your name as he pulls out just in time to cum on your stomach.

Once you’re both cleaned up he wraps you in his arms and tucks you against his chest

"Was it what you imagined?" You look up at him innocently.

"Hmm?" He questions, looking down at you.

"Like what you were saying earlier how you'd think about me late at night. Is it what you imagined?" You repeat yourself. He kisses you sweetly before answering your question.

"It was more than I ever imagined." You lay your head back against his chest.

"Good."

"Is this what you wanted?" He asks you tiredly.

"It's more than I could have ever wanted."

"Good. Goodnight (Y/N)."

"Goodnight JJ."

You kiss your crush's chest before falling asleep in his arms.

AN: Heyyy Cupid here. I'm very new to publishing my work and this is the first smut i've ever written(but I've read plenty of it) so please bare with me ok. While writing this i kinda thought up the fic from JJ's pov/the morning after AND a third part where they meet up at the island club so lmk if you want those ;) Also remember to use a condom(you don't always get as lucky as fic characters get), to ask for consent, and to pee after intercourse so you don't get a uti

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x kook!reader #outer banks

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accio-victuuri · 2 years ago

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Wang Yibo - September 2022 Cosmopolitan magazine Q& A 🤍

In past interviews, many reporters asked him what he would like to do next year, what he would be like in ten years, and what kind of life he would like to live in the future... He gave a unified answer: " I don't know, I'll take a look at it when the time comes." Wang Yibo is a person who focuses on the moment wholeheartedly, so he really doesn't need to use his imagination to build a better self. The present self determines the future self, which is a more certain answer than any fantasy.

COSMO: What is the best time to skateboard and ride a motorcycle?

Wang Yibo: Any day. (Actually, it’s very casual. You can play as long as you want. If you have time, you will practice a little longer and practice for a day.)

COSMO : Does that extreme speed make you feel out of control?

Wang Yibo: You won't feel out of control when you're fast, but only when you're slowing down. When reducing from 240 miles to 80 miles or 60 miles, the car will swing a lot, because you have to ensure a braking distance of about 100 meters, and the sense of loss of control is the strongest at that time.

COSMO: To train your speed, how do you prepare in terms of physical fitness, endurance, and more specifically lung capacity, muscular endurance?

Wang Yibo: I usually pay attention to training my physical fitness and patience. Before racing, I will listen to music to make myself excited.

COSMO: Is there any opponent in acting that makes you feel nervous and enjoyable to work with?

Wang Yibo: Teacher Zhang Zhijian. The teacher looks very serious and has strong business skills. Once he enters the scene, the scene will become silent and automatically enter the state.

This interview, because of the special character of the protagonist, has a slightly different format.

We prepared 100 questions, trying to get to know Wang Yibo a little bit. As always, he didn't talk much, and basically stopped. It's just that when it comes to hobbies, the words suddenly get denser. After the interview, we asked him, after answering all the questions, how familiar we felt.

He replied, "I don't know."

So, we ended work in a chat atmosphere that belonged to Wang Yibo.

Simple and straightforward Yibo, sincere and sincere, some words are still meaningful.

COSMO : "Slow and hot" has become a well-recognized symbol for you. How slow is this "slow" ...

Wang Yibo: It doesn't seem to be that slow now.

COSMO : Say a word you most often hear people use to describe you.

Wang Yibo: Talk less.

COSMO : Will you check the fortune of Leo?

Wang Yibo: Occasionally look at it.

COSMO : If you were to change the name on your ID card to the name of a character you played, which would you choose?

Wang Yibo: Wang Yibo is very good, I don't want to change.

COSMO: After completing this sentence, "Wang Yibo is a good person because _______".

Wang Yibo: He is good at everything.

COSMO : Is there a moment when you silently applaud other people's acting?

Wang Yibo: Of course, there is no need to be silent, just agree.

COSMO : If you could dance anywhere in the world, where would you most like to try?

Wang Yibo: It's not bad to dance anywhere in the world.

COSMO: Of all the working identities, which field do you feel is the most comfortable?

Wang Yibo: None.

COSMO : Skateboarding alone, skateboarding with a skateboard veteran, skateboarding with someone who is similar to yourself, or skateboarding with a group of people, which would you choose?

