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i've always found it easy to talk about my personal shit in therapy and small groups or whatever, places that seem like they're expecting me to be vulnerable, but CHRIST it is so much fucking harder to actually be vulnerable
#i am so good at saying things that are personal and intimate but don't actually put me in an unsafe position!#people mistake this for composure sometimes and accurately recognize it as just being an oversharer other times#the truth is i use those things to explain my behavior without ever having to be direct about my feelings#i hide my actual self and feelings from myself and others within the maze of therapy speak#even now i'm avoiding doing anything about the things i'm actually worried about with the people i care about#i need to be honest with r about my doubts and soren about my questions and e about my reservations and t about my dissatisfaction#need to be honest with d about my whole agenda w him and my parents about. a whole bunch of stuff#but like. that's hard. what if they find out they've been hurting me or i find out i've been hurting them#telling some rando you never intend to so much as invite over that you're afraid you're unlovable in the eyes of God or whatever is nothing#although usually a false intimacy and probably a bad idea in the long run#telling your gf that you're not there yet when she says i love you? asking your bestie if they're happy their partner proposed?#when you think the answer might be no and you have an unstated personal opinion on it?#rather attend 999999 more christian small groups with negligible real risk than open myself up to the possibility of hurting or getting hurt#i'm going to give it my best shot but CHRIST
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"for fuck's sake, is there not a single goddamn radio station out here?"
something, anything to take your mind off the fact that you just did that shit to her.
"finally... that's better..."
yeah, better than having to drive in silence. nothing but your own sick twisted thoughts and "recent memories" bouncing around your brain like a ping pong ball.
đ» you are now tuning in to 96.5 WKLH, Milwaukee's Hometown Rock! đ»
thank god you brought an extra valium. you wouldn't even dare hum in front of a woman, let alone croon some radio rock to this bitch with her mouth taped shut in the back seat. but no worries, she's knocked out in the trunk, all wrapped up like a pretty little christmas gift. giving her that dose wasn't easy, but it was worth it. now you can just sit back, relax, and sing along to the soothing sounds of...
đ¶ and i was standin' on the side of the road, rain pourin' on my shoe! đ¶
ugh, christ. really? bob dylan? like you'd know any of the lyrics to that shit. that voice could wake george washington from his grave it's so grating. but again, better than silence, right?
đ¶ heading out for the east coast, lord knows i've paid my dues, getting through... đ¶
alright, 45 minute drive, you got this. just listen to the guitar, the drums, that's the best part of music anyways right? just gotta pay atte-... SHIT.
đ¶ TANGLED UP IN BLUE... đ¶
and red... what the fuck, why is there a cop pulling you over? your belt's buckled, the car is registered... is there blood? did you smear her blood on the trunk i swear to god... okay he's coming over, just roll down the window and act cool...
"evening sir. do you know why i pulled you over by chance?"
"no sir, was i going over the speed limit?"
"nnnnope, not the reason... license and registration please?"
then what the fuck is he pulling you over for!? this better not just be some power tripping bullshit. not like he has any reason to pull you over if you were going 40 in the 35... not like there's an unconscious, beaten, half naked woman in the back of your sedan or anythi-
"your taillight is busted. don't worry i'm not gonna be a dickhead and get your shit towed. it's late anyways, you look exhausted, i don't wanna have to do all that paperwork. i'm just gonna write you a ticket, pay the fine in court on the written date alright pal?"
of course she cracked the taillight, that dumb cunt wouldn't stop thrashing around.
"fuck, i didn't even see that. my apologies officer."
"no problem, have a good ni-"
BANG!
fuck...
"...sir? i'm gonna need you to get out of the vehicle... and open the trunk of your ca-"
BANG!
this stupid fucking bitch oh my god this stupid brainless fucking cunt WHY DID SHE THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA AS IF THAT WOULD GET HER OUT OF IT AS IF... okay... okay... okay, get your fucking shit together dude, get it together... get it together... oh to hell with getting it together you just shot a fucking cop in the head you are so unbelievably fucked they're gonna bury you under the prison.
"where are my keys where are my FUCKING KEYS!!!"
they're in the ignition you moron now turn the engine and DRIVE.
"fuck... fuck... oh my god... oh my god i fucking killed him... i fucking killed that motherfucker... oh my god..."
just drive. radio back on. like nothing happened. like his blood isn't on your hands. you just have to wash them clean now. and you need to make sure she never, ever tries to escape again.
volume up... juuuust driveeeee...
đ¶ TANGLED UP IN BLUEEEE! đ¶
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Balls in Laundry Baskets: An Apology
Rating: Teen and Up CW: Bitchy/Mean Steve Harrington, Mean Eddie Munson (Both Briefly and For Good Reason) Tags: Post Season 4, Post Canon, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Arguing, Steve Harrington & Lucas Sinclair Friendship, Eddie Munson Gets Put in His Place, Lucas Sinclair is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Protective Steve Harrington, Emotionally Hurt Lucas Sinclair, Emotionally Hurt Steve Harrington, Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Means Well He's Just Defensive, Hurt People Hurt Others
This is chapter one, which also includes the first two pages that I already posted. Please keep your expectations low, as I'm still working on the second and final chapter.
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đâââââđ âSo, you and Eddie, huh?â
Steve startles at the sound of a voice, deep and hushed, from where heâs been waiting in Hawkins Highâs parking lot. Hellfire was supposed to be out by nowâ6:50pm if his watch is correctâitâs their first time back since March and it would be cordial. But it seems that only Lucas got that memo.
âJesus Christ, Sinclair!â He yelps. Holds his right palm flat against his chest, trying his best to rescind the spike of panic that is crawling through him. âI thought I told you to quit doing that,â he harshly whispers, rubbing his palm against his shirt. The scratchy material of his polo a balm against his nerves.
âSorry,â Lucas sheepishly murmurs. Speaking at a normal volume, he asks again, âSo, you and Eddie?â
He rolls his eyes. âWhat about me and Eddie? Canât I just hang out with the guy without being pestered?â
Lucas shrugs. âYou can do whatever you want,â he states, but Steve can already tell thereâs somehow more. âBut I didnât think you two would beâŠbuddies. Considering how he feels about, yâknow, sports and whatever.â
For a moment, Steve considers Lucasâs approach. His fidgeting hands and his slightly closed off eyes. The hunch to his shoulders and the general unease that accompanies talking about Eddie. Which, thatâs particularly odd. Arenât they buddies, Steve questions himself. Wrapped up in the Hellfire club, their mutual interest in Dungeons & Dragons, the ragtag group of nerds that they areâall of that is perfect for their oddball friendship, at least Steve thought so.
âWhatâs wrong with you and Eddie?â Steve asks, beating around the bush. He doesnât do cryptic. And he especially doesnât do it with somebody like Lucas, a kid already smarter than him by several margins.
There isnât an answer right away. But Lucasâs shoulders drop. His eyes go from frustrated toâŠsad. âRemember my championship game?â He asks, though it seems a bit much of a topic change. What does this have to do with Eddie, Steve has to wonder.
âWell, yeah,â he answers instead, âI was there. Had a pathetic date with a girl I hardly enjoyed being around. Mocked Tammy Thompson with Robin. Watched you get that winning shot. It was a, genuinely, awesome championship game.â And thatâs the truth. Itâs the best one heâs ever witnessed. Which is saying something, considering heâd played several championship games. All of them, though, were major losses. Heâll take those to the grave with him, with how often his previous basketball teams teased him.
Lucas gives a harsh single nod, a small smile that whisks away as soon as it appears. âRight,â he mutters, âI remember.â He leans against the Beemerâs bumper, shoulder brushing with Steveâs. Looks forlorn towards the high schoolâs doors, where Eddie and the rest of the Hellfire bunch should be spilling out any moment now. Steve looks on with him. Listens as Lucasâs voice drops low, nearly angry, fully spiteful, âI begged Dustin and Mike to talk to Eddie about my game. To see if the Hellfire campaignâwhich would be happening the same nightâcould be moved. And I, look, I understand that D&D means a lot to all of them, it means something to me, too. But I was really hoping to see my friends there. If not my friends, then at least Erica.
âThey didnât move the campaign,â he states so bitter, Steve tastes the words on his own tongue, âapparently a game where youâre shooting âballs into laundry basketsâ is tooâŠmainstream and norm-ie for Eddie. He refused to move his precious game. Then, get this, instead of getting some random kid to play, they egged Erica in.â Lucas drags his eyes away from the school, head turning slow to look at Steve. He follows suit, eyeing Lucas back. His stomach churns with the vitriol painting itself unsubtly across Lucasâs face. âColor me surprised, I guess, that heâs going out with a jock,â he states, voice carefully blank of anything.
Steve stares on at him. He didnât know this was the case at all. Remembers getting the phone call about Dustin wanting him to play, but he figured that had something to do with him bugging Steve for the millionth time. Because that was something Dustin wanted. For Steve to play. And, granted, Steve refused because it was too nerdyâunimportant and embarrassing. Yet, now heâs looking into Lucasâs face. Where hurt etches itself like solid lines of chiseled marble. Being told, instead, that Eddieâs holding his own bias.
Maybe he hasnât removed his biases towards high school nerds, not completely. But heâs coming undone from that mentality. Considering Nancy and Robin and EddieâDustin and Mike and Lucasâeven Max, theyâre all big nerds. They all have some sort of interest with Dungeons & Dragons or theater or video games and math. And he loves them all. Though, Steveâs never stopped to think about the opposite side of the coin. Tail-side, where balls in laundry baskets is considered taboo.
After a deep silence when Steve finally digests this information, his eyebrows furrow on their own accord. Mouth downturning into a harsh frown, one that he feels to the bottoms of his feet. He stops himself in time from balling his hands into fists, but the urge to do so snarls in him like a newly unmuzzled, wild dog. A dog, he thought, that he trained obedient away from his anger. But it seems like once the teeth are bared, they never truly hide away.
âThat ass,â Steve snarks. âWhatâso I have to reconsider all my biases surrounding nerds, reconstruct how I view everybody around me, and realize how awesome it is. AndâwhatâEddie can just get away with thatâŠbullshit? ThatâsâŠWhat the hell?â Thereâs a little bit more of a bite to his words than he had anticipated. But it really isnât fair. The table turns and heâs better for it, sure, but Eddie justâŠThatâs not fair. The dog growls louder, drool burbling in its chops, a bark forming in the back of its throat.
âThatâs what I thought,â Lucas says, âand I know, I know, that Dustin and Mike tried everything in their power. And that Eddie was the one to, yâknow, be the asshole. But I thought that maybe my friends would be on my side. That theyâd skip the game, show Eddie up. Not get my little sister involved or have fun without me orâŠI donât know.â And the way he says those last three words stings something acidic inside of Steve. Corrosion and battery acid hot and alive in his stomach. Anger reaching the surface of his skin, words crawling and resonating in his mouth.Â
The doors to the school open distantly and Lucas suddenly perks back up, blossoming from where he was wilted against Steveâs car. âDoesnât matter,â he chirps, though itâs all fake, âat least I can play with them now, which is awesome.â
But before he can stride away, to where his bike is parked and locked up, Steve snakes a hand onto Lucasâs wrist. They lock eyes again. âIâll talk to him,â Steve swears, âheâll apologize.â
âSteve, you donâtââ
âYou used sports as a means to fit in, right? Granted, popularityâs not all that cool and you know that especially now. But it was aâŠaââ He snaps his fingers, searching for the word. ââA cover, something to find security in. And you had that. And thatâs what the D&D game is to Eddie. Sports is my D&D, too.â He loosens his grip on Lucasâs arm. Neither make any sort of move. âJust because you were trying to find your people doesnât mean you can beâŠâ He chooses his next words carefully. âOstracized or outcast by those who you found safety with before. Especially when those guys orbit around each other for the same reason. Iâll talk to him,â he urges, âand he will apologize, or else.â
Lucas gives him a softened look. âThanks, Steve,â he mutters, âI wasnât looking to start anything, but I appreciate you having my back. It really means a lot.â And then he shuffles away, towards his bicycle, small chat starting up with Mike and Dustin.
When Steve turns back towards the school, Eddie is sauntering towards him. Eyes wide. Smile big and easy. Yet, his soft features are all too nauseating to Steveâs chest right now. His heart aches. If Eddie thinks of Lucasâs interests that way, what does he think of mine?
He tamps down his annoyance and anger. Because Eddie takes his hand and is looking at him as if the world belongs to the two of them. But that hurt on Lucasâs face is like a dagger impaled in his brain when Eddie greets nice and low, âHi, baby. Been thinking about you the entire time I was in there.â
Steve smiles, though it may come off as more of a grimace with how Eddie falters. âBeen thinking about you, too,â he echoes. Though, thinking positively isnât what heâs been doing, as far as anybodyâs concerned. Beat around the bush, he tells himself. He takes a steadying breath, posture straightening, demeanor changing. Says with a sour tone, âI, uh, I think we need to have a little talk in the car, if thatâs okay? Itâs not a breakup thing, but it might make youâŠsomebody might get mad and I donât want to cage you in at my house.â
âOh,â Eddie breathes. His eyes go distant very briefly. When he refocuses on Steve, something has hardened in his features. Steveâs throat goes tight. âIt canât wait until after our date night?â Thereâs a low amount of ire in his words already and Steve is momentarily caught in it. Until he lets his eyebrows scrunch down his face again, giving in to that tightness in his throat.
He sighs, annoyed already. âNo, Eddie,â he bites without meaning to. âI need to talk to you now. Iâm already upset about it and itâs not going to do me any good to just brush it off.â His hand releases from Eddieâs grip, falling heavy against his side. He turns towards his driverâs side door and stares back at where Eddie is rooted. âCome on,â he states lowly, âyou were the one to tell me to talk about the shit thatâs bothering me. Canât ignore it just because it has to do with you.â
Bitchy is probably not the best approach to all of this, but Steve is already cornered out of options. He pulls his door open with more force than necessary. Slides into his seat, key into the ignition, and honks once at Eddie. Jarringly gestures at the passenger seat. Thankfully, thereâs nobody else to witness the potential torrential fire thatâs brewing in him. Itâll be just the two of them; though that realization stirs something sickly in Steveâs stomach.
Eddie gets in silently. Places his school bag in the footwell. And keeps his face pointed out the windshield. âWhatâs wrong?â He asks, though his voice is devoid and edging on irritated.
Steve rolls his eyes, though Eddie canât see him. He sets his hands firmly on his steering wheel. Squeezes the leather for comfort, an instinct. And heaves a sigh, urging himself to be calmer about this. âI had a talk with Lucas,â he starts. âAbout, uh, about his championship game back in March.â
Next to him, Eddie immediately tenses.
He continues without acknowledgement. Keeps himself as leveled as possible. âHe told me that you refused to move your game for his. That he was looking forward to having his friends, which Iâm assuming includes you, watch him play. And IâI know how important that championship game was to him. Yâknow, itâs one of the biggerââ
âAre you mad because I didnât want to sit at some jock event?â Eddie interrupts, question clipped. Though thereâs also mild amusement in his tone, as if Steve being upset is poposterous. He continues without any regard for Steve. âIn a room full of, mind you, people who hate me?â
Steve tenses more than Eddie had. His shoulders hiking and his stomach knotting impossibly more. Finally lets the dog bark, gives in to whatever it wants. âYou know what, Eddie?â He bitches back. âI am mad at you. In fact, IâŠIâŠIâm so fucking angry that youâŠyou make this whole deal about âlost sheepâ and herding them in to play your game. You concern yourself with making a community for people who are lost to the crowd of cliques in that school. And itâs justâLucas is one of those kids! He is, even if that means he wants to play basketball!â
The passenger seat squeaks. Clothes rustling as Eddie turns toward him. But Steve doesnât rip his eyes from the windshield. If anything, he leans more towards the left, creating a deeper, larger space between them. His hands instinctively tighten on the steering wheel again.
âYeah, I do pride myself on that,â Eddie spits. âI do. Which is why, honestly, it irks me that Lucas would pick a crowd full of assholes. A bunch of people who would never give him the time of day.â
Steve goes rigid at that. He was an asshole, too. He knows that. Eddie especially knows that. The Munson Doctrine wouldnât exist without the inclusion of asshole jocks, Steve being near the top of the list. He tries to tell himself that Eddie doesnât think of him that way, but itâs hard considering himself. Who he used to be. Instead, he takes another breath, this one longer and hopefully more steadying than the other ones have been.
âHe went out for basketball for a sense of security,â Steve states slowly, verging on impatient. âTo find somewhere to belong to. Thatâs all a freshman looks forâa group to be somebody with. And, you know, considering that heâs already sort of singled out for being one of a few black kids at the schoolâŠBelonging is kind of important to him.â He settles back into his seat, arms still stretched to their full length in front of him. His stomach is turning and his heart is racing. And why wonât Eddie just get this? âEven if the basketball team has a bunch of assholes, he still wanted to do it. He was celebrated for his skills, who he isâeven if it was for a moment. Playing was, and probably still is, important to him. And youââ Steve finally turns his head towards Eddie. Knows his eyes are shooting daggers, can see where they lodge themselves between Eddieâs ribs. He raises a finger and accuses, ââyou made his game feel unimportant. None of his best friends came because they were toopreoccupied with your game.â His face grows unusually hot as his voice drags passionately. The words just tumbling, splattering between them. But he carries on like a fire fed, âThey even got his little sister to play yourgame. And, you know what really hurt to hear? Lucas wanted at least Erica to watch. And she wasnât there. She wasnât there because of your game, Eddie. How do you think that looks to him?â
Eddie has the audacity to look cowed, appalled. His mouth agape and his eyes as two large craters on his face. And for the first time, probably ever, he is stunned into silence.
