#i guess these movies made bank as fuck even though they sucked so i can see why there was no impetpus to put in the extra effort

[gorewound]

I feel like what's been sticking with me about the Trolls films is that they really didn't have to be as bad as they are. Like each movie contains elements that could have combined into quite good movies but I guess the will to do so wasn't actually there among the people making the movies.

The first one could have actually leveraged the bi-directional prejudices of the Bergens and the Trolls being constructed on false assumptions as a plot point but instead it's just kinda vaguely there like the worlds most disinterested ghost almost-but-not-quite haunting the narrative. I assume that they didn't really acknowledge or explore this because doing so would have actually required discussing some kind of repirations for the captivity and murder of the trolls before the movie starts? This entire film just kinda stinks of the filmmakers having zero courage in regards to the plot of the movie they were making and it frustrated me endlessly.

The second one needed Poppy and Barb to be long-time pen-pals before the movie started and to have actually gone in a sapphic direction with their character arcs. Also like, maybe do some sensitivity consulting at literally any point during production, jesus guys your movie is kinda fucking racist and in the lazyest fucking way.

The third one could only be salvaged by having the plot they chose instead be the B plot and focus most of the movie on Bridget's honeymoon roadtrip.

[rianafying]

i’m having a really bad day emotionally. idk if it’s my period hormones or bpd but i’m just in a really sucky mood today. yesterday i recovered from one illness that i had since late jan. i’ve been desperately waiting to feel better and this morning i woke up with another kind of illness. and i’m doing my best to recover from this as well. and something triggered my abandonment response and im just having a really really hard time right now. and i can’t even freely talk about it to anyone or even write about it in my journal. i’m just. so sad right now. i’m not abandoned but i feel that way. i have been feeling abandoned for a while now and a small thing that happened last night really amped it up. then this morning i woke up with a crazy amount of physical pain and fever from said illness and im also severely dehydrated because i have been too upset to drink water so i’ve been forcing myself to drink lots of water all day. and had to take painkillers and sleep the fever off. all by myself. i hate being by myself. but it was worse when i was living with family back in bangladesh. somehow i felt even lonelier and more horrible there. lately i’ve had very little hope about myself and my future. i’m just going through a rough time mentally. so are my loved ones. i’m sobbing as i’m writing about this. this isn’t even bad. like it’s just my mental illness over reacting and my hormones possibly amplifying the negative emotions. but nothing terrible has actually happened it’s just that i wanted something and i can’t have it and even in my dreams, my desires plague me. it all sounds vague but that’s on purpose because i can’t openly talk about it. even when faced with much greater difficulty, i have handled things better but right now even though it’s not actually that bad, i feel exceptionally sad. i did my groceries. made the right decisions. i literally did my very fucking best today. and yet i feel nothing but awful awful awful. even some self hatred and self pity. i’m having a hard time trying to logic myself out of this one. maybe it just needs some time. the problem is that i don’t have all that much time to give. i have a class early tomorrow and it’s one of those classes that i really have to participate in and even though i normally look forward to this class, im dreading it right now. i dont have the energy to learn a whole bunch of things right now. and my friends invited me for drinks after classes, which is great but sucks because i literally have 5$ in my bank account to last me the whole week, and today was just monday. idk how this happened. actually i know exactly how this happened, i paid of my medical bills when i got paid this weekend. that’s why i have nothing left. but it’s a big relief. that i have paid off all my hospital debt. it’s a huge deal. and it’s done. now temporarily i’ll struggle a little but it’ll be okay soon. also it was just 11:11pm and i made a good wish. i’m going to try my best to bring it to fruition. rn im still a bit sick, and im not gonna beat myself up for having a bad couple of days. i know im doing my best. my best is not as good as other people’s but it’s mine. and i am choosing to go easy on myself. i’m feeling a fever coming back. the plan for the rest of the night is to maybe rest till my fever goes away. then watch the movies i downloaded w the library wifi, because guess what, i didn’t have money to get wifi this month. so i barely use my data and i try to download as much as i can at uni and at the library. it has been kind of good for me. to be off the internet mostly. this reminds me i should deactivate my instagram soon. idc if i loose my work flow. or maybe try to find balance between life offline and online. after i’m done resting and my fever subsides, ill boil some eggs and what not. i deserve to eat well. nvm im back to crying in my fetal position. oh god i feel so bad. i feel so bad right now. i can’t do anything about this. and the things that i can fix, i don’t. this is literally my life. crying about things i can’t control and ignoring the things i can control

this is the worst i have felt in 2024 so far. i’m so sad that it’s giving me a headache. i’m so disoriented and confused and tired and sad i don’t wanna do anything. i’m depressed as fuck. why does this happen to me. oh god i let a couple of hours pass, and i’m doing a little bit better. this is so stupid.

[ptergwen]

this is me requesting for the first time but maybe going like to a haunted house with peter like wearing a couples costume but none of you have confessed and it leads to a confession<3 i hope this made sense 😭

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warnings: swearing, a little suggestiveness, and a lot of outer banks references

a/n: hehe i’m super happy with how this came out and i hope you are too!! i know i’m taking forever to get through these requests but i promise i’m working on them y’all please enjoy this one in the meantime <3

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“guys, i’m fucking freezing out here,” you whine, teeth chattering and arms crossed over your chest. “i wonder why,” mj deadpans in reference to your costume.

your friend group decided to be the pogues for halloween this year, and you’re sarah cameron. in hindsight, a sleeveless crop top and skinny jeans weren’t the best choice coverage-wise.

you rub your exposed arms as you wait on line for the haunted house mj dragged everyone to. she refused to dress up unless you all did something she wanted in return, so here you are.

“you know what they say, em. go big or go home,” you defend. mj smugly adjusts the collar of her graphic tee — she’s supposed to be pope. “well, i’ll go home then. i don’t stick to the status quo.”

she saunters over to ned, currently jj, which gives peter the opportunity to steal her spot.

he comes up behind you with a squeeze at your shoulders to announce his presence. his warm palms feel nice against your cold skin, really nice.

“woah, you are freezing,” he confirms, thumbs running across your shoulder blades. “i could help with that.”

peter is grinning one of his toothy grins when you look at him, and you instantly grin back.

“please,” you laugh out and turn around to face him. “you wouldn’t mind, though?” still smiling, peter shakes his head.

he winds his arms comfortably around your waist, stepping towards you.

“as your john b, not one bit. not as your peter, either.”

did he just call himself yours?

you hum and tug on the bandana tied around peter’s neck. he draws you in so you’re chest to chest, only his is bare. how he manages to stay so toasty while wearing less than you is a mystery.

your hands innocently slide under his barely buttoned floral top. he shivers under your touch, chuckling softly.

“damn. i’m, like, elsa or some shit if i can ice you out,” you joke, pressing your hands flat against his stomach.

peter’s abs clench, and his cheeks turn so rosy that you notice even on the darkly lit street.

“no, no. you’re fine. we just…” he clears his throat, another smile painting his lips. “we’ve never been this close before.”

he’s right. you might cuddle during movie nights or hug when you’ve had bad days, but that doesn’t exactly compare to being flush against each other’s half naked bodies.

just friends is starting to feel a lot like more than friends.

“we’re next, mr and mrs,” ned informs you and peter, gesturing for you to move up in line. “huh?” peter splutters at the same time you choke out a, “what?“

“it’s almost our turn to go in,” ned reiterates obliviously.

because that’s definitely the part you were freaking about.

mj smirks and nudges you both forward, since you’re currently stuck in place. “mr and mrs, as in routledge,” she clarifies on ned’s behalf.

right, your costumes. john b. routledge and sarah cameron.

“totally,” peter scratches the back of his neck. “makes sense,” you quietly agree.

you and peter begin leading the way to the entrance of the haunted house. you’re already missing his warmth, despite the fact that you’ve barely been without it.

“two at a time,” a worker tells you as you reach the entrance. you sneak a glance at peter, who’s already gazing at you.

“uh, we have to split up,” peter relays to ned and mj. “what do you wanna do?” he’s asking everyone, although his eyes are locked with yours. you suck in a breath and boldly link your arm through his. “come with me.”

mj snickers at the exchange, doing the same to ned to mimic you.

“i guess this is fitting. we are jj and pope,” she remarks. “let’s go, leeds.” she nods at you and peter as she passes by you two to head inside, ned wiggling his eyebrows. “catch you on the flip.”

that leaves you and peter alone, and touching, and ready to admit what you haven’t had the courage to until now. the two of you walk off to the side so you can chat freely.

“why me?” peter wonders after a moment. “because you’ll keep me safe from whatever the hell is in there,” you explain lightheartedly, then add on a serious note, “you’re a protector, pete. it’s one of the many things i like about you.”

peter’s hand finds yours and tangles your fingers together, urging you to continue.

“i like everything about you, actually,” you murmur, peter holding your intertwined hands over his heart. “i could say the same, y/n,” he speaks lowly.

you giggle and crane your neck up to him, nudging your nose against his. peter’s other hand cups your cheek gingerly, his eyes practically twinkling.

ned’s shrieking from inside the haunted house interrupts the moment, you and peter bursting into a fit of laughter nevertheless. that’s your cue.

“shall we, mr. routledge?” you prompt peter. he caresses your cheek with a bite of his lip, attempting to suppress yet another smile. “we shall, mrs. routledge.”

[theneondemonx]

HOUDINI | JJK

One Shot

▽ summary: jungkook was your first and only. When he got arrested, you felt like an idiot for always believing his every word and after a few years you decided to date again. But the word somehow got to his ears in jail and he couldn’t let you be anyone else’s but his.

▽ genre: porn with some plot, criminal au, established relationship

▽ pairings: escaped convict!jk x fem!reader

▽ words: 3464

▽ warnings: mention of abusive relationship, mention of alcohol abuse, mention of underage sex, criminal activities, implied murder, possessive behavior, mention of female masturbation, spanking, fingering, female ejaculation, overstimulation, oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk

( ➜ Drabble 1: first meeting ) [⏵playlist]

He hit me and it felt like a kiss He hit me and I knew he loved me If he didn't care for me I could have never made him mad But he hit me and I was glad

You were still very young when you learned that love was nothing like the cheesy romances you’d see on the big screen. Well, you didn’t actually have the money to go to the movies, but sometimes you found the way to sneak in and watch whatever was there to watch. You had a fascination for those stories, for those dancing images on the screen. They were made of pure light. Literally. While everyone was caught in the enchantment of the movie, you were the one to look behind your back and follow the light beam up until its source, looking straight at the small window from which the projector created the whole illusion of life before your eyes.

Most people want to escape from reality. They want to feel like their life has meaning, like it is just one plot twist away from being interesting. I didn’t. Maybe I should have, since mine was pretty shit. But I guess this was the whole reason why I was looking for the disenchantment. It’s like watching a magician. I’ve always been the type to be more observant, to look for the trick. Cause if there wasn’t any, then it would have meant that mine was the only pointless existence.

No one in your block had a penny to their names. Everyone dreamed of going away, of starting a new life and do something meaningful. But you knew that most of them would never make it. They were trapped.

We think of the key, each in his prison. Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

Those weren’t your words. They were Jungkook’s. Well, not his own words, actually. He had read them somewhere. He was the type to read, although he didn’t look like it at all. And you know how people who read are: they are good with words. They can shape reality with just a flick of their tongue. And damn if he got a way with words! That’s why you fell for him.

It wasn’t just the fact that he got the looks of an angel. He also talked like one. He could talk his way in and out of everything and you were pretty sure he could lie his way into heaven if he wanted to. He was an exceptional liar, a pathological one too. But you loved him anyway.

You believed him when he told you that he was going to turn your life upside down. Why wouldn’t you? He had already done it more times than you could count. He had done it since the day you first met in that dark movie theatre. You had always believed him and everything he said. He was the only man you ever loved, the first and the last you had sex with, and eventually the one you married.

He reminded you of your father. They had the same dangerous charm. Their eyes gleamed with the same light: that of a man who was willing to con the whole world and make it his own. Your father didn’t make it, though. He became a drunk mess and ended up in prison for attempted murder.

Only a pathetic fuck goes to jail for attempted murder. Either you go down for murder, or you don’t go down at all. That’s how much of a failure he was.

But you didn’t care about him. He used to beat your mother whenever he felt like it. Jungkook, on the other hand, never did that.

So, when he told you those words – “the less you know, the better” – you didn’t question him. You just believed him. And when he came home with a bag full of money and his hands covered in blood, you still didn’t question him. You just did as he asked and bent over the kitchen table to let him fuck you senseless.

You really didn’t care about what he did. Everyone in your block was somehow entangled with criminal activities. That’s just how it is when you can’t afford an honest life. What if he robbed a bank? What if he killed someone to get that money? So what? You’d love him anyway. You’d love him no matter what.

You still loved him when you heard the sirens wailing through the block and stop outside your shared house. You didn’t care about the fact that he just ripped your marriage into pieces. You always knew he was an Icarus.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be home for dinner.” He told you with a cocky smirk, while being pushed inside the police car.

And again, you believed him.

He was the only magician who ever managed to deceive you into thinking that his was actual magic and not just a trick. But when the jury found him guilty of aggravated robbery and murder, you felt like the lights had gone off and the curtain closed on his magic show. It was over. And now you were left standing in a sad empty circus, with just the distant music of the carousel to remind you of the fact that it was all a rouse. A convincing one for sure, but still a rouse.

When you saw him being taken away from the trial, you thought about those words he told you years before.

We think of the key, each in his prison. Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

And you smiled to yourself. Somehow, even though your whole life had just gone to pieces, you found them ironic. Who would have thought, back then, that he would end up in an actual prison? Not you for sure.

The years had passed and although you never really moved on from Jungkook, you decided it was time for you to build a life for yourself. You were still young and pretty, so it wasn’t hard for you to fool some stupid rich boy from the city. Kim Seokjin was no Jeon Jungkook, but he had money and a steady job – one that could actually pay for rent, food and vices without raising any question from the authorities.

He didn’t know you were broke as fuck, and you did your best to hide it with the means you had and the cunning that your lowlife background had teach you. You would buy fancy dresses and hide the tag when you wore them, so that you could return them the day after. You would also tell Seokjin to come pick you up at work in Gangnam. You never worked there, of course, but he was dumb enough to believe you. It didn’t really matter: you planned on sleeping with him soon enough and let him knock you up. Men always get way too excited when you tell them that they can fuck you without putting on a condom.

What you didn’t plan, however, was to find yourself with a tattooed hand covering your mouth when one night you came back home from a date with Seokjin. At first you tried to scream and free yourself from the strong grip of the mysterious man that somehow got into your house, but you froze as soon as he spoke.

“Shh be quiet, baby. You want to be the one to rat me out?”

You’d recognize that voice among millions. It was Jungkook.

How did he get out? His sentence is not over yet. He still has to serve twenty more years.

You thought that by being quiet and staying still, he would loosen the grip on you, but he didn’t.

“Fancy dress you got here, honey.” He hissed, pressing his lips against your ear and making you shiver from his touch. His hand trailed along the side of your body, caressing the expensive fabric of the white dress.

“Was your new boyfriend, the one who bought it for you?”

Your eyes widened at that question and you again tried to free yourself without success.

“Yeah.. I know. I was surprised too when Yoongi came to visit me and told me you were seeing some fancy city boy with his head up his tuxedo-covered ass.”

You knew that no matter how soft his voice could sound, he was mad. He was always calm when he was really mad.. until he wasn’t calm anymore.

“I told him: no, Yoongi, there’s no way that’s true. My sweet Y/N would never do something like that. She is a faithful wife, not some dirty whore who’s ready to sell her cunt to the first Richie Rich who comes around.”

He chuckled darkly.

“But he brought me the photos. So I guess I was wrong.”

He abruptly turned you around, pushing your back against the wall. It was then, that you saw him. His hair got longer and he somehow got some tattoos on his right arm. His dark eyes were gleaming in the dark with a mischievous light that you had never seen on him – not when he was looking at you, at least.

His fingers tightened around your jaw, forcing you to look at him straight in the eyes.

“Did you let him touch you?”

“N-no.” You muttered, with your heartbeat racing fast and your eyes wide open like those of an innocent doe who was just caught by a cold-blooded hunter.

He pressed his body on yours, breathing heavily against your lips without breaking eye contact.

“If you are lying to me.. I’ll know, Y/N.” He hissed. And you knew that those words were a clear warning.

“I expect your cunt to be tighter than it was when I left. If it isn’t..” he chuckled, slightly tilting his head to the side and licking his lips while caressing gently your reddened cheek. “..well, I guess I’ll stretch your holes so wide that there won’t be any doubt about whose little whore you are.”

He didn’t give you any time to breathe, let alone answer. He pressed his lips on yours with such passion that he sucked the air out of your lungs. And you melted.

You still loved him, after all. You still craved for his touch, which you missed every single night that you’ve spent in your empty bed. Every time you touched yourself, you always closed your eyes and think of him: his hands, his lips, his toned body, his cock, his breath, his smell.. everything. No man could turn you on like he did.

You could tell he had changed. He got more violent, more possessive. But for some reason, that didn’t bother you. Somehow, in a fucked up way, you enjoyed it. It was like you just had the proof that he truly loved you. That you were sill his.

You run your fingers through his hair, tightening your grip while kissing him deeply. A muffled sigh escaped from your lips when his tongue entered your mouth, exploring every corner of it like that was the last kiss he was ever gonna give you.

“Touch me.” You murmured, like it was a prayer sent straight to God.

The first one that was actually answered, since Jungkook’s hands quickly slipped under your dress while you kicked off your shoes. He turned you around again, face against the wall, and removed your underwear.

You gasped at his touch on your wet entrance, arching your back so that he could see your pussy in its full glory.

“Fuck, I missed you so much.” He murmured, starting to run his palm on your pussy.

You moaned, grinding against his hand in search of his touch while he steadied your hips with the strong grip of his free hand.

“Already purring like a kitten, baby?”

Another moan escaped from your lips, this time loudly, when he inserted his middle finger in your throbbing core, feeling it clench around his touch.

“Such a good girl. You didn’t lie to me.” He commented in a hiss, inserting another finger to test your tightness and starting to pump his digits on your most sensitive spot.

“So tight. Will you be able to take my cock, baby?”

“Y-yes. Yes I will.” You answered in between your heavy breaths and moans, chasing the pleasure that his movements gave you.

You suddenly let out a sharp cry when you felt his hand slapping your ass cheek without notice. But the lingering pain had the only effect of heightening the pleasure and getting you even more wet.

Hu chuckled, spanking you one more time.

“Fuck! Jungkook!”

He had always loved it when you said his name during sex, and he still did apparently, since he started pumping his digits harder inside you. The lewd sounds of your pussy soon filled the silence of the night.

When his other hand reached your clit and started drawing quick circles around it, your legs started shivering and your eyes rolled back from the pleasure. If it wasn’t for the wall, you’d probably fall on your knees when the orgasm hit you. You moaned so loud that you almost sounded like a dying animal.

“That’s it baby. Cum for me.”