Wang Yibo: Skateboarding can't be played alone, it's too boring to play alone. You can play with anyone, not alone.

COSMO : What is a trick of the latest society?

Wang Yibo: Frontside Pop Shove-it.

COSMO: Where is the best place to ride a motorcycle in the cities you have experienced?

Wang Yibo: The track. You can ride the motorcycle anywhere you want, but it is more suitable in warm weather. But now that I'm not riding on the road, I just want to ride on the track. If you're on the road now, it's better to drive.

COSMO : Someone on Zhihu said that you can see your perception from the position where you enter the bending line, is that true?

Wang Yibo: I can't tell. The position of the bending line can only be determined by whether your bending center is accurate or not.

COSMO: Anyone who owns a motorcycle will choose two kinds of entertainment: "running the mountain and going around the lake". Have you tried it?

Wang Yibo: I rode across the mountain once, and it scared me to death, and I never dared to ride again. Many people who have been off the track will be more afraid of running on the mountain, because riding on the mountain is really dangerous. There are only two lanes, one is from this side and the other is from the other side. Riding a motorcycle is easy to cause accidents. It is really not recommended.

COSMO: Skateboards and motorcycles, what time of day do you like to play?

Wang Yibo: All day. For skateboarding, I will go there around 11 am, have a meal there, and play until 5 or 6 o'clock in the afternoon. If you are on a motorcycle, it will pass around 10 o'clock, and it is also a day of riding. For motorcycles, because of the venue, the open day of the venue must be a good time to play in the past. Skateboarding is actually more casual. There is a skatepark, and I can play as long as I want. I will practice a little longer, and I will practice for a day.

COSMO: Why are your hobbies so easy to become a professional thing, tell us a few hobbies you gave up halfway...

Wang Yibo: I liked playing magic when I was a child. I bought a lot of props at the school gate, such as rubber bands and coins. Lego was also bought when I was a child, and I started dancing when I was a child. Actually, I had contact with skateboarding when I was a child. I liked it very much after I got serious about it when I grew up, and I have been playing it. Other hobbies that were eliminated, such as Chinese painting, sketching, and calligraphy I learned when I was a child, were not suitable for me, so I stopped learning.

COSMO : What movie do you want to recommend to those around you?

Wang Yibo: The Joker.

COSMO : What do you like to spend your salary on most?

Wang Yibo: Buy skateboards, buy Lego, buy helmets.

COSMO : "Eating" is a difficult problem for everyone in the workplace. Is ordering food difficult for you?

Wang Yibo: It's not difficult, I can eat anything.

COSMO: Watching horror movies and riding a roller coaster, what do you choose?

Wang Yibo: Roller coaster.

COSMO: If an alien invited you to live on another planet, would you go with him?

Wang Yibo: If TA sends me back, I will leave.

COSMO : If you live in the world of martial arts, do you want to be the leader of the martial arts alliance or the master of the world?

Wang Yibo: Avoid the world and be quiet.

COSMO : If I said that you can call it quits now, would you feel happier than you are now?

Wang Yibo : You lied to me, right?

Wang Yibo's answers are all in time. Wang Yibo's time is: every new work, every heart-to-heart with a character, every bit of acting growth, every pair of worn soles, every persistent love. Where the time is, the harvest is there. Apart from that, he was still that simple and pure boy.

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FYI, questions are from 2020 😂😂😂 as expected of Wang Yibo! just posting it here to track the article attached to this cover.

#wang yibo #mom i love him #he really is a pure boy with a soft heart 🤍🤍🤍

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Better late than never - Part 1 // Joe Liebgott x Reader

Summary: You were born and raised in Aldbourne when the American paratroopers came to your village. Naturally your friends are incredibly excited, but you can't share this excitement because you already have a soldier in your life - but somehow not everything is as it seems and eventually you realise that you are not so averse to a handsome young paratrooper.

Warnings: Language, Fluffy Fluff, Cheating, War wounds, light violence

A/N: Just a little story out of boredom. Gosh, Joe is a little softie in this one. Hope you enjoy it anyway! - There will be a part 2, because it got longer than expected...