Steve looks away. Bitter. All that festers in him now is hurt, ache, sadness. He chews on his lip, inhales softly through his nose, and opens his mouth with a silent word. Finally, he murmurs, âWhen I came to the high school as a freshman, I did the exact same thing as Lucas did. I joined the basketball team. Not because I was good. Or because my dad forced me to, like everybody seems to think. Itâs because I wanted to fit in.â
His eyes are stinging. Cheeks flushing even more with overwhelming, consuming emotion. Continues, âAnd, though I let the feeling eat away at me, it felt good to be protected by a camaraderie like that. Outside of the nerdy friend group I had in middle school, going into high school. It felt good. AndâItâs not the same as why Lucas joined, I know that, but I can understand.
âOn top of that, I never had friends or family members show up for me at my games. So, for me to know the hurt Lucas feels, that would be an understatement. Whatâs important to note, though, is that he had people in his life to be there for him and they didnât show. They didnât.â
The fight is draining out of him, but he has to solidify his point. Has to finish this or else. Thinks briefly that maybe he should quit while heâs ahead, but he canât make himself do that. The ferocity engulfing him from the inside out all too much to ignore. Heâs been beaten down before for Lucas, literallyâoh so literallyâbut heâd do it again and again and again for that kid to find his footing. Including thisïżœïżœïżœspat? One sided argument? This argument with his boyfriend.Â
âEven I was there,â he says, hollowly, âcheering him on. It just wouldâve been nice, for him, to have more than just some washed up, ex-jock, nobody be there. Right? Iâm sure you get where Iâm coming from. You can understand what Iâm saying.â He glances forlorn out his window. Canât even muster the courage to look over at Eddie. Heâs basically drained himself. Being vulnerable isnât his forte, but he can be for the people around him. Even if itâs at the expense of his own well being. âWell, I thought youâd understand. Wanting to have a community, people to lean on, to make something of yourself. No matter the means. I just didnât think youâd be part of the reason that Lucas feels soâŠso singular.â
He takes a deep breath, ignoring how nasally it is to his ears. And mutters, a final thing, âI didnât think you viewed something that Lucas and I are into as soâŠnothing. I try my best to be better about what you like, but it seems that you donât make that same effort. Thatâs not fair, Eddie. You should know that.â
Without much else to say and with Eddieâs eerie silence, he starts the car. Puts it into drive. And peels away into the silence of the long and stretching road.
Briefly, he thinks about turning on the radio or cranking down the window, but the air is too thick to move through. Even the slight turns of his steering wheel is enough to make him feel sick. Heâs sick with how disgustingly to-the-point he had to be. Though, thereâs no other way that Eddie wouldâve listened. Not with how defensive he immediately got.
The original date night plan had been to go to his house, but he finds himself pulling into Forest Hillsâ driveway. Past the dimly lit trailers and the striking quietness of Maxâs home. He parks in the vacant spot next to Eddieâs van. Which, the van is broken down right nowâthe main reason Steve is even driving Eddie around. But, now what? Is Eddie mad at how mad Steve was? Is he going to realize that he doesnât like Steve because of his interests, who he is? Is this it?
A gentle anxious thrum runs through Steve like the very blood he needs to exist.
He silences the car. And just sits with his hands in his lap. Looking blankly at Eddieâs front door.
âYour stop,â Steve murmurs.
Eddie takes a deep breath and sighs heavily through his nose. But he doesnât make a move to open his door. To step out. To walk away fromâŠall that Steve is and has been.
Steve turns to him, gestures loosely at the Munsonâs. âYour stop,â he reiterates.
âIââ Eddie musters, voice croaking and rough. âI didnât realize thatâŠI didnât know Lucas was mad about that. I didnât think itâŠmattered.â
âOf course you didnât,â Steve bitterly states, âItâs not like you actually cared.â
âBut I do,â Eddie insists, âI care so much about Lucas. And I care so much about you. I swear!â He finally moves, tossing himself in the seat to face Steve, flailing. His face a mournful thing, downturned and sad. Skin pale and his hands desperate and his voice urgent. âThereâs no excuse, I know. But I justâŠThe reason I look at jocks so awfully is because theyâve always turned on me, you know? They always downplay my interests and mock me and tease me for what I like. Which is why I have to show myself as the bigger guy, that I can take it. I just didnât realize that I was doing it, too.â
Slowly, Steve crosses his arms over his chest. Fingers tightening over his biceps. âReal life and your friends are more important than biases, Eddie.â
âI see that now.â
âAnd I think that youâŠyou love me? And that you like Lucas. But itâs just hard to feel that, for either of us, when you adamantly refuse to involve yourself in our interests. Even if it means attending some jock event. Even if it means sitting in a room full of people that hate you. Which, by the way, that isnât true because Lucas and I both like youâI love you, even.â He faces Eddie again. His face a sure thing of great ache, based on Eddieâs own crestfallen eyes. âMaybe justâŠgive us space for a couple days? Think about this. Apologize once youâve given it some thought. I understand where the whole hating jocks thing comes from, but just think about how that hurts, too.â
Eddie takes a gasping breath. âBut Iâm sorry now, Stevie,â he swears, âI am. Iâm so sorry.â
Thereâs part of those words that soothe Steve like aloe to a sunburn, but he canât accept them. Knows that the sure sting of the burn will still be there if he lets Eddie do this now. So he collects himself, mulls the words, and defends himselfâfor once. âIâll accept that when it doesnât feel like youâre saying it just to make me feel better. I want you to mean it. And I want you to apologize to Lucas first.â
He watches Eddie nod fervently, sharply. His hands twisting together in his lap and his eyes wetting, shoved harshly to the side. âYeah, okay,â his voice trembles, âokay, Iâll fix this.â
Carefully, Steve takes Eddieâs hands. Tugs them until Eddie looks at him. Involuntarily, he makes a soft, sympathetic noise. Itâs clear in the wetness of Eddieâs eyes that heâs determined to change this, to make this better. Itâs clear that he didnât mean to hurt this severely. He presses deep into the back of Eddieâs hands, tethering himself down to the earth, away from the cloud of anger that threatens to swallow him whole.Â
âHey,â he murmurs, âlisten to me, baby. I know that youâre sorry. I know, okay? But Lucas wonât know that, heâll probably think youâre saying it to get on his good side. AndâŠmaybe you are, a bit, but itâll be better if you really mean it. Trust me.â He swipes his thumbs over Eddieâs knuckles, massages them to ease the tension. âI still love you. Iâm still learning, too, to love your interests with my full heart. And I know that itâs hard to let go of stupid biases, but youâll be better for it. You will, Eds, and youâll find you actually feel good.â Steve runs his hands up Eddieâs arms, to his shoulders, the sides of his neck.
Gently, he cups Eddieâs face between his hands. Presses his thumbs underneath Eddieâs eyes.
Eddie softens, loosening. Breathes slowly onto Steveâs wrists. âIâll make this right, Steve,â he promises quietly, âI want to love both of you guys right.â
âI believe you,â he whispers in turn, âyouâre a good guy, Eddie. Youâve got a good soul and a good heart. But you just need to relearn some things, baby.â He leans in, softly pecks the soft tissue of Eddieâs facial scar, and pulls away. Reaches up and runs a hand through the wiry ends of Eddieâs curls. Finds that he does mean the softness in his words, even with the bitter edge in his chest. He murmurs, âLetâs cool off tonight, because I know weâre both upset. And weâll reconvene in a couple days, after my shift. Iâll help you come up with a good apology, promise.â
âOkay,â Eddie mutters, sniffling.
âI love you,â he feels the need to remind.
âI love you, too, Stevie. And I mean that. I really do.â
đâââââđ
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cake đ° - sleepy kisses/cuddles with james <3
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summary you james makeout. whilst being a little tired.
content james potter x fem!reader
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You still have your dress on when James tugs you into his bed. The silk rides up your thighs when he pulls you over his lap and lays back against the headboard. You really want to tug at his curls. You have all night.
"Never let Marlene convince me to do shots ever again," James mumbles as you work at his tie. He tilts his head up as you struggle with the knot. He yawns, smelling of fresh spearmint gum and alcohol. "They give me the hiccups." You know. He'd hiccuped the entire Uber ride home.
You finally get the tie off his head and mess his hair as you go. His top button has been undone since he left the pub. "If I remember," you run your fingers through his hair and listen to him sigh, "it was your idea," you say before you lean in to press your mouth to his neck.
You feel him shiver underneath you, the jump in his fingers as he pulls you closer by the hips. One day you expect your flesh to be moulded to fit his hands with the amount of time he keeps them there.
You tuck your face into his neck and keep it there, pleased with the sounds you pull from him. Lazy with your mouth, wet and hot kisses against his dark skin. Spending special time on the beauty marks you have memorised.
"It wasn't," he argues, voice light as air. You feel your ego swell. "It wasn't my idea- Christ, you're an angel."
You pull your lips from his reddening skin with a little pop, scraping your teeth until he breaks out into goosebumps. "I've wanted to do that all night," you admit, the last remnants of sheepishness gone now that you're alone with him in his bed. You expect James to use it against you eventually.
"Why didn't you?" he asks with another squeeze.
"In Sirius's front room?" The barest hint of your shy giggles has James smiling. All hooded eyes, a crush of eyelashes that you envy, and pretty teeth just peeking from his wet lips.
"It's never stopped him from getting it on with Remus," he says like it's a reasonable argument.
"It's his house," you sigh.
"So?"
You don't tell him it's mostly because the thought of kissing him like you are right now, around other people, makes your skin catch on fire. You can imagine it now - your face in his neck and his hands up the skirt of your dress until you can see the lace of your underwear. You much prefer it in the comfort of his flat. Without the wolf-whistling on Sirius's part.
You know James loves it like this too. Loves to get you all dizzy with it. Lazy hugs and even worse kisses. He's addicted to you like this.
You lean back in and James accepts it with a little too much tired giddiness. A low rumble of contentment deep from his chest. "Where did you learn that?'' he asks, breathing in through his nose deeply as your nose bumps the column of his throat.
"I have," you mumble, too busy under his jaw when he tilts his head upwards, "I have the best teacher."
"Fuck, baby," James stammers, voice all husky. You melt into a little puddle at the sound of it.
He scoots you both down the bed with you against his chest. "You keep kissing me like that, sweetheart, I'm gonna fall asleep."
You don't have time to argue. To tell him that's exactly what you were going for. He kisses you. Even worse than you were, and you mean that in the best way possible. Kisses that take away the little breath you have left, all shallow and desperate to keep yourself from passing out with your lips pressed to his.
You think he knows this. He whines and tries to keep your head up with his fingers under your jaw. It turns a little sloppy, his nose bumps yours and his hands turn soft at your sides.
It's not until your dress rides up some more do you remember you still haven't changed. "James," you pant. He hums. Too content with kissing your cheeks. "James, we need to get changed."
"Can't," he mumbles, ducking his head until it falls into your neck and his curls tickle your face, "can't, wanna keep kissing you. Until we fall asleep?"
"We can't baby," you giggle. All high-pitched and airy. "You're in your slacks. And a belt."
"I'll survive," he grumbles.
"Your hips won't, honey," you say and brush his hair behind his ear, scratching the skin there lightly. You realise you aren't helping. "C'mon, I'm in my nice dress. I need to put on my pyjamas."
James, extremely reluctantly, and without a few mumbled expletives, gets up from his bed. He drags you blindly with him over to the dresser.
"This is all Marlene's fault," he whines, hands in his boxer drawer, "I'm never shotting again."
"You gotta stay away from that sambuca, babe," you say with a hint of smartassery.
"I was gonna rock your world tonight," he says, stripping. You watch his muscles flex and try to keep yourself upright while putting your sleep shorts on. "But I think I'm gonna fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow."
You laugh animatedly, despite him being the funniest person you know, yawning into the back of your hand. "Rock my world in the morning, Jamie?"
"And the afternoon."
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Figured I might try rambling about how wonderful the DW s3 finale trilogy is, all with some screencaps that get it best
All screencaps from QuiteUnlikely.net
I've rambled about this before, but this shot is some ancient philosopher with his twink boytoy arrangement (think Socrates with Alchibiades or Aristotle with Alexander). Just. Obsessed with the Doctor being in supplicant/trainee position here.
Much binary code has been spilled about how Martha and Jack should be absolutely pissed about the Doctor wanting to "care for" the Master, and rightly so, but the moment Martha realises professor Yana might be a Time Lord is freaking everything. Just look at her. She's forcefully keeping herself from exploding with joy at the idea the Doctor might not be alone anymore, keeping in mind how she actually sat there and listened to him waxing about Gallifrey. It's the same energy she gives when she finds out the Doctor found Rose. I understand the pleasures of vindicativeness but my girl Martha Jones has the emotional capacity of the Pacific. Same goes for Jack. That guy went through everything the Master put him through over the YTNW and still decided his dying words should be letting the Doctor know his husband is out there. Struggling through radiation poisoning to get him a date was the least the Doctor could do in return.
Just sir Derek Jacobi acting porn.
There is a repeating choice in camerawork where the Master is shot from below and the camera turns around him, especially when he's surrounded by the Toclafane. Gives the viewer an excellent sense of vertigo that makes you feel you're inside his crazy pretty head.
I am absolutely obsessed with visual choices in the TenSimm phonesex scene. Just, the sudden sense of intimacy between them, underlined by the Master taking out his private phone? The Doctor stepping away from Martha and Jack for the talk? The way he conspiratorialy lowers his head for asking the Master out for a date talking about how they might just be together in whatever way, fighting across the galaxies if that's what he wants? Amazing.
This moment is amazing and not discussed enough probably because the fandom is too busy finding hidden meanings of winning and losing in thoschei context to appreciate what's explicitly laid out before them. Like, you can just tell the Master knows the Doctor's there but still waiting for the proper order of moves in this fucked up game of chess they are playing (and also actually focused on his plan in which the Doctor is just one element and not the focus). Meanwhile, the Doctor's all oozing determination right before he states his claim in the game: I'm not here to kill him. I'm here to save him. That's it. He knows how difficult it will be, but he will win the game by "saving" the Master. Both from others and himself. In this very simple, very explicitly laid out context, the Master dying rather than getting "saved" by the Doctor is... well, let's call it a draw.
Just an apprecitation of David Tennant's acting here. You can see this does not come easy to the Doctor. You can see he feels the weight of forgiving the Master. You can tell he really did suffer for himself and others like the Christ figure he is over the year. At the same time, the arrangement of his hands on the Master's body is so overwhelmingly protective. He knows what he's about to say is horrible.
Ok, this scene was backward engineered. RTD just really wanted thoschei to hold hands under his run. There's a reason this moment keeps being giffed as them actually reconciling and that's the author wanting it to feel like this. At the same time, the little alone moment the Doctor and the Master get on the ground is wonderfully crafted. The Master going into grandiose Paul Atreides' He who can destroy a thing has the real control of it mindset while the Doctor just calmly calls his bluff and talks him down because he really does know him. A contrast to the chaos going on oboard the Valiant. Followed by what would be mistaken for aggressive sex in the wild if you got just a teensy bit drunk.
Just appreciation of Jack holding the Master by his collar like a naughty cat that won't let his nails get trimmed :3
Look at him. Look at the impossible warmth in the Doctor's eyes. This bitch is so freaking hopeful. His mind in already in the space of cuddling with freaking enormous Flemish giant rabbits on Teletubby planet he and the Master are going to engage in.
OK, this moment. This moment. Lucy seriously doesn't get due appreciation as a character. Judging from the comments on my "Lucy adopted the Master because he reminded her of her cat" staute more eternal than bronze post, a lot of people don't like the idea she was just hypnotised into working with the Master and quite right too. No, this is a woman who enjoys power, who gets all ears when she's called "the power behind the throne". This is also someone who has witnessed the last remnants of humanity cannibalising themselves into murderballs, abandoning all hope for better future. End of the day, it's all going to end and the end will not be pretty. It's also someone who suffered a year of abuse from someone she actually loved and does not have the 900 years of witnessing all sorts of horrors the Doctor has. But just look at the calmness with which she gives the gun to Jack. She just did what needed to be done. When the Doctor says the Master "corrupted" Lucy, it's... well it's not exactly that he's wrong, but it's not the case of "oh, just an innocent dainty girl who met a bad man", it's more the case of "If you take a life do you know what you'll give? Odds are you won't like what it is". Contrary to what some writers would have it, DW's stance on violence isn't "guns are baaad, m'kay", but it is "once you've ended a life, it changes you as a person", hence aside from "nooo that's mah husband :(" the Doctor stopping Francine killing the Master, while the latter goads her to it, come on, you have it in you, just as I did the first time around way. The Master gave Lucy an opportunity to kill. Now she's just going along with it. Killed by the monster of your own making, if that ain't the story of the Master's life.
Ok, ok, ok, the pieta. Because this is the freaking pieta, with the Christ figure holding up the Satan figure. How much more blasphemous can you get? How much deeper into the essence of mercy can you get?
There can never be enough said about the Doctor's reaction to the Master saying he'd rather die than be imprisoned by him. Yes, there's the level at which he has a backup plan AND THAT CANNOT BE EMPHASISED ENOUGH, but from the Doctor's perspective? That's the Master denying everything he is, rather than just granting him the experience of another Time Lord - especially this Time Lord - by his side. That here, thank you mr Tennnat, is pure devastation. It's the one possibility the Doctor never took into account. The one rule of the game he never considered valid.
But on the other hand, this here? This here is the Master genuinely surprised and almost sympathetic of the Doctor, on the account of focusing on all the good times they had together, all the times they together achieved things they never could seperately I mean leaving aside the Axon incident being one of the meanest things the Doctor ever did to the Master, tee hee. He seriously never expected the Doctor to hold these memories fondly, to actually think of him fondly. That's the juxtaposition to him enumerating all the times the Doctor's beaten him earlier in the episode. For him, it's always only about the objective winning. For the Doctor, it's been at least partially about the relation. The way his eyes venture of the Doctor's face? That's surprise and sympathy. But of course, not strong enough to change your mind when you do have a plan B.
The Master's so playful. So playful when he says the "I win!" line. He knows the Doctor. He knows his stake in the game was to "save him". Dying is the only way left for him to at least not loose. But for the Doctor it became so much more, and he didn't even realise when.
This is the face of the man who wants it to still be a game and still denying just how much real the things are getting. Look at him, he's ready to mirror the Master's playfulness the moment he gets a chance.