His words only made it worse and you couldn’t help but feel like a fire ball hit you right in the belly. Your walls clenched around his pumping digits and soon your climax reached an unprecedented high, making you ejaculate on his hand while waves of pleasure went through your body like an electric shock.

“Oh my God!” Was is reaction to the mess you just made.

He let out a satisfied laugh, retracting his fingers from your overstimulated core just to smear your arousal on your own lips.

“Open your mouth, baby. I want you to taste yourself – the way I make you feel.”

You obeyed, and even if you were still panting and barely able to function, you took his fingers in you mouth, rotating your tongue around them and sucking every drop of your own arousal before letting them out with a pop.

“Good girl.” He praised you softly, caressing your hair. “Now get on your knees for me.”

Again, you obeyed without hesitation while he unzipped his pants and pumped himself a few times in front of your face.

You looked up at him, licking your lips. You could still taste your slick on them, but you wanted something different. You wanted his taste. And you were so eager to get it, that you didn’t waste any time.

You soon wrapped your mouth around his hard cock, sucking it like it was your last meal. But letting you have it your way was not Jungkook’s plan. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, tying them up in a ponytail that was only held by his own hand, and started thrusting inside your mouth until tears were gathering at the corner of your eyes.

A deep growl escaped from his lips at the sight of your mouth stuffed with his cock and your messed up make up smeared all over your face.

“My little whore. Always so good for me.” He said through his panting, face fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

And probably there wasn’t gonna be one. For all you knew, the police could come at any moment and take him back to his cell – this time, forever. But, if anything, the thrill just added something extra to the whole situation, making it even more exciting.

The rhythm of his deep thrusts against your throat soon made you gag. And that was it. That was what he wanted, what he was looking for.

“Oh shit! Fuck, I’m coming, baby.”

His cum shot straight down your throat, filling you with his warm liquid. You loved his taste. You always had since the first time he sucked his cock. You were only fifteen back then, and you had no idea how to do it. But he was older than you and he guided your every movement, teaching you what he liked and what he wanted. You thought you’d spit him out, but you always swallowed. You liked it. You liked the taste of his orgasm and you liked to know that you were the one to make him cum like that.

“Take off your dress and bra.”

Your jaw was still feeling numb and your legs weak when he ordered you to undress, but you still obeyed, in a daze.

“Now bend over the couch.”

Again, you didn’t raise any question. You just crawled towards the couch and rested your chest on the pillows, closing your eyes while you tried to catch your breath. You could feel your heart beating strong, muffled by the padded fabric of the couch. The only other sound was that of his steps, getting closer and closer to you until he dropped heavily on his knees, resting his large hands on your ass cheeks and parting them.

He let out a pleased moan and you could feel his gaze devouring the most intimate part of your body. You didn’t even need to look or feel him to know that he was getting hard again. And you felt proud. You arched your back and spread your legs a big wider, offering him the whole show. You loved to know that he wanted you so bad. Just the thought of his desire aroused you more than anything else.

He chuckled, spanking you again and making you gasp at the sharp feel of his palm against your sensitive skin.

“God, you’ve always loved being a slut for me. Am I right?”

You thought the question was rhetoric, so you didn’t respond. But when he gave you another spank and bent over you, pulling your hair to get your ear closer to his lips, you knew he wanted to hear your voice.

“Answer me. Whose little slut are you?”

“Y-yours, Jungkook. I’m your little slut.”

He chuckled darkly, letting go of your hair while caressing your reddened ass cheek and pressing his lips on your ear.

“Good girl.” He praised you, slowly starting to align the tip of his cock with your wet entrance.

You whimpered at the feel, arching your back even more to look for more friction. Seeing you like that, so eager to have him inside of you, was all it took for him to sink deep inside your core, filling you with all his length and stretching your walls.

“Fuck! You got so tight, baby.”

You did. While he was away, you didn’t have sex with anybody and you only started thinking about that when you met Seokjin. Not because you really wanted to, but because you felt like it was a necessary step to get what you wanted. Sure, Jin was handsome, but he was no Jungkook. Your husband, your first love, your first everything – he was the only one who could make you wet just by staring at you. He had that power – the power to make your head spin like you had too many drinks.

Jungkook hold your hips in place and started pounding you hard, making you moan at every thrust until you were just a hot wet mess at his mercy.

“Jungkook..” That was all you could say, breathless, while feeling your walls clench around his cock like they were holding to dear life.

He went balls deep inside of you, fucking you for all the times he didn’t in the past three years. It was intoxicating, and you knew you could never get enough of that feeling – of him.

“Jungkook.. cum inside me, please.” You whimpered, pleading him with a mere whisper when you felt his thrusts getting sloppier and more imprecise. Your orgasm was close too, but you wanted to make sure he didn’t pull out. You wanted to feel every drop of him.

“Y/N.. fuck!” Was all he said while he sank deep inside your core, filling you up with his cum and pumping it in to get you closer to your climax.

You came with his name on your lips and the lewd sounds of your sex filling your ears like the sweetest music you’d ever heard. Your hands grabbed the fabric of the couch and you could feel your saliva dripping down the side of your lips, parted by the intense sensation of your orgasm.

He dropped with his chest pressing on your back. You could feel his heavy breath against your skin and his heartbeat trying to get a calmer pace while the high of the climax was slowly fading away.

“We are leaving tonight, baby.” He whispered in your ear after a few moments of silence. “I’m not going back to jail. I’m not gonna let them tear us apart again.”

And again, even after everything that had happened, you believed him.

I guess this is my prison. You are. But I don’t want to escape.

“I love you, Jungkook.”

“I love you too, baby.”

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Seeing Their Crush Half Dressed

Kim Hongjoong:

Hongjoong was lost for sure. He didn't understand why. As an idol, he should remember his way backstage where they hold the Music Bank performances.

"Fuck......where is it?"

He scratched the back of his head, trying to remember where Ateez' waiting room was. He kept walking until he finally reached a door that he felt was familiar. Without thinking too much he opened it and widened his eyes. It definitely wasn't his waiting room. It was your group's waiting room and you were currently in the process of putting on your stage outfit. You both just stood there, too stunned to say anything.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry Y/N-shii! I was looking for my dressing room!" He finally found his voice.

You simply chuckled and quickly threw on your shirt.

"Stop the formality, we're friends you know. I'm glad it was you and not someone else who bursted in."

Hongjoong let out an awkward laugh before saying sorry again and closing the door. Once alone, he face palmed himself and dragged it down his face.

"Hongjoong you stupid idiot!"

Park Seonghwa:

Seonghwa just wanted to watch his currently favorite drama that he was hooked on. Except the 99 liners decided to hog up the tv and he was mad. Then he remembered you lived right next door. Why not just go over and watch it with you? It gives him time to spend time with you as well. Win win situation if you asked him.

He texted you and you of course told him to just walk in. You underestimated how long he'd take though, and he came faster than you thought. So when he walked into your living room, you were still in your workout attire, and it wasn't exactly much either.

"I brought you the gummy bears you-"

Seonghwa sucked in a breath when he saw what you were wearing, his mouth dropping as he stared at your body.

"What?" You asked as you took in his reaction.

He simply pointed to your clothes.

"I was exercising. Geez no need to make a big deal out of it." You rolled your eyes.

Seonghwa snapped back.

"Oh no! Don't take it the wrong way! It's just.... your body...."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "What about it?"

"It's just.........Wow! Amazing!" He giggled.

Jeong Yunho:

It was Yunho's day off and he decided to spend it at a sauna to relax after working for long hours. Mingi decided to join him as usual. It was all fun between them, just laughing and joking amongst themselves. Mingi was definitely teasing him about his crush on you, which Yunho could only blush at his comments.

After a bit, they decided it was time to leave. Yunho walked out of the sauna room first, Mingi staying for just another minute. Upon walking out, the door to the sauna room next to his opened as well and you walked out.

"Yunho?" You asked, surprised to see him there.

"Y-Y/N?"

He was shook to find you there, and even more since you were wearing nothing, only towel draped over your body to cover you. He felt his face getting hot and then he remembered that he himself only had a towel tied around his waist.

"So nice seeing you here. Maybe I'll see you some other time." You smiled and waved goodbye to him.

Yunho chuckled nervously and waved to you, not knowing what to say. Right at that moment, Mingi came out and took in Yunho's state.

"What's with you? You're acting stupid. Like the kind of stupid you get around Y/N, but 5 times worse"

Kang Yeosang:

You often spent time at Ateez' dorm cause of Wooyoung, he became your friend and he loved having you over, partly because he enjoyed your company and partly cause he knew of Yeosang's crush on you. So of course, he liked torturing the poor boy by making him flustered by your presence.

On a particular day, you accidentally spilled your drink on your shirt and Wooyoung offered you one of his shirts, and left you in his room to change. Except Yeosang didn't know about this, and it was his room too. So he went looking for something and found you topless.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!"

He didn't wait to see your reaction. He just covered his face and slammed the door behind him, too shocked to say anything. He ran into the living room, where Wooyoung was and judging from his friend's face, he could guess what happened. Wooyoung started laughing at him.

"Warn a guy you imbecile!" Yeosang threw a cushion at him and made his way to the kitchen.

Once alone though, he replayed your image in his head and giggled softly. He's not totally regretting it.

Choi San:

By no means was this an accident, coincidence or simple unfortunate circumstance. Nope. San knew what he was doing and he was not regretting any second of it. He simply saw the opportunity and decided to take it.

The boys were spending time at your place. You were all planning on watching movies the entire night. Sometime during one of the movies, you got up and decided to change into something more comfy. That's when the light bulb switched in San's brain.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He announced, not that anyone was paying attention.

Instead of the bathroom though, he curbed his way to your bedroom door before smirking to himself. Putting on an innocent expression, he opened your door and walked in on you in just your underwear.

"Choi San!" You exclaimed as you covered yourself.

"I thought you were done!" He said while faking a shocked look.

"Get out!" You yelled as you threw the nearest article of clothing to him, which he dodged.

"Ok ok!"

He closed the door and walked back into the living room, a tiny smirk on his lips.

"You're a perv." Seonghwa told him.

Song Mingi:

This day could not get worse for Mingi. First he woke up late for practice, then he kept messing up at said practice, which resulted in him having to stay extra time at the studio to make up for his mistakes. And now he's lived one of the biggest embarrassments of his life.

It wasn't your fault. He didn't know your plumbing was being fixed and San offered to let you shower in their bathroom. He also forgot to mention that to Mingi when he came home. So naturally when he walked into the bathroom, he was not expecting to see a half naked you in front of him.

"Aaaah!"

You both yelled. Mingi slammed the door closed and ran back to where San was, who upon hearing the commotion, realized he messed up.

"Ooops. Forgot to tell you about-"

"Yeah I noticed." Mingi cut him off.

Mingi sighed and slumped his tall body next to San, feeling so embarrassed.

"How am I ever going to be able to look at them in the face after I saw them half naked?"

San patted his friend's back. "Come on, it's not so bad..... I've seen them completely naked and I can still look at them."

Mingi whipped his head up at San's confession. "You what?!"

Jung Wooyoung:

Feeling bored and wanting to go out, the boys dragged you to the mall with them. They were so excited to get out and enjoy the world, not to mention they all wanted to buy things for themselves. So there you were, watching them all try on clothes and endlessly asking you for your fashion input.

Hongjoong couldn't stand to see you sitting there though. He picked out a few things for you to try on as well, secretly hoping you'd get them so he could customize them for you. So you went inside one of the dressing rooms to try them on. Wooyoung had been looking for his jacket though, which he misplaced.

"Maybe you left it in one of the dressing rooms." Mingi suggested to him.

Wooyoung thought that everybody was done trying on clothes though. That's why he didn't know you were currently in the one he just casually walked into.

"Holy Jesus!" Wooyoung screeched when he saw you half naked.

"Haven't you heard of knocking?!" You yelled as you pushed him out and slammed the door.

Wooyoung walked back to where Mingi was.

"What happened?" Mingi asked, noticing how awkward Wooyoung looked.

Wooyoung looked at the taller male and smiled. "Nothing that I regret."

Choi Jongho:

You were planning a trip to the beach with your family. You were so excited to see them after so long, and even more to see your favorite cousin, whom you were currently texting. Both of you were swimsuit shopping and trying to get each other's opinion on what to get and what looked better on you both.

Unfortunately for you, you weren't really paying attention when you sent a picture of yourself in a very revealing swimsuit to Jongho instead of your cousin.

Y/N: So what do you think? Do you like it?

Jongho dropped his phone when he saw your text, fanning his face that was getting hotter by the second.

Jongho: I mean..... I do?

You screamed when you realized your mistake.

Y/N: Oh my God! Jongho I'm so sorry! I was trying to send that to my cousin! :(

Jongho: It's ok. Don't worry :)

Out of respect for you, he quickly deleted the picture, only thing left was the memory of your body now engraved in his mind.

"Damn are they hot though." He said to himself.

Gifs not mine, credit goes to their respective owners.

[evan-peters-wife]

Surprise

Summary: after being asked on the Late Late Show with James Corden, he surprises you with Harry Styles. Later on you go back to Harry’s.

Pairing: Harry Styles and Reader

Warning: smut

Word Count: 2983

A.N: sorry the beginning of the imagine is a bit awkward :/

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Currently, I was on the Late Late Show with James Corden. Basically, just chatting. Acting in American Horror Story, Outer Banks and multiple other shows and movies, I would say I’m pretty famous. It’s known to everyone that I’m very open about everything in my life. I simply don’t care who knows what. That includes my HUGE crush on Harry Styles. I’ve been crushing on him since I was 12 years old…a whole 10 years!

“So, Y/N, your starring in the new movie, Can You Keep A Secret? Along with Tyler Hoechlin. Now, you have to be honest with me…what was it like kissing a guy like Tyler?” James smiles at me from his desk. I’m sitting on the couch right next to it.

I laugh, “Ha, that’s a fun question. A lot of people don’t know this, but Tyler and I have actually known each other since I was ten years old. I’m sure it was more awkward for him than it was for me, though.”

“What?! No way!” James laughs. “So if you had the chance to do those scenes with any guy in the world, who would you choose?” He knows damn well who I would choose.

“Harry Styles. One hundred percent.” I smile widely.

“Have you ever actually met Harry?” His question almost made me laugh. Like Harry would have the time to meet me.

“Sadly, I haven’t.” I sigh.

“Would you like to?” My eyes immediately meet his in alarm. “Ladies and gentlemen, Harry Styles!” I look over to my right to see THE Harry Styles walking out behind the curtain, the live crowd screaming in surprise. I look back at James with wide eyes as he laughs at my reaction. Not believing this is actually happening, I stand up from the couch a walk off the raised stage area, staring at Harry in shock.

I’m actually about to meet the guy I’ve been crushing over for 10 years! My emotions getting the best of me, a few tears fall down my face.

“Come here!” Harry chuckles, walking over to me. He’s wearing a dark floral suit and his hair is styled to perfection. He has the biggest smile on his face.

“What the fuck.” I say, not caring that they’re gonna have to bleep it for the show. “Oh my god!” More tears stream down my face. Harry reaches me and pulls me in for a hug.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll talk more with these two after the break!” James announces.

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Harry and I are currently sitting next to each other on the couch while James is sitting in his chair. I’ve calmed down a bit, but I still don’t know how the fuck to react.

“How are you feeling right now, Y/N?” James asks, laughing at my dazed face.

“Um…I honestly don’t know. Half of me thinks I’m dreaming while the other half thinks I died and is in heaven.” They all laugh but I’m being serious. I’m asleep right? I’m just dreaming.

“I can assure you this is real.” Harry smirks, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. My inner fangirl is about to explode.

“Oh my fucking god.” I mumble, forgetting I have a mic on, and everyone can hear me. “Shit, sorry. No, fuck. Oh, my god. I can’t think straight.” I need to stop swearing on tv. Harry chuckles and it sends my whole body into a frenzy. How can someone be so perfect?

“She’s so cute.” Harry smiles at James, talking as if I weren’t here…not that I don’t mind. I mean, Harry Styles just called me cute!

We talked for a few more minutes before the show ended and Harry and I went into our own rooms backstage. I quickly got my things together knowing I still needed to get to a hotel my manager would be satisfied with. She was such a diva…but still love her. I landed in Los Angeles a couple hours ago from England and came straight here so I still have my suitcases with me. I drag them out with me to the taxi…or ‘Uber’ as Americans would call it. Just as Emily, my manager, and I are about to get in, Harry shows up out of nowhere.

“Oh, hey.” I say awkwardly, still not believing that this is real.

“Hey, I was just wondering if you wanted to stay with me at my house. It’s only like thirty minutes away.” I’m sorry…did Harry FUCKING Styles offer me to stay in his HOUSE? “If you already booked a hotel, it’s okay. I just thought I’d save you the money.”

“No, no, no. We haven’t booked anywhere.” I rush out, pulling Emily away from the Uber, not letting her get in. “We would love to stay with you.” I smile, trying to contain my excitement.

“Great.” Harry smirked. He helped me and Emily with our stuff and transferred it into his car. We quickly get in as it was getting cold. I’m sat in the passenger seat with Harry driving and Emily is in the back, on her phone.

At first, the drive was calm and quiet but then I felt a hand on my thigh. Harry’s hand. My eyes go wide slightly as I look over at him. He just gives me a playful smile before looking back at the road. I then look behind me to see Emily still on her phone, not having a clue at what’s going on at the front. His hand slides higher, holding my inner thigh. I have to remind myself to breathe. Not long after, we get to his house and pull our suitcases in.

“Emily, here’s your room.” Harry says stopping in front of a door. Emily thanks him before walking in with her bags and shutting the door, leaving just us two. He continues to walk down the hallway before he stops at another door. “And here’s your room. Mine is just around the corner if you need anything.” He smiles. I smile back as he walks off to his room.

I leave my suitcase at the foot of my bed and immediately walk into the bathroom attached to the room and turn on the shower. I strip down to nothing and take off all my jewelry.

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That was a good shower. Way better than the one I would’ve had if we went to a hotel, even if it was 5 stars. As I step out of the shower, I go to reach for a towel but soon realize that there isn’t one. Ah, fuck. I try to ring my hair out the best I can before walking into the room and finding my underwear and pajamas: shorts and a vest. My body is fairly dry, but it’s still wet enough for my clothes to stick slightly. I guess I should go ask Harry where the towels are. I travel out of my room and around the corner to his. There’s only one door so I knock on it.

 I was NOT ready for what I was about to see.

Harry opens the door with just a pair of joggers hanging dangerously low on his waist. He had no shirt on, showing off all his tattoos and nipples (I had to mention them at least once). “Uh, hi. Um, I…uh need a towel.” I say awkwardly, trying not to look anywhere apart from his eyes.

He smiles, “Yeah, one second.” He disappears for not even a minute before he returns with a white fluffy towel in his hand and passes it to me.

“Thank you.” I sigh in relief before looking back at his eyes. “I’m…just gonna go back to my room. Well, your room- you know what I mean. Thanks again.”