Aldbourne, England - September 25, 1943

"Now that would be something, wouldn't it? A handsome soldier to take you out and dance with you," your friend Sally gushes and you roll your eyes. "Why would I want that?" you ask back and Sally hooks up with you. "Come on, don't tell me you're still lusting after that Edward guy?" "What do you mean lusting after? He's a gentleman and he'll be back soon," you say, convinced of your own words.

When you and Sally enter the pub it is already full of soldiers. Especially American soldiers, which makes Sally all the more excited. You don't care. You have Edward. At one of the tables you quickly find your friends Dot and Maggy. You greet each other with a peck on the cheek and then sit down with them. "It's pretty crowded in here, isn't it?" asks Maggy, wiggling her eyebrows. She seems to feel the same as Sally. She is pleased to see her local pub overflowing with strangers.

"What do you want to drink Sally? I'll get us something," you say then slowly stand up. "Cider please," she says and you nod. You walk over to the bar and stand, where you wait for Harry, the bartender, to take your order.

"Hello," you hear a voice beside you and you look up. A young soldier with dark brown eyes and fluffy brown hair is standing next to you leaning against the bar. For whatever reason, his eyes draw you right in. "Hi," you return, forcing yourself to face forward again. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asks further, and you look back at him briefly. He's quite handsome, you have to give him that, but there's also Edward. "No, thank you," you say kindly, and then Harry comes up to you.

"Y/N, love. I haven't seen you for ages. How's the family?" he asks and I try to ignore the soldier next to me as best I can. "Oh quite well, thank you Harry," you reply. "What can I get you?" "Will you get me and Sally a cider please?" "Certainly, love." "It's on me," the soldier next to me interferes, holding out the money to Harry. "There's really no need," I say immediately, but he just winks at me. "Just accept it, Miss," he says gallantly and Harry searches your gaze for a moment. You take a deep breath and press your lips together. "Thank you," you say therefore, and Harry accepts his money before handing you the two ciders.

You go back to your seat and your friends are already whispering. You put the two ciders down and sit down as Maggy turns directly to you. "Who was that cute soldier at the bar?" she asks. Your girlfriends are really unbelievable sometimes. They only have boys on their minds and since the war started, it's mostly soldiers. "How should I know?" you ask, looking at her confused. "You were talking to him, weren't you," Dot continues to tease. "Yes, because he wanted to buy me a drink, but I declined." Maggy, Dot and Sally roll their eyes. Then Dot turns to Sally. "Really now? Still that stuck-up Eddie?" Sally nods and now you roll your eyes. "His name is Edward Dot, not Eddie. And he's not stuck-up either." "That's what you say."

"He's totally boring," Maggy now interjects again. "I really don't see how you can keep going out with him." "I like him, okay?" "If I were you, I'd cut me a slice of that cream puff that's still checking you out, Y/N." You look up and quickly realise that the soldier from earlier keeps looking at you. Then you roll your eyes and turn back to your friends. "Go ahead. Have fun with it," you say, and Maggy actually stands up. "Don't mind if I do." She walks over to the soldier and his friends and starts talking to them.

You take another sip of your cider and look at Dot and Sally. "It's your own fault, Y/N. You had your chance." "And who said I wanted one? Why can't you guys just accept that I'm happy with Edward?" Sally and Dot shoot each other a look. Sally reaches out and puts her hand on mine. "Because we all think you deserve better than this wimp." "Oh yeah? And the first thing you guys think of is a bloody yank?"

Before they can say anything back, Maggy comes back to the table and to your annoyance, with the American soldiers in tow. They each take a chair and sit down between you. You look urgently at Maggy, but she just shrugs her shoulders. "Hello ladies," says one of the soldiers with a big grin. He is very handsome, but you can already tell he is a womaniser. "I'm Floyd Talbert. Pleased to meet you," he introduces himself and shakes our hands. "And this here is Skinny Sisk, Mo Alley and Joe Liebgott," he introduces the others as well. Your eyes go straight to this Joe Liebgott who bought you the drinks earlier. He smiles mischievously at you and you twitch your eyes briefly. There's something bold in his gaze.

"This here is Sally Porter, Dot Maguire and Y/N Y/L/N," Maggy introduces you all and you give a quick wave of one hand.