Bless you, mr Simm, for just how bloody peaceful you look here. For looking like you've just had the first peaceful sleep in centuries. You look like a freaking doll.
Oh yes, we will appreciate the burying your face in the other's hair here. To quote the brilliant line from a tensimm fic by @theprodigalpragmatist y'all need to read, A mourning wail. A mammal unburdened with consciousness prodding the limp form of its mate and finding no response, crying out to gods it couldnât conceive of. A defeat.
And of course, the downturned lips of mr Tennant mourning and dutifully accepting the Doctor's deepest defeat to date. This man's still thinking of the fun he'd have pressing Flemish gaints' fur to mr Simm's round face.
The choice to include the wink to the audience that the Master is in fact just fine right at the moment when Martha leaves and the Doctor is alone in the TARDIS is briiliant. Oh yes, just gimme that God descends to the bottom of hell's frozen lake and finds Satan to pick them up feel.
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I'm thinking about Paulina. How the casting director thought to get an actress who has similar features to Gale. I'm 100% Bucky was thinking about Gale the whole time they were having sex. Probably cried out his name when he came and Paulina just silently took it because she was also just looking for some solence and company for the night. She didn't judge him just understood him and tried to make him understand why he needs to fight the war. And then the next morning he finds a reason to, Buck got shot down just like Paulina's husband so now he understands her too
nah that whole like 20 minutes is such fucking crazy work because WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE
the cuts are just insane because they're like "who's gonna tell Egan" and then they cut to him in a bed ALONE, reaching out for someone who isn't there after he just slept with a girl who looked exactly like his best friend, asking for her to stay and she just says "I know you'll understand" when she talks about her husband who was a pilot, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN HE'LL UNDERSTAND MY BROTHER IN CHRIST DOES HE HAVE A PILOT HES DESPERATELY MISSING RN???
but oh man anon I think you're a genius, he saw Paulina and couldn't help but compare her to a man he could never have, drank with her and danced with her and thought it was someone else in his arms instead, someone he wishes he could kiss and touch but he's so out of reach, both physically and metaphysically, and he's so down bad desperate that he has to fuck someone who looks like him just so he can get his kicks
but I definitely love the idea of him closing his eyes, gritting his teeth and imagining it's Gale beneath him, moaning quietly and holding onto his arms and back with strong arms, lips against his ear as he fucks into him, but it's not quite enough, Paulina is soft and beautiful curves while John knows Gale is sharp lines with a perfectly toned body, tries to imagine what it would be like to hold his waist and bite his neck, but even when Paulina urges John to open his eyes and look at her all he can see is Gale, both of their faces flitting in and out of focus like he's not sure who he's sleeping with
he catches glimpses of blond hair and blue eyes and soft pink lips and all he can think of is Gale, Gale, his best friend who he had fallen stupidly in love with, and he wonders if Paulina sees someone else too, because he certainly doesn't see her
and when he comes he cries on Gale's name, "fuck... Gale..." because that's all he can think about, wishes it was him below him instead of Paulina, and then he feels so instantly horrible because he probably ruined what was supposed to be a distraction for Paulina, but she only gives him a knowing smile, kisses his cheek and calls him a sweet man, tells him she misses someone too, we all have our vices in life and Johns left thinking about what he's going to tell Gale when he gets back to base, maybe he'll finally man up and tell him how he feels before one of them inevitably goes down, and he's worked up the courage to march right up to Gale and tell him before it's too late
but what John doesn't realize is that it's already too late, "He went down swinging" and John can feel his stomach violently turn, his throat close and his eyes water because it's too late... it was too late and he'll never see Gale again, he only has the faint fantasy of taking Gale to bed with him when it was really some dame, and now he's gone and John will never be able to tell Gale how he really feels, oh man oh dear
yeah but I wanna sit the fucking casting directors down because what the fuck they said "hmmm, let's make the girl Major Egan sleeps with a carbon copy of his boy best friend that he can't seem to get off of his mind" shaking my fist in the air mota writers one day you will pay of all of my anguish
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i am so obsessed with how you write the poly relationship w wolverine and deadpool, i would love to see more!!!
"Come on Peanut, we're going out!" Wade declared, throwing him his jacket.
Logan groaned and took a drag off his cigar, exhaling slowly. He'd been looking forward to a night in. To some quiet. Wade had been going out with friends tonight, going to carouse and be obnoxious. Laura was busy. Altha was out... It was going to be bliss.
Absolute bliss.
And now that was shot to hell.
"Where are we going?"
"Karaoke," Wade said, "The sweet little angel baby who lives upstairs is going. And so are all her super hot friends."
"Christ," Logan groaned. Wade's sex drive made his look low. But. If you were going at least he'd have someone to talk to. You could talk intelligently about... a lot of shit. And your sense of humor was good.
"Just remember," Wade called over his shoulder, "No stabbing in front of the normies."
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"Su-i-cide. Su-i-cide. Su-i-cide."
The crowd took up Wade's chant and you rolled your eyes.
"Good fucking luck, My brain is like 90% song lyrics," you caution, sipping from the pint you'd been nursing.
"That's the price you gotta pay, Angel," Wade teased, fluttering non existant lashes, "if you wanna save Logi-bear from having to sing you gotta take all the songs I want."
"You get 3-"
"7" he countered.
"5, asshole"
"Done!" he said, jumping off the stool and going to put your songs in.
Logan looked at you and shook his head. Your friends had left to go dancing and you bowed out. And for the last two hours you'd been... theirs. "You don't have to do that," he said.
"The mob has spoken. Also, even if I sound like shit they're all drunk so. It's fine. Pretty sure Wade doesn't want to humiliate me. He just wants me to sing something."
He nodded, "Probably." Wade definitely didn't want you humiliated. He wanted you in their bed- Logan was on the fence about it. Something was... wrong with you. Fragile. And he didn't know if you could handle it, honestly. Or if they could handle you.
Your name is announced along with the song and you roll your eyes. "He would. He fucking would. I mentioned this ONE TIME." But you go, Taking the mic and casually giving Wade the finger as you step up and take your first breath. Only to start 'Holding out for a Hero'.
The line up gave you a headache.
'Holding out for a Hero' 'Baby Got Back' 'I'm the Only One' 'Work it' And then to cap the whole thing off 'Lucky' Honestly, either Wade didn't know how old you were or forgot that music tended to stick around for a good long while. But You did all 5, Blind with no time to prep and did your best to kill it. And hell if you didn't need water when you were done.
"Dick," you tell him, without any actual heat, "I told you-"
"And I bow to the queen," he said. "Logan, I'm in love!"
Logan snorted. "She can do better."
"See," you tell Wade, taking the water he offered and a chair gratefully, "someone knows how to charm a girl."
Wade clutched his chest and took own seat, "Angel baby, I'm hurt. We're a package deal. And I'll have you know I can be VERY charming."
"Mhmm."
"Help me out here, Peanut-"
"Oh no, this is all you. You wanna fuck the girl, you gotta do the work."
You pause, drink half way to your mouth and clear your throat, setting it down, "Pardon me?" You'd been operating under the assumption that this was all just banter. Harmless fun. Wade and Logan were together. Wade flirted with EVERYONE. Logan was a grumbly old man but he was a softy when he wanted to be. You liked them. You knew they liked you. But you didn't know it was LIKE that. At least for Wade.
"Look at her," Wade said "She's precious-"
Logan cleared his throat. You didn't smell aroused. And he could hear your heart racing. "Sorry, kid," he said. "I thought-"
"I-uh... Excuse me for a second?" You hop off your stool and grab your bag, weaving your way through the room to the ladies room. Taking a second to take a breath. To think. You lean on the sink and wonder if you've had too much to drink. But you know you haven't. And you know no one's drugged you. Wade's beat the shit out of people for doing that- and Logan would never. They're good guys. Not creeps. Certified good guys, really. So why- this is wild.
And it doesn't happen to girls like you.
People don't want you like that. Unless it's a weird fetish thing. Or they're hobosexual. Or some other reason. But they don't want you for you. No one ever does, at least not for long. But you like them. They're friends. Will they stay friends if you say no? If you say yes what happens? Do you even want to say yes? What the fuck is happening? There are a lot of thoughts in your head. Too many.
And when you make your way out of the Bathroom, going to duck outside to get a breath of fresh air, an unfamiliar chest stops you. "You did Pretty good tonight," the oily voice said.
"Thanks, Randy," you tell him, stepping back. The Karaoke creep. You all laugh at him. He uses cash advances at strip clubs and tucks in his polos. The most divorced man to have ever lived.
"Suicides are hard. They're not for everyone," he said, picking his teeth with a coke nail. "But for a retar-"
"Hey fuckface," Wade said, "that's not a nice word." He inserted himself deftly between you and the other man and leaned on the bar, "Didn't you ever learn not to say fucking slurs?"
"Wade," you tell him, "It's just Randy it's not that-"
"She's retarded and you're fuck ug-" A crack and a clang made you help and this time it was Logan standing there as Randy crumbled to the floor.
"And he has bad hair plugs," Wade said. "Only one of us has a problem. And he paid for his."
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Pretty in Pink!
South park x girly popular reader
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Chapter 3
Masterlist!
âĄThe chapter no one asked for đâïž Lmao sorry Im writing another bc i love it, sorry for not posting much i have been so busy đ tbh Y/n reminds me of the queen of hearts AGED UP!
"Kenny you have such pretty eyes!!" Y/n cooed, brushing his hair out of his face. "I know, I could be a model" He joked, giving in to the affection. Wendy watched the scene play out, Jealous of all the attention she gets. Poor Y/n must hate all the attention, she'd need someone to take her place one day, Someone who can handle the pressure of being perfect.... Someone like Wendy. I mean it would take a while for Wendy to get to Y/n's standards, plus Y/n might not want to be replaced just yet. Even if its for the best to protect precious Y/n.
"Wendy? Hun you okay? You have been so quiet today-" "Stan wants to break up." Wendy interupted, Y/n looking taken a back. "Oh girl, I'm so sorry, He's a douche, We dont need him right? How about a girls night? No silly party or anything, just us?" Y/n cooed, Wendy taking notice on how she said 'We' like it was also her problem, how considerate of her. "Yayyy Can i come?" Kenny grinned playing with a strand of Y/n's hair. "NO!" Bebe choked, suddenly clinging on to Y/n's arm, "Ahem- No, its a girls night"Bebe corrected herself as Y/n smiled, looking at Kenny.
"Wendy? Wendy please I really need to talk to you" Stan appeared, Literally scaring the shit out of everyone. Y/n frowned, "Stan she doesn't want to talk to you right no-" Stan looking a bit shocked by Y/n's reaction, Wendy interupting her, "Y/n I think I need to sort this out now." She smiled apologeticly at Y/n, before leaving with Stan.
"I always try help that girl and it gets me nowhere. Ugh im just so sick of doing everything for everyone. You know how much I do for people Kenny, And all i get is an awkward smile now and again." Y/n pouts laying into him, "Y/n If you were mine I'd treat you well" Kenny flirts, brushing her hair out of her face, as Bebe fake gags "Eww guys get a room!!!!" Bebe whines stomping her feet. "Bebe you are so cute, guys come on lets go to class" Y/n laughs as she gets up from Kenny's warm embrace, the others following on behind her.
"KYLE!!!! I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN AGES OH MY GODDD" Y/n beams, running up to sit by Kyle, "You saw me yesterday." He shifts away from her, voice laced with a slight anger. Y/n frowns "Kyle baby!!! Are you okay whats the matter??" She clings onto his arm "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST Y/N LEAVE ME ALONE!" Kyle shouts at her, banging his fists on the table and moving to sit futher away from Y/n, Her eyes pounding with anger, How dare he? Who the fuck does he think he is. Someone has to teach him a lesson, Nobody treats Y/n like that absolutely no one-
"Hey guys I'm back" Wendy chirps, seeming to be in a better mood, Stan standing at the doorway sending Y/n a sweet smile and a 'can we pleaseeee talk' look. Her giving a fowl one back. "Wendy I missed you!!! Come sit by meeee" "Hey wait i wanna sit buy you" "No i do!!!!" Complaints from both Kenny and Bebe were heard, "Guys Wendys just been through a breakup, let her sit by me!" Y/n smirked, as if sitting with her were a reward. They both accepted and sat down behind Y/n, "Anything happen while I were gone?" Wendy smiled, Y/n, Kenny and Bebe shot glares at Wendy, her not knowing what she did wrong, Bebe and Kenny a bit too scared to mention what happened before with Kyle, Wendy taking the hint by their scared looks.
"Nothing happened Wendy." Said Y/n, a blank tone and expression on her face, That quickly changing while she spoke again, "Enough of that, boring stuff. What happened with you!!" Y/n beamed, leaning into Wendy more, "Well, Me and Stan have decided to be friends, I think we both have our eye on someone else at the minute!" Wendy smiled, now she was finally able to have Y/n to herself. No fighting with her boyfriend over her anymore!
"Yayyyy girls night!!!!" Bebe cheered, "No actually I'm thinking we throw a party, show everyone your available plus Kenny can come then!!" Y/n chirped, Bebe looking a bit disappointed. I mean little did Wendy know it would take alot more than breaking up with Stan for her to have Y/n, Bebe also had her eye on her, What does Wendy expect Y/n Is Perfect.
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shitty skater // spencer reid x reader
summary: your crush on spencer turns into more than that after a few falls on the ice.
wc: 1k!
warnings: none that i can think of! spencer falls a lot, but what's new
a/n: 2nd fic in the 12 days of christmas challenge!! hope y'all are lovin' it :)
The cold stung your cheeks as you sat down with your hot chocolate, and the chill in the air was prominent as you took a sip. Your eyes weren't on your drink, thoughâthey were focused on the hazel-eyed agent who was currently doing his best to stay on his feet on the ice. You couldn't help but watch him as he fell, a giggle escaping your lips when he fell once more while trying to stand back up.
Spencer shot you a playful glare as your giggles only got louder, only slightly muffled by your hand. Emily's eyebrow was raised at you as he skated over; her teasing was immediately halted by the glare in your own eyes.
"It's not that funny," the agent huffed, simultaneously grabbing onto the railing for dear life as he skidded to a stop.
"It definitely is," JJ smirked, laughing at Reid's incredulous expression.
"Jayjie! You're supposed to be on my side," he pouted, earning an eye roll from all three of you.
"D'ya need some help out there?" You asked him, a joking expression replaced with a genuine look of concern. It was pretty funny to watch him stumble like a baby deer on the ice, but you had seriously begun to feel bad for him. He could only fall so many times before getting bruised. The last thing you wanted was for him to get hurt.
At his nod, you smiled and bent down to retrieve your skates. You laced them up rather quickly as three pairs of eyes watched you. They didn't miss the ease with which you stepped onto the ice, nor did they miss the lovesick look you gave Reid when he wasn't looking. The girls ushered you away as soon as they could, with teasing smiles on their faces.
"Go skate with your boyfriend," Emily laughed, your cheeks immediately turning red as you realized how close Spencer was to you. You could only hope that he hadn't heard that as you sighed. With how close you were to him, there was a high chance he did.
You were taken out of your thoughts when a cold hand grabbed onto yours, and your brain suddenly brought you back to the situation at hand. Spencer stumbled dangerously as he held onto you for dear life. Doing all that you could to make sure the both of you stayed upright, you searched for the nearest rail to grab onto.
"So," Reid exhaled, desperately trying to get his breathing under control. "Boyfriend, huh?" he asked, a smug look on his face as you turned away.
"Jesus Christ," you muttered under your breath. Of course, the girls had made it impossible for you to get out of this situation. If you skated away to avoid the conversation, Reid could get hurt, and they knew that. You did your best to feign indifference as you turned back around. "I'm sorry about them, Spence. You know how JJ can be." He laughed at that, a knowing look shared between you both as she made eye contact with you and wiggled her eyebrows.
"It's alright," he replied softly, an understanding smile on his face. "The girls love to tease us, don't they?"
You smiled gratefully at his words. Somehow, he'd managed to say just the right thing to put your mind at ease. He grabbed your hand again as you two finally made it to the railing, giving the both of you some much-needed balance and stability. Spencer sighed as he leaned back against the wall, a boyish grin on his face as the grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly.
"Y'know, I don't really mind it," he started, uncertain eyes meeting yours as you blushed. You swallowed harshly as the reality of the situation hit you. His hand was still in yours, and you were mere seconds away from a nervous breakdown as he continued to hold eye contact. Your brain ran through all the possibilities of things you could say before you settled on one.
"I don't think I do, either," you mumbled as his thumb rubbed your knuckles. The ice was a major contrast to the heat in your cheeks. At that moment, one would think you'd run a marathon judging by your appearance, and you couldn't blame them. Your focus was solely on him as he bent down to your level, your face coming within mere inches of his. The question in his eyes was evident. Your nod was all he needed as he cupped your cheeks with his hands, and his lips brushed against yours.
You didn't miss JJ and Emily's cheers in the background, but you pointedly ignored them as you focused on nothing but Spencer's lips on your own. The taste of hot chocolate lingered in both of your mouths as you pulled back. It was Reid's turn to giggle as you buried your face in his neck, your cold nose a shock compared to the warmth that was spreading through the both of you. Spencer wrapped his arms around you as he once again bent down to kiss your forehead.
"Holy shit," you whispered, breaking the silence. He practically cackled at your wording, and in response to this, you nudged him. What you'd failed to realize was that he had no grip on anything for balance. The second you nudged him, he once again lost his balance and wobbled harshly. Your eyes widened as he almost comically fell on his butt, pulling you down with him thanks to your still joined hands. It was silent for a solid two seconds before you broke into a laughing fit. Spencer followed soon after, both of your bodies shaking with giggles. You pulled yourself together as quickly as possible, retying the skate that had somehow come loose during the fall. You stood up quickly, gaining your balance, before extending a hand to the man still sitting on the ice. He took it with a grateful smile, your hands intertwined for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
"I'm so glad you're a shitty skater," you sighed, Reid's eyes laced with amusement as he dusted the snow off of his pants.