“Yeah, sure.” He smiles as I walk back into my room and shut the door behind me.

I dry off my body and put my clothes back on before getting into bed. I try and go to sleep but I can’t. The image of Harry shirtless is still imbedded in my mind. I’ve obviously seen pictures of him shirtless, but they really do him no justice. They are NOTHING compared to the real thing. So, I do the only thing that I can do. Masturbate.

I quietly slide my hand into my shorts and close my eyes. As I started moving my fingers over my clit, I tried to think of things to get me in the mood and the only thing on my mind is Harry. He’ll definitely work. I start moving my fingers faster and faster over my clit imagining Harry’s body and face. Suddenly, I hear the door open. Shit. It’s Harry.

"Get out oh my god!" Harry's cheeks are flushed pink, and I don't even want to know what my face looks like. He closes the door, and I hear him mutter 'fuck' outside my door. I get up, pulling my hair into a bun before opening my door, Harry looking like a deer in headlights.

"I'm, uh, sorry about that. I knocked…multiple times actually.” I notice Harry's eyes trail over my body, his cheeks no longer pink.

"Oh, uh. Sorry.” Harry licks his lips before leaning in close, his lips next to my ear.

"Were you thinking of me, Y/N?” The smirk on his face is impossible to miss, and the lust in his eyes was unmistakable.

Now I was the one stuttering, "Harry, I- um” He just laughed quietly to himself, as if he just understood an inside joke.

"Let me pleasure you, Y/N. I'll make you feel so good." He steps closer to me, my breath faltering. Before I can muster up another broken sentence, Harry's lips are on mine. And it's fucking amazing; his lips are so soft, and the way they moved against mine so hungrily  was a huge turn on. I hadn't even noticed we moved to the bed until we pulled apart, and his eyes were ravenous. His hands travelled underneath my shirt, his fingertips leaving goosebumps everywhere. Soon enough my shirt was off, and he smirked when seeing I had no bra on.

"You look so good.” I couldn't help but moan, his voice raspy and so. Fucking. Hot. When his touch left my body, I found myself whining at the loss of contact. "Be patient, princess.” As Harry slowly pull my shorts and underwear down, I can feel my body heating up from the anticipation of what is to come. His hands push my legs apart, a groan leaving his lips when he sees how wet I am. The moment his tongue touches my clit, moans immediately leave my lips. He licks stripes over my folds, his fingers digging into my sides. I find myself grinding against him, and when he lightly bites down on my clit I lose it, his name leaving my lips like a banshee. "That's it, Y/N, say my name. Let everyone know who's making you feel so good." Harry violently sucks on my clit, a finger slipping into the mix at the same time.

"Fuck Harry, yes, just like that, oh my god, fuck!" I can't stop moaning, the pleasure overwhelming. As Harry adds a second finger, I can tell I'm close, and then he stops. "What, what are you doing?" My eyes follow his every moment, and when he rolls over next me I become increasingly confused.

"I want you to ride my face, baby. Come here." I put my legs on either side of his face, and his hands pull me down instantly.

He alternates between biting, sucking, and licking, and my hands grip my headboard as he grinds me against his face. "Shit, Harry, I'm close, so fucking close." He groans, and the vibrations send me over the edge, my orgasm taking over my body.

"God, you’re so sexy, princess.” My breath is unsteady, and I fall next to Harry, at a loss for words.

A few seconds go by before I breathlessly speak, "That was…fucking amazing." He chuckles, and I find myself laughing as well.

"Was I better than your hand?" I giggle, turning my head to look at him.

"Definitely. You were much better. Now it’s your turn.” I get off the bed with Harry following. Slowly sinking to my knees, I let a soft moan fall from my lips when I saw how hard he was already. My hands reached up, my fingers rushing to pull down his joggers. They pooled around his ankles, his boxers joining them soon after. I took his cock in my hand, slowly pumping up and down a few times. Licking his precum off his tip, I took him into my mouth, going down as far as I could as I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking harder on his thick member.

"Good girl, just like that." I felt satisfied knowing that he enjoyed what I was doing. He gathered my hair in his hands, beginning to thrust into my mouth. I let out a small moan at the feeling of his length hitting the back of my throat. I hollowed out my cheeks even more, my hands grasping his thighs when he started to fuck my mouth faster, groans tumbling from his lips. "Shit, baby. You take my cock so well.” I hummed, my hand coming up to his balls as I started gently fondling them, his thrusts stalling as hips bucked in pleasure. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come." He quickly pulled me off him.

“It’s okay. I can take it.” I grin before sucking him again. A few moments later he’s nearing his edge. His load was hot, shooting down my throat. I made sure to swallow, looking up at him with wide, not-so-innocent eyes.

“Fuck, that was hot.” He sighs in satisfaction, pulling me up and gently pushing me onto the bed. He crawls on top of me. "How much do you like these?" He tugs on my black laced underwear.

"I can always buy another pair." You mutter, excited for what’s next. He rips them off, literally, the fabric tearing harshly against my skin. It was a good kind of pain though. I let out a breathy moan at the sight of his flexed muscles, lifting my hips trying to create some friction.

"Needy little thing, aren't you, princess?" He chuckles lowly, his pointer and middle fingers pressing down above my belly button, walking down my tummy until he hits above my pussy.

“Don’t play with me, Harry.” I squirm under his touch, his two fingers pushing through my walls without any warning. I let out an unexpected moan, my wide eyes finding his.

"Ask nicely princess." He pulls his fingers out, thrusting them into my pussy. "So wet, already?" He taunts.

"Please, Harry. I need you." I whimper, rocking my hips against his fingers.

"You're so fucking hot." He mutters, watching me rut my hips against his fingers. He pulls his fingers out abruptly, making me whine.

"Harry, please stop messing with me.” I almost growl.

"Oh, I’m sorry." He frowns. "Should've said so, princess." He kisses my pouty lips. "You’re gonna feel me right here.” He presses against my stomach. Fuck, this man is the hottest thing to ever walk this earth. He reaches to the side of the bed and into a drawer, taking out a silver packet (wrap it before you tap it, kids). He lines himself up with my hole, thrusting into my pussy. "Oh, princess." He grunts, pushing himself all the way in. I feel his balls touch my bum, his body hovering over me as I let out a moan that could put porn stars to shame. "Fuck, you're fucking hot." He repeats for the third time. He slowly pulls himself out, thrusting into me again. He finds a fast rhythm, his thumb finding my clit rubbing quickly. "Fuck, you are perfect, baby."

"You feel so good inside me.” I cry out, propping myself up on my elbows to watch where the two of us meet. "Harry!" I scream, his hips speeding up. I feel his cock rub against that spot, his cock twitching when I say his name.

"Fuck.” He groans, taking one of my legs and putting it over his shoulder, his thumb continuing his assault on my clit. "So beautiful." He leans down, pressing a wet kiss to my lips. He presses against my stomach, feeling himself. I knew he must’ve been big but bloody hell; this man was something else.

"I’m gonna cum.” I whine, throwing my head back.

Harry groans. "On three." I nod. He starts counting. "One," He pulls out completely, thrusting back in. "Two," He pulls out almost completely, thrusting back in and finding that spot again, his tip rubbing against my flesh. "Three, cum for me, princess." He groans, his thrusts quickening their pace once more, his cock twitching inside me before I scream once again.

"Harry!" I scream, pulling his head down to my chest, his lips finding my nipple, sucking on it harshly. "Oh, Harry!" I moan out, my eyes closing while I pant in his ear. I feel myself go, my cum spilling out onto Harry's cock. His lips detach from my nipple, his eyes coming into contact with mine while he cums inside me.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” He groans, pulling out of me. He takes the condom off and ties it before managing to throw it in the small bin in the corner of the room. Damn, he has good aim.

I laugh, “Same here.”

“Hey, listen” Oh god, this is the part where he tells me it was a one time thing and that he- “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me.” Oh…OH!

“I think you already know the answer.” I smile, leaning up and kissing him on the lips.

 Thank you, James Corden.

[annamaximoff24]

Wild Ride

Nat x Reader: Smut

WC: 1.8k

Description: You and Nat go jet skiing, she helps ease your sore muscles after (wink wink) 

“Are you ready baby?” Natasha asked, looking back at you. The two of you finally had the same day off, and your girlfriend had insisted on taking you out to the lake on her jet ski. You didn’t particularly like the idea of speeding over waves at fifty miles an hour, but you jumped at the chance to spend any time alone with Nat. 

You nodded in a quick response, tying your hair back and wrapping your arms firmly around Natasha’s waist. Her copper hair blazed in the late afternoon sun, illuminating it in a way that always made your heart flutter. 

“Hold on tight, Y/N,” Nat warned one last time. She tightened her grip on the throttle, propelling the jet ski forward with a lurch. 

You felt your stomach drop and you bit back a terrified yelp as the wind lashed at your face. The water had been choppy all morning, but Natasha wasn’t deterred. She hit the rough surface of the water head-on, causing you to grip your thighs tighter around the seat, each hit forcing you to rock back and forth. Under safer circumstances the feeling would have been pleasurable, but you were too concerned with holding onto your girlfriend to enjoy yourself.

After what seemed like far too long for your liking, Nat finally eased up on the throttle, letting the jet ski come to a slow stop near the bank. As soon as you both made contact with the sand, you hopped out of the backseat and sank to your knees. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” Natasha raised an eyebrow as she swung out of the driver’s seat. 

“Nat, I love you, but remind me to never do that again,” you said with a relieved laugh. 

“So I guess high-speed water sports aren’t really your thing?” Natasha teased. You only shook your head in response. “Why don’t we spend the rest of the night inside then?” She reached out her hand to help you up and the two of you walked back to the compound. 

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“There’s no way that could actually happen!” You commented. You let Natasha pick the movie and, naturally, she had selected a Bond film. He was currently fighting his enemies on top of a moving train that had just gone through a tunnel.

“Calm down Detka, it’s just a movie.” Nat hugged you closer, an amused expression on her face. “Besides,” she nudged at your neck with her lips, “a moving train is way more fun than normal hand to hand combat, don’t you think?” she whispered against your skin.

“Whatever, I’m getting popcorn.” You tried to get up, moaning at the painful tightening of your muscles. 

“Okay I know we’ve been cuddling, but I don’t think I’ve done anything that would pull that noise out of you. Not yet, at least.” Natasha noted, laughing to herself.

“You, shut up,” you scolded, pointing a finger at her. “My thighs are sore from gripping onto that death machine you put me on.” You flashed her an annoyed look.

“Oh, my poor baby,” Natasha cooed. “Would you like me to help you with that?”

“What, are you going to massage my legs until they’re not screaming at me every time I move?” You said jokingly. Natasha only held your gaze. “Oh, you’re being serious,” you realized.

“So?” She quirked an eyebrow.

“Yes, I would like your help.” You swung your legs up onto the couch and rested them in Natasha’s lap dramatically.

“No, I can’t reach you from here.” Before you could protest, Natasha pushed your legs down and positioned herself between your thighs, kneeling on the ground. “That’s better.”

“Ooh I like you down there, Romanoff,” you taunted as she rested her arms on your knees. 

Natasha only rolled her eyes before saying, “Tell me where.” 

You leaned back into the couch cushions as she pressed gently into the flesh right above your knees. “Higher,” you said. 

Nat turned her movements to the outsides of your quads. “Here?” She asked.

“Higher,” you said again. Natasha’s hands trailed further up until they rested on the tops of your thighs. 

She traced light circles with the pads of her fingers. “Like this?” 

“You know, when you offered to help I thought you might actually try to make me feel better.” You were growing frustrated, and the wetness that began to form between your legs upon seeing her on her knees only made you more uncomfortable. 

“Let me at least enjoy myself a little along the way,” Natasha snapped back. 

“Nat, FUCK--” You moaned out as she suddenly pressed her fingers into your aching muscles, finally easing some of the tension from earlier. 

“I think I found the spot.” You glared at her. “Or was this not what you wanted?” A smirk played across her full lips as she continued to knead at your thighs, working her way inward in hard circles. You sat there, the pain easing more and more with each of her confident movements

“Do you feel better now Detka?” Nat asked when she noticed your breathing had returned to normal and your muscles were relaxed. 

Your face still felt hot and the aching between your legs had only grown stronger with the release of all that tension. “Yes, thank you,” you said simply. You wanted to look anywhere but at the piercing blue-green eyes that wandered up your body. 

“Is something wrong?” Natasha looked at you, concerned. 

“What? Oh, no. I’m fine,” you said, scanning the room for a sign of anyone else walking by. Natasha’s eyes bore deeper into your own. You grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly to your chest, tucking your face behind it to hide your blush. 

Understanding washed over Nat’s face, and you were met with a mischievous smirk. She uncrossed her arms and looked up at you through thick lashes. “Did my poor little baby get all worked up from a little massage?” You burrowed your face further into the pillows. “Look at me, Detka.” Your back arched involuntarily off the couch, and a strangled moan left your lips when Natasha suddenly cupped your clothed core, applying a delicious pressure to your clit. 

“Hmmm,” was all you could say as she dipped her hand beneath the waistband of your gray sweatpants and felt the wet spot on your panties. 

Nat clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “So wet, and I’ve barely touched you.” To your annoyance, she lifted her hand away. You bucked your hips up, chasing any kind of pressure she could give you. 

Natasha chuckled. “Tell me,” in a swift motion she lifted your hips and pulled your sweatpants off, tossing them to the ground. “Are you always this needy, baby?” 

You mumbled a quiet response, paying more attention to the way she spread your legs than to the words she was saying. 

“Use your words, sweetheart.” 

“Yes!” You moaned out. Natasha had returned her fingers to your clit, still circling it through your panties. She let out a satisfied noise as she continued to work. Your arousal was starting to drip down your thighs now. “Nat please, please,” you begged, unable to find the words it would take for her to finally let go and just fuck you already. 

“Please what? I can’t do what you want if you don’t tell me.” Natasha looked up at you innocently. She moved closer to you, lifting herself so her face was hovering a few inches from your own. Her hands were still toying with you in a way that made it impossible for you to form fully-thought-out sentences. 

You reached down to the hem of your shirt, grazing her hand in the process. The added pressure had you nearly rolling your eyes as you pulled your shirt off. Natasha noted the way your chest heaved. You then went for her shirt and--to your surprise--she lifted her arms briefly and allowed you to tug the garment over her head. Your eyes glistened upon seeing her in just a black sports bra. 

“Not feeling very talkative tonight, are we?” You shook your head, bucking your hips up to remind her of what she had been doing. “Since you’ve been so good for me,” Nat lifted your chin to meet her gaze, “I suppose I can figure out what you want on my own.” 

To your relief, Natasha finally, finally tugged your panties down. You shivered as the cool air hit your dripping core. The discomfort was short-lived as Natasha easily slid two fingers inside of you. “You’re taking my fingers so well, I didn’t even have to stretch you out first.” You beamed at Nat’s praise. 

She leaned into you, thrusting with as much power as she could. It always amazed you just how deep she could go, and how full she could make you feel. She traced kisses along your jaw, to your throat, and stopped at your breasts. She drew one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking on it gingerly as she continued at a ruthless pace between your legs. 

“Fuck yes Nat.” You arched into her mouth, gripping her back tightly, trying to force her impossibly deeper. The room was silent aside from the sound of Natasha’s heavy breaths and your pleading screams.

“Come for me,” Natasha ordered as your legs began to tremble and she felt your walls tightening around her. 

You needed no further encouragement as you let go of the pent up tension in your stomach. Natasha let out a satisfied noise as she felt your arousal drip down her hand, though it was drowned out by your own sounds of pleasure. 

When she felt your walls loosen their grip, she carefully removed her fingers, drawing them into her own mouth instead. You watched, breathless, as she rolled to lay on the couch next to you, licking her fingers clean, her eyes widening in pleasure. “You always taste so good. Maybe I should put you on a jet ski again if it means I’ll end my day like this.”

You let out a hollow laugh and moved to pull your shirt back on. The compound was supposed to be empty, but the amount of times you and Natasha had been caught in compromising positions by your teammates was a little too much for your liking. It was better not to lay around the living room completely naked. “I think I’d rather just ride you instead” You flipped your hair out of your shirt collar and drew the blanket up, covering your lower half as you nestled back into Natasha’s side.

[zodiyack]

It’s A Date

Requested by anon: Please!! Write that cute ask of Cody and the reader being on a failed date!! 😂 That sounds so cute!!

Pairing: Cody Fern x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, shy/possibly ooc!Cody, awkward tensions, me not proofreading

Words: 847

Summary: (See ask linked!)

Note: I’m aware some people dress fancy n stuff for dates, but this specific request/ask is for a more casually dressed reader. Just wanted to clarify. Also, this probably sucks, can’t confirm nor deny that so...enjoy!

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @simonsbluee​

Masterlist | Cody Fern Masterlist

“Hello, my name is Sara, I’ll be your waitress today. I’ll take your order whenever you’re ready.”

Y/n nodded and smiled politely, but couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. She didn’t really have an interest in restaurants like such, but it wasn’t her choice in the first place. Matching with a hot dude on tinder was the cause of this night.

She wanted a simple date. The guy looked nice, and when they began talking over dms, he seemed nicer. Cody and Y/n met up and walked to the restaurant together, learning a lot about each other on the way, their interests in each other growing stronger with each word.

However, she didn’t think it’d be this fancy. She felt majorly underdressed; everyone in nicer clothing, even Cody wore an expensive looking outfit, not overly fancy yet not something you’d wear on a casual date. Y/n, on the other hand, dressed like she would any other date.

A modest choice of clothing that was in her both preference and price ranges. Cody told her she looked beautiful, which did make her smile, but that smile fell quickly when they entered the place.

Sara took their orders and walked off to drop them off in the kitchen and later return with their food. While they were waiting, Cody thought it’d be kind if he checked on Y/n, make sure she was having a good time.

“Are you alright? ...Not that you look- er- seem bad or anything.” He felt a small bit of cringe directed towards himself when he heard the words come from his mouth, the unnecessary addition probably making Y/n’s opinion worsen.

“I guess.”

“You guess?” Cody’s inner thoughts yelled at him to stop talking, but the words were spewing out faster than he could stop them.

“Yep.”

The silence was awkward, an equally as painful tension floating over the two. Although they were beginning to grow bored, they knew the dos and don’ts of dating; especially the rule about staying off your phone. So instead of scrolling through photos, texting friends, or really doing anything to pass the time, they sat in the silence even longer.

Y/n practically screamed a billion thanks to whatever god existed when the waitress returned with their food. They ate in a similar silence, this time with small comments about the food. Whilst they both seemed to love it, Y/n didn’t exactly feel comfortable, or even deserving of the food.

It didn’t help that she was sure she had been feeling eyes on her since she’d arrived, purely for her differences. She couldn’t blame them; a person dressed nowhere near as elegantly as everyone else, hair that wasn’t styled by a hairdresser for forty hours, a nearly makeup-less face- she stood out like a sore thumb.