It isn't long before each of your friends is engaged in conversation with one of the soldiers. Except you and Joe sit rather silently. "So..." he begins. "You're from around here?" he then asks, making small talk I guess. "Mhm," you nod in reply. "Born and raised." You look at him very briefly, but quickly avert your eyes again. Joe keeps trying to strike up a conversation with you, but to no avail.

When your cider is empty, you make an effort to get up. "I'm going home," you announce, and your friends look at you disappointedly. "Stay a bit longer Y/N," Dot pleads, but you shake your head. "No, I'm really tired. But enjoy your evening, will you?" you say, and are about to leave when Joe also gets up. "I could walk you home. With a village full of soldiers and in the dark, a lady shouldn't be out alone," he says quickly and you pause. "No, that's really not necessary," you say, but Maggy interrupts you immediately. "That would really be extremely kind of you Joe." You look angrily at Maggy before admitting defeat. "All right, then. Come on then," you say annoyed and leave the pub.

For a while the two of you walk silently side by side. The streets are still pretty crowded and probably it really wouldn't have been the best idea to go home alone, but you didn't want to sit uncomfortably at the table any longer while your friends were flirting.

Suddenly Joe clears his throat. "Could it be that you don't like me?" he then asks directly and you look at him in surprise. "What makes you think that?" "Well, you barely speak to me, let alone look at me properly. Your friends don't seem to mind our presence, but you..." You sigh and look at him from the side. "It's not you. It's just... I'm seeing someone at the moment, and I don't think he'd be too pleased if he knew I was seeing Yank soldiers." Joe thinks for a moment. "Then why isn't he here?" "Well, as I'm sure you can guess, he's on duty. He was stationed here when I met him, but he is currently in London." Joe says nothing more to this and the two of you walk the rest of the way silently side by side.

When you arrive at your front door, you stop short. "This is where I live. Thank you for walking me. That's really nice of you," you say honestly and smile at Joe. "Oh, don't mention it. Someone with decency doesn't let a lady walk home alone." You smirk. "Well then... See you around," you say, unlocking the door. Joe nods and then walks away.

Since Joe brought you home, your relationship has improved a lot. You've met a few more times in the pub, as it seems things are more serious between Mo and Dot. Somehow it has relieved you that he knows about Edward and you no longer feel like he is trying to ensnare you. You've found that you actually really like him. As a friend, of course.

Aldbourne, England - October 27, 1943

Four weeks later:

Edward has been back in Aldbourne for two days and you couldn't be happier. You've told him about the Yanks and also about Dot going out with one. Edward doesn't seem to pay much attention to that, though. Sure he brought you flowers and took you out when he arrived, but that night you're supposed to be helping your grandmother peel potatoes and instead of offering to help too, he's decided to go to the pub with some friends.

"What's troubling you love?" your grandmother asks you as you blearily peel the potatoes. "Oh nothing, Grandma," you return, but the old lady gives you a penetrating look. "Y/N Y/L/N, don't you dare lie to me, you understand?" You stop and put the peeler down for a moment. "All right. All my friends are at the pub and Edward's finally back and he's at the pub too and actually I wanted to be there too, but of course I want to help you too and..." "Stop, stop," your grandmother interrupts you. " Love, do you really think I don't know what it's like to be young?" You look at her for a moment. "Go on, get out of here," she then says and you look at her with wide eyes. "Excuse me?" "I said get out Y/N. I can still manage here on my own." Full of joy, you jump up and give her a big hug. "Thank you grandmother!" "Y/N, it's okay."

When you arrive at the pub half an hour later, you see Maggy standing outside with Tab. "Y/N?" she asks, surprised. "What are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming tonight." "Change of plans," you return with a grin. "Hey Tab," you greet the yank before pushing open the door. "Y/N wait!" you hear Maggy call after you, but you are already inside. And what you see there leaves you speechless. Maggy rushes in behind you, but she immediately runs into you.

You immediately spot Edward at a table next to the bar. But he is not alone. A young woman sits on his lap and sticks her tongue down his throat. You feel tears stinging your eyes. "Y/N!", Maggy says again, but all you see is the bastard. At the bar, Skinny, Joe, Dot, Sally and Mo have now spotted you. Only Skinny, Joe and Mo don't know who Edward is. So they only see you, fuming, heading for a British soldier.