"Me too, sweetheart," he smiled, watching as JJ and Emily skated over frantically to you both. "This is gonna be fun."
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Secret's Out
Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader
Word count- 6.1k
Includes- Jungkook has a secret, massive dick Jungkook, kinda subby Jungkook, 69, pussy eating, blow job, cum eating, passionate animalistic sex, cock riding, missionary, squirting, tummy bulge, multiple orgasms, fluff
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J POV
This fucking photo shoot is killing me
The fucking open jacket, the no shirt, abs and chest muscles on display, silver necklace against his skin, his black boxers peeling up from the waistband of his baggy jeans
My best friend is hot
I know, I have eyes
I can appreciate his good looks and his body is fucking beautiful
Plus the sexy stares mixed with the cute smiles...he knows what he's doing
ARMYS will go feral
And I'm pretty sure he's doing it to get his makeup artist ex-girlfriend jealous
She's here today, she did his makeup
I dunno why he'd want to make her jealous or want him when he broke up with her but guys are stupid
Very stupid
He takes the jacket off, now completely shirtless and sits down
He drapes the jacket over one of his shoulders, then poses with his hand over his mouth
Jesus Christ
His tattooed arm is on display, the colors popping
I love tattoos and the whole sleeve on him looks so....well hot
I watch the next few shots, moving from one foot to another in a pee dance
I have to go to the bathroom but I don't want to just walk away
I don't want him to think something is wrong
So I wait until the set is moved next to the couch and I get Jungkook's attention
"Bathroom", I mouth
He nods, giving me a thumbs up
I walk quickly through the doors to the set, then I practically run towards the bathroom
When I'm done, I'm on my way back to the set and I see his ex, Hannah, coming towards me
Well probably towards the bathroom, not me necessarily, just in my direction
I feel like I should say something to her
Jungkook dumped her suddenly and I'm sure she's hurt
And it must suck to have to keep working with someone who hurt you
"Hey Hannah. I'm sorry about you and Jungkook", I say, as she starts to pass me
She stops, sneering at me, "Yeah I bet you fucking are"
Uh what the fuck?
Why is she being such a shit head?
I'm actually being nice
I didn't have to say shit to her
I could of just ignored her
Fuck me for trying to be nice
"Yeah I don't know what that's supposed to mean but fuck you", I snap, "I'm trying to be nice-"
"I don't need you to be nice. I need you to get the fuck out of my face"
Ok, now, I'm pissed
I didn't do shit to this bitch
"What the fuck is your problem?", I snarl
"Like you don't know!"
Is she stupid?
Obviously I don't know if I'm asking her
"I don't know you moron, that's why I'm asking!"
"Yeah right! Like you don't know the reason Jungkook broke up with me is because of you"
I raise my eyebrows in shock
Because of me?
He never said they broke up because of me
I didn't do anything
I didn't give him any problems about her or tell him anything negative about her either
I supported him
So what the fuck is he using me as an excuse for?
"Me?", I gape
She narrows her eyes at me, "Yes you! He didn't tell you what he did?"
Uh no, only that he broke up with her
He said he wasn't feeling it or her and ended it
I shake my head
"He fucking yelled your name during sex!"
I cannot even describe the amount of shock running through me right now
"Excuse me?", I whisper
"He yelled your name! When he came, he yelled your name! He was thinking about you!", she snaps, "I was so hurt but I was still going to forgive him. Until he told me"
Told her what?
What did he say that made her hate me so vehemently?
"He told you what?"
"That he fucking loves you!", she spits hatefully, "He said he's in love with you for as long as he can remember"
My heart drops to my feet
No, no way
It's not possible
I would of known, I would of seen it
Felt it
Right?
"He told me that he was trying to date to get over you. Like an experiment. But it didn't work. Our whole relationship he just wanted you. He never had feelings for me. And he didn't want to try anymore. He broke my heart because of you"
I feel like I'm hearing what she's saying but my brain isn't processing it
I feel like that loading meme that's popular but it's happening for real
"So don't come here with your bullshit sorries. I don't believe you. Stay the fuck away from me"
I can't respond
For once in my life I'm speechless
"Fuck you", she spits, then turns away, stalking to the bathroom, leaving me utterly flabbergasted
I don't know how long I stand there until my brain finally screams, "Jungkook loves you"
I'm almost afraid to believe it
My brain keeps coming up with reasons why it's not true
He lied to her
He used me as a reason to break up with her
He didn't want her to try to get him back so he told her he loved me
There's just no way he loves me
Right?
The door behind me that leads to the set opens but I can't turn around to see who it is
I'm still dazed
"There you are", Jungkook says
Fuck, it's him
I don't move, don't answer him, I'm frozen
He comes around me, peering down at me, "Jo? You ok?"
I lock eyes with him and blurt, "You're in love with me?"
His eyes widen and for a fraction of a second I see pure panic in them
But it's gone in a nanosecond
"Excuse me?"
"You're in love with me", I repeat
"Jo what the fuck-", he starts
"Hannah told me"
He rolls his eyes, but it's forced, "Don't listen to her. She's pissed at me"
"She said you called my name when you came. She said you told her you're in love with me"
I don't know why I'm just stating these things like this
Just matter of fact, like all this didn't shake me to my core
Didn't make me hope
Must be the shock
He laughs, shaking his head, "No I didn't"
He's lying, I realize
His laugh isn't genuine
It's a nervous laugh
His eyes are darting everywhere, he keeps shifting on his feet, his hand is in the back of his hair like when he's caught lying
Oh my god it's true
He loves me
"C'mon Jo, you know I love you. But not-"
I don't even think, I just step closer to him, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him
The millisecond his lips touch mine, it's like I'm floating, like everything finally makes sense
I've waited a life time for this
And like I suspected, he doesn't pull away
Instead his arms drop around my body, pulling me closer to him, kissing me back hard
His tongue finds its way against mine, deepening the kiss, his lip ring cool against the side of my lip
My head is spinning, Jungkook the only thing in it
I don't want to stop but I kinda need to breathe so I reluctantly break the kiss
I look up at him to find him looking at me in complete shock
"Don't lie to me", I whisper
He swallows hard but nods, saying so very softly, "I'm so fucking in love with you"
I close my eyes, letting the words wash over me
Then I open my eyes, look right in his and say, "I'm so fucking in love with you Jungkook"
Surprise enters his beautiful brown eyes, "Are...are you serious?"
I nod, "Yeah Kookie. I've always loved you like that"
"I've always loved you like that too Jo", he tells me, "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because you're famous Kookie. You can have any of the beautiful idols and hell even American artists you want. I'm just your normal boring best friend. I never thought you'd feel the same way"
He shakes his head, "I've only ever felt this way for you. I tried to date other people Jo, I tried to get over you, I tried to feel this way with someone else but I never do. You're the only one I feel this way about. The only one I feel this way with. I can't even express how much I love you"
"I know how much Kookie. If it's as much as I love you, I know", I tell him
He nods, stammering, "Ok. Ok...you...we...are we.."
"Together?", I finish
"Yeah. Are we?"
"Do you want to be?", I ask
"So fucking much", he answers immediately
I smile at him, "Well I want that so fucking much too"
"Ok..you're....you're mine?", he asks so cutely, like he needs confirmation
"Yes", I clarify, "Are you mine?"
"Yes", he says rapidly, "Always"
I'm so fucking happy, I'm delirious
I never thought he'd ever see me like I see him but apparently he always did
And I was blind to it
Guess I'm very stupid too
"Good", I say, "Now that that's settled..."
I pull him back towards me and he immediately comes, his lips against mine again
My god, I'm never going to get enough of his kisses
Never
They feel so good, like I'm where I belong, like I'm home
His arms wrap around me, keeping me against him as the kiss continues
"You have got to be fucking kidding me"
We reluctantly pull away, turning towards Hannah, who's fuming
"Though you said you didn't know how he feels about you, you fucking liar"
"I didn't", I growl, not liking how she's talking to me
She's acting like I actively took Jungkook from her when I had no idea about his feelings
"Looks like you got really comfortable kissing my ex in the span of five minutes"
"You mean kissing my best friend who's now my boyfriend", I snap
"Move on fast huh Jungkook? Like a fucking man whore"
He rolls his eyes, "Oh fuck off Hannah. You know how I feel about her. You think I'm gonna say no when she tells me she feels the same? Because if you do then you're really dumb"
"Fuck you. I hate both of you"
I mean I don't care if she hates me
Doesn't bother me in the slightest
"I'm sorry Hannah", he says, "I don't know how many times I can apologize to you. I didn't mean to hurt you and I'm sorry but I broke up with you because I didn't have feelings for you. Would you rather I lied and stayed with you?"
"I would rather you had feelings for me and forgot about her", she spits
He just shakes his head, "I would never forget about her. I'm sorry it didn't work out the way you wanted it too"
"Yeah, you seem real sorry", she snarls, "Just fuck off"
He just sighs as she walks back to the set
"That went well", I giggle
He laughs, shaking his head, "As good as it'll get"
"Now, where were we?"
"Hmm", he smirks, leaning down, his lips against mine, "Right about here"
"So kiss me"
And he does
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"Fuck baby, let me get the door open", he groans, as I press kiss after kiss to his gorgeous neck
"You were the one who wanted to carry me", I remind him, squeezing my legs that are around his waist
As soon as we got out of his car, he kissed me, picking me up and carrying me to his apartment
He just pulled away from my lips to try to get the door open but I need to kiss him somewhere
So neck it is
I'm getting all the right spots as his body is shivering with each kiss and I memorize where they are so I can make him feel good all the time
I drag my lips to his strong jaw, spreading kisses all over him as he finally gets the key in the door
I hear the locks turn and the door open
Barking fills the hallway as Jungkook shuts and locks the door
I feel puppy paws on my leg and pull away from Jungkook long enough to look down
Bam is barking excitedly, standing on his back legs, his front ones on mine and Jungkook's legs, his tail wagging like crazy
"Bam down", Jungkook commands, but Bam ignores him
I giggle, reaching down and petting Bam on the head
"Hi Bammi", I coo
Jungkook rolls his eyes, "Bam gets all your attention now huh?"
"Oh stop", I laugh, kissing his soft lips, "I'm just saying hi. Don't be jealous of your dog"
He huffs as he puts me down and it's the cutest thing in the world
"I gotta feed him. Hold on ok?"
I nod, kneeling down to hug Bam while Jungkook goes in the kitchen
Bam's such a cuddle bug, he loves to be hugged, petted, kissed
He thinks he's a tiny dog
"Bam! Food!", Jungkook calls
Bam takes off towards the kitchen running right past Jungkook as he comes out
He immediately comes over to me, picking me up and making his way to his bedroom
"You're all mine now"
"Always Kookie", I answer
He smiles, then he's kissing me and I'm in heaven
One of his hands lets me go and I hear the door to his room open
He walks in, our lips still against each others as he kicks the door closed
Getting us on his bed, he moves on top of me, his lips trailing down to my jaw
"Mine", he whispers
"Yeah Kookie", I confirm
"Fuck baby, I tried so hard to get you to notice me", he murmurs, kisses all over my neck now, "It was driving me fucking crazy when you wouldn't notice. I had to invite you to this shoot in hopes you'd notice me"
Wait, he planned that?
Then he was acting sexy....
"You were acting sexy like that for me?"
He nods, his lips sending shivers all over my body, "So you'd notice me. Did it work?"
"Nnn..no", I tell him, lifting his face to mine, "I noticed you when we were fifteen and I started noticing guys existed. I've noticed everyday since then, wanted just you every day since then. I don't need a sexy photo shoot to notice you baby"
He smiles softly, "I've wanted you since we were teenagers too baby. I used to think about you all the time when I was training for BTS, wishing you could be with me, wanting to make you proud"
"Always baby. I was always proud of you. Still am. Always will be", I promise, "No matter what you do Kookie, I'll always support you, I'll always be by your side"
"And I'll be by yours", he promises, gazing at me so seriously, "I'll support you in anything Jo. I'll protect you, keep you safe, do everything to make you happy every day of our lives"
Smiling, I run my fingers in his hair, "You make me happy Kookie"
He smiles back, "You make me happy too baby"
He leans down, his soft beautiful lips against mine, making me melt against him
His hands trail down my body, ducking under my shirt, his fingers finally touching my bare skin
I moan in his mouth as his hands run so slowly up my body, sparks flashing everywhere he touches
I almost can't believe my body is reacting this way but it's Jungkook so of course it is
"Your skin is so soft baby", he murmurs, "Feels so good"
I blush, whispering a thanks which makes him chuckle
"You're welcome baby"
Well let's see if I can get him to react the same way
As I kiss him, I move my hands under his shirt and fuck me his skin is so soft
Has to be softer than mine
And he's so warm to the touch
I explore the expanse of his back, feeling his muscles move under my hands as he continues to grope me
It's such a turn on and I can feel the power in him
Bunching his shirt up, I pull it up slowly, his arms moving to help me take it off
I toss it to the side of the bed, my eyes drinking in the beauty that is Jungkook
His hands start pulling up my shirt but I sit up, stopping him, mesmerized by his muscular chest and of course his abs, the skin looking so smooth there
I put my hands on him and he keeps trying to get my shirt off but it's not working
"Please baby, wanna see you", he whines, tugging harder on my shirt as my hands run all over his abs, dragging up to his amazing chest then sliding all over his upper arms
God he's amazing
I know I'm going to be groping him all the damn time now
"Baby!", he continues to whine, "You've seen me already baby!"
He's referring to today when he did the shirtless shoot
This however is not the same
"Never touched", I murmur, "And I haven't seen all of you"
I move my hands down, passing over his soft smooth skin down to his sweatpants, pushing them and his boxers down
I can't fucking wait anymore
"But I didn't see any of you yet baby!", he exclaims, frustratedly
"Just take them off!", I whine, "Then you can do whatever you want"
He groans but stands up, letting everything drop to the floor
I can't do anything but gaping at my naked boyfriend
He's....perfect
My gaze scans to his dick and oh my god that's huge
Long, massively thick, so stiff and leaking cum
He's a fucking god, I'm sure of it
"Fuck Jungkook", I murmur
He ignores me as he gets on the bed, pulling up my shirt, "Take the fucking shirt off or I'll rip it off you"
Oh god, yes please
So I just smirk at him, keeping my arms down so he can't get it off me
"Fuck", he growls, pushing me down on the bed, grabbing the hem of the shirt and pulling hard, tearing sounds ripping through the room
I feel the fabric give way as he completely rips the shirt down the middle
"Move your arms baby", he grunts and I do, letting him get the scraps of my shirt off
His arms move around my back, lifting me off the bed, one of his hands talking off my bra
I'm laid on the bed again as he throws my bra somewhere in his room
"Oh my fucking god, you're so fucking hot", he gapes, his hands roaming my body, his touch sending every piece of skin into a blaze
He leans down, his lips pressing kisses to my sternum tattoo and my body feels like it's made of electricity
My body, on its own, arches into his lips, wanting them on every part of my body
"Fuck baby", he groans as he moves to my rib tattoo, "I had no idea you had all these tattoos. They're so hot. You're so hot"
I doubt that
Definitely not hot compared to him
His lips leave kiss after kiss all over my chest, his hands squeezing my boobs at the same time
He kisses down to my nipple, where he tugs it in his mouth, sucking softly
Wetness floods my panties as I moan, arching my back into him, my hand plunging in his hair
After a minute, he switches to my other nipple, sucking away like he does this all the time
"Fuck baby, your nipples are so good to suck on. Fucking love them", he groans
"Kookie", I whine, feeling so good
He's hasn't even touched my pussy yet and I'm already feeling so much pleasure
He pulls off my nipple, his lips pressing kisses in between my boobs, scorching my skin in so much heat
He travels lower, endless kisses pressed into my skin, his fingers following his lip's wake until they end up by my pants
"You gonna give me a hard time about taking your pants and panties off too?", he asks, his eyes lifting to mine
I shake my head
No I'm definitely not
"Good girl", he smirks, pulling everything down and off in one go, throwing my clothes across his room
"Fucking beautiful baby", he whispers, his eyes all over my naked body
I'd thought I'd feel shy about him seeing me but I'm not
I guess it's because I oogled him just like he's oogling me
It's fair
And right now my eyes are on his massive cock
Fuck me, I want to suck on him so badly
He has other ideas, kissing my lower stomach again, hands squeezing my thighs
His lips move lower and lower, his hands spreading my legs wider
I must be crazy but I want to suck him off first
I'm dying to have his cock in my mouth
Right as he gets to my pussy, I push his head back gently, "Wait"
"Joanne!!", he explodes
"Kookie", I start
"Why are you torturing me?", he whines
I know he's frustrated but he's so cute when he whines
"I'm not baby. I just...I wanna suck your cock"
"No!", he exclaims
"No?", I ask, my eyebrows raised
What guy turns down a blow job?
"No! Fuck baby, I just want my face in your pretty pussy, I'm fucking dying to eat you out and you keep stopping me!"
Well, I want his dick in my mouth
"But I want to suck your cock!", I whine
"Arrgg", he shouts
The next thing I know, he grabbed me and maneuvered me so easily into a 69 position, his hard leaking cock right in my face
"There. Happy?", he grunts
Very
"Yeah. You?"
"I'll be happy when you finally let me taste you", he grumbles
I don't answer, instead licking along his slit, tasting his cum
Fuck, he tastes good
"Fuck baby", he moans, then his tongue is buried in my pussy, swirling everywhere as he pulls me against his face
"Oh fuck!", I cry, pleasure hitting me so fast
"Oh god, so fucking good", he moans in between licks, "So fucking sweet. God baby more, give me more"
My legs shake around his head and I have to concentrate on his dick in front of me so I can suck him off good
Putting my tongue on his underside, I lick up slowly, savoring the feel of his soft skin
He moans in my cunt, licking up and down rapidly, like he can't get enough
Holding his cock in front of my mouth, I swirl my tongue around his fat head, getting a taste of his cum as I do
How is he so good and why am I noticing it?