Then came the paying part. The bill was the most expensive Y/n had seen, and if they were to each pay half, she’d probably be in debt. She looked at Cody with a sorry expression. “I can’t afford this-”

“I’ve got it, don’t worry.” He chuckled softly, not phased at all by the amount of money he was going to spend.

Y/n differed from him in that sense; she’d probably have a heart-attack if she had to pay for all of that herself- no, forget her having a heart-attack, her bank would be the one having a heart-attack.

Once everything was paid for, they were preparing to exit. Y/n was already ahead of Cody, rushing outside for a second of fresh air. The restaurant wasn’t stuffy or lacking in oxygen, it just made her feel suffocated. He followed after her, sincerely panicked.

“Are you alright? Did something happen? Do you need to pu-”

“No. I’m...I’m fine.”

“That’s pretty much all you’ve said tonight.” Cody tried to push away the awkwardness with some lighthearted humor but felt the mood grow worse. “You’ve hardly spoken all night. Did I do something wrong?”

“It’s just...” Y/n breathed slowly. She had to be honest if she wanted another date. “I’m not used to- to this. A fancy restaurant, an expensive dinner, luxurious outfits. I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Shit...” His smile dropped and his heart pounded with a panic. In his opinion, he’d fucked up beyond repair. And to make matters worse, he genuinely like Y/n. Even though it was their first physical date, they’d had many conversations via text and he felt like he was falling for her.

She observed his change in behavior. The absence of a cheery, romantic, Australian accent popping jokes and compliments was hard to miss.

“Next time, maybe we can go somewhere better, some place I like to call; my couch. We can stuff our faces full of pizza and watch some cheesy romance movies. Perhaps The Notebook, or Grease? It’s up for debate.”

“Next time?” The blond perked up, infamous grin back right where it belonged. “Yeah, I like it. Shall we say...Next weekend, seven o’clock?”

“Make it five. Don’t forget any snacks of choice. I’ll see you then.” She kissed his cheek and started on the journey to her car, fighting, and failing, the smile that graced her lips from widening as Cody called out to her one more time before they parted ways;

“It’s a date!”

[mayraki]

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“the one thing we’re sure about”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

SERIES MASTERLIST

MY MASTERLIST

who is max belinsky?

summary: Max Belinsky and JJ Maybank are the two troublemakers of Outer Banks. Going to parties, getting into trouble, having an attitude and being the two people you don’t mess with are the perfect ways to describe them. What would happen when the two people who seem to have trouble follow them around meet? One thing is for sure, they didn’t expect this outcome.

“Max? Max. Wake up.” That was the first thing that Max heard once she opened her eyes the next day. She had trouble focusing who was in front of her but once she saw that blonde long hair a little smile escaped her lips. “Happy birthday, you bitch.” Sam said when Max fully opened her eyes and was full awake.

“Thanks.” She said while sitting down on her bed.

“How are you?” The way Sam asked that question, with a soft tone and sad eyes, Max knew that she had already heard about her and JJ.

“I guess you know.” Max said when Sam sat down next to her and wrapped her arm around Max’s shoulders.

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “I saw him this morning, and the way he was... do you want to know?” Max stayed quite for a second, but then slowly shook her head. “Well, I knew something was off about him, so I asked him but he wasn’t talking. So I figured, since you didn’t call me when your date was over, I knew something bad happened.”

“You should be a detective.” Max let out a tiny laugh and then let her head rest on Sam’s arm behind her.

“So, do you want to talk about it? About what happened.”

Max slowly shook her head. “Not really.”

“Do you want to sing our hearts out to He Wasn’t by Avril Lavigne? It’s your birthday after all, and Avril is never a bad option to start the day.” Sam said with a smile but Max shook her head.

“No. I just want to have a chill day and just... surf.”

“You don’t want to listen to Avril Lavigne? What did this boy do!? That’s it! I’m kicking his ass right now!” Sam moved her arm away but Max grabbed it, making it impossible for her to get up from the bed.

“I don’t want anyone to kick his ass. He didn’t do anything.”

“Then what is it?”

Max shrugged her shoulders. “Life sucks.”

“Oh, c’mon! That’s not the spirit for a BIRTHDAY! It’s your day, c’mon! Let’s go!” Sam got up from the bed and grabbed Max’s arm to pull her up. “You said you wanted to go surfing, we’re going surfing.”

“Sounds perfect.” Max said once she stood up. “And for the record, I would never, never! Let a boy keep me away from Avril Lavigne.” Max said and a huge smile appeared on Sam’s face.

“That’s my girl.”

JJ felt his hands getting sweatier while he was getting closer to Max’s house. And the fact that he was not going to the house to talk to her but her parents, made him feel even more nervous. He had all planned out, talking to Sam and telling her to take Max away for a couple of hours so he could go and elaborate his plan for her birthday to her parents. He never made something so organised in his life, but this meant so much for him that he didn’t want to fuck things up, like he felt he did with everything.

He knocked on the door and waited for a couple of seconds, but then Ben Belinsky opened the door to the house and looked at JJ surprised to see him. “Hey JJ! Max is not here, I thought she was going to meet with all of you guys.”

“She’s with Sam. I’m actually here to talk to you and your wife.” JJ said while his heart was beating fast.

Ben got even more surprised than before but then slowly nodded. “Come on in, then.” He moved to the side to let JJ walked into the house.

“Who was that Ben?” JJ heard Gianna say and then she appeared on the living room. A smile escaped her lips once she saw JJ on the living room standing next to Ben.

“Oh, JJ! What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to ask you guys something.”

Gianna and Ben gave each other looks before the three of them walked to the couch, where JJ and Ben sat down while Gianna was in front of them.

JJ’s heart started to beat even faster once he noticed Gianna and Ben were ready to hear him talk. The little speech he had prepared went over his head and his mind went blank. But then his tongue spoke before he could think of something. “I was just wondering-” he was saying but Gianna cut him off.

“Now, if you’re going to ask us for your blessing to marry Max we have to say no. She’s too young, baby.” Gianna slowly shook her head and JJ’s eyes went wide open.

“What?!” He sounded more freaked out than he intended to sound. “No. No. That’s not-”

Gianna let out a loud laugh and then added: “JJ! I’m just joking.”

“Oh.” JJ let out a big breath.

“Like mother like daughter.” Ben said shaking his head with a smile on his face while looking with those ‘in love’ eyes to Gianna.

JJ let out a tiny laugh. “Yeah, Max would totally say that joke.”

“Hey, who do you think taught her to be like that? I was the queen on the troublemakers.” Gianna said proudly and then a smile came out of JJ’s mouth once he realized how much Gianna remind him of Max. “C’mon, JJ, what’s up?”

“Yeah.” JJ quickly nodded. “I am- I was just wondering if you’re planning to do anything for Max’s birthday?”

Gianna and Ben looked at each other seeing who was going to respond, and then Ben said turning to JJ. “Well, she doesn’t like to do a lot for her birthday since the accident, and we respect her decision. Why JJ?”

“Oh.” JJ nodded. “I just- I have this idea.”

“What is it son?” Ben said and as soon as the word ‘son’ came out of his mouth, JJ quickly looked at him while his shoulders went tense, his father calls him that. He swallowed trying to control his heart beating faster and the memory of Luke Maybank and all of those screaming coming back to his mind. “Are you alright?” Ben asked concerned after watching JJ and his sudden change of behaviour.

“Yes- yes. I’m sorry.” JJ said quickly shaking his head.

“Hey.” Gianna said softly. “If you ever need to talk about something, you can count on us. A friend of Max is a friend of ours... more like a child because that would be a little bit weird.” That made JJ let out a tiny smile. The fact that two people were happy to welcome him as a friend... two people that he only saw maybe three times made his heart fill with warmth. He didn’t have a good fame with older people, he was always the bad kid, the kid who would follow his dad’s steps, but to Gianna and Ben he wasn’t that. He was just another kid.

“Thank you. Really... now I get where Max got her nice heart.”

“Oh, c’mon! Now you realize?” Gianna said jokingly. Yeah, Max and Gianna were the same person but in a different font.

“We’re serious.” Ben said after letting out a tiny laugh at Gianna’s comment. “Whatever you need.” The way Ben said that to JJ, made him wonder if he knew something about him, or if he knew about his dad. Did he? Luke Maybank wasn’t the type of guy who would pass unnoticed. A little wave of fear appeared over him, but when Ben and Gianna looked at him with a warm smile all of that went away. “Now, why don’t you come with us to the kitchen and we’ll prepare a nice cup of tea so you can tell us your plan.”

“That was fucking incredible.” Max said while walking back to her house with her surfing board next to her body and her best friend walking next to her.

“I’m pretty sure you had all the eyes on you. The way you ride the waves, bro!” Sam said excited. “I also heard a little dude saying that you’re cool while at was back in the sand, and little kids never lie.”

“Well! I am my mother’s daughter.” Max said with a proud smile.

“Surfing is in your blood. But you wish you were as cool as your mom.” Max playfully punched Sam in the arm.

“That hurt!” Max said pretending to be offended but then she nodded. “But that’s so true, though. Fuck!” Sam let out a loud laugh.

“So? What now?”

Max shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. I just want to stay in bed and watch action movies, that’s all.”

“C’mon! That’s not the spirit! I’m pretty sure your parents are making you something special.”

“They know I don’t like to celebrate my birthday.”

“Max-”

“Sam, I know what are you going to say. You’re going to say that I shouldn’t feel like this, it was out of my control and I couldn’t have done anything to stop it.”

Sam shook her head. “You don’t know me at all, because that’s not what I was going to say.”

Max raised her eyebrows while looking at her friend. “Then what?”

“That’s... no longer important.” Max was about to say ‘I told you so!’ but Sam spoke before her. “The point is that you can’t let the past take over your present.” Max looked at her confused and then a little laugh escaped her mouth. “What?”

“Are you reading some book about positive quotes or something?”

“Nooo! That’s all me.” Max nodded not fully convinced. “It is!”

Max turned her head to face Sam and then looked at her up and down before saying: “Kie changed you.” She said jokingly. “Hey! Maybe we can do a girls night this weekend!”

“Alright, keep changing the subject just because you know I’m right.” Sam nodded.

“I don’t do that!” Max defended herself.

“Yes you do! All those times we told you that you liked JJ you tried to brush it off by not talking about it.” As soon as Max heard his name the smile on her face disappeared. “Sorry, I forgot.” Sam softly said but Max shook her head.

“It’s ok. It’s over.” On that moment, quicker as ever, Sam grabbed Max’s shoulders and pulled her so she could be in front on her.

“Over?! What do you mean over?!” Sam started to shake Max. “Girl! Are you stupid?!”

“Sam! Stop!” Sam let Max go. “What are you talking about?!”

“Are you seriously going to just pretend you have no feelings for him?! After all you two been through!? Just admit it, Max! You keep pushing him away because you’re terrified of getting hurt like the last time! And I know how difficult that could be, but you have to give this a try! Max, he loves you so much and you don’t even see it! And you’re trying to protect yourself so hard that you can’t see that you love him too! Shit! You make me so frustrated sometimes.” Sam spited out so fast that I took Max a couple of seconds to realise her words, but once she did, she stayed in silence.

Maybe Sam was right. Wait, no, Sam was right. So right that it made Max’s heart skipped a beat. “You’re right.”

“Damn right.” Sam said. “Now, let’s go. Your family is probably waiting for you.”

All the way that was left to arrive at Max’s place, all that she could think about was Sam’s words. She left like a heavy feeling was lifted from her chest once she realised, but it’s not like all of this was new to her. Because it was buried deep into her, it was there all along, she just needed to admit it. The fear was still there, and the fact that she felt like it was never going to go away, made her feel even more terrified of what may happen after. But, one can never know what the future holds. The future is a dark whole that is up to one to fill, and taking small steps is the way to do that. And maybe just finally admitting what she felt for JJ, it was the small step she had to make.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Max heard once she opened the door of her house. She jumped at the surprise of her little brother running towards her to give her a tight hug. “Happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday!” Cody yelled once his arms were wrapped around Max’s waist, since he didn’t reach her neck.

A couple of seconds later, she had all of her family hugging her while wishing happy birthday.

“My baby is growing up!” Gianna said grabbing Max’s cheeks and squishing them.

“Mom! Ow!” Max complained.

“We have a little surprise for you.” Ben said with a smile.

“What? Dad-”

“Nope. No excuses.”

“Alright, what is it?” Max asked.

“Well, if we told you then it won’t be a surprise.” Fred said with a smile.

“What? It’s not here?” Max asked confused. They all shook their heads. “Then where?”

“We’ll take you there now.” Fred said before pulling a blindfold from his back pocket. “But first, you’ll have to put this one.”

“Guys!” Max said with her eyes closed when Cody grabbed her hand to take her out of the Jeep. “Why are you all trusting CODY to lead my body to the surprise?! Y’all know that he’s the second most clumsy person on the family?”

“Who’s the first?” Max heard Sam ask next to her.

She turned around to where she heard the voice and then said with a smile. “Me.” She waited for a response but when she stopped hearing voices, she asked concerned: “Guys! Did y’all forget about me?! CODY?!”

“Would you calm down?” Fred said. “You look crazy.”

“Do I? Well, I’m being taken to a place I don’t know with a blindfold on! C’mon! I’m aloud to be a little bit crazy.” When nobody responded she took the time to make her other senses work their magic and maybe figure out where she was. Her nose smelled the ocean and her ears were being touched by the wind and the waves hitting each other. “Guys, are we at the beach? Did we just really drove AN HOUR to be at the beach? Do you guys know we live a minute away from one?” On that moment, she felt a hand touching hers and that made her jump. “Ah! Who’s that!?”

“Me, you troublemaker.” Gianna said.

“Oh, sorry.” Max said with an innocent smile.

“Do you remember what we both wanted to do since the first time you grabbed a surfing board?”

“Uhm. I don’t know.” Max shook her head. “I don’t remember.”

“You saw this place on pictures. You’ll remember.” Gianna said and that’s when Max felt a couple of hands taking her blindfold off.

It took her a second to fully recover her sight, but once she did, she recognise where she was immediately.

“What?” She asked softly turning to her mom.

“The beach I promised to take you when you were thirteen. I’m a little bit late, but I always keep my promises.”

A single tear went down her cheek while looking around. The beautiful sun was going slowly down and the waves were bigger than the ones she was used to seeing while the water looked more clear. She felt like she was in another place, not it Outer Banks. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah. It’s something very special. We both wanted to share it with each other so bad, I’m not going to be there with you in the water, but I’ll be watching you.” Max turned her head to her mom and noticed that she was crying too.

“Thank you.” Max said softly.

“Well, it wasn’t my idea.” Gianna shook her head. Max turned to her dad confused but he shook his head too.

“Then who?” On that moment, the Pogues walked out of John B’s van to run towards Max and gave her a big hug.

“Happy birthday!” They all yelled on the group hug.

“Guys! I didn’t know you were coming!” Max said with a smile once the hug was over.

“What? And miss a surfing session with the incredible Max Belinsky?” John B asked. “Never!” Max let our laugh and on that moment she locked eyes with JJ, who was just now walking towards the group.

He had his hands inside his pockets while looking at Max with warm eyes... and that’s when it hit her. A little smile escaped her lips but she didn’t say anything, she just turned to her siblings and asked with a smile. “Who’s ready to go to the water?” Cody immediately lifted his hand into the air excited.

“Me! Me! Me!” He quickly went to the Jeep to grab their surf boards, Fred and Max soon joined since their boards were the double of Cody’s size.

The Pogues were already walking to the water soon followed by the Belinsky family, but Max stayed back once she noticed JJ was still getting his surf board ready. She grabbed hers to slowly walk towards him. “You know.” She said a couple of steps away from him. He quickly looked up. “We still have that competition.”

A little smile appeared on JJ’s face and then he asked with a smirk. “Are you ready, Belinsky?”

“Are you, Maybank?”

“So...” Cody said while counting. “JJ got 10, 9 and then 8 from the judges.” He said pointing at Gianna, Sam and John B. “And Max got 10, 9 and 9. So, that means-”

“I won!” Max said excited dropping her board to the sand.

“What?!” JJ asked.

“Make way for the surfing queen.” Max said doing a weird dance.

“Count that again!” JJ complained but then Cody shook his head, making JJ stayed there with defeat on his eyes but then that turned into a smile when he saw Max celebrating by doing weird moves.

“Hey!” Fred said. “Maybe JJ can be the king and you the queen.”

Max shook her head. “No, there’s no need for a king. I don’t need one to be a queen.”

“Boooooo!” Cody and Fred yelled but Max playfully slapped Fred’s arm.

“Oh, suck it!”

“Max, language.” Ben said and Max’s eyes went a little bit wide.

“Sorry!” Max said and then turned to JJ once he got closer to her.

“Alright, congratulations, Belinsky.” They both shook hands. “Very well deserved. It was an honour to lose against you. But we will definitely have a rematch.”

“Keep dreaming, Maybank. You’ll never kick me out of the throne.” Max said with a smile.

“That’s my daughter.” Gianna said proudly before all of them bursted into laughter and went into their own little conversations.

“I guess that’s it, that was our last thing that we had that was pending.” JJ said and Max nodded.

“I guess.” She said softly. JJ looked for a couple of seconds into her eyes, but then walked back leaving Max behind.

She took a deep breath and then turned to her mother, who was looking at her with a smile after watching JJ walk away.

“You already know it was his idea, don’t you?” Gianna asked once Max let her arm go around her shoulders.

“Yes.” Max said looking down.

“Then why don’t you go and talk with him about it?”

“And say what?”

Gianna didn’t respond immediately, she just looked up and waited for Max to look at her, so when she did, she asked: “Remember when I told you about me and you father, how anything couldn’t keep me away from being with him?” Max nodded. “What’s stopping you now?”

Max didn’t answer because she didn’t have one. Or maybe she did... nothing. Nothing was stopping her.

She gave her mom a smile before walking towards JJ, who was standing looking down at his feet touched the water. He was a little far away from the others that the voices of their friends were almost a whisper to them.

Once Max stood there next to him, he didn’t look at her but he knew she was there. Max sat down letting the water touch her skin, he did the same getting closer to her. After a couple of seconds of enjoying the sound of the waves, Max said softly: “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.” He said without hesitating but still with his eyes glued to the water. He had a little smile on his face and that made Max feel good, for some reason. She didn’t know what to respond to what he said, so she just stayed there in silence biting the corner of her lower lip, until JJ said softly: “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.” She said almost in a whisper, so softly that it felt like her words were carried away by the wind blowing around them.

JJ shook his head. “You don’t need to say sorry.”

“Yes, yes I do. I wasn’t lying, I’m afraid. But instead of facing it, I just walked away.”

“I understand why you did it. I do know what you went through a year ago, but I could never know what you felt.” For the first time, Max and JJ locked eyes with each other and that little sparkle they both felt everytime they touched and looked at each other appeared.

“You know what’s the worst thing?” She asked and JJ slowly shook his head afraid of her answer. “That when I saw you with that girl, I hurt way more than last time.”