You tap Edward on the shoulder and then cross your arms. Disturbed, he looks up, but when he recognises you, he immediately jumps up. "Y/N?! What are you doing here ? I thought...", he immediately begins to stammer. With trembling lips you give him a resounding slap, which gets you all the attention of the pub, but you don't really care. "Are you serious? Are you fucking serious?! I'm not here one day and what do you do? Here you are snogging the first best thing that comes your way!" "Y/N I'm so sorry. I just... I don't know what came over me," Edward tries to talk his way out of it, but you're not really listening to him. "You know what? I don't care. Do what you want Edward!" With these words you storm out of the pub.

As soon as you get some fresh air, you can't hold back the tears. Quickly you want to go home, but then someone holds you back by the arm. "Y/N, wait a minute. Hey!" says the person. You have your hands in front of your face and you can hardly see anything because of the tears as you continue to cry leaning against a hard chest. "Hey, come on. It's going to be okay, all right? He's an idiot." Two strong arms wrap around you and Joe squeezes you a little closer. You can breathe in his scent and somehow it seems to calm you.

Joe comforts you for a while and when you have calmed down a little, you gently squeeze away from him. "Come," he says quietly, and leads you to a park bench. As you sit down, he holds out a handkerchief and you accept it gratefully. "Thank you Joe. That's really... Sweet of you." "Stop thanking me all the time. I don't mind doing that." "I... I don't know how I could have missed that..." "How could you? He's a dick. I'm sorry he did that to you, Y/N. You didn't deserve that." "I just think about it all the time.... If he's already doing it here, where I live and my friends are, what has he done in places I haven't been?"

"I wouldn't even think too much about it Y/N. He's an idiot." Joe brushes a strand of hair from your tear-stained face. "How can he not be, I mean.... If he lets a woman like you go, then he must be an idiot." For a moment you both look at each other and Joe smiles encouragingly at you. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and then avert your eyes before shuddering. Joe notices and takes off his jacket to put it around your shoulders. "Thank you," you breathe, and he just shakes his head in amusement.

The night you caught Edward with the other woman, Joe was still walking you home. Of course you continued to cry and it hurt. Your friends didn't get off scot-free either, as they knew but didn't say anything. "If we had told you, you wouldn't have believed us anyway!", Sally justified herself, and maybe she's even right, but nonetheless it would have been her obligation to tell you.

Aldbourne, England - January 25, 1944

3 months later

You still spend a lot of time with Joe. You and he have become real friends and you feel comfortable with him. He was the one who made you laugh in the early days after Edward and got you out of the house before anyone else.

Even now you are standing with him at the bar and are about to order a drink when a familiar voice addresses you. It's Edward. You haven't seen him since he cheated on you and you also think you've made it clear enough that you don't want to see him any more.

"Y/N?" he asks and you turn to him. You try to look at him as dismissively as possible, even though that is so not in your nature. "Hey, Buddy. Step back!", Joe immediately interferes, pushing Edward backwards. "Stay out of this, Yank. This has nothing to do with you!", Edward sneers at Joe. "Y/N please, can I talk to you for a minute?" You look briefly at Joe and then nod, barely noticeably, causing Joe to take a step back. "I don't know what else you would have to say to me, but please..."

"I want you back Y/N. I'm so incredibly sorry for what happened and it will never happen again, I promise you! But I love you and without you, I'm just lost!" he says desperately and you listen to all his apologies and promises until he finishes. "Do you forgive me?" he then asks.

You think about it for a moment. "Fine," you say indifferently, and Edward's face is already hinting at a glow. "You know Edward. I couldn't care less about you, which is why you're not even worth holding a grudge against." Edward looks like you punched him in the face. Behind you, Joe grins smugly to himself. "You don't mean that..." "Yes Edward I do. I'm over you. I've got someone new," you then say, though it's not true. "You do?" says Edward, sounding like he doesn't believe you. "Yeah." "And who?"

You look to Joe. "Him." Edward looks back and forth between you and Joe. "A bloody yank? You serious?" "Yeah, I'm serious. And Joe is a thousand times more man than you ever were." "I don't believe you Y/N. You just say that now so I'll leave you alone." Again you look to Joe. "You want proof?" Without thinking much further, you stand on your tiptoes and kiss Joe. You put your hands on the back of his neck and pull him down to you.