Taking his head in my mouth I suck on it, feeling how wide he stretches my mouth open
"Mmm baby", groans, his tongue flicking my clit, making me moan against his cock
He presses the tip of his tongue against my clit, wiggling it, sending pleasure careening through my body
I push down his cock more, getting as much as I can in until he hits the back of my throat
I choke, pulling a little off
I know there's no way I can get his entire massive cock in my throat right now
That I'm going to have to practice
But I can get a little more than half and I start bobbing my head on him
His fingers dig into my thighs, as he sucks my clit into his mouth, slurping all over me
Using my hand, I stroke the rest of his cock, as I fuck my mouth on his shaft, drooling all over him
This has to be one of the messiest blow jobs I ever gave
But God, do I love sucking his cock
Sliding up and down on his fat cock, I swallow every time I take him in, squeezing his cock in my throat
His tongue slides around my hole a few times before plunging inside
My mind goes hazy from the bliss as I clench down on his tongue
"Mmm, pussy's so tight", he groans, shoving his tongue in and out of my cunt, "Can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock"
"Mm", I answer, pulling off his dick, keeping my hand moving, "Can't wait to feel this cock fuck me open"
"Oh I will baby", he assures me, "I will"
His tongue slides in and out of my hole while I take him in my mouth as far as I can and start sucking on him, hard
"Fuck baby", he groans, "That's it baby. Suck my cock just like that"
I smirk, continuing my movements
And he said he didn't want a blow job
Liar
His mouth wraps around my clit again, sucking as hard and fast as he can, keeping his tongue against my bump, blasting pleasure in my body
I'm gonna cum soon but I can't find it in myself to get off his dick
I'm enjoying sucking on him way too much
"Gonna give me that pretty cream that's flooding my face baby", he murmurs, before sucking again
"Mmmm!", I cry, my fingers gripping his thigh hard as I suck his cock like my life depends on it
My legs shake around his head, my eyes closing as bliss hits me hard and I cum all over his face
He sucks a few more times, then his tongue runs down my cunt, burying in my hole
"Oh fuck", he moans, licking and keeping me in pleasure, "Such a sweet pussy. Sweet cream. So fucking good"
He continues to run his tongue on my pussy as my orgasm tapers off, then presses a kiss to my cunt
He easily man-handles me, pulling me off his cock, making me whine
Turning me around, he puts me in his lap as he lays down, pleadingly
"Sit on my cock baby", he begs, his fingers gripping my hips so hard, "Fuck, I want to be inside you so badly. Want to feel you around me"
Fuck, is Jeon, Jungkook actually begging me
It's so goddamn hot
"Yeah? Is that what you want", I tease lovingly, leaning over him, pushing his hair from his forehead
His brown eyes stare at me intensely, biting his lip as he nods
"Please baby. I want you. Please, I waited for you for so long. Don't make me wait any more"
"I won't baby", I say softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips
I swear I will never get over how good his kiss is
He deepens the kiss, his tongue playing with mine as I hold his dick up, moving over him, aligning him to my hole
Sitting on his head, I push down trying to get him in
He's really fucking massive and I push down harder, feeling his fat cock stretch out my hole
It feels so fucking good
"Oh my fucking god", he cries, his head pushing back into the pillow, such pretty sounds coming from his mouth
I continue to slide down, my pussy watering his cock the more and more I get him in
"So tight! Baby, god your pussy is so tight", he pants, lifting his head slightly, watching my pussy take his cock, "Oh my god. So pretty. Your pussy's so pretty wrapped around my cock"
"You feel so good baby", I gasp
His cock is so fucking long, I haven't even bottomed him out yet
I move my hips in a circle, opening my pussy as much as I can around his thick cock
"Fuck, so pretty", he moans, "Pretty pussy moving on me. Wanna be stuffed inside you baby. Please, take all of me"
"I will baby", I assure him, holding onto his upper arms as I shove myself down
"Yes, yes yes!", he yells, "Oh my fucking god! Fuck"
His beautiful body shakes under me, pleasure all over his face
He's so fucking gorgeous
I finally bottom him out, taking all of his fat cock, moaning and feeling so fucking full
"Yes baby!", he yells, "So fucking good. God you feel so good. Throbbing so hard"
I am
My pussy is throbbing uncontrollably around his cock, we're such a snug fit with no room to spare
I've never taken a cock as massive as his but he feels so fucking amazing
"Please ride me baby", he begs, breathing hard, "Ride my cock. Please"
I nod, leaning on his abs getting ready
I'm so excited, knowing he's going to feel incredible
Pushing up, I slide up his long cock all the way to his head
"Yes yes yes", he moans, his tattooed fingers around my hips, looking so good gripping my skin like a life line
I slide back down, taking him all in in one shot, his cock splitting me open so widely, his head smashing my spot
"Jungkook, oh god", I cry
I move, bouncing up and down on his massive cock, somehow able to bottom him out with each move
And he's a complete moaning mess under me- panting, telling me how good I feel, moaning my name, sweat filling his hair and body, his body shaking with each slam down, gripping my hips so hard I know there's going to be pretty bruises
I watch him in massive pleasure, the sight such a turn on
I've never thought he'd be this way
He has such an aura of a dom and maybe he is but right now he's submitting to the pleasure
It's a beautiful sight
And he feels so fucking good, opening me so well, the drag of his cock making me shiver, making me so wet
I don't stop riding him, pumping my legs, wanting his cock buried inside me over and over
The sound of my skin hitting his is so loud in the room, I love hearing it
"Fuck baby", he murmurs, his eyes opening, staring at where we meet, "Your cunt is creaming my cock so much. Such a pretty mess"
"Mmm", I murmur, shivering as his head keeps hitting my spot over and over
"Want you to make a mess on my cock everyday", he begs, his eyes lifting to mine, "Please baby, promise you'll cream my cock everyday"
"I promise", I assure him, riding him hard, my fingers digging into his skin, "Gonna be on your cock all the time"
"Yes baby, yes", he whines, panting so hard
Each time I take him in, he hits my spot with his head, I get closer and closer to my orgasm
"So fucking tight!", he yells, "Fuck, want you to cum on me! Please baby, cum on me!"
"Sssss....soon", I murmur, continuing to play on his cock, right there
The next bounce has me seeing stars as I cum all over his beautiful cock
"Jungkook!", I cry, the ecstasy tsunaming over me, clenching his cock in a vice grip over and over
"Yes!", he screams, gasping for breath, "Yes, oh my god, you feel so good. Oh my god it feels so fucking good!"
The pleasure is so overwhelming, tears falling down my face as I grind and rock on his perfect cock
"Baby! Baby! Fuck!", he yells, tears of his own leaking from his eyes, "You feel so good. Oh god, it feels so fucking good when you cum!"
As the pleasure tapes off, I stop moving, gasping for breath, trying to get myself together after that mind shattering orgasm
Jungkook sits up, pulling me against him and flipping us over, my back slamming on the bed, his mouth against mine, tongue down my throat, cock still buried inside me
His arms move under my legs, pushing them to my chest and begins to pound his cock into me
I moan loudly in his mouth, my body shaking hard, the pure pleasure assaulting my body
"Gonna fuck you so good", he murmurs, "Fucking split your pretty pussy wide open every fucking day"
"Yes baby. Yes", I moan, my brain turning off from the pleasure he's giving me
"Pussy is so loud, so fucking wet. Drenching my cock, my lap, my bed. Fuck I love it", he pants, sitting on his knees, plunging his cock so deeply into me
I feel like my head is in the clouds, so fucked out from his perfect cock, tears flowing profusely from the bliss
He throws my legs over his shoulders, gripping my waist, lifting me up, his cock impaling me so fucking fast
"Gonna break this pussy on my cock", he growls, his eyes on his cock fucking me, "Fucking swallowing my cock so perfectly. I belong inside you baby"
I nod, gripping his wrists hard, "Yes Kookie! Yes"
His eyes lift to mine, "You belong wrapped around me. You're mine"
"Yes", I whisper, "I'm yours"
"I love you"
"I love you Kookie", I tell him
He leans over, kissing me hard and I fall into his kiss
When the kiss is over, he straightens up, fucking harder into me
I watch him fuck me and he's so goddamn hot
His abs tight as he moves, his chest flexing, his arms bulging, veins popping, concentration on his face
A fucking sex god
No doubt about it
"Need you to cum on me", he growls, "I need to feel you baby. I need it"
I pulse incessantly around him as I get closer and closer
"Yes baby", he grunts, "Pussy wants to cum. So tight for me. Throbbing so good. Cum for me baby"
His cock buries inside me, intense pleasure washing over me, blinding me as I scream loudly, coming the hardest I think I've ever cum
"Yes fuck", Jungkook screams, "Fuck, squirt on my cock baby. So fucking pretty!"
I'm vaguely aware that I'm squirting but I can't think through the bliss
"Feels so fucking amazing", he gasps for breath, "You're orgasms feel so good"
He keeps fucking into me, the pleasure lasting so long
I can't breathe, I'm sweating so much, my heart pounding in my chest as his cock barrels in over and over
"One more. One more", he chants, moving my legs around his waist, his thumb pressing into my clit, rubbing furiously, "Cum around my cock. Please baby, cum so I can. Wanna fill you with cum. Wanna fill my pussy with cum. Gonna let me fill you with cum?"
"Yes Jungkook!", I scream, falling head first into another mind shattering orgasm, right after my last one
Ecstacy takes over my body, uncontrollable shaking going through me
"Jungkook!", I scream, my throat raw, "Jungkook!"
I hear Jungkook scream my name, his cock throbbing, his hot sticky cum exploding inside me
I can feel every movement of his cock, every drop of his cum fill me and leak around us
I force my eyes open, the stunning sight of him coming knocking the breath from my lungs
Intense pleasure all over his face as he screams my name, tears flowing down his face, sweat dripping off him onto my skin, his body visibly shaking, his arms shaking as he desperately holds himself up
We finish together, both of us breathing hard as he pulls out, dropping on the bed next to me
I don't think I can move yet but Jungkook reaches out, taking my hand and pulling me to him
His strong muscular arms wrap around me, holding me to him, making me feel so safe and protected
Cuddling into him, I lay my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat
"I love you", he says softly
"I love you", I answer, hugging him tightly
"My baby. Fuck, I'm so happy you're mine", he says sleepily
"Me too Kookie. I'm happy you're mine"
"Mmm baby, nap time? I'm so tired"
I giggle, "Well we did fuck each other like animals"
"Yeah", he smiles, "Was so good"
"It was", I confirm
"We can do it again later?"
He's so cute, his eyes already closed, his voice so lazy
"Everyday baby, as much as you want"
"Mmm good"
I just giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, "Sleep baby. You're tired"
I sit up, grabbing the blanket that was pushed to the foot of the bed and pull it over us
As soon as I lay down, Jungkook, moves, laying half on me, his face in my neck, arms securely around my waist, his leg thrown over my hip
I giggle tiredly, kissing his forehead, holding him and closing my eyes, feeling so safe in his arms
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Iâm back đ!!!! Can I get a Juicy with prompt 18. Go Slow, 29. Give me attention and 36. Want a hug? Maybe something sexy with my sexy ass Puertorrican? Thank you!!!!
Welcome back Love!!!! Now you know I can't resist our Juice!!! Then to top if off with the wink gif!?!? *Stares for 10 minutes* Alright alright I am here to work magic so lets get to it! Something sexy with those prompts? I got you! As always 18+.
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Attention
"Juice are you listening?" questioned Jax in frustration as he caught Juice on his phone again. "Yup" replied Juice as he glanced up before his eyes drifted back to the screen. A small smile creeping onto his face as he saw your message - I need attention. NOW.- Along with another mirror photo showing your arched back and ass in his favorite lacy panties of yours. "What's so important?" started Tig as he snatched the phone from Juice. "Jesus Christ" he muttered as he handed the phone back.
Juice chuckled as he texted you back - Want a hug?- before closing his phone. "Your gonna learn one day. Your lucky she had anything on" he stated as Tig shot him a glare. "I don't appreciate how you have corrupted my only daughter that is a decent person" scolded Tig as the others laughed. "I'm innocent in this. Shes the one who corrupted me" replied Juice as he put his hands up as in defeat. "Enough" growled Jax with annoyance as he pinched his nose. "All of you just go. I can see we will get no where today" he added with a sigh.
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"So you want that hug or not?" called Juice as he stepped into your guys house toeing off his boots as he slipped out of his kutte. "A hug the best you can offer me?" you inquired as you stepped into the living room with a laugh. "I'm open to discussion" replied Juice as he looked over your naked body as he licked his lips. Tilting your head to the side as your eyes danced with mischief and lust. "I bet....I could hug you tighter than you can hug me" you replied lowly.
Juice nodded as he walked over to you yanking his thsirt off. The meaning of your words not lost on him as his brain got fuzzy with lust. "Is that so?" he replied as he put his hands on your hips and pulled you into his arms kissing you. "Mmhmm" you moaned as he pushed you into the wall and your hands snaked to his belt desperately wanting to eliminate the barrier between you two. "Not yet" whispered Juice as his lips ghosted the sensitive area of your neck as he grabbed your hands gently. "I'm going to go slow so you get all that attention you were wanting" he added as he nipped your neck making you whimper before carrying you to your bedroom.
Laying you down on the bed he climbed on top of you making you wrap your legs around his waist. "Going to start at the top and make my way down to those cute little toes. Left, right then the center" murmured Juice as he kissed down the left side of your neck as his fingers trailed a path down your left thigh.
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A New Friend
You bring home a stray kitten to Tommy; will he accept it?
Cute, no smut. Typical Tommy language. 781 words, short and sweet. one shot.
âHello love, how was your day?â Tommy asks as he walks through the front door. Taking off his coat and hanging it up, he walks to you sitting on the couch, oblivious to the new being lounging in your lap. Tommy never talks about his day; you suppose as to not burden you and keep you safe from his far from legal doings. But he always wants to know about yours, hanging onto every little detail. Even though compared to his day, yours was quite mundane, he never gets tired of hearing about it. As he comes closer and bends down to give you a kiss, he hears a soft mewing sound coming from your lap. Looking down he sees a small black kitten curled up, looking up at him with big yellow eyes.Â
âRight, whatâs this then?â tommy questions with a puzzled look on his face. You scratch the kitten behind the ears with a chuckle, âitâs a kitten tommy, havenât you seen one before? I found her on the street while out today and I just couldnât tell her no.â Tommy takes a breath. âA kitten is the last thing we need love. I know nothing about them. I'm a gangster for Christ's sake, what am I supposed to do with a cat?â Both you and the said cat look at him âTommy sheâll be my responsibility, you wonât even know sheâs here.â he rolls his eyes and kisses your forehead âYou said it, not me.âÂ
Days go by and tommy tries his best to ignore the kitten (now called Missy). The kitten on the other hand, is not having it. As he sits in his study after a long day by the fire, he feels something brushing up against his pant leg. âDamn cat,â he mumbles to himself, imitating you, âYou wonât even know sheâs here, Tommy.â Missy isnât letting up, demanding his attention. He tries his best to push her away with his foot, she just comes right back, eventually jumping into his lap startling him almost dropping his glass of whiskey. âFucking hell, what do you want cat?â Missy looks at him, purring softly, demanding to be pet. They share eye contact for a bit, neither relenting. Tommy isnât used to anything or anyone defying him, much less a four-pound kitten. Â
âTo be so small, you dare and come around Tommy Shelby with your demands, eh?â he asks her as she makes herself at home on his lap, finally content with herself. Tommy sighs, finally realizing she isnât leaving until she is ready. Just as he attempts to raise his hand in an attempt to touch her, thereâs a knock at the door. You quietly walk in, a worried look on your face. âSorry Tommy, but have you seen Missy? Iâve been looking everywhere?â Just then Missy raises her head, hearing her name. A smile breaks out on your face when you see the two spending time together. âWell look at this, the great feared Tommy Shelby is a cat person.â he rolls his eyes, âMore like sheâs as stubborn as you, wonât take no for an answer. Come get your silly cat.â Missy mews in protest as she is lifted off Tommyâs lap and into your arms. âWhatever you say dear, but I think sheâs taken a liking to you.â You chuckle as you leave the room. âCome to bed when youâre ready darling.â Â
Many hours pass, his whiskey bottle empty, sleep invading his thoughts as he makes his way upstairs to bed. He reaches your shared room, watching you sleep, thinking to himself how lucky he is. Just as he strips down and pulls back the covers, he hears a soft mumbling sound. Missy has invaded the bed and is on his side, beating him to it. He runs his hand through his hair. âSorry cat, but you are not stopping me from lying with my woman.â He picks her up and puts her at the foot of the bed, climbing in. You turn to him feeling the bed move. âShe was just keeping your spot warm for you.â you mumble softly as his arm snakes around you pulling you close. He smiles down at you âOh is that it eh?â he asks mouth against your soft hair. Â
Just as Tommy falls asleep, he feels something nudge the arm he has around you. Sighing, he slightly raises his arm just enough to let Missy in the embrace. âDamn cat,â he groans, âYou tell anyone about this, youâll wind up in the cut.â Missy just purrs in response, pleased that she has won over the big scary gangster. For tonight at least
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Entrail of faith â König x f!reader
part 2!!!!!!!! part 2 part 2 part 2!!!
pt.1 is here
I would like to state that I'm literally just throwing myself into this and letting the thoughts blurb; so if it seems messy, loose, or unorganized its bc I am trying my best :) sorry in advance for anything that may seem plot-holey, geographically incorrect, etc. please feel free to comment on my use of language, setting, wtvâ I love feedback and want you guys to enjoy it!!!
this one is also a bit longer tee-hee, and also more revoling around you!
cw: more of konig being a stalker, more talk of kidnap and the like, very brief mention of a daddy kink/use of daddy as a title (its more of a sugar baby kinda way, but hes also just gross), he wants to take full advantage of you, he is very nasty but he loves you so :3
no sex.. yet.