JJ felt his chest close up when he heard those words and the pain in her voice. “I’m sorry.” He said but she shook her head.

“It’s not your fault.”

“But if I could take it back, I would.”

“I know.” Max said with a little smile. Silence surrounded them one more time. The waves were the only thing they could hear and they were thankful for that, because neither of the them could think of what to say next.

“What now?” JJ ask looking back at the water.

Max shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.” Like JJ, she looked back at the water but this time she looked up more to the sky. “Hey, God, when I said that I wanted a different summer, this is not what I meant.” She said jokingly and JJ let out a laugh.

“Weird. I asked for the same thing.” JJ said and then turned his head to see Max, but since she didn’t look at him he took the opportunity to stare at her. Her little freckles and the way that her cheeks would make a little ball since she had a little smile on her face. Nothing that was around him mattered anymore, it was only him and her. “But I also wished for something good. And you’re good for me, Max, even if you think otherwise.”

“I don’t think that.” Max said quickly before locking eyes with JJ. “When I went through what I went through with Jonathan I promised myself that I would never let myself go through that again... but I guess we can’t control with who we fall for and what happens.”

“We can’t. But if I could chose, I wouldn’t choose anyone else.” JJ said looking down to her lips but then quickly went back to her eyes when a smile appeared on her face.

“Don’t make me kick your ass.” Max said jokingly and JJ let out a tiny laugh.

“Oh, I would like to see you try.”

“Is that true Maybank?” Max said with a smile.

“I’ve never been more sure about something in my entire life.” He felt like he said that with another intention without even thinking about it. But for the first time, they didn’t freak out. They just stared at each other, enjoying the closeness and the feeling of warmth they gave each other.

“Who would’ve thought? Being sure about something is even more scary than being not sure and lost.”

JJ nodded. “Life is weird.”

“Ha! Tell me about it.” Max looked at the water but when JJ spoke again she looked back at him.

“The truth is that... I’m not sure about a lot things. But this... how I feel about you, is the only thing that you could ask me and I wouldn’t even hesitate on the answer.”

Her heart skipped a beat so she let a breath get out of her mouth. But then, with the most confidence ever, she asked: “Then, tell me, how do you feel about me?”

“Life is a weird place, and I have to figure out a lot of things, one of the those things is the stuff that I’m not sure about, but what I’m sure about is that I want to figure them out with you.”

A little smile escaped Max’s lips. “You were right. You didn’t even hesitate.”

JJ nodded. “Yeah. But I have to be honest, it was fucking terrifying.” Max let out a tiny laugh. JJ looked at her lips and then said, just like her, with a sudden wave of confidence. “How about you?” He asked softly.

“We make a pretty good team.” Max said while nodding with a smile on her face.

“The perfect partners is crime, if you ask me. Maybank and Belinsky, here they come, you better watch out.” JJ said jokingly and Max let out a laugh.

“The two troublemakers of Outer Banks together? Is that a storm coming?” Max followed his joke.

They both let their laughs fill the moment but then when both unintentionally looked down to each other’s lips, the need to close the space between them appeared on their bodies. “What do you say, Belinsky?”

Max felt like she was ready, ready to let everything behind, every pain, every bad though, every thing that would keep her away from what made her happy. So, without hesitating, she closed the space between her and JJ to unite her lips with his. The kiss it was just little, tasting each other, leaving their lips to get use to the other. After a couple of seconds, Max broke the kiss to find a surprised JJ in front of her.

“Is that a yes?” JJ asked.

“Mmm.” Max pretended to think. “Maybe.”

“Is that how it’s going to be? You teasing me?” JJ said with a smirk.

“Get used to it, because that’s my favorite thing to do.” Max said after letting out a laugh.

“I’ll get use to it just fine.” JJ said with a flirty tone before giving her a another short kiss.

Max bit her lower lip while their faces were very close to each other. “You know? How you said, there’s a lot of things we’re not sure about. But I’m sure about one thing about us... the troublemakers.”

“What’s that?”

Max let out a smile before saying: “You don’t mess with us.”

And on that moment, they both understood that bad things will always happen. That’s life. But they’re there to make them realize that no matter how many bad things life will throw at them, they still want to be with each other. Love is strong, and with the right people, is unbreakable.

Two people that are so similar, but with different stories, somehow ending up feeling the same and finding the safety they both needed in each other. It’s weird how life works, nobody knows why, but it happens.

They were just two troublemakers who were trying to live their lives, trying to survive the bad rocks life was throwing at them, they were both strong individuals, but with each other, nothing could bring them down. So, you better watch you back, because the troublemakers are just getting started.

the end.

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the moment that I created max I didn’t know that I was going to love her this much. I created her when I was going though a bad time and maybe this is going to sound crazy, but she did help me a lot of times. whenever I was writing, or just feeling sad and down, the thought about her helped me get through it. maybe it sounds crazy, or maybe not, but max means a lot to me and I’m really glad y���all like her too. I write because it helps me get out of my head and ugly thoughts. the real world sucks sometimes and this helps me get out of it. and I’m hoping my fics and series help you get out of it too, that’s why I write. I hope I made you smile, feel happy, sad, excited, whatever it was. It was worth it for me.

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[taiblogcomics]

All Out of Outlaws

Hey there, that live service you paid for but only used once. I hope you liked last week's anniversary review as much as I liked writing it. Now we're back to the usual stack. We're on a streak with Red Hood junk, so let's get back into it~

Here's the cover:

Since it's an anniversary issue of its own, the cover is way glossier and higher quality than usual. I don't object to homaging most of Jason's old teammates in the sky, but why the fuck is Crux there? Like, why would you remind us of Crux? Nobody liked Crux, nobody even remembers Crux. At least he's partially covered by the logo, but not nearly enough. Like, Isabel's worth way more of a cover appearance than Crux. Anyway, other than Crux, this cover's pretty good. Very movie poster-esque.

So this book takes place "one month ago". That somehow means it takes place after issue 48, AKA the unnecessary tie-in issue, and that other story arc that ended last issue. You got that? One month ago is after the tie-in story, but before the story that just ended. You can tell all this because Bizarro is still here instead of trapped in hell, and Jason Todd's narrating to himself about how Punchline tricked him regarding Duela Dent. Yeah, there's no moment showing how he realised this, even though that'd make good story in itself. No, he's just here because he's already pissed at the Duela deception.

After the flashback, we return to the present. This is after issue 49, just so you know where we stand. It's pretty clear Artemis and Jason have just slept together. That... seems odd to me. It's odd to them as well, so that's forgivable. Jason acknowledges that really he just needed some human contact. Because, like, Roy is dead, Bizarro is in hell, and Starfire is in space. Thankfully, he mentions Crux not at all. Jason thinking Crux is a friend worth missing would be more disbelief than I can willingly suspend. Anyways, they're interrupted by a welcome sight.

The loud yelling returns us to seeing Monsieur Mallah yell like a drill sergeant at the Outlaws of Tomorrow, or whatever those kids were called. You remember them: Devour, Doomed, Cloud 9, DNA, Babe in Arms and Mombie (which I swear I came up with before it was ever written in an issue), and Vessel. Anyways, they were my favourite part of the last dozen issues or whenever they first appeared. Jason points a gun at Mallah to try and get him to stop yelling at the kids, and Ma Gunn calls him out on it. Basically, she's hired Mallah and the Brain to train these kids, since Jason keeps skipping out on it. If he disapproves of her methods, then he should train them himself. He concedes the point, and opts to leave the kids in her care.

Jason leaves, heading up to Dr. Veritas' lab. This is where Duela's ended up after they rescued her from the flashback. She's alive, but part of her recovery has been reconstructive surgery. Her repaired face has basically left her non-verbal and mostly unresponsive. Jason has a plan, though. It's probably supposed to be his pocket, but I swear it looks like he's taking this out of the fly of his jeans. That's extremely worrying, almost as worrying as what actually happens: Jason hands her a rubber Joker mask, and she puts it on. With her "face" restored, she starts laughing--and doesn't stop. Jason wonders if this was a good idea after all. I'm gonna go ahead and venture "no"~

Following that, we advance three weeks, where Duela has been doing physical therapy in Suzie Su's private gym. She's been struggling, and is still mostly non-verbal, but at least communicates in laughs and animal noises. Jason decides the best way to get her to improve is to taunt her. Surprisingly, it works: when he dumps enough insults, she's able to stagger to her feet well enough to attack him. He says he knew she could do it with the right motivation, and she's pleased with herself. Pleased enough that when the time skips ahead again, she's perfectly verbal once more.

This scene takes place in a graveyard. Not just any, but the very grave that Jason once upon a time clawed his way out of. Naturally, she thinks that's cool. This is Jason's "don't make the same mistakes I did" lecture, but Duela doesn't want to hear it. She's too mad at Punchline and Joker for treating her like shit. Jason understands, but he says he'll be there for her when she decides to change her mind about being a crazy psychopath. They both return home to Ma Gunn's, but while Jason laments some thoughts to Artemis, Duela decides to escape. Just like the teen she is.

Partway off the grounds, she actually encounters Pup-Pup. Yeah, the talking Superman plush doll is still somehow hanging around. I might pick on this series a bit, and rightly so sometimes, but how many other comics do you know where a sapient talking plush toy of one of the world's greatest heroes is a recurring character? That's fantastic. That's exactly why I read comic books. Anyway, she stops to chat with Pup-Pup, because when life throws that much weirdness at you, you stop and interact. She relays an exaggerated version of her backstory to him, talking about how her father beat her while her mother laughed, and she killed them both in the end. Pup-Pup sees right through it, and the pair of them end up hanging out all night until Jason finds them both asleep in the yard the next morning.

So it's a bit later, and they're in New York. A bank's been broken into by... Agent Smith from The Matrix?? It's a group of guys in shades and suits who are all identical and refer to themselves as sharing a single collective mind. I don't care that they call themselves "The Chairmen", that sounds like Agent Smith to me. Fortunately, the Outlaws are here to beat them up. Joker's Daughter and her pal Pup-Pup have joined as the pre-requisite third member(s), but partway through the fight, the strain of the fight causes Duela to have some sort of mental break.

Very suddenly, it's no longer funny for Duela. She's not into the violence or death. She is just a teen, after all, and I guess it built up over time. The rest of the Agent Smiths are dealt with while Jason comforts Duela and removes the Joker mask from her. No doubt he's going to store it back in his trousers. And so, after the fight, Duela gets cleaned up, dresses like a normal person, and returns home to her parents. Artemis imparts the wisdom that it doesn't matter how you live, as long as you're living the way you want, it's the greatest act of defiance there is. Jason also allows Pup-Pup to stow away in her backpack, just to keep an eye on her.

After returning Duela to her home, Jason and Artemis ride on for a while. Then, abruptly, Artemis pulls over. It's as far as she's going, at least with Jason. But they both agree: he doesn't need her around anymore. He's a capable guy who can stand on his own two feet. And so Artemis also departs, she taking one road, and Jason driving down the other. And that road Jason's on? Why, it's the road home. The road back to Gotham. Jason muses that he was an okay sidekick, a crap supervillain, and a great outlaw. But what he was most of all... was a good friend.

I’m gonna say to start out with that I think this is a good issue. Heck, I think this is a great issue. It’s very character-driven, which is kind of what I always want in these things. Would much rather read something that develops the characters than just another fight scene.

I guess the issue, then, is A) does the character development make sense, and 2) do we care? And honestly... I don’t really care that Joker’s Daughter got a happy ending. Nor do I really feel it was earned. We’ve followed the character’s entire history on this blog, after all. Honestly, it probably would have made a lot more sense if she’d stayed on as part of Generation Outlaw. I just don’t think there was any build-up to her sudden realisation that “oh crap, everything I do sucks”, and thus her sudden retirement/redemption doesn’t feel earned.

But hey, at least Crux wasn’t in it~

Next issue, Jason finally goes solo!

[perpetualoverthinker]

New In Town (JJ x Reader)

(not my gif!)

Summary: It’s junior year on the Outer Banks and a new face shows up in town, catching the attention of a particular blunt rolling surfer...

Warnings: underage drinking, swearing, weed

WC: 2.3k

A/N: Sooo I’m not really sure what this is...I just had a really strong urge to write something and so I just wrote whatever came to mind (aka Outer Banks because that’s all I can think about rn lol). Most of this first part is exposition (I’m sorry!!) but hopefully things will spice up in the next chapter, even though I plan on making this a slow burn. Also, I’m not sure how often I’ll update this story, but for now I plan on continuing to write it! This is my first time writing fanfic, so please go easy on me lol. I love getting feedback on the things I write, so don’t hesitate to leave some (or write anything you’d like to see in following chapters)! 

When your dad told you he was uprooting the whole family away from the city and down to the Outer Banks, you felt your heart drop. The thought of leaving New York, the only home you had ever known, and moving down south filled you with dread. How were you supposed to adjust? You wouldn’t see your friends, you would be leaving the high school you knew so well, and you didn’t even like the beach that much. You had nothing to look forward to in North Carolina.

Your dad had told you and your sisters that it would be a fresh start. He said that he had some friends down there and that this was your chance to begin anew. After your mom had died, your father had felt there were too many memories in New York. Too many fresh wounds. You felt differently, of course, and fought him on it. Sometimes it felt like you were winning the argument and other times it felt like you had no chance. Ultimately, you lost.

The summer before junior year was coming to an end as the car pulled up into your new driveway. The house was fancy and absurdly big for your four-person family. It perfectly blended in with the large, luxurious houses scattered throughout the neighborhood. You laughed at the gaudiness of it all. You quickly jumped out of the car and waited with your sisters as the moving truck slowly parked along the curb.

“Girls, help me with the boxes while I unlock the door, will you?” your dad shouted as he headed for the front door.

You made your way to the truck and started heaving boxes towards the house, your sisters trailing behind you, lugging whatever they could. You made sure you picked up the boxes labeled “y/n’s room” first. All you wanted was to escape to your room and wallow. As you were about to step inside the house, you noticed a girl about your age running up your driveway. Dressed in a floral summer dress, long blonde hair flowing behind her, she shouted, “Hey!” You watched her wearily as you dropped the boxes at your feet.

“You’re the new neighbors, right?”

“We indeed are!” your dad exclaimed as he came up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m Sarah,” she said as she extended her hand out to your dad, “I live just around here and thought I should introduce myself.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sarah.” He shook her hand, smiling. “We’re the y/l/ns. This is Nicky and Jo.” he said while gesturing to the two little girls (who were already getting bored of the conversation) sitting cross-legged on the ground, picking at the grass. “And this is y/n.” He shook your shoulders gently as you smiled awkwardly at the pretty girl.

“So, do you go to Kildare High School?”

“Ah, no. I go to the private school around here. But I have some friends who go to the public school.”

“Maybe you could introduce them to y/n!” You wished your father would stop talking sometimes. “Well, I should start hauling those boxes in. y/n, just bring up your boxes when you’re done.” He kissed you on the side of the head, waved at Sarah, and walked back inside, Nicky and Jo scampering behind him.

“I should probably head back,” Sarah pointed her thumb back and started to walk away but stopped midway. “Hey, um, I don’t know what you’re doing later tonight, but my friends are having an end-of-summer party down at the boneyard if you want to come?”

“Boneyard?”

“Oh, it’s just a beach. You’re welcome to come, though. Get to know some people on the island. It’s around 10.”

“Sure, I guess. I’ll see you then…”

“Great! I’ll meet you back here!” At that, she turned around and walked back down the driveway.

• • •

Soon enough, 10 o’clock came around and you were standing outside your front door. You weren’t sure what you were doing. The girl seemed nice enough, but how badly did you really want to make friends on an island you wished you weren’t on?

“Hey! You ready to go?” Once again, Sarah came jogging up your driveway and held up a six-pack of beer.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

As you strolled along the road headed towards the beach, you admired the environment surrounding you. Being in the city your whole life, you weren’t used to seeing mass amounts of trees or hearing crickets chirp through the night. The steady hum of the night seemed to ease some of your tension. You took a moment to close your eyes and take it in while you walked. The girl beside you glanced over at you and smiled.

“I think that’s the most I’ve seen you relax. Earlier today, it looked like you couldn’t wait to run away from me,” she chuckled.

“Sorry about that. Let’s just say moving wasn’t my idea.”

“So why did you move?”

You felt your throat go a little dry. “Um, my mom passed away about eight months ago.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” She grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

“So my dad thought it would be a good idea to move here and get a new start. Me on the other hand, I thought we should’ve just stayed in New York.”

“Well, you’ve already made your first friend.” She smiled at you and kept holding your hand as you stumbled down to the beach.

Right away, you noticed an unusual split between partygoers. Scattered on one side of the beach stood people dressed in pastel polos, khaki shorts, boat shoes and designer bathing suits. On the other side, people were dressed in less expensive and more casual clothes.

A group of kids surrounding a beer keg looked over towards you and Sarah and started waving at the girl next to you. Sarah tugged you along towards the group. Letting go of your hand, she went to hug each kid. You suddenly felt out of place with the absence of your new friend’s hand.

Within the little huddle stood three boys and a girl. Sarah had gone up and kissed the brunette boy wearing a bandana around his neck and a button up shirt (in which the buttons seemed highly unnecessary, for he nearly had all of them unbuttoned). Stood beside him was a darker skinned boy wearing a snapback. He had his arms around the two other members of the group while he laughed along to whatever Sarah was saying at the moment. The girl had dark curly hair and friendship bracelets lined both of her wrists while the last boy was blonde and wore a cutoff shirt. He held a blunt in one hand and a beer in the other. You couldn’t help but notice that they were all obscenely attractive.

Where the fuck am I?

“Alright, alright, everyone. We have a newbie here! She’s my new neighbor.” Sarah announced as she gestured towards you. Suddenly all eyes were on you.

“Well hello there…” the blonde boy said while he sauntered over to you. You could tell he was trying to flirt, and your cheeks went red.

“JJ cool it. Don’t freak her out.” The other girl came up to you and grinned. “Don’t mind the horndog over here. I’m Kiara, but you can call me Kie.” You shook her hand. “And that’s John B. and Pope.” She pointed at each boy respectively. “And now you know who this idiot is.” She playfully shoved the blonde’s arm.

“I’m y/n.”

“Beer?” John B. asked, holding up a red solo cup. You nodded and moved closer to the group. “So y/n, where you from?”

“New York.”

“So a city girl, huh?” JJ laughed and raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, not much of a beach person I guess.”

“Not a beach person and she moves to the Outer Banks. I think you’ve chosen the wrong place to live.” Pope laughed as he downed the rest of his beer.

“What’s with the preppy kids separated from everyone else?” you ask, looking back towards the polo clad group. All of them except Sarah scoff at the mention of them. “What?” You looked at Sarah, confused.

“Listen, here on the island there are the kooks,” John B. paused to point over at the group, “and the pogues.” He made a circling gesture towards his friends.

“The kooks are rich entitled assholes who live on Figure Eight and pogues are the low-lives who live on the Cut. It’s war, my friend.” JJ stated while he glared at the kooks.