Joe doesn't seem to mind any of this, because he kisses you back and pulls you even closer to him by the waist. His dominant side comes out immediately and you are slightly surprised when you feel his tongue in your mouth. However, you join in and kiss him passionately before you separate after what feels like an eternity.

For a moment you look into each other's eyes. Your heart beats faster, your breath has quickened and a swarm of butterflies has awakened in your stomach. You bite your lip for a moment, but you don't take your eyes off Joe. Next to you, you hear Edward swear and leave the pub in a huff.

Embarrassed, you turn away from Joe and clear your throat. "Uh, I'm sorry... I uh... don't know what...", you stammer, but Joe takes your face in his hands and kisses you again. A little surprised at first, you let him and then put your arms around his neck to pull him closer. "Finally!" someone calls behind you and you break away from each other. Behind you are your friends, cheering you on. "About time," Sally grins, winking at you.

Joe takes you by the hand. "Come on," he whispers in your ear and leads you outside. Hand in hand you walk through Aldbourne. Again and again you try to pluck up the courage to say something, but you cannot. "You know, I've been wanting to do this for a long time," he breaks the silence. "What do you mean?" you ask dumbly and he smiles at you. "Well, kiss you." Flattered, you smile. "But you were always going on about this Edward guy and I didn't know.... Well." "And what are your excuses for the last three months?" you ask, smiling. Joe smiles gently at you. "I didn't mean to push you."

"Okay, that one's on you. But my fault was that I didn't realise what was right infront of me!", you say and put your arms around his neck. "Better late, than never", he replies and kisses you.

Aldbourne, England - May 15, 1944

You and Joe have been inseparable since the night you first kissed. He took you out, took you dancing and you fell in love. You can't say it any other way, but you fell in love with Joe Liebgott. An American soldier.

Today is Joe's birthday, which is why you're meeting him. He is already waiting for you outside the pub when you run up to him and jump into his arms. "Happy birthday my love," you say and kiss him passionately. As he sets you back on your feet, you quickly realise that something is wrong. "What's wrong?" you ask anxiously. Joe hangs his head. "We're being moved," he then says, and you widen your eyes. " Excuse me? Where to?" Sadness rises in you. "To Upottery. It looks like we'll be effectively going to war soon."

Tears well up in your eyes. "Hey sweetheart," Joe says gently and puts a hand to your cheek where he wipes the tear away with his thumb. "Don't cry please." Then he takes you in his arms. "Let's still enjoy the time we have." You give him a hug. "And how long is that? A few days? A few weeks?" you ask desperately. Joe hangs his head sadly. "A few days, I'm afraid." You begin to sob.

As Joe put it, you enjoy the few days you have left together. The night before they are moved, you meet up with Joe again. You enjoy a nice last evening together. As you lie together on a picnic blanket and look up at the sky, he gently strokes your Y/H/C hair. "I'll come back to you Y/N. I promise you that," he whispers and you snuggle closer to him. "And I'll be here waiting for you."

Full of anticipation, Joe gets off the train. At last he sees you again. You've given him strength for the last month. Strength to survive and when the news came that they were coming back to Aldbourne, he would have wanted to jump for joy.

Aldbourne, England - June 30, 1944

Joe's POV:

As they get out of the trucks, a few people are already standing there to greet them. Joe spots Dot, your friend, who immediately throws herself into Alley's arms. But he can't see you anywhere. Strange. "She's not here," Joe hears a voice and turns around. In front of him is Sally, your other friend, who looks at Joe slightly pityingly. "What do you mean?" asks Joe, confused. "Where's Y/N?" Sally takes a deep breath. "She volunteered to help as a nurse. After you guys jumped into Normandy, they put out calls that any helping hands were needed. Y/N's mother was also a nurse, which is why she felt obliged."

Joe looks at Sally in disbelief. This can't be fucking happening. A fucking month he's been waiting to finally be back in your arms and now you're not here.

#Band of Brothers #Band of Brothers x Reader #Joe Liebgott #Joe Liebgott x Reader #bob #Joe Liebgott is a softie (well in this story he is)#OneShot but in 2 Parts #bobedit #joe liebgott #Ross McCall #He's just so hot - sorry #sorry not sorry

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