You were a smart girl, but maybe if you were a smarter girl, you wouldn't find yourself staring at an empty message logâ thumbs dancing over the screen while you gnaw, and gnaw, and gnaw at that pretty lower lip.
It's insane of you, you think. Giving salt to the interest of a stranger, a man who was clearly dangerousâ could so obviously kill you given the chanceâ one you'd caught glances of during your shifts, always seeming to show up only when you work.. Butâ Christ.
 The years had not been kind, and being a girl settling into her early twenties, a totally foreign land to start a new life inâ not a single soul to keep her warmâ well, it embeds a certain sense of desperation. Perfect for men like König. Who, of course, could barely handle a woman under any legitimate means.
Inexperience dripped off of you like a waning ooze, glistening with incompetence for what you could be experiencingâ a misted perfume that engulfed you, an aura that "spooked" most anyone anywhere near your age. It kept you at lengthy reach from others, and plastic toys had become your only solace in the pariah'ed life you've lived.
Not him, though, it drew him inâ and he could taste it on his tongue, swirl it against his gums and swallow like the loveliest shot of Jager. You would be his favorite spirit to indulge in, and all you needed to do was speak.
He already knew your name, of course he did; so when you texted himâ confirming that, yes, this was the cute girl from the diner, and frivolously providing your sweet name in your flusterâ it didn't surprise him, but it did make him purr with satisfaction. You were so much closer now, so much easier to bend to his will than you could imagine.
Retirement wouldn't be too bad, it seemed.
Perfect, actually, when he really thought about it. Enough savings in the bank to keep him comfortable until he died of old age, or took an unexpected bullet in the neck; and with the added addition of you? Oh, he was going to bask in heaven's light every night. God had sent him his very own angelâ maybe he'd pray, just to say thanks.
He wasn't worried about you not liking himâ no, not a bit. It wasn't a choice in his mind, either you liked him, or you didn't⊠and what he had in mind for if you didn't â well.. it was a particularly nasty thing, and he certainly wasn't bringing it up in therapy. Lest he enjoy the comfort of a solitary, padded room with a jacket to match his confinementâ maybe even a damp cell, if they felt so generous.
He was going to have you, whether he had to chain you up in his basement, chain you to his bed post, adorn you with a proximity collarâ it didn't. matter.
He was going to have you, and you would have himâ a smart girl like you would understand, right? He only wants what's best for you.
That's why he followed you home tonight. Silly girl, don't you know you should take the trolley? There's so many bad, scary men out hereâ you're lucky he watches your every step, and memorizes the direct path to your home from the shadows, someone could hurt you, sweet girlâ and he'd have to make a mess, just for you.
He even watched as you poised your fingers to text him, that sharp sight was a blessingâ and observing you as you gnaw at your bottom lip until it swelled was stored into a deep, dark part of his mind for later. Ever still, he found it so amusing how oblivious you wereâ you should really scan your surroundings more.
Though, when he made it to your homeâ he found a deep frown tugging at him. Oh, this simply would not do. This was not the place to be for his princess, his darling girlâ no, not at all.
This rundown complex was much too grimy for one as stunning as you, everything paled in comparison to youâ of course it did, nothing mattered like youâ but this was just.. sad, nobody as lovely as you deserved to be so impoverished. The dappled foundation, the assumed stench of cigarettes that must cling to the walls withinâ he had to get you out of there, and fast.
He almost considered marching in right then, ripping you from the safety of your supposed "home"â but he knew better of it. You needed to be won delicately, you were so sweet, but wracked with nerves like a stumbling fawnâ one wrong move, a step too quick, and you'd boltâ he could smell fear, and you held it like a cross to bear. That didn't keep him from feeling angry, however.
He was going to pray, offer thanks, but not anymore. No gracious lord would allow such divinity to suffer like thisâ no self-proclaimed "God of Man" would allow their subject to wallow in such filth. His sweet girl, he was going to give you much moreâ so much more than this. He would do what God had failed to. He would help you to understand the divinity of manâ and what he had to offer. Father was roiling in his grave at the sacrilege.
That was a nice piece to chew on as he walked back to his carâ of course he parked elsewhere, home was much too far to walk fromâ stuck in a wish-washy daydream of you worshipping him, kneeled at his feet and devoted just as you should be. He'd make it better, he'd make it all better, you need only give him time.
â What are you doing tomorrow night, maus?
He texts, already churning with ideas. Most of them are to capture you, of course, but we've established thisâ we can't do this. However, he is on the more mundane side of things, wondering how he can somehow pay your rent for a few monthsâ or atleast until he can coax you out of that fucking hellscape in the worst part of town. Regardless, totally normal, gentleman-like, things.
â I work a shift from 17:30-21:00 tmrw night :( but I'll be free after work!!
You're even cute with the way you text, so fitting of youâ it makes him chuckle, especially with how quickly you'd replied. In his mind, you're hovering over the phone, jumping at every notification in hopes of it being him.
â No worries, little one, I'd like for you to get your rest. Maybe I could walk you home tomorrow, get to know each other?
He's as articulate as ever, feeling as if you'd appreciate his use of grammar and pronunciationâ he hopes you read books, he'd buy you a million books, make you read to him while he bounced you on his kneeâ maybe you'd call him daddy, if he spoiled you enough. He had so many plans for you, it almost made his head hurt, though his cock absorbed most of his rushing blood.
â That would be lovely :)
It would be, wouldn't it? He'd already walked you home now, you just hadn't known it (you'd never know,) and he'd be able to spend tomorrow evening staring at you the whole timeâ hence why he memorized the path, and for.. other reasons; but those weren't currently relevant, now were they?
â Good. See you then, Engel.
He could see you now, punching these little nicknames into a poorly guided translatorâ the blush smattering across your soft little cheeks, your eyes creasing as you couldn't help that smileâ God, even the small things about you made his palms itch. He was so excited to have you, hold you, touch and use you when he got close enough. It wouldn't be long now.
He was always so good at planning things.
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The following evening was a rampage. A festival, perhaps, had ripped through the small townâ something about music, either way, the streets were eruptive with fervor.
You, just starting out here, are not well accustomed to this area's culturesâ and when the cafĂ© becomes swamped? Well, you're definitely fritzing for some form of substance. Anything to keep a smile on your face while grown adults trash your place of work, and the surrounding area, in a drunken wake. For crying out loud, you barely knew the language here, and people tend to forget any English instruction they've had once a fiery drink hits their system.
Austria. It'd be the death of you.
Forced to close early due to the messâ much to the dismay of drunk, middle-aged men looking for something greasy to fill their mawsâ the last hour of your day was spent putting a rag to the wall, the floors, the windows; anything your mind could think of, it had to be cleaned. Tired was an understatement, and 'aching' could not be a severe enough adjective for the sensation settling in your joints.
Maybe if you were a more aggressive person, you'd take it out on your manager. Take a bottle of bleach and splash it in his eyes, maybe a bit of strangulationâ that was always on the forefront of your conciousâ and especially now, as he stood outside and lackadaisically sweeped at the "dirty" corner the building sat on. The lazy fuck, can't even make a proper payrollâ the bleach sounded a bit more enticing.
You of course shove these thoughts into the supply closet, along with all the other cleaning products that had been collected from their strewn about positions across the diner. It was almost time to go home, maybe ten minutes or soâ and you were getting paid for your last hour, come hell or high water. Rent didn't pay itself, and you almost wish you hadn't treated yourself last night to delivery with that tip König slipped to youâ could've been handy.
If only you knew how he was itching to have you practically keep his wallet, you'd find out soon anyways.
You stood behind the bar, leaned into it with a placid expression on your faceâ slumped and tired, and there was no taming your hair. You partially wanted to cancel the little walk you had so eagerly agreed too, but thought better of itâ exhaustion ate at you, however, almost in an irritable sense. The urge to cancel just got stronger, and stronger.
Until he was spotted down the street, that almost completely soured your moodâ had not the very sight of him set your pulse to palpitate uncomfortably quick. You took a minute to really observe him, at least from a far. He was giant, no doubt about itâ regardless of your size or shape, he dwarfed you, and he didn't have to be up close and personal to tell.
His face was mostly obscured, little black mask hanging across his featuresâ this time around though, no sunglasses to hide his eyesâ you were fluttering with excitement at the thought of someone's eyes, Jesus, you're kinda weird. Desperate girl, aren't you?
Regardless, he seemed a bit more.. exposing of himselfâ and, he was here before the agreed time, like an actual fucking man would do.
Huh, maybe the big giant wasn't a bad choice.
Maybe you just didn't know him well enough.
â Schatz! Nice to see you..
He was warm, inviting. If you didn't have sense in your head, you'd climb into his strong-looking arms, beg him to carry you home like a whiny childâ of course, you didn't. Only offering him a smile, and taking his arm as he offered itâ the sight making your heart stir a little more.
â Nice to see you too, König. I hope it wasn't too much trouble getting here, I know it's a mess out here right now.
You laugh, but you feel almost guilty for making him come all this way. Yes, he offered, yes, he came here anywaysâ but Innsbruck during a music festival wasn't exactly.. controlled, and he didn't seem to be the type to like crowds. Something you understood, and sensed very quickly.
â Nonsense, even more of a reason for me to accompany you, little one. Keep you safe.
He gives your arm a squeeze with his free hand, it's soft, gentleâ so unexpected from hands that looked as if they could rip your throat out. A frisson of heat creeped it's way up your spine. You'd never been the type to depend on someone, or need someoneâ but hearing him speak that way.. it was definitely flipping some form of switch inside you.
â You're very kind.
You hum in response, taking a step closer to him as you walkedâ and he kept his eyes on you the whole time, the route burned into his mind. Though, your phrase did not fall on deaf earsâ and he had to keep himself from shoving his tongue down your throat right thereâ you cannot say things like that to him, you are too good and pure.
â To you, at the very least.
â Why's that?
â Why not?
Banter could be good for the soul, and you almost felt desperate when he looked down to youâ eyes creasing from what could only be a smirk. You felt flustered under his gaze, small and compact, but.. safe. Watched over, and protected.
Something about his eyes, his demeanorâ the way he so graciously walked you along and made sure you didn't step on a single crack or bump in the sidewalkâ it tip, tip, tipped you over into a fuzzy headspace you hadn't felt before. Something small, something compact, something malleable.
â Dunno. Men aren't usually kind.
â Boys, then. You are much too beautiful to be handled by a boy.
You cocked a brow at his statement, an amused chuckle leaving your tired lips. He was a strange man, no doubt caring, but even you could tell he harbored thingsâ kept himself from saying and doing things that might be taken incorrectly, or be downright abhorrent. You should be afraid of him, you should run for the hills and scream for help, you should sense the predator who already has his claws dug deep into your skin.Â
But you don't, and you don't think you ever would.
Call it string theory, call it hope, call it desperation or an offered entrailâ but you placed faith in him, praying that he wouldn't make decorations of your gutsâ because something more spoke to you, something outside of the two of you held you together steadfast. Mother had always told you to heed universal implications.
â Are you from around here, König?
â Nein, places like this..? eh, not my style. The mountains are much quieter, prettier.
Just how far had this guy traveled? Innsbruck had mountains, yeah, but it wasn't the most secluded of placesâ quiet didnt exist here. You had to gauge that maybe he blew in from Salzburg, it got less noisy and more rocky the further you went along the North chain. Either way, it was clear to you now that he wasn't just strolling about, he definitely had an agenda.
â Mm. Quite right, starting to regret settling down in such a busy area. I've always enjoyed the quiet.
â Agreed.. What brings you to Austria, Maus?
A good question, a fine one. You didn't know, you got a lump sum from a dead relativeâ and took off running. America never suited you, and the country was falling to ruins; what would you have stayed for?
â Something refreshing.
â ..And that is..?
â Sights, sounds, self-recognition- I'm unsure, but it's better than home.
He seemed to understand that, a knowing hum vibrating through the berth of his chest. He curled your arm closer to his body, your hip brushing against him as he took an even, slow paceâ clearly difficult for him, but you could only move so fast.
The closeness felt nice in that moment, like it was unnecessary to share wordsâ just enough had been said. It was a different sensation flowing through you. Yes, to be frank, you'd been lusting over him since he gave you his numberâ a little attention can go a long wayâ but it was different. That feeling of safety was blanketed with anotherâ familiarity.
â Any family, libeling?
â Estranged, haven't spoken to them in years.
Another knowing hum, but it was followed by an amused soundâ a chuckle. If the melancholy of the fact hadn't been refreshed, the sound would've made you pounce like a starved animal. He was attractive as all hellâ and you didn't even need to see his full face.
â What's funny?
You try not to sound offended, you aren't, not really. Though, his amusement is of interest to you.
â Nothing, I assure you. It just seems that you and I are very similar. You are an interesting little thing.
â Ha! I'm as face value as they come, I promise you that.
â Don't be so humble, it's unnecessary for a lovely girl like you. I'll be the judge of that.
It was almost as if he was scolding you, but you brushed it off with an amused huff of airâ leaning into his shoulder as he walked you along. You could stop his heart with such a thing, you saw him so much differently than others, didn't you? What a rare girl you were.
He wound an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into him. He was surprised by his own boldness, but the energy you held was so.. comforting, something in his core shook at the sensationâ like a blockage finally being relieved. It could only get sweeter when you returned the gentle grasp, slipping an arm over his slender back.
â I.. this made my night better. Thank you.
You blushy little angel, of course, of course, anything for you. Oh, he needed to give you the world. He'd start a war for youâ his very own Helen of Troy.
â Of course, sweet girl. Need to make sure you get home safe and happy, ja?
You laugh and squeeze his side, and he's pushing down another round of nasty thoughts like burning tequila. You have him chomping at the bit for every artifice of your affection.
â Such a gentleman..
â As I was raised to be, Schatz.
It burns him when he has to drop you off at that complex.. again. He wants nothing more than to take you home, invite you to a bed much-too-big, suffocate you in thread counts your wallet couldn't fathomâ but it was much too soon, and you were much too angelic for him to ever want to spook you.
It burns you in turn, looking up at him with a shy smile. You want to invite him in, have him over for the nightâ but it seems you both agree on the terms of "much too soon", and you can't help but feel insecure at the.. state.. of your livingspace. It's nothing lavish, and it's moorishâ maybe some other time.
â We should do this again.. I enjoyed this.
â I agree, liebling. Let me know when you work next, hm? Or maybe when you're free, I'll come visit you.
He made you feel as blushy as a school-girl, like you were a gift wrapped in fine bows just for him.
â I'll send you my schedule.
â Guten MĂ€dchen.. I'll see you later then.
And, as if the gods had their hands on your shoulders, he leaned inâ pulling his mask down just enough to kiss the top of your head before swiftly moving it back into place, and giving your cheek a quick brush with his thumb. Your skin was on fire, that cheek was never getting washed again.
Good fucking God, coming undone at the smallest touch, are we?
â Goodnight-! Get home safe..
He was already halfway down the block, damn, he's fast.
You're already getting obsessed, damn, he's good.
#konig x reader#könig cod#cod mwii#Cod#könig mw2#könig modern warfare#König my beloved#My nasty man#the only guy ever#chorizoaspeaks#f!reader#reooreewww I want him
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do you have a part 2 planned to the jealously v.v fic? because đ people would kill for a jealous smut
mine. | v.v
villeâs jealousy doesnât take much to rear its ugly head. and you know it.
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), enough possessiveness to kill a man, getting walked in on, blatant exhibitionism
word count: 7.7k (sorry!!! plot!!!)
a/n: this isnât exactly a pt. 2, but it is a jealous smut! sorry it took so long to get to this ask but this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so here you go :)
tags: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife @valos-venus-doom @ghoulishguns @4377666 @d34c1
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Sometimes, you wondered how the hell Ville had so many 'friends'. All around the world, wherever you went together, he always knew somebody. And, tonight in Amsterdam, he apparently knew a lot of people. He insisted they weren't his friends, because Ville was about the opposite of a people person, and yet they acted like long lost brothers when they'd all seen each other after HIM's show.
And, of course, you were the only girl in the entire apartment that we had migrated to for the night. Everyone else was either a member of a band you'd never heard of or was a tattoo artist of some kind, and everyone was either ridiculously trashed or smelled ridiculously bad.
So yeah. The night was going great.
You were currently sitting on a couch with what had been Ville and some dude that he'd apparently done shows with on HIM's first ever tour, but Ville kept getting up, so you kept being left alone with his grimy friend. Who clearly had a thing for you, because every time Ville would get up for something, his arm would move to rest on the back of the couch behind your head.
"Iâve never seen a woman that could hold real drinks like you can.â Sometimes men made you wonder how they ever caught any game. This guy especially, considering how many times heâd tried lines on you in the short amount of time Ville had been away from your side.
"How many women have you seen?" You were trying to hold an unbothered tone despite being extremely uncomfortable and extremely close to snapping on this guy, but you couldn't help but make a tiny, unnoticeable dig. He leaned into the arm behind you a little more, and you silently prayed that Ville would come back with the drink he had left to go get soon.
"I'm around one right now. I'm just saying, I'm impressed." He grinned like he'd just nailed the best compliment ever given, and all you did was sigh and take a long sip of your drink as you looked away from him again.
"Thanks." Great. Your drinking skills had impressed someone that probably shot up on his weekends. You didn't want to think too hard about what that had to say about you.
"So, how long have you and Ville been together?" Jesus Christ. It seemed like men who assumed girls would fuck them just because they were confident never had any humility. It made you glad you had ended up dating the man who was about as uninterested in using his lead-singer position to impress or manipulate as one could possibly get.
"A few years. So uh, pretty serious." You said, giving him a pointed look and then glancing at his arm where it was getting painfully close to being around your shoulders. He obviously didn't take the hint, and it felt like he was only leaning in closer.
"Yeah? Where'd he go?" That was clearly a pointed statement, and as you leaned a little bit away whilst considering how much of a problem it would cause if you just nailed this fucker right in the face, you suddenly spotted your saving grace coming back into the living room as he loudly talked to some other dude that was in the same band as the guy sitting next to you. You breathed out a sigh of relief as you pointed right towards Ville.