You tried stifling your laughter at the absurdness of it all after seeing the serious faces which had fallen upon the group. Your attempt to hold it in was feeble. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!” you burst out.

“Thank you! Finally someone who agrees with me!” Sarah beamed.

“It’s not stupid! They really fucking suck!” JJ exclaimed.

“Well don’t you think it’s at least a little stupid? I mean come on. Only people in movies or celebrities have rivalries.”

“You’ll change your mind once you speak to one of them…” You only shook your head and chuckled to yourself. That is, until you noticed a few of the kooks heading over towards the keg.

“Jesus, here we fucking go.” JJ complained as he stepped in front of you. “What do you want Rafe?”

The tall blonde boy approaching smirked. “I heard I got a new neighbor,” he said while eying you up and down. All you could do was make a face. “Just wanted to make sure she wasn’t making the same mistake my sister made, hanging out with you losers.”

“And why does who I decide to hang out with concern you?” you asked as you sidestepped out of JJ’s protective stance.

“Woah, fiery. I like that…” he chuckled. You noticed JJ’s body tense when Rafe took a step towards you. You rolled your eyes and stepped back to avoid him getting any closer.

“Listen, not gonna happen bud.” You turned around and started walking to the keg, hoping to just end the unwanted interaction there.

“Whatever, your loss!” he called out. “Hope you enjoy whoring yourself out to these dirty pogues.” You stopped dead in your tracks, whipping yourself around. Before you could let out a response, JJ charged Rafe and punched him square in the jaw. In one swift moment, Rafe’s goonies and the pogues behind you rushed towards the two squabbling boys. Rafe threw some punches and busted JJ’s eyebrow, but JJ soon had Rafe beneath him and was throwing punch after punch. You could see blood dripping down the kook’s face, splattering after each blow. Beside you, Kie and Sarah were yelling at the boys to stop. John B. and Pope both rushed to wrangle JJ off of Rafe as the kooks attempted to drag him out from under.

“You’re fucking dead, pogue!” Rafe pointed at JJ as he retreated with his friends.

Looking over at JJ, one wouldn’t have thought he had just gotten into a fight. Sure, scrapes littered his face and you could see purple starting to blossom along his cheek and eye but plastered on his face was a shit eating grin. “Why the fuck are you smiling?”

“Because I won,” he smirked and winked at you. You shook your head, laughing nervously.

Turning to Sarah, you said, “Listen, I think I’m gonna head home.”

“What? But you just got here!” she pouted, running up to you and grabbing your hands.

“I think I’ve seen everything I need to. There was beer, banter, a fight. I’m already partied out.” You chuckle, more to yourself than to Sarah.

“Alright, fine. You want me to walk you home?”

“I can do it.” You and Sarah turned to look at JJ as he raised his hand slightly. “I’ve got to clean up anyways,” he said, gesturing to his face.

“Ok, sure.” You looked at him, once again blushing, as he moved towards you.

The walk home was mostly silent, with the exception of you giving directions every so often. JJ had rolled another blunt and the two of you were passing it between each other, huffing out smoke as you walked. You weren’t sure why he had volunteered to walk you home. Maybe he felt bad for you, you thought. Or maybe he just wanted to get in your pants. The thought made your cheeks flush. All you knew was that the silence was eating away at you.

“Hey, thanks for tonight,” you mumbled, looking down at your feet.

“For what?”

“Defending me, walking me home…”

“Oh, no problem.” You saw him blush a little. “Rafe’s an asshole. He had it coming.”

“You probably didn’t need to punch him,” you said as you glanced at his scraped-up face.

“What’s the fun in that?” The smirk from before reappeared.

“You find getting punched in the face fun?” you asked incredulously.

“Nah…I find the punching fun.” He took a drag of the blunt and passed it to you. As the two of you were approaching your house, you found yourself wishing you hadn’t walked so fast.

You slowed down at the end of the driveway and turned to JJ. “Well, this is me…” JJ stopped and stared at the house before him, letting out a low whistle. “What?”

“When Sarah said you were her neighbor, I knew you were rich, but I didn’t know you were rich rich.” You scoffed at the remark, rolling your eyes.

“I swear to god, if you call me a kook, I’ll kick your ass,” you said in a serious tone, but you couldn’t help but smile.

“Is that a threat?” He bit his lip and cocked his eyebrow.

“Maybe…” you said slyly as you walked up towards your front door, JJ still following. Slipping your key into the lock and opening the door, you looked back at him. “I’ll see you around pogue.” Then you shut the door.

“Jesus…” JJ mumbled under his breath, turning the other way and laughing to himself.

Leaning against the door, you smiled ear to ear. Maybe you did have something to look forward to on this island…

CH 2

[bxthharmon]

Never Go Home Again, Pt. IX || JJ Maybank x Reader

Words: 2748

Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex tapes and sex tapes / drugs / underage drinking

Pt. Warnings: weed / breaking and entering

Series Summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy.  teenagers getting in way over their heads

Pt. Summary: disputes are resolved as the gold gets closer. 

A/N: Sorry for this taking longer, I was gonna update yesterday but i only had half the chapter done, oops! enjoy, and as always, lemme know if u wanna get tagged, hv any comments or just wanna be friends :)

Chapters linked in my masterlist.

“masterlist”

“No effing way.” Kie yelled. “You brought her here? So what? She’s in on this now?”

From your seat next on the arm of JJ’s chair, you could see the frustration on her face, the exasperated expression adorning John B’s and the fed up look on Sarah’s. John B looked at you for help, and you and Pope shook your heads, not wanting to get involved.

“Look, all I care about is her cut comes from your share.” JJ spoke up.

“You know, I don’t remember taking a vote!” Kie argued. “This is our thing. A pogue thing.”

“I gotta say,” Pope cut in, “I’m just a tad uncomfortable with all of this.”

“Thank you!” Kie yelled.

“When are you not?” John B countered.

“I dunno, I rode here on the back of JJ’s back pretty comfortably.”

“It’s true. Most relaxed I’ve ever seen him.” JJ agreed.

“That’s cute, guys.” John B nodded, defeated.

“You know, we were all extremely comfortable until you brought her.” said Kie, turning to look at John B.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” Sarah yelled.

“Then leave.” countered Kie. Sarah scoffed, turning to John B.

“I told you.”

“Told him what, exactly?” Kie asked. “That you’re a liar?”

“No, that you’re a shit-talking bitch.” next to you, Pope and JJ got out their money, placing bets. Frustrated, you stood up.

“Shut the fuck up!” You yelled, “Both of you.” You stood between them, and could hear JJ changing his bet, banking on you.

“You are my only two girl friends on this island, and you obviously had some sort of drama. But Kie, Sarah is helping us. Can’t you see that? And Sarah, you have no right to call Kie a shit-talking bitch. You’re both as bad as each other. Grow the fuck up! Didn’t you say this shit between you happened in 10th Grade? That was over a year ago! You were like, fifteen! Get over yourselves, and chill the fuck out,” You calmed your voice down, “okay?”

You sat down next to JJ, and John B took the silence to his advantage. “Kie, you’re my best friend, right? And Sarah, you’re… you’re my…”

“Say it.” Sarah murmured, the four of you watching the exchange with baited breath.

“You’re my girlfriend.”

You, Pope and JJ let out a breath. “That’s new.”

“She’s your girlfriend now?” Kie asked, crossing her arms.“What was all that talk about you were just using her for information? Get a map. Cut her loose.” 

“You said you were using me?” Sarah asked.

“No.” John B denied.

“Yeah, you did.” you all chorused.

“Look, love just walked in, okay?” John B yelled.

“Cringe.” you whispered, and JJ held down a smile.

“I didn’t expect it.” John B continued, “It just - it kind of happened. And I’m not gonna deny it. Right?”

“Oh, that’s corny.” Pope muttered, adding to your sentiment.

“Look, cut the bullshit, John B.” Kie sighed. “If she’s in, I’m out.” John B protested, but Kie overpowered him. “I’m very interested, actually. Me or her?”

“Both.” John B shrugged.

“Went for the Hail Mary.” JJ observed as you and Pope whistled in surprise.

Kie stormed out, and you looked around the quiet porch, before following her out, and hugging her, wiping away her tears. You could almost feel the group’s eyes burning into you.

--

You didn’t see any of them until the next day, when Pope picked you and Kie up, telling that JJ and John B had a problem with a boat. You pulled up, the pair of you hopping up onto the boat, finding JJ and John B inside. You and Kie began checking the alternator, hearing a whoop as the boys dove, both running out and swimming to the boat. You ran to the stern as Kie stopped, you didn’t look back.

“Why the fuck am I here?” you yelled, “This is nothing to do with me!” 

“Mediate!” JJ yelled, “make sure they don’t kill each other!”

“I’m gonna kill you, Maybank!”

Kie joined you, and you realised Sarah was there. Figures.

They started yelling, the boys telling you to figure everything out.

“There’s food in the cabin, and JJ rolled a blunt!” Pope told you.

“Hydroponic!” JJ added.

“This is ridiculous!” Sarah yelled, struggling out of her shoes and shorts.

“Well, I would rather drown than stay here with you, so…” kie sighed.

“Fine, be my guest, maybe you’ll finally shut the hell up.”

“You don’t even know where you’re going!”

“I don’t care!”

“Good luck with the oyster beds.” Kie said as Sarah climbed in the water, hearing Pope’s call for ‘Godspeed!’

“They’re not coming back for us.” you sighed, looking down at Sarah, swimming in the water. She screamed, and you both looked back to her.

“What?” Kie snapped.

“Are you okay?” you called.

“I got stung by a jellyfish! Shit!”

“Dramatic.” Kie muttered, making you glare at her. This was going to be a long night. “Well you swam right into a man-o’-war I don’t know what you thought was gonna happen.”

You helped Sarah up, hissing at the sight of the red stings.

“Does it hurt?” Kie snarked.

“Hey, Kiara, you know what they say about curing jellyfish stings?”

“Oh God.” you muttered.

“You have to pee on me.”

“I mean, talk about bonding.” you laughed. “I have a better idea.”

--

“Hey, guess what?” 

The hydroponic blunt was working wonders - Sarah had forgotten her pain, you were all more comfortable and Sarah was finally experiencing something other than kook life.

“Would you rather have - I was imagining you like this just now, it was pretty funny - would you imag- Would you rather have nipples for eyes or eyes for nipples? Imagine if you get really old and your nipples, your boobs get saggy, and your nipples - if they were your eyes - you could see if your shoes were untied.”

“Sarah, you could do that with your eyes anyway.” You pointed out.

“Oh. oh yeah.” She looked at you in wonder.

“Is this like your first time smoking or something?” Kie asked her.

“No.” Sarah looked like a child trying to deny stealing candy after getting caught with a hand in the cookie jar. Kie rolled her eyes.

“Hey, Kiara…” Sarah mumbled.

“Oh my God, enough of the ‘Hey, Kiara’ bullshit! Why’d you do it?”

“Wait, catch up time.” You put your hand up, “Why’d she do what?”

“We were best friends. We stole beers from your dad’s fridge, we watched movies together, we cried about boys. And the next thing I know I’m watching your party happen on Instagram.”

You looked between them “Oh, shit, that’s fucked up.” You were definitely high.

“It was one party.” Sarah countered.

“You invited everybody except me.” 

“And me.” you added, making the pair glare. You raised your hands in surrender.

“You told everybody I was the reason the party got busted.” continued Kie.

“Okay, well, who else would have called the cops?”

“You never asked. You just let the rumour go that I was a rat. You were my best friend and then you ghosted me and I don’t even know why! I mean, really, what did I do?”

You looked expectantly at Sarah, “You liked me.” she began.

“What?” You and Kie frowned.

“When people get close to me, I feel trapped. And… I bail. Then I blame them for it.” there was a long pause, and you watched the pair process everything. Weirdly, the exchange reminded you of your old friends. “I’m really sorry… and I miss you.” they shared another look, “Do you think there’s a chance we could be okay again?”

“Honestly,” you could see Kie thinking, “I don’t know.”

Sarah nodded slowly, and you spoke up.

“Look, I mean, it all sounds fucked up, but who doesn’t indulge in self destructive behaviour? It’s understandable, and sure, it might take time, but can you guys agree to at least put the effort in?” They nodded, promising.

Not long after, you made your way to the cabin, settling down in the makeshift beds. You lay there in silence, until Kie spoke up.

“Hey Sarah?” she hummed in acknowledgement. “Promise me you won’t bail on John B. He’s not just… some other guy. And he really, really likes you.”

“I won’t.” Sarah murmured.

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

Kie rolled slightly and sighed. “Also, I’m sorry I called the cops.”

There was a pause, “I knew it.” Sarah giggled. “I knew it you bitch!”

You descended into laughter, you chided Kie about that “not being cool, dude” and Sarah and Kie laughing, friends again.

--

The three of you sat on the edge of the boat, balanced as you saw the boat approach from afar, the sun lighting you all in gold as the call came. “Uh oh!” JJ yelled from the HMS Pogue, “forgot your keys or something?”

“Need a tow?” John B added.

“For your sakes,” you looked to the girls on either side of you, “Don’t give them the satisfaction of thinking this worked.”

“Absolutely not.” Sarah agreed.

“Never.” Kie nodded.

“You gotta admit, it was funny.” John B said as the boat pulled closer.

“John B.” Sarah greeted.

“Ah, what’s that?” replied John B.

“Mastermind, huh?” Kie snarked.

“Always planning.” John B confirmed.

“Some patriarchal bullshit.”

“That sucked!” Sarah agreed.

“Why was I even there?” you asked, “I had to put up with the arguing for a whole night!”

“Mediation,” shrugged JJ, “and we strongly suspected that if you found out you would steal the HMS and go get ‘em.”

“You’re not wrong.” You nodded. “But I’m gonna kill you.”

“You still love us though, right?” he grinned.

“Debatable.” you shook your head.

“You still hate me?” John B asked Sarah.

“A little.” she crossed her arms, “we’re gonna get you back when you least expect it.”

“Watch your back, boys.” Kie confirmed.

“We’re comin’ for you.” You added.

“Well, I for one, welcome that challenge.” John B shrugged.

“Me too.” JJ agreed.

“So,” Pope turned to you, “Did they, you know…”

“Reconcile their differences?” You asked, “Not even close. But they’re willing to work together.”

You saw them pretend to be offended at the suggestion.

“You know what? That’s a victory.” John B decided.

“Yep,” JJ reached down to Pope, the pair of them doing a weird-tickly-hand-thing “Woogedy-woogedy-woogedy!” You winked at the girls.

“You know what it was guys?” JJ started up again. “Hydroponic.”

“Don’t say that.” Pope shook his head.

“Alright, shut up.” John B cut in, “You guys ready to jack someone up?”

The three of you looked at each other, as if deciding. “Yeah, whatever.” You all muttered your agreement, hopping into the boat and letting John B steer away.

--

“A’ight, you guys got rope?” John B asked.

“Got it.” Pope held it up.

“Grappling hook?”

“No grappling hook.” You looked down at where everything was gathered, covering your feet. “We’re not batman.”

“Pulley?” 

“Check.” Kie confirmed, the van pulling up by the stone wall.

“Dark clothes?”

“Got it.” Sarah said, all of you looking at each other’s clothes. You pulled a black beanie over your head.

“Flashlights?”

“Check.” JJ confirmed, flicking his on in the direction of your face.

“Jay!” you squealed, covering your eyes, “You dickhead.”

“We’re ready.” John B confirmed, grabbing JJ’s flashlight and flicking it off.

“Let’s go.” you said as John B walked around the car to open the door.

“Let’s go get rich, guys.” JJ said as you flicked your own torch on.

“Yeah. Hell yeah.”

“Let’s go, boys.” you said, first to join John B on the tarmac.

“And girls.” Sarah added.

There was a general murmur of agreement as you got out, stopped by John B. The others glanced at each other, still in the van.

“Wait, wait.” You turned to face him. “I wanna say thank you, guys. Seriously. It means a lot to me that you’re here tonight.”

“Always.” Kie smiled.

“Of course, man.” Pope agreed as they did their handshake.

“Bro, we’re here for ya.” you added.

“Alright, we done with this circle jerk?” JJ interrupted, making you roll your eyes. “Can we go do this?”

“Yep.” you and Sarah nodded.

“Let’s go get that wheat in the water.” Pope climbed out.

“Weed?” JJ said, “I’m up for weed.”

“Wheat.” you emphasised the ‘t’, a small smile playing on your lips. You hopped the wall with ease, being careful to avoid the brambles this time. Sarah and Kie followed, and the boys came over after them. You led the group as you made your way to the house in single file. You looked back at the group in time with the light that flicked on, the lot of you scrambling to the floor amidst a flurry of profanities. “Flashlights!” you hissed, thinking of the cemetery all over again.

“Okay,” breathed Pope, “so she has motion sensor lights.”

“We could uh…” JJ looked around, “move really slowly?”

“What?” Sarah frowned.

“Babe. That’s not how it works.” you shook your head at him. He smiled at the nickname.

“Oh, shit.” John B piped up, “Let’s throw a rock at it.”

“What?” Pope asked.

“That’s a really good idea,” Kie snarked, “let the axe murderer know we’re here.”

“Throw a rock at it?” Pope repeated.

“Okay, you have a better idea?” John B asked, offended.

“Literally anything but that.” You deadpanned.

“What about the breaker?” Sarah cut in. “In the circuit box on the porch. We used to play hide-and-seek here as kids, and if we were brave enough we’d go all the way up to the porch. I’ve seen it.”

“No, no. You’re not going into that house alone.” John B shook his head.

“Watch me.” Sarah retorted.

“Crain shops people into pieces.” JJ reminded her.

“She doesn’t,” you rolled your eyes, “but I’m with Sarah. How else do we do this? Besides, she’s like, what, 85?”

“Something like that.”

“She’s probably barely still kicking.” You pointed out.

“I’ll go with you.” Kie turned to Sarah, then back to you. “Wanna join?”

“Nah, y’all do you Velma and Daphne thing.” 

“We’ll wait for your signal.” Pope said, the four of you watching them leave.

“Hey!” John B hissed to Sarah. “Be safe.”

JJ grabbed Pope’s cheek. “Be safe.”

“I’ll be so safe.” Pope mocked. “I’ll be safe for you.”

“Can you guys stop?” John B hissed, making you all giggle. “I’m gonna kill you.”

“But how would that keep us safe?” you asked.

“Hey.” JJ whispered, “Velma and Daphne?”

“Scooby Doo?” you reminded him, and he nodded, “I can’t believe you didn’t get that. You!”

The light clicked off.

“They did it.” John B nodded up. “Go time.”

“Let’s do it.” Pope said, JJ pulling his khaki bandana up.

“Three, two…” you didn’t wait, just stood up and walked to the basement, hearing JJ mutter something about your inability to listen to countdowns. 

“Holy crap, you know what this is?” JJ asked as you all got to the well. “It just hit me. This is C.H.U.D. Full C.H.U.D.”

“What is he talking about?” you asked Pope.

“Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers?” JJ grinned, “Have you guys not seen that film?” He started trying to explain it, but you turned to the other two.

“So, I’m going down, right?” you asked.

“What?” John B asked, “No?”

“Look,” you gestured to the three of them. “We have two muscly surfer bros, Pope, and me. Y’all are strongest, Pope’s the smartest, and I’m the lightest. It makes sense.” They shared a look. “And based on experience, the best at getting out of stressful situations. If the mission gets cut short, I’ll be the last out, and as the fastest, probably still the most likely to get away.” 

“Y/N.” JJ shook his head. “We don’t know what’s down there.”

“Gold.” you said, “And this isn’t about me. It’s for JB. Let me do this.” 

“Fine.” John B nodded, helping you into the harness.

“Jay,” You turned to him, “I’ll be fine.”

“Be safe.” He muttered.

“Now who’s being a sap?” you grinned, “How deep do you think this is, Pope?”

“I don’t know.” he shrugged.

“Great.” You nodded, nerves building. You got on the pulley, you feet guiding you as they began to lower you. “Boys, I have one request. Don’t drop me.”

They pretended to, causing you to jolt a few inches down. You laughed your nerves off. “You’re gonna die first,” you said to JJ, “For sure.”

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[365days365movies]

January 4, 2021: First Blood (1982) (Part II)

Quick Recap before we go on. Oh, and SPOILERS right up top!

John Rambo (Sylvester Stallone) is a Vietnam vet wandering through Washington State, until coming upon the town of Hope, run by the Sheriff Will Teasle (Brian Dennehy).

Sheriff Will Teasle is an absolute dick who arrests Rambo for no real reason; just for being a “drifter.” His police force, which includes the sadistic Galt (Jack Starrett) and sympathetic Mitch (David Caruso, AKA Horatio Caine from CSI: Miami), beats John Rambo, and post-2020 me is UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!!!!

Rambo has Vietnam flashbacks (like you do) and escapes the prison, pursued by the obsessive and dickish Sheriff and his equally dickish men (except for Horatio, maybe).

Galt tries to shoot Rambo, and karma bitch-slaps him RIGHT in the face, holy shit. He dies, and Rambo is blamed and shot at, escaping into the forest.

OK?

OK. On with the recap!

At this point, all of Rambo’s actions are in self-defense. In truth, it’s been self-defense since the beginning. However, he does kill two dogs, so...yeah, can’t really justify that. That sucks. The dog’s handler gets shot by Rambo, who now has a gun, and we also see that Galt’s certified sociopathy has leaked into everybody else but Horatio upon his death, including the dog guy, who tells his dogs to straight up kill Rambo. But, as previously stated...that’s not what happens.

At this point, I should introduce the amemedala.

The amemedala is a portion of the mesencephalon (or midbrain) discovered in the brains of millennials and younger individuals, recently discovered, named, and made up by yours truly. This area, attached to the thalamus, acts as a relay center between the cerebrum and the various sensory receptors of the body, similar to the function of the thalamus. However, while the thalamus governs the broad relay of senses to the appropriate areas of the brain for analysis, the amemedala relays appropriate sensory signals to the frontal lobes, where catalogs of shared sociological trends, or memes, are housed. This relay and association generates connections between extrenal stimuli, and entries in the meme catalog of the frontal lobes. While this is technically an autonomic process, it can be suppressed with enough willpower.

Why am I ringing this up in the middle of First Blood? Because EVERY. SINGLE. CELL of my brain is working to suppress the amemedala right now. Why? BECAUSE OF THE LORAX, AND FOR WHOM HE SPEAKS.

Is it an outdated meme? Very much so. BUT I CANNOT GET IT OUT OF MY GODDAMN HEAD AS I WATCH THIS MOVIE.

OK. That is now out of my system. Anyway, Rambo continues to speak for the trees, which is understandably starting to spook the smalltown cops. This leads to the VERY surprising moment where a camouflaged Rambo appears OUT OF NOWHERE and stabs Horatio in the goddamn leg! Like, wow, he was invisible! I had to rewind the film to see where he was. This is tense...and awesome, not gonna lie. This is awesome.

And then, he gets another cop by JUMPING FROM A TREE. Well, a tree stump, BUT STILL. After he takes him out, he stands in plain sight in front of an approaching cop. That cop, subscribing once again to the shoot-first-ask-questions-later policy, fires. And I SWEAR, Rambo is FASTER THAN THOSE SPEEDING BULLETS, as he dodges out of the way, and the bullets HIT THE COP HE JUST TOOK OUT!

And then, when I didn’t think this could get any more intense, that cop triggers a booby trap, and A STICK WITH WOODEN SPIKES GOES THROUGH THIS MAN’S LEGS, AND HE’S SPEARED LIKE A KEBAB OH MY GOD

The asshole sheriff runs to the NEW set of panicked screams, and his compatriot is just Batman-ed away by Rambo. It’s just the sheriff, now. The storm is building, and the forest is getting darker. The sheriff frees leg-spike cop, and goes to find the other cop, who’s been PINNED TO A TREE LIKE A BUTTERFLY IN A DISPLAY CASE. See, look!

HOLY SHIT IT’S RAMBO WITH A KNIFE IN THE FOREST. He pins the sheriff up to a tree, then with some legitimately badass lines, threatens with the sheriff with “a war [he] wouldn’t believe,” and telling him to make like Elsa and…

I love this sequence. It is the most intense, crazy, holy shit sequence I’ve seen so far this month. Wow. I understand why people talk about this movie. Man, that was a hell of a ride! Good movie, though. All right, so, time for the final sco-

Oh. Oh, my God. I’m only HALFWAY INTO THE MOVIE?

...Wow. OK, then.

We now meet Colonel Sam Trautman, Rambo’s commander in the Green Berets. He’s come to “get his boy.” He says that he came to rescue the Sheriff’s dumb ass from Rambo, rather than the other way around. And the Sheriff is...an idiot. He’s an ass, he’s a maniac, and he’s a stubborn idiot. Even after learning that Rambo is the best, he’s unwilling to back down, the dummkopf.

Rambo kills a wild boar in the woods, which makes no sense for Washington State, but whatever, sure. Anyway, they try to get the colonel to lure Rambo out, even though that’s obviously gonna make his PTSD, just...SO much worse. Especially as he starts using Vietnam parlance in contacting him. Not gonna end well, guys. But it’s then that we learn that Rambo is now the last surviving member of his unit, contributing to his trauma. Rambo’s also been trying to get in contact with the Colonel, winding up here because he has no place to go. He says that there are no friendly civilians, and the trouble’s been caused by that “king-shit” cop. I will be using this term from now on.

Wow. Damn. Hell of a reason for that title. And I think I love this movie. Seriously, I’m having a good time.

King-Shit Cop keeps going ahead with his absolute idiocy, despite all warnings to the contrary. So, a bunch of troops now converge upon Rambo’s place, but he naturally opens fire on them, without killing a single person. In fact, he hasn’t killed anyone this whole movie, and they make a point of saying that he’s been holding back the whole time. So, they decide to use the next, most logical course of action. They FIRE A ROCKET AT HIM.

Afterwards, the Colonel and King Shit Cop catch up at a bar, where the latter exposes his full sociopathy, commenting that he just wanted to kill Rambo. This is opposed to the Colonel, who doesn’t really know what he’d do if Rambo survived.

Which, of course, he did. C’mon, you think a little military-grade propelled explosive is gonna kill John Rambo? Nah. He’s the best there ever was, and he’s gonna prove it now. He jumps into a military vehicle holding an M-60, and hijacks it. Doesn’t take long for the news to break that Rambo’s still kicking, and he’s quickly intercepted by King Shit Cop, who JUST. DOESN’T. KNOW. WHEN. TO QUIT. And I’d admire his tenacity if he wasn’t SUCH AN ASSHOLE.

The cops try to run Rambo and the truck of the road, and he plays the UNO Reverse Card on them instead. And I’m pretty sure at this point…

...that old Johnny boy’s just killed some cops. So, yeah, now there’s a bigger problem. He powers through the State Police blockade like it was a banner blocking a football team, stops at a gas station, grabs the gun from the car, and LIGHTS ALL OF THAT SHIT ON FIRE! Destroying the livelihood of an individual who had nothing to do with this.

Yeah, Rambo’s starting to turn from innocent acting in self-defense to public menace REAL quick. And yeah, it’s King Shit Cop’s fault entirely...but, yeah, Johnny needs some help, because he’s losing the train at this point. But, not to be outdone, King Shit Cop is also beginning to lose it, and it’s definitely beginning to seem like only one of them is going to come out of this alive. And the Colonel tries to give him an out, but King Shit Cop’s prepared to go down with the ship that he blew a hole in in the first place. Like an asshole.

But here we go, the finale. John Rambo vs. King Shit Cop (whose name, by the way, is Will Teasle. I just like Rambo’s name for him better). KSC’s on the roof, Rambo’s on the street. Rambo causes more property damage, possibly because banks also give him PTSD (I joke, but PTSD is no laughing matter, John clearly needs help), and then finds his way to a store that has just all of the ammo a psychologically-damaged Vietnam War veteran on a revenge quest could ever need.

And then he BLOWS. THAT. SHIT. UP.

And he does this...ALL of this...just to lure KSC out of hiding. This man DESTROYS A TOWN because this idiot, sociopathic, unhinged, King Shit Cop, won’t just STAND. THE FUCK. DOWN ALREADY.

Rambo enters the police station, where KSC is on the roof. And, like the Colonel and the rest of us guessed, KSC gets shot in the process. And as Rambo stands over KSC, the Colonel finally shows up and does what literally everybody else should have done.

Talk. He just...talks to Rambo. He talks to this mentally ill man, and that mentally ill man responds, espousing his pure anger at the war, the public, protesters, work, the country, the town, himself...everyone. And goddamn, is that shit palpable.

This man can no longer fit in the world that he was forced to leave, and forced to return to. This poor, poor, poor man. It hurts. And it sucks. And he pours his heart out to the Colonel, and to us, and...you feel it. You feel his trauma, you feel his pain. You feel the aftermath of war. And it’s been seven years at this point for the Colonel, but no time for John. Not Rambo. John. And it’s just...never over.

Damn. Goddamn.

This...this is one hell of a good movie. And not just a good action movie, either. A damn good movie.

And that’s it. That’s First Blood.

[thistreasurehunter]

And Blows Again

A/N: Set in the After the Rain timeline (1 - After the Rain; 2 - Testing the Waters; 3 - Reflection; 4 - Comes the Rainbow; 5 - And So the Wind Blows; 6 - And Blows Again). All characters are aged 18+.

Summary: JJ and Pope have a bit of time to kill, so they head over to Pope’s house for a bit of fun and also end up having a couple of important conversations. Or: The One Where Pope Goes Down On JJ For the First Time)

Requested: Yes, by multiple anons.

Genre: Smut (with a dusting of fluff, a sprinkle of humor and a heap of slightly awkward but realistic couples-chat)

Word length: 2.6k

Warning: Adult content – including explicit descriptions of an M/M sexual relationship. (Over 18s only please.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Outer Banks characters or settings.

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Pope didn’t have to wait long to try it.

He had just finished a delivery run for his dad when JJ text him letting him know he’d just come off his shift at the country club. They were both due to meet up with John B, Kie and Sarah at The Wreck later that afternoon, but they had a good couple of hours to kill before then, so Pope suggested they meet at his house.

JJ was sitting on the doorstep when Pope arrived.

“Hey, man.” JJ smiled.

“Hey,” Pope smiled a little shyly, the memory of shaking and pulsing and releasing himself into JJ’s mouth floating to the front of his mind. Pope blushed slightly and JJ grinned, guessing what he was thinking.

Pope opened the door and let them in.

As soon as they were inside, Pope pushed JJ back against the closed door and brought their lips together in a proper greeting, one hand resting on JJ’s cheek, the other settling on his waist. JJ’s arms circled Pope and pulled him even closer. They both leaned into the moment, enjoying the intimacy, the warm and the other’s proximity after their short time apart.

“Hi,” Pope breathed when they finally pulled back.

“Hi yourself,” JJ smiled. “I take it your parents are out.”

Pope hummed assent, playing with the stray hairs at the nape of JJ’s neck.

“Hmmm,” JJ said. “Empty house, no parents, nowhere we need to be for a while… whatever could we do to occupy ourselves?”

“We could watch a movie,” Pope suggested with a smirk.

“Unless you’re suggesting we watch porn together, I reckon I could top that idea,” JJ chuckled.

“Well, I wasn’t…” Pope said. “But that’s an idea. We should definitely revisit that later.”

JJ’s eyes flashed and he raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Pope said decisively.

“Cool.” JJ grinned. “I’m down for that.”

“To be honest, though,” Pope’s fingers continued to play with JJ’s hair. “I’m down for something else first.” JJ’s gaze flicked between Pope’s eyes and his mouth.

“Specifically,” Pope carried on, “I’m down for going down first.” JJ’s eyes flashed again.

“You sure?” He asked. “There’s no pressure, you know. What we did yesterday… I mean, no pressure to reciprocate if you’re not ready yet.”

“I am ready,” Pope smiled. “And I am sure. I mean, hands up, I’ll have zero technique. But I’m a fast learner.”

“Hell, yeah!” JJ grinned.

Pope turned to head up to his room, but JJ held on and pulled him back.

“Look, Pope,” he said earnestly. Pope quirked his head, his heart starting to thump loudly at the serious tone to JJ’s voice.

“What?” Pope prompted nervously.

“Well,” JJ cleared his throat. “Well I suppose it would be a good time for me to mention… I know you haven’t been with anyone else. And I know that you know I have. Well, I’ve never done anything unprotected that would risk pregnancy, but, umm, I have done other stuff. Unprotected, I mean. But then when we got together, I didn’t like the idea – at some point down the line – of maybe, possibly, putting you at risk at all. So, what I’m saying – very badly, I know – is that after we got together, I went and got myself tested. Just to be absolutely sure. And it all came back fine. Completely clean. So, yeah, I just wanted to you know that. But I’m also totally okay with us using condoms or whatever if you’d prefer. Like, it’s all cool, man. But yeah. I just thought… that was information you should have. So, yeah…” JJ trailed off.

Pope smiled and brought both hands up to cup JJ’s face. “Thank you for telling me,” he said looking deep into JJ’s eyes. “And thank you for doing that. It is good to know.” He kissed JJ softly. “And as for the condoms thing, I agree – absolutely on board if you want to. But also, from my point of view… we’re exclusive, and I like the idea of being as close to you as physically possible. Skin to skin. So, personally, I vote bareback.”

JJ groaned and gazed back into Pope’s eyes. “I’m so gone on you, you know? Like, seriously, how did you turn my awkward conversation about STIs into something so damn sexy?”

Pope smiled, “Just remember that thought when we’re upstairs and I’m gagging and coughing and spluttering.”

JJ laughed, “Come on then, let’s go up so you can go down!”

Pope smiled again, shaking his head and followed JJ upstairs and into his room.

“Do you want me to get you off first?” JJ asked matter-of-factly, toeing off his shoes and pulling his tee over his head.

“No thanks,” Pope replied, stripping out of his own clothes. “I think I want to do you first.”

“Okay,” JJ said. “Any preferences on position?”

Pope paused, thinking. “Maybe if you sat on the edge of the bed?”

“Okay,” JJ said, unzipping his shorts and letting them drop to the floor, followed immediately by his underwear.

As Pope pulled off his own shorts, he smiled at the sight of JJ before him, slim and muscular and manly, but also exposed and vulnerable. His cock was soft and small between his legs, bouncing slightly when he moved.

JJ caught the direction of his gaze and rolled his eyes, smiling. “Not judging me are you Heyward? By now you should know I’m a grower.” He lazily started pulling on it.

“Hey, don’t. Let me.” Pope said, stripping off his own boxers unceremoniously and moving over to JJ.

JJ let go and allowed himself to be pushed back to a seated position on the edge of the bed. Pope started to kneel, but JJ stopped him. “Wait. Here,” he said, reaching over and grabbing a pillow and putting it on the floor between his spread legs. “For your knees.”

“Such a gentleman,” Pope joked.

Pope got down on his knees in front of JJ, running his hands along the inside of JJ’s thighs. JJ shifted slightly and spread his legs a little more, then leaned back, arms straight, propping himself up in a reclining position.

“Comfortable?” Pope asked.

“Yes,” JJ replied. “You comfortable?”

“Pretty comfortable.” Pope confirmed. He paused, then said, “Well, naked? Check! In position? Check! Individual comfort levels established? Check! I mean, by textbook standards we’re off to a great start.” JJ snorted.

“Now to move onto step four: get him hard.” Pope smiled, “Okay then. Here we go…”

Pope could hear JJ chuckling quietly above him as Pope leaned forwards and took JJ’s soft cock into his mouth. The quiet laughing stopped, and Pope heard JJ suck in a breath.

“Oh, that’s nice…” JJ said. “Um, yeah, that’ll work for step four.”

Pope’s eyes crinkled in a smile as he sucked lightly and laved his tongue over JJ’s delicate skin. He could feel JJ’s cock starting to get hard in his mouth. As it swelled, Pope started letting it slide out of his mouth, and he began slowly massaging the shaft as he continued to work the head with his tongue.

“Step four, check,” JJ sighed above him.

Pope pulled off, smiling, and gave JJ’s length a couple of firm pulls to tease him into peak stiffness.

“Just tell me when, okay?” He said, and JJ nodded.

“Course.”

Then Pope lowered his head back down and began running his tongue up the length of the shaft.

“Oh, Pope,” JJ sighed. “That feels so good, man.”

Pope continued to work his tongue, following the ridges and grooves of veins, flicking teasingly over the sensitive inverted V just under the head, pressing a kiss to the tip then swirling his tongue around the head. JJ grunted.

Pope took a deep breath, then took JJ into his mouth. JJ had been right; it was a stretch. And it was different to anything he’d done before. JJ grunted above him again.

“Pope,” he whispered tenderly, and Pope’s heart clenched, and he felt something rush over him – a desire to give, a desire to please, a desire to make this man feel absolutely amazing. He sucked and started bobbing his head. JJ moaned his name again. It was a bit awkward at first. Pope was still trying to work out when to breathe, how far he could go down without triggering his gag reflex, when to swallow so he didn’t choke on the mix of saliva and precum. He was also so conscious of not letting his teeth catch JJ accidentally.

JJ grunted and moaned above him, one hand stroking over the back of Pope’s head, praise falling from his lips. Pope continued to bob and suck, pulling off a couple of times to swallow and catch his breath, before going straight back. At one point, he let his teeth rest ever so lightly against JJ’s skin and he felt JJ tense. But Pope pulled his head up, ever so slowly, and the slow, gentle scrape of Pope’s teeth over his hard, sensitive flesh made JJ gasp and arch.

“Pope,” JJ practically growled. Pope hummed and continued sucking.

“Pope,” JJ said more urgently. “I’m close.”

Pope hummed again and kept going, faster than before. One hand worked JJ’s shaft and the other played with his balls.

“Fuck!” JJ cried. “Fuck! Pope! I’m cumming!” Pope felt JJ tense, his balls retracting and then something hot shoot directly down his throat. He pulled back, swallowing and spluttering, cum dribbling onto his chin. He then went back to sucking the head, and swallowing down as much as he could, as JJ trembled and pulsed under his touch.

When he finally felt JJ relax, Pope pulled off and wiped his face with his hand. JJ slumped, grinning down at him in a glowy haze of pleasure.

Pope pressed a kiss into JJ’s skin, then rested his face against the inside of JJ’s thigh looking up at him. Pope’s mind buzzed with happiness, and he felt warm and content.

“And you thought you’d have no technique,” JJ said after a moment.

“And you thought I was just being cute with those stages,” Pope grinned back.

“What do you mean?” JJ crinkled his eyebrows.

“Well…” Pope said, getting up and joining JJ on the bed. “Paraphrasing, those stages were a variation on some stuff I found in a bunch of ‘How to’ guides.” JJ raised an eyebrow. “How to go down on your man…” Pope continued, listing off on his fingers. “How to drive him crazy with your mouth… How to give oral like a pro… Ten things he loves in bed but won’t tell you… Oh, and the classic: How to give head so good you suck his brains out through his dick…” JJ barked a laugh.

“No way! You didn’t!”

“Yes, way. I did.” Pope chuckled. “Turns out women’s magazines write about this a lot. I mean, a lot.”

“Oh my God,” JJ shoulders shook as he tried to contain his laughter. “I’m imagining you with a stack of Cosmos hidden under your bed, reading them secretly at night under your sheets…. Like some horrific parody of indulging in dirty mags…”

“Sorry to disappoint, but everything’s online now,” Pope grinned. “But if it helps, there were a couple of times when my mum came into my room while I was reading them, so I shut those tabs pretty sharpish! She probably thought I was watching porn.”

“That’s priceless,” JJ wheezed. Pope looked fondly at JJ’s face scrunched in mirth: twinkly eyes, floppy hair, wide smile, cute pointy teeth.

“So,” JJ said catching his breath. “Was there anything useful in them?”

“Not much,” Pope huffed. “They were really aimed at readers who didn’t possess the same equipment.”

“What were the ten things he wouldn’t tell her that he loved?” JJ asked.

“Oh, I can’t remember,” Pope said. “Probably a list of generic kinks that they’d just strung together to try to sell magazines.”

“Well, I promise I’ll always tell you what I love,” JJ grinned. “Otherwise, what’s the fun in that? You might never have known that the way you pull my hair makes my cock twitch. And then you might not do it as much.”

“Same,” Pope agreed. “Just like you wouldn’t know that my nipples are particularly sensitive and when you suck them it’s like there’s a line of pleasure straight from them to my cock.”

“You mean like this…?” JJ pushed Pope onto his back and attached his lips to Pope’s hardened nubs.

“Yep, just like that,” Pope sighed as he lay back and let JJ work the magic of his mouth over his body.

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Later – after JJ had reduced Pope to a trembling puddle of pleasure and nerve endings, and they were walking over to meet the others at The Wreck – JJ said matter-of-factly, “Have you ever tried any butt stuff?”

Pope choked and glanced around the street, checking to see if they’d been overheard.

“No,” he whispered. “No anal experience. Obviously. Why? Have you?”

“Not really” JJ said in his regular voice.

“What do you mean, not really?” Pope squinted over at him.

“Well, not with anyone else.” JJ answered. “But I have tried sticking my finger up my bum while I was having a wank a couple of times.”

Pope choked again.

“J!” He whispered. “Keep your voice down!”

“Oh, no one’s listening. And nobody cares anyway.” JJ looked over at him as they walked. “So?” he said, “Thoughts?”

“Can’t actually say that surprises me much,” Pope admitted and JJ grinned.

“And you’re saying,” JJ asked. “As someone who’s interested in guys, that you’ve never tried it?”

“No,” said Pope again.

“Have you at least thought about it?” JJ asked.

“Well…” Pope admitted. “Of course I’ve thought about it in general. And, yeah, I have thought about trying… that… But, I dunno… there is a certain ick factor.”

“Yeah,” JJ wrinkled his nose. “How should I put this delicately for your sensitive, out-in-public ears…? I think it’s definitely better if you’re… prepared. And also, for the record, spit really isn’t good enough.”

Pope hummed, thinking.

“So,” JJ said tentatively. “Do you think that might be something you’d be interested in exploring at some point?”

“Yeah,” Pope nodded. “For sure.”

JJ looked over at him quickly and Pope caught his eye and smiled. “You might have to read a few more of those articles,” JJ teased, and Pope laughed.

“On a practical note,” Pope said, “there are probably a few things we should pick up. Lube for a start. Just to have for whenever we’re ready. Don’t laugh, but I might actually do a bit of reading about this. Maybe from slightly more reliable sources this time though.” JJ smiled.

“Well if you make me a list I’ll sort it.”

“For the record, J, when I say ‘pick up’, I actually mean buy.”

“Oh,” JJ huffed.

Pope shook his head in amusement.

They were approaching The Wreck now, but just as they were turning up the slope to the door, Pope turned to JJ.

“What does it feel like?”

“Bit weird, to be honest,” JJ said. “There’s pressure. It’s hard to get it in at first. I don’t think it’s the best angle when you’re trying to do it to yourself. Trying it in the shower is a good idea from the point of view of clean up. But it’s also slippery. Particularly if you get a bit… carried away.” Pope groaned and JJ grinned. “Just don’t tell John B that’s how I broke his shower door!”

Pope’s eyes went wide and JJ winked at him and pulled open the front door, raised his hand in greeting and bounded over to their friends, a ball of light and energy and slightly chaotic enthusiasm. And Pope followed, helplessly pulled along in his wake. He knew he was powerless to fight it, but also knew he wouldn’t want to, even if he could.

[mychemicalficrecs]

Coffee shop au or restaurant au?

Sure! I didn't try to make this Frank/Gerard only, but it did kind of end up like it...

Coffee Shop and Restaurant AUs

Buy Handmade by jjtaylor, Frank/Gerard, 40k, Mature. He knows something else is going to happen; his life isn't always going to be this. He just doesn't know what has to happen for that change to come, for him to wake up and become an artist with an Etsy page and a home studio, and to never have to see a cubicle again.

A Latte and a Cookie by mistresscurvy, Frank/Gerard, 3k, Explicit. The first half a dozen or so times that Gerard stops by the Starbucks closest to SVA, he's so desperate to get the caffeine into his system he doesn't even notice the guy behind the counter. Nor does he pay much attention to the fact that his cup seems to magically refill itself a couple of times while he's hunched over one of the tables and drawing steadily, his headphones on. He's busy, okay — his winter project is due in less than six weeks, and he is screwed. Royally, completely and without question. The cookies, though. The cookies he notices. He just doesn't know what the fuck they mean.

Pleathermouth Vegan Cafe by jedusaur, Frank/Gerard, 6k, Mature. Pleathermouth Vegan Cafe, says the sign in front of the next place on Gerard's job-seeking list, and he decides that it may be prudent to finish his cheeseburger before entering.

Vanilla Chai by frerarcl, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank loves his job for a few reasons: free coffee, he gets to pick what music plays, his salary isn't shit. Oh, and not to mention that hot guy who keeps coming in who created a cartoon. That guy's the best part.

Click by gerardtouchedthebutt, Frank/Gerard, 7k, Explicit. Frank looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. “I missed that... That click you need to get with some people you know?” Gerard nodded and smiled a little. “I know what you mean about that click. That’s really important to feel if it’s gonna work I guess.”

Thank You for the Coffee by AnnieMallistic, Frank/Gerard, 20k, Mature. It's 1999, Gerard Way's final year at college, and he's hurriedly trying to finish up all of his art assignments, searching for somewhere he can concentrate to do his work. That place ends up being a cafe in which Frank Iero is working, trying to rebuild his bank account after his dreams fell apart and left him both broke and directionless.

#168- Push a raisin into the center of someone's cream-filled donut by orphan_account, Frank/Gerard, 1k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank works at a coffee shop and Gerard is his new co-worker.

Foam Heart by lovebashed, Frank/Gerard, 1k, General Audiences. Frank and Gerard flirt over coffee.

Lighter by arainbowofsorts, Frank/Gerard, 13k [WIP], Not Rated. You can't blame Gerard for his lack of sociability. It wasn't his fault, really. Anyone who knew him personally could agree with sensible certainty that Gerard Way gets lost. Truly, he gets lost in the routine of his life, as comfortable and as familiar as the back of his hand. Strangely enough, it only takes one person, a person who had always really been there slipping under Gerard's radar, to break his trance irreversibly. That person is named Frank.

Coffee's For Closers by KobraKid4life, Frank/Gerard, 1k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frerard coffeeshop AU. It's supposed to be fluffy and stuff so enjoy ...

Gold Sharpie Promise by phylocalist, Frank/Gerard, 20k, Explicit. The Starbucks just down the street of Gerard's apartment is no strange place to him, neither is the people that work there. Apparently, though, he is a stranger to their barista, who always keeps getting his fucking name wrong. or The tale of the freelance artist that spends 99% of his time at Starbucks, the barista he hates, and how he stops hating him.

A Grande Frappe-Fuck Me? by fvckmefrankie, Frank/Gerard, 3k, Explicit. Okay, this had to have been the prettiest guy Frank had ever seen and he immediately wanted to get on his knees for him.

What the fuck, Mikey by the_big_pie_number1, Frank/Gerard, 2k, General Audiences. Gerard hated that fucking coffee place. He hated that the coffee was so rich and refined, he hated that the cakes and pastries were freshly made and tasted absolutely divine, he hated how the shop always made his clothes smell like coffee, he hated that whenever he was in it was almost always quiet and peaceful, and he especially hated -- nay, loathed the beautiful, perfect, tattoo covered barista, who always knew exactly how Gerard liked his coffee.

sweet tooth by etselec, Frank/Gerard, 3k, General Audiences. “Dude, who the fuck is that?” “What?” Mikey asked, pumping caramel messily into a cup. Gerard sighed, grabbing the mug from Mikey and finishing the rest of the order. He clamped a top over the cup and handed it to the customer. “That guy I just served over there. He was hot.” Mikey craned his neck to look over the counter. “You mean Mr. Hand Tattoos over there?”

Coffee is Better With You by za112, Frank/Gerard, 7k [WIP], Explicit. Gerard is a barista who hates his job, but continues to do it to support his five year old daughter and see the regulars that make his day better. Frank is in a band with no responsibilities, looking to settle down. This summary sucks but I'm trying to motivate myself to keep writing this thing, so like read and I'll give you chapters.

In the Chair by the Window by xobands, Frank/Gerard, 6k, Not Rated. Today your barista is: 1. Hella fucking gay 2. Desperately single. For your drink today I recommend: You give me your number.

Coffee Flavored Kisses by three_cheers_for_sweet_frerard, Frank/Gerard, 8k, Explicit. Frank knows this boy. Okay, so ‘knows’ is too strong - he goes to the same coffee shop as this boy, and maybe Frank stares at him just a little too much. A lot. Frank stares at this boy a lot.

There Is Just One Thing I Need by Honestmouse, Ray/Mikey, 13k, Teen And Up Audiences. Just a short, sweet one shot about Mikey Way and Christmas time. Except wait, life isn't exactly a Hallmark movie. Mikey could tell you that first hand. Life isn't just kisses in the falling snow and sugary sweets. Sometimes, your gift on Christmas isn't the newest band merch or a nice gift card. Sometimes... sometimes that gift is a person.

Pull by falter, Frank/Gerard, 7k, Not Rated. College is a hell of a lot easier with a steady supply of decent coffee. Too bad that's not what Frank's getting.

Better Latte Than Never by suicider00m, Frank/Gerard, 1k, Not Rated. Gerard drinks too much coffee (not that Frank is complaining).

The Happy Barista by obsessivechild, Frank/Gerard, 3k, General Audiences. A positive attracts a negative.

Concert lights by Rockysucks05, Frank/Gerard, 4k [WIP], Teen And Up Audiences. Frank Iero works at the Way restaurant with his friend Ray. He works the Way's party for the first time and meets his friend, Mikey's brother who wants to start a band.

Catch Me When I Fall by BasementVampire, Frank/Gerard, 1k, Explicit. Restaurants aren't always the safest working environment, and Frank and Gerard learn that firsthand.

PRINCESS by cellphonecharm_au, Frank/Gerard, 17k [WIP], Explicit. Some people have skeletons in their closets. Some people have multidimensional parasitic ghosts in their closets. The rumor mill has chewed Frank up and spat him back out, and even though Gerard's got some ideas, he's not going to ask about the bruises, or the bleeding, or the unidentifiable pills Frank is taking, or even the gun he sometimes keeps under his pillow. He'll wait for Frank to bring it up.

Milkshake by destroya_ah_ah, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Explicit. “Ew, how did it get on here?” Frank complained, peeling his shirt away from his front with a huge line of shake down the centre. “Do you mind doing this too?” He asked, still pressing the damp cloth just above the knee of his jeans.

[lust-bts]

Fucjing coworker Jungkook after a night of drinking at a bar🥺👉👈

Lemme wipe up this drool first 🤤 (edit: this got loooong)

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“And another one bites the dust,” Jungkook chuckled as your beer bottles clinked are the dingy bar.

“They sure do, it’s good to finally be done with that case,” you vented, taking a long sip from your glass bottle.

“Tell me about it, but you finding that bank transaction and the ATM footage? That sealed it for the asshole. Looks like the student has finally become the master,” you rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder.

You had started working at the precinct with Jungkook little over a year ago and he had quickly become your mentor, since, despite his age, he was by far one of the precincts most valuable detectives. You had always admired him greatly and while he did teach you to question everything tenfold there had always been times you had blown him out of the water with your own knowledge.

“You did most of the work, I swear I thought he almost got away when we closed in on him but you got him, it’s like watching an action movie first hand,” you smiled admirably toward him and he scrunched his face up with a smile.

“Ah, life’s a movie with you in it too,” he teased, lifting your chin just a little higher with his index finger.

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“Do you wanna come in for a drink? I got tomorrow off,” you stopped at your front door, key in hand after unlocking the bolt. Glancing up and down the dark street Jungkook looked back with an unassuming smile.

“Sure, one more couldn’t hurt,” at that you opened the door wide, leading Jungkook in and leaving him to close the door behind you.

It was sometime into your second glasses of red wine while sat curled up on the sofa going through videos on your phones from your work familie’s antics that you and Jungkook had managed to close the space between you.

“Oh my god. I wonder how those two live outside of work, sometimes, you know?” You laughed, still staring at the still image of Jimin and Taehyung, eyes locked across the desk with ping-pong balls in their mouths; ready to try to fire them at each other’s face.

“I like to think they run all their energy down on shift and just sleep at home so that they don’t hurt themselves,” Jungkook chuckled moving to slip his phone into his back pocket, but he did so without realizing exactly where you held your half-full wine glass and the results of him elbowing the stem had ox-blood liquid spilling over your white t-shirt. “Oh, shit!”

You froze while he took the glass from you and left it on the coffee table, he was out of his seat in a second and then rushing back with a damp cloth from the kitchen. You just giggled at the mess while he tried to clean it. Though, even you knew it was useless and all that you were getting from it was a soaked chest.

“Why are you laughing? I ruined your top, I’m really sorry, I’ll pay for a new one,” he apologized and you stopped his hand, keeping the cloth to your chest while you caught your breath.

“You’re getting me wet, Kook,” you told him and he blinked wildly, withdrawing his hand and clearing his throat.

“Sorry,” he mumbled and you shook your head, peeling the shirt off and using the back to pat your chest dry. You still had a black tank top underneath so you felt comfortable enough to go without the garment.

“It’s fine, now pass my glass I wasn’t done,” you nodded and he replaced the cloth with the item you’d requested, only turning to look at you so he could be more careful this time but what he hadn’t expected to see was your breasts so much on display. Your bra held you up nicely, giving Jungkook a decent view of your cleavage and it made him need to wet his lips. “Jungkook?” You whispered, now feeling small under his predatory gaze.

“Yeah?” He whispered, dragging his eyes from the slight shine still on your skin to your sparkling eyes.

“My drink,” you croaked, the air suddenly felt thick and in your haze the only thing you knew how to ask for without stepping out of line was for that damn mouthful of red wine in your glass but at the mention of it Jungkook angled his head in its direction.

“Come here,” he demanded and you nodded, pushing yourself up so your back was once again straight and you could no longer lean on your side into the back of the sofa. “Open your mouth,” he continued and your tongue peaked out first to lick your lips before they parted.

Your eyes fell closed involuntarily when his large hand slipped through your locks, cupping your neck to angle your head just right and then he was lifting the glass to your lips; slowly pouring the last of the liquid into your mouth. A drop fell from the corner of your mouth when he took the glass away and you could see his eyes darken before he closed in, using the tip of his tongue to trace the trail it left behind before his lips found yours and the screaming inside your head stopped.

You reached out desperately for his arms, chest, shoulders, neck. Anything you could get your hands on until they became firmly nestled in his hair, fisting the silken locks to keep him close to you.

“Fuck, Jungkook, please touch me,” you begged, moving his hands to the hem of your tank top.

“Mm, you sound so desperate when you’re horny,” he hummed before taking off your tank top and throwing it elsewhere. “Take off your jeans too,” he lifted his chin and you followed his orders while he mirrored them, undressing completely and doing it shamelessly, like he knew you’d drool over his body like you were now.

“I wanna ride you,” you told him and in a moments notice he had lifted you and sat you on his lap with your knees either side of his slim waist.

“Can’t say no to that, but put this on,” he told you, laying his white button up shirt over your shoulders so you could slip your arms through the sleeves. “I always imagined you wearing my shirt when I fucked you but I couldn’t have guessed it would look this good.”

“You’ve thought about fucking me?” You questioned and he smirked, bringing you up to his length to then slowly force you to take it though that wasn’t much of a problem thanks to how wet you were from the little foreplay you had.

“Like you haven’t, I think I have your ‘fuck me’ eyes committed to memory,” he gloated and you moaned while he made you slowly bounce up and down on him.

“I can’t help it sometimes, it’s hot when you’re so confident at work,” you admitted and for it Jungkook nipped at your neck.

“You should have told me, I could have taken you to the back of the evidence locker and taken care of you,” he slapped your ass, grabbing it immediately afterwards so that he could guide how deep he reached.

“You’re here now, I like how things have worked out,” you panted, dropping your head to his shoulder before you moved in for a kiss instead.

His arms looped tightly around your body, keeping you close to him while he thrust up into you hard and fast. Your moans and hiccups were like a drug in Jungkook’s veins and in his quest to keep hearing them from you he brought you to an explosive orgasm; making your squirt over him.

“Fuck, you are even better than I imagined,” he growled, sucking on your lip before pulling out and coming on your lower back. “Let’s go have a shower so I can fuck you in there too,” he enthused and your heart sped up at the idea of a round two.