"He's right there." Your movement seemed to draw Ville's attention, and as soon as he was actively looking in your direction, you gave him a look that pleaded for him to get you out of the situation that he had left you in. As soon as his eyes moved from you to the guy sitting ridiculously close by this point, he stopped talking and his jaw squared. You immediately felt the guy's arm withdraw from behind you when he followed where you were pointing.
"Oh, uh...Jesus. He really knows how to sneak up on a fucker." He tried to play his nervousness off with a laugh, but you could see him subtly moving away from you with every step that Ville took towards the both of you. "Hey, man! Did you bring beers for all of us?"
"It's for her. Get fucking lost." He had shifted into full death-stare mode, and he was standing directly in front of the guy with a beer in each hand. You held a hand over your mouth to cover your grin as the guy spluttered in the face of your boyfriend looming over him.
"Whatâ"
"Get fucking lost. You're in my spot." This time Ville motioned aggressively for him to get up, and you had never seen a person move faster in your life as he shot up from the couch. Ville shouldered him as the guy walked past, muttering something you couldn't hear before he was replacing his spot on the couch and immediately wrapping his arm around your shoulders with that stare still on his face. "And don't fucking look over here, either."
Once again, you had your hand over your mouth to hide your beaming grin, and the guy just tried to act like he was scoffing Ville's snap at him off before he walked away.
"You should've came and got me." Ville said through his teeth as he opened your beer for you before handing it over. You rested your cheek against his shoulder, thankful to have him back next to you again so that you weren't stuck alone surrounded by kind-of disgusting rockstars.
"I mean, what do you expect, babe? I'm the only girl in this entire apartment right now." You said calmly, not really all that affected by it now that Ville was next to you again. He only let out a huff.
"I don't give a shit. It makes me want to fucking kill someone when you get that look on your face." He said tightly, referring to the uncomfortable look youâd given him when he'd come into the living room. You leaned up to kiss his cheek, smiling against his skin.
"You're so sweet." You cooed, noticing that despite the fact that you were giving him a kiss, he in no way acknowledged you or even glanced in your direction. Upon following his gaze, you realized that he could still see the guy that had now moved to the kitchen, and he was still staring. You ran a hand over his hair. "Ville. Honey, relax. It's okay."
"No it's not. No one needs to be getting that close to you." He muttered, finally looking at you when you continued to push his hair back out of his face and behind his ears. "I'm surprised you put up with it for that long."
"Well, he's your friend. I didn't want to start a big thing." You shrugged, wrapping your arm around his shoulders so that you could be closer to him where his was still wrapped around yours while you drew your legs up to your chest. He spat out a scoff at that.
"That dick is not my fucking friend. And even if he was, I still wouldn't care. You could punch Mige if he ever got that close and I'd understand." He insisted, speaking fast and harshly out of hatred. "I shouldn't have brought you here. I promise I won't leave you until we're ready to go."
Thankfully, with every beer that he drank, Ville seemed to lose interest in his proclaimed worst enemy for the night, and you finally felt able to relax as he slowly gave up the hatred that had been brimming inside of him. That was, until Mige showed up with an apprehensive look on his face.
âUhâŠIâve got something you probably want to know.â He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced back toward the kitchen. You let out a sigh as Ville perked up at that, his hand slipping under your shirt to rub your lower back where his arm had moved to wrap loosely around your waist. He was clearly trying to relax you, but you had already noticed the way he was heating up all over again. It didnât take much. Mige motioned for you to lean in like he was going to tell you a secret.
"You know Esa? The drummer who used to huff spray paint?" He said, motioning back like you were going to see him standing right behind him. You immediately felt Ville fully stiffen next to you before he was wrapping his arm around your shoulders and almost around your neck as a result, and using your innate ability to pick up context clues, you assumed that Esa was who had been sitting next to you on the couch.
"What. What the fuck did he do." All of that animosity that had been in Ville's voice 15 minutes ago had come violently shooting back, and you rolled your eyes as you shoved your fingers between you and Ville's arm so that he wasn't squeezing you so tight and possessively.
"He is talking ridiculous amounts of shit about you in the kitchen. Things that we wouldn't even say." Mige announced, shaking his head as he said it. His tone of voice told me he didn't exactly feel great about saying that in the face of what was becoming Ville's furious stare. "And he's uh...talking about your 'hot ass' girlfriend."
Ville immediately moved like he was going to stand up, but you stopped him with a tight hand on his arm, giving him a look that warned him not to act impulsively. Ville usually lost sight of his senses when he was even the slightest bit irritated. Especially when it involved you.
"Y/n, let me go." He was speaking through his teeth, and he pulled in your grasp but not actually standing up. Mige watched this with amusement in his eyes but didnât yet interject as you bickered back and forth with your overzealous boyfriend.
"You promised you wouldn't leave me again, so don't." You warned, tipping your head so that you could give him a death stare. "Take a fucking pill, Ville. Everything is fine."
"Yeah. Take a fucking pill, Ville." Mige goaded, snickering when he saw Ville force himself to relax under your direction. Ville did, however, reach out his long leg and kick Mige's chair back a good foot or so.
This was clearly not working for calming Villeâs nerves, and you sighed before excusing both him and yourself to give him some space to decompress. You knew he was more than antsy, and that the incident with Esa had thrown him off indefinitely for the night, so you were quick to get him alone for everyone elseâs sake.
So, a few minutes later in the bathroom, you turned on him with an unimpressed look on your face.
"What's wrong, honey?" You asked, biting the bullet because he clearly looked both incurably miserable and uneasy. He immediately spun around so that he was fully facing you.
"I want to strangle that fucking cunt and then drown him in a puddle of my fucking piss." He spat, one fist clenching while he jabbed a finger back towards where the party was still going on past the bathroom door with his other hand. You snorted at that.
"That's really descriptive. Thank you." You said painfully, taking his hand where it was balled up in a fist and gently uncurling his fingers. "We can go if you've had enough."
"I'm not that much of a bitch." He sighed woefully, letting his hand fall limply at his side once you'd undone his angry fist and then continuing to mope as you moved behind him to press yourself against his back and wrap your arms around his hips over his belt.
"If it makes you feel any better, heâs really fucking ugly." You mumbled as you slipped your hands under his shirt to rub your warm palms over his even warmer stomach. Ville chuckled half-heartedly at that, a soft sigh escaping his lips at your touch.
"I'm not really a looks man." His joke came out dryly, but you laughed regardless, wishing you were tall enough to rest your chin on his shoulder but instead settling for your cheek resting against his shoulder blade.
"Let me rephrase. I'm only going to suffer through drunk party sex with one man tonight, and it certainly isn't Esa." You hummed, letting your hands fall still around his abdomen as you hugged him tightly and leaned up as high as you could go so that you could press a kiss right over the tattoo on the back of his neck. "Think horny instead of hateful, please."
"Ah, you always know the way to my heart, my love." He seemed to lighten a little bit at the word 'horny' leaving your mouth, because he was nothing if not someone who took an opportunity, and he quickly turned in your grasp with a soft smile on his face. "Am I being too much?"
"I think the 'piss puddle' part did it. You need to fucking relax and stop letting everything bend you out of shape." It had been too long of a day for you to word that nicely, but he usually didn't take the hint until he was forced to, so that actually worked well in your favor. He leaned down to kiss you when you slid a hand up to the back of his head to encourage him to do so, but his eyes were still troubled.
"I just fucking hate it that I can't even introduce you to anyone I know without feeling like I'm feeding you to a goddamn wolf's den." He complained, fisting a possessive hand in your hair as he looked down at you with a deep frown. You cooed, rubbing your thumb over his cheek where you were still cupping his jaw.
"Honey, I promise you're making it out worse than it really is. They're all men in their 20s. No man in his 20s comes on to women appropriately." You reassured, giving him a look because he was the pinnacle of that statement. A hint of a coy grin moved to his lips then, and he tucked his face further against your touch.
"It's a daily heartache to be so in love with the most beautiful woman to ever have been created, you know that? I get tired from having to keep back the hoards." He spoke in the verge of whining, and you full-on laughed at that, because he was sweet. Eternally grumpy, but so sweet.
âAre you going to be able to breathe normally out there? Iâm really fine with leaving.â You reiterated, letting your hand drop because you knew you couldnât stay cooped up in a bathroom forever. He blew out a scoff.
âYes. Iâm fine.â
However, he was not in fact fine. Because the second you and Ville re-emerged into the party, you were inexplicably being dragged to the kitchen. You knew he was lying when he said he needed another drink, and you settled with the fate that he was probably looking for Esa. All of your soothing had been for nothing, apparently.
âPlease donât. I donât want to be a part of a fight.â You complained as Ville led you into the kitchen, stepping around couples standing way too close together to get to the drinks as you watched your boyfriendâs eyes scan the room. He just waved you off.
âI just want to talk to him.â He reassured, his words coming up empty because you could so clearly see the animosity building in his eyes once again. You frowned skeptically.
âIâm getting another beer. Leave me out of it. Seriously.â
You stepped apart from Ville then, letting him do whatever the fuck you clearly couldnât stop him from doing as you genuinely just tried to find another beer. You were starting to wish this night would just end, because you knew it was right on the verge of turning into a shitshow, but this had mostly been for Ville. It wasnât often you were in Amsterdam long enough to stop and say hi to anybody, and a good portion of the people at this party were truly his good friends.
But Ville had never been one to quit. And the âhot ass girlfriendâ comment that Mige had relayed to the both of you was clearly digging deep, because within a few seconds of searching around, you had lost him completely.
And, just your luck, someone else appeared to take his place.
And that someone else was Esa.
âAre you looking for the beer?â He seemed to sense your irritable confusion in such an overpacked house, but you could see that same hungry look in his eyes as he pointed you in the right direction. âI can make you something special, if you would be so inclined.â
âNo thanks. Iâm cutting off soon.â You lied, because you knew that youâd watch Esa lose limbs if Ville were to walk up on someone who was so deeply on his nerves making his girlfriend a âspecialâ drink. You werenât going to encourage what you knew was going to be Villeâs overly-dramatic protective behavior, and you certainly werenât going to add to it, either.
âRelax. You know, Iâve heard Valoâs girlfriends all do whatever the fuck they want because he never pays attention.â Well, itâs not like he was making it easy for you not to encourage what you knew was going to be a shit-storm when Ville finally found you. You also knew it wouldnât take long for him to lose his shit.
âWell, Valoâs only got one girlfriend now, and Iâd watch yourself with saying he never pays attention.â You said uninterestedly, starting to rip open a new case of European beer and silently wishing that Ville just didnât have any friends at all. If he was just a little more bitchy, you would never have to go to these parties and play nice with rockstars who knew no boundaries.
âWhat? Is he supposed to scare me just because heâs your boyfriend or something?â The thought seemed to amuse Esa, but his laughing was short-lived when suddenly it felt as if a shadow had fallen over the both of you. You didnât even have to look to your side to see who was there.
"What the fuck is that goddamn funny?â Oh yeah. Ville was pissed. And clearly in one of those moods that you knew always led to you breaking up a fistfight. You pushed a gentle hand against Villeâs chest where he was starting to swoop in on Esa like a vulture.
"Just go sit back down. I'll be back in a minute." You reassured, wishing that your fingers could get at the beer box faster to get you (and Ville) out of the goddamn kitchen.
"No. He can stay. If itâll make you feel less insecure, Valo." And here started the dick measuring contest that youâd been doing your best to avoid. Ville bristled at that statement, and promptly got right in the way of you trying to get more beer. He was too busy glaring over your shoulder, however, and you had to shoulder him to the side because he ignored all your other attempts to get him to move.
"This is all shit fucking beer." Ville clearly pretended that he was talking to himself, but he was talking loud enough for the entire kitchen to hear. Esa scoffed and retorted something you couldnât hear, but you were more focused on the fact that as you bent over to just grab a beer from an open box of a shittier brand, you felt Villeâs hand on your ass. You let out another huff.
"Go save our spot, Ville." You said tightly as you reached your foot back to nudge him away from you with your heel in his thigh. However, the conversation about you was continuing on without you, and Esa only spat his response to Villeâs insult towards his beer.
"Then maybe you should get out of the kitchen and stop following Y/n around like a fucking bitch." He crooned, shaking his head as he took a step closer to Ville. "You're right up my fucking ass."
"I'll get out of yours as soon as you get out of hers." Ville shot back, getting about three times as close as Esa had just as you stood back up with two beers in hand. "Did no one ever teach you how to shut your fat fucking mouth once in a while?"
"Enough! You both need to shut your fat fucking mouths." You cut that shit really quick where you could see it nearing violent territory, jabbing a finger first at Ville and then in between both of them. "Might as well whip your dicks out now and grab a measuring tape."
"I'm just saying, if you can bear to put your eyes anywhere other than her tits, then I'd be happy to drink your shit beer." Ville completely ignored you, as to be expected, and you quickly grabbed his wrist tightly where he had his arms crossed before starting to forcibly pull him away from the kitchen.
"You and I need to talk. Right fucking now." You snarled through your teeth, not giving either Esa nor Ville a chance to get another word in edgewise as you headed towards the hall. You were praying the first door you saw was unoccupied, because you really didn't feel like going in on Ville in the bathroom, and you let out a breath of relief when you opened the door to an empty bedroom.
"You're hurting my fucking arm." Ville complained as he came into the guest room after you, looking completely unbothered when you slammed the door behind him about as hard as you could.
"I don't give a shit!" You let yourself boil over for a second, throwing a hand in the air as you stared at him with my eyes wide. "Are you seriously that immature that you needed to talk about my tits to some dick Iâve never met? Do you have no consideration for how I feel about you saying things like that?"
"Y/n, I understand that you like to live life pretending that all the men around you aren't objectifying you, but I can't stand it. If he's looking at you like he wants to bend you over the counter, then I'm going to say something." Ville replied hotly, giving you a look that basically said what do you want me to do about it. "And don't even try to give me a face about it. I know you knew he was doing it."
"Yes, I did know he was doing it. But causing a scene and making me look like an object that youâre battling for doesnât help." You groaned as you dropped down on the suspiciously unmade bed behind you, raking your fingers through your hair. "The more attention you give someone, the more theyâre going to do it."
"So what am I supposed to do, then? Stand there and fucking smile while he takes mental pictures of your tits and ass to jerk it to later?" Ville asked, speaking crudely as he stepped a little further forward so that he was standing directly in front of you. You glared up at him.
"Ville." You didn't need the image of some grimy stoner jacking off to mental pictures of you in your head. "One of you shared a bed with me every night and the other one only knows my name. I donât understand how youâre worried."
"I'm not worried. You're just mine." He spoke possessively, and a simple glance forward where his crotch was basically right in your face told you what territory this was steadily veering into. "I just don't think he knows that well enough."
"Once again, I'm not a possession. You don't own me between the two of you." Youâd reminded him many times how irritating it was when he acted like he was defending his property, and yet he never seemed to listen. He reached down and grabbed your chin roughly between his fingers, that infamous stare trained heavily on you.
"Your pussy is certainly fucking mine. I know he knows that." He said lowly, giving you a look that dared you to say otherwise. You just stared back at him with your lips parted slightly, unable to move your head with how hard he was keeping you in place. He pouted his lips at you just slightly. "You know that, right?"
You didn't speak, just nodded slowly as he let you go enough to do so. You knew that all he was thinking about was the thought of you only being his, and you could tell by the fact that his cock was starting to strain against the fabric of his jeans that it was working. And well, at that.
He let you go then, jaw clenching just for a second before his hand came to the outline of his hard-on in his jeans, rubbing slightly as he eyed you with hungry eyes.
"I have to give Esa credit. You are fucking perfect. Every part of you." He said, reaching out and grabbing your chin to tilt upwards so that you were forced to draw your eyes away from where he was palming himself through his pants. "Lie down."
"Baby, this bed is so gross." You mumbled, motioning to the stained sheets and ripped up comforter that you knew without a doubt had seen some questionable things. He shrugged off his coat then, eyes never leaving yours as he came and laid the expensive pinkish-red leather down beneath you on the mattress.
"There. Now lay the fuck down." He repeated, and you couldn't have physically done so as fast as you wanted to when you watched him slowly move to kneel down to his knees at the end of the end in front of you. "You're not my possession, Y/n, but you are my woman. And no one else gets to fucking have you except for me, understand?"
"Always." You inhaled shakily as his fingers found the buckle of your belt, starting to nimbly undo it as, once again, his eyes never left yours. Once your belt was undone and he had pulled it from the loops of your jeans, he hooked his fingers in your waistband and ripped your jeans right down completely unceremoniously. And, as a result, revealing the incredibly skimpy g-string that you were wearing for when you got home. Or now, apparently.
Ville clearly enjoyed the sight, because he pulled your shirt up to your tits to fully expose your lower half, a low groan leaving his lips as his hands ghosted down your sides before they settled at your hips.
"You are so beautiful, you know that? There's a reason no one can ever take their fucking eyes off of you." He mumbled, leaning forward and beginning to kiss softly at your stomach. You whined softly as you felt him sucking at your skin, and as his lips moved, you could see that he was leaving deep hickeys. He then broke away to pull your underwear low on your hips. "Say you're beautiful."
"What?" It was hard to focus, both because he had gone right back to kissing and sucking low on your stomach while his fingers worked on coaxing your underwear down your legs.
"You heard me. Say it so that you know it as well as I do."
God, you were so fucking in love with him.
"I'm beautiful." You said quietly, fingers lacing themselves gently into his hair as he continued to suck deep marks all over your stomach whilst laving his tongue over each one.
"Good girl. I love you." He bit gently at your skin as he spoke, and you gasped slightly as your grip tightened in his hair at the feeling. At that point arousal had fully kicked in, and all irritation had escaped your mind in favor of desperately craving the feeling of his skin on yours.
"I love you. I need you." You whined, spreading your legs wide where he was laying between them. He had your underwear in his hand, and his mouth on your stomach was so close to where you really wanted him that your clit was aching.
"I'll give you whatever you want, love. All you have to do is ask." He said, and you watched as he pushed your underwear into his back pocket. That was definitely going to cause issues later, but you weren't in the mindset to worry about it now.
"Touch me. In any way. I don't care." You begged, reaching up to slide your foot and then leg over his shoulder as an incentive. He very clearly eyed your pussy as his tongue darted between his lips, and then his hands were quickly at your thighs to hold them open before he was leaning down and licking a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit. You whimpered, hand immediately shooting down to card your fingers through his long, messy hair. "Yeah, just like that."
Ville guided your other leg over his shoulder, groaning with the feeling of your fingers in his hair as he quickly began to suck at your clit, hands on your hips holding you down as you began to roll them with every stroke of his tongue. He wasn't teasing at all by this point, and you knew it was because he was trying to get you as loud as possible. Which, on one end, annoyed you because you didnât want to embarrass yourself at this party, but on the other end deeply aroused you because you knew he was claiming you. And you would've been lying had you said that you didn't secretly like the idea of that.
"Baby, please. I need you so bad." You wanted him on you, and you wanted him in you. As much as you loved his head between your legs, you were craving the feeling of every inch of his skin on every inch of yours even more. He lifted his head then, your fingers still attached to hair.
"No. I'm not done yet." He said firmly before he was dipping his mouth back to your pussy, tongue swirling in lazy circles against your clit as those intense green eyes stayed trained directly on you. "God, I love your fucking pussy."
Whining in response, your hand that wasn't in his hair gripped at the already-ripped and fading comforter on the bed tightly, your back arching just slightly as he resumed sucking at your clit. Your soft moans were beginning to develop into high-pitched whimpers, and he only held your legs open wider as he licked and sucked sloppily at your clit.
Your head was spinning with pleasure, especially when his grip on your hips started to ache enough for you to know that youâd have bruises to accompany the deep red and purple hickeys that covered your abdomen. He groaned against your pussy as your grip tightened in his hair, the vibration of his voice making you shudder as you felt your orgasm approaching faster and faster.
"I'm not gonnaâI can'tâ" Your voice was a hoarse stutter as you tried to get across that he was pinpointing the spot that made your legs shake way too aggressively for you to hold on for much longer, and all he did in response was look up at you with wicked delight in his eyes. That was exactly what he wanted.
When you came, your legs closed a little less than gently around his head, your hips arching harshly off the bed despite his tight grip on you as you moaned loudly. You would've had half a mind to consider how many people were standing not a foot away from the door that was the only separation, had he not been continuing his assault on your clit through your orgasm. Instead, all you did was whine his name as he pushed your legs right back open.
"No more. Too much." You breathed, hand pressing into his head as his tongue slowed but didn't stop. He then finally moved his head back, his still-entertained eyes eating you alive as his lips moved to kiss wetly at your inner thigh that was still pressed open with his hand.
"Are you starting to remember who you fucking belong to yet?" He spoke as if he was goading the answer out of you, and when you used enough of your depleted strength to lift your head and shoot him a dirty look, he just crawled right up onto the bed and dropped himself onto you with your legs on either side of his hips. When he was face to face with you, he immediately kissed you sloppily, and all you could taste was yourself on his lips as one of his hands moved to rub up your thigh.
"Will you calm down?" Even though you were out of breath and a little empty-headed from your orgasm, you could clearly see the wild possessiveness that had yet to fade from his eyes. His hand tightened on your thigh, and he stared right down at you as he ground his hips against you.
"Right after I fuck this pussy and remind you whose it is." He said pointedly, biting at your hand when you brought it up to push his hair out of both of your faces. You glanced towards the door that looked as if it had been kicked in and shittily repaired a couple of times.
"The door doesn't lock." You fretted, frowning at where you could see the broken lock even from the bed. You knew better to get naked in unlocked rooms that resided in parties for more than a few minutes in order to avoid someone drunkenly barging in with their hand down the person accompanying them's pants. Ville immediately scoffed.
"I don't give a fuck. I want you now." Of course he didn't care. He never did. This was the man that had stared his own friends down and had kept going when you'd been walked in on whilst going at it when you though no one was going to be on HIM's tour bus.
You werenât going to deny that you wanted him just as much, so all you did was let him go so that he could get up and undo his jeans, waiting until he stood up off you before you readjusted on top of his coat. He quickly kicked his boots off before he had his belt undone and his zipper down, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched you watch him push his jeans down and off. The boots coming off was a sign of how committed he was to this whole situation, and you couldn't help but swallow thickly as he came back towards your open legs.
"I don't want to get anything on your coat." You pointed out, pinching the red leather material and looking up to him with that hint of worry still in your eye. He only raised an eyebrow, climbing back into the bed over you.
"Guess it'll just have to be inside you then, huh?" He crooned, pushing your legs open a little wider as he kneeled between them. "You want my cock?"
"Yes. Need you so bad." You pleaded, wrapping your legs loosely around his waist where he hadn't yet moved from his position in your best attempt to lure him forward and onto you. Or into you. "Please, baby. I can't wait anymore."
He shushed you softly, reaching down to pull you further towards him by your hips before he was shifting onto one arm above you while the other hand pumped his cock a few times. Your eyes stayed glued to him as he did so, your lip bit harshly between your teeth as he positioned himself at your entrance and then pushed in slowly. You gasped at the feeling while he groaned deeply, his arms readjusting to hold himself up where they were resting against the bends of your knees and holding your legs spread open wide.
"Fuck, you take my cock so well. You're such a good girl." Ville breathed against your cheek when his head dropped slightly, the deep baritone of his voice so close to your ear making you full-body shiver. You slipped one of your hands underneath his shirt that had started to ride up to scratch your nails against his back as you let out a stuttered moan when his thrusts began to find a fluid rhythm.
The guest-bed frame was shitty as hell, and it was starting to creak loud enough to make your face heat up a little bit with every forceful roll of Ville's hips. Ville obviously didn't care, and only seemed to fuck you harder at the sound of the moans that fell from you lips with every hit of his cock inside of you.
Your nails were now cemented in his back while your other arm wrapped tightly around his neck as he dipped down to kiss you sloppily. It was all tongue and teeth as he groaned into your mouth, your fingers pulling at his hair to get more where he was basically eating you alive with every kiss he gave you.
"Does that feel good? Hm? You like when I fuck you the right fucking way?" Ville broke away to grunt that against your jaw where his lips had drifted, and all you could do was whimper a yes as you tried to ignore both the creaking and the fact that the metal bed frame was beginning to slam into the wall. He then lifted his head to stare right into your eyes, his face brightened with ecstasy. "Whose pussy is this?"
"Yours." You gasped immediately, arching your back up so that your chests were pressed flush up against each other in order to feel him as close as you could possibly get him. He groaned, thrusting particularly hard and hitting your g-spot for the first time that night.
"Tell me again. Whose is it?" He goaded, pressing wet kisses along your jawline and down to your throat as he leaned into his arms a little more so that your legs were stretched even further. Your eyes were slammed shut, and you had to take a deep breath to even force yourself to form words.
"Yours. Only yours." You repeated, your hand on his shoulder where your arm was wrapped around his neck fisting the material of his shirt tightly as you tried to find some semblance of stability where you had none. Ville crooned against your skin.
"Who?" Him and his fucking games. If he hadn't been fucking you so good into oblivion that you could barely see through the stars clouding your vision, you would've snapped at him for making you repeat yourself so many times. You knew what he wanted, and you also knew exactly how he wanted it.
"Ville." You cried his name as you arched your back a little further, opening your eyes just quick enough to see the satisfaction that flashed on his face at the sound. You knew you were being loud. In fact, you were both being ridiculously loud, but you were too far gone to care.
That was, until you heard a loud banging on the door.
"Hey! Is someone in my room?" Holy shit, that was Esa. You immediately opened your mouth to shout something along the lines of 'fuck off, one second', but you then noticed the smirk on Ville's face about a split-second before his hand was clamping down over your mouth.
"We're done when we're done. Don't fucking say anything." He ordered, not relenting his pace even the slightest bit in the face of the threat of the house owner standing just on the other side of the half-busted door. You pleaded with your eyes for him to let up his game for just a second, because you knew exactly what he was aiming for. And you did not like the idea of some random guy walking in on you getting dicked down within an inch of your life in his bed, no matter how much of an asshole he had been. But Ville gave no sign that he cared.
"Hey! Iâm fucking serious! Whoâs in there?" The irritation in Esa's voice gave you a pretty good idea of how close he was to opening that door, and you whimpered against the cover of Ville's warm hand. He only moaned as his free hand shifted your hips a little so that he could hit deeper inside you.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
About a second later, the door was open. And Ville still had his hand over your mouth, so all you could do was look fearfully towards the doorway where Esa was standing, and respectively getting a complete, full-body shot of Ville fucking deep inside of you. Ville's head had turned as soon as he heard the door opening, and his face was practically lit up with smug, cocky delight as he presumably made direct eye contact with the man he was in an obvious dick-measuring contest with.
"Jesus fucking Christ." Esa immediately stepped back in disgust, his eyes switching between both of you as he quickly reached back for the doorknob. Ville just let out what you knew was an exaggerated groan, his boasting knowing no bounds as Esa muttered something that sounded like fucking dick before he slammed the door shut.
As soon as he was gone, Ville's hand came off of your mouth, and you literally could not physically help the moan that spilled from your lips the second you were free to use your voice again. You had already been close to finishing, and as much as you hated to admit it, Ville's exhibitionistic act had pushed you much closer in record timing. And he knew it, too.
"Oh, was that good? Did you like that, my love?" He breathed out raggedly, his head dipping before he was kissing you slowly and moving his hand that had been over your mouth back against the bend of your knee as he brought you into your original position. "Cum whenever you want, for being such a good fucking girl."
You were going to fucking marry him someday. Maybe smack him upside the head a couple times before then for his behavior problems, but the fact remained. He was so fucking perfect.
"I'm gonna cum. Ohâso good." You whined, subconsciously wondering if you were hurting him with how deep your nails were in his back but simultaneously too fucked-out to stop yourself. He just shushed you and continued, and then you were cumming, legs shaking and spasming harshly as he fucked your g-spot directly through your orgasm with his lips still brushing against yours.
He came soon after, his moan raising a pitch past his normal voice and making another, post-climax shudder roll through your body as his head dropped to your shoulder and he spilled deep inside of you. He hadn't been lying about finishing in you, and you whimpered at the feeling.
His thrusts went shallow and slow for a while as you both came down from your highs before he finally slowed to a stop, his breathing sharp and heavy in your ear as his back heaved against your hand.
"Fucking hell." He muttered as he lifted his head back up, his eyes that had now gone soft finding yours before he leaned down to kiss you. His kisses were much more gentle now, and he moved a hand up to push your hair away from your forehead and out of your face. "You look so perfect right now."
"I love you." Your voice was so hoarse that your words came out as a whisper, but you knew he heard them, and his lips found your cheek and then your forehead before he was slowly pulling up and off you.
"I love you too. Look. You didn't even get anything on my coat." He praised with a hint of amusement in his eyes, his hand trailing softly across your stomach and hip as he gingerly pulled out of you. You ran your hands over your face in an attempt to bring yourself fully back down to earth, shuddering slightly at the aftershocks of him pulling out before you watched him get off the bed.
"I can't believe you let him come in here." You muttered, holding your feet out as he came back with your underwear and jeans in hand to put them back on. He just scoffed.
"Serves him right. I was just giving him a little reminder." He said stubbornly as he pulled your underwear up and over your hips, holding his hand out afterwards to help you sit up. You just shook your head, a slight laugh that you really couldn't control bubbling up in your chest.
"You are something fucking else, you know that? I can't believe you just stared at him." You smacked his chest lightly as you said it, standing up once he had your jeans up your legs and then combing your fingers through his ridiculously-unruly hair as he buttoned them up.
"Well, you're laughing, so clearly you're not that torn up about it." He pointed out, giving you a knowing look as he finished with your jeans and handed you your belt. "Let's get the fuck out of this shithole so that I can have your ass to myself at home."
"It's not like we can stay now, anyway." No way Esa was going to ever let Ville in his house again after tonight. You accepted his kiss when he leaned into you, resting a hand on his thigh with the hand that wasnât holding your belt and then grinning when you felt him moan shamelessly into your mouth. "I can't believe people think you're shy."
"I am. You just bring the slut out of me." He defended himself adamantly, motioning pointedly to the now-tighter crotch of his jeans as his point of evidence. He really amazed you sometimes.
"You don't want to wait a minute?" Here he was ready to leave, and he was literally hard. And it was pretty obvious, too. He waved it off, that immaturely unbothered look on his face as he started right for the door.
"I don't care. Esa has to get the full picture of what keeps you coming back for more, eh?" Like you said, immaturely unbothered. You just huffed out an unimpressed sigh and carted him out the door as soon as he pulled it open, trying to ignore that you were walking beside your boyfriend who had a full erection.
He was going to drive you fucking insane someday.
#ville valo#ville valo smut#ville valo x reader#ville valo fic#ville hermanni valo#HIM#his infernal majesty#mige amour#jackass#jackass imagine#jackass movie#jackass mtv
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This is going to be my worst post to date (in my opinion)
But after the anguish and turmoil that has hit Balalaika fans after her appearence in the latest chapter like her lack of muscle/strength that we know she unleashed on Rock, the fading of her scars, and other things I decided to investigate myself to see how much she changed.
The majority of these pictures are from the anime. Sad, I know, and hopefully once I find the direct panel from the manga that mirrors it I will edit or add more to this post.
I will start this by saying that Anime Balalaika is an absolute fucking unit. Like reviewing the pictures I realized that she's built like a very beautiful Russian tank and that is really the best description here.
Do you see what I mean? It's most likely the coat but still, it has to touch her shoulders to even drape.
Although, it depends on the scene as she can be like this too
Her shoulders are less defined and aren't quite as cut as the top ones but her muscle is there at least.
Above is the Virgin Rock as physical comparision
She's obviously fucking built way beyond his physique and she knows it. She corners him in or crosses her arms while his remain at his side as he tries to be unaffected. And honestly, kudos to him. He stood pretty strong in this scene and I think he knew he had to do that to even try and talk on her level.
I mean we've seen what happens when he doesn't. Disclaimers ahead, Rock is in for a rough ride. I on the other hand, laughed my ass off when I took these screenshots.
Also, here is what I personally think went through Balalaika's head in each scene and the progression of it.
% Anger Level - Annoyance
Jesus Christ, he's on this bullshit again. Sounds like one of those family dogs I keep having to put down.
% Anger Level - Frustrated
Maybe if I make it clear I'm pissed right now he'll have some sense left in him. If he says one more word I am going to make him the hood ornament for the car.
% Anger Level - Hostility
Just looking at this cigarerette is giving me an idea. I could just throw him like I could with this. Sooner or later he'll be stepped on; fire dying out.
% Anger Level - Rage
I'm certain his face will never change in his casket
With one strike I could gouge his eyes out. Maybe then he'll see justice.
You've sealed your fate Rock. Now you'll suffer the death of a true hero.
(Woohoo! đYou passed the slideshow and now I'll do my commetary. Here's a Boris photo as a reward.)
This is the face he wanted to make right when Rock started talking.
Anyway, I must have forgotten just how Balalaika threw Rock since I took those screenshots. I knew that she did it but somehow forgot that she did it with one arm. Or at least how much power she put into flinging him like a ragdoll. LIke she fucking lifted him in the air with one hand and with a single move had him on the hood in split seconds.
Here's a funny picture I caught mid-shot as well
His feet aren't touching the ground. He's fully straight as if he didn't have have a second to take it in, meanwhile his hands are just open and it's like he forgot he was even alive. No doubt, he had a vision that when Balalaika even reached for him that she just punted him to the afterlife.
Meanwhile, I cannot imagine the raw terror Revy must have felt seeing this happen.
She is scared as hell here. Keep in mind that this entire exchange she can't see Balalaika's face or Rock's. Both their backs are to her until Balalaika throws Rock. Still, I doubt that she really could've seen him past Balalaika's frame. Meanwhile, she's probabaly just processing that Balalaika's strong enough to do what she just did. Most likely she already knew she has a lot of physical power, I mean look at her, but this is the first time she's seen it and it happened to the worst person possible.
I can fully say that Balalaika is a fucking beast in hand-to-hand combat with the body to match it. And this is only focusing on her throwing Rock! She already snapped a neck by this point. Rock saw that and again, he does have some courage or maybe stupidity to even do this since he saw that with his own eyes.
Revy hasn't. And I don't think Rock told her, at least not until he knew they were back in Roanapur and safe. He was still traumatized by it too so chances are he is suffering some recurring nightmare of it. To top it off, this event alone was so visceral in his mind that he draws a direct comparaision to Chang, symbolizing how truly helpess he was.
With all that out of the way here isthe recent manga depiction of Balalaika
(no comment needed)
Here are the earlier depictions of her in the previous chapters. All the thanks to @crystallinee-waters and @progmanx for the posts concerning the chapters and the usual girlboss stuff đ
Love you two for that
In conclusion the only explanation for this is that Chang used his CIA connnections (Eda) to tamper with the latest chapter to make himself look cooler. And I guess he had enough mercy to include Rock in that upgrade too, for whatever reason.
Hero of the chapter was definitely Le Majeur
Homegirl got sacraficed by Balalaika to the gays
Which will probabaly be another cursed post sometime in the future with the Holy Trinity (Balalaika, Revy and Le Majeur)
â They're staying strong and holding down the series' reperesentation of the ABC Mafia
(đ not canonically tho only Le Majeur has officially come out, or got outed by her comrade. But then Revy saved her ass and definitely did not hear anything and now does not knows what Le Majeur really is.)
A homosexual đ
Okay. I think I'm finally done with this, and I went off the rails by the end but this post now exists so I will return to my secluded hole đłïž
(Forgot to add buff Revy too, so here she is)
She can be both happy and mad but she's still jacked af (and silently judging you at all times because of your gayness)
#black lagoon#revy#balalaika#rock black lagoon#le majeur#Sign the petition to bring back B's muscles#Interact with this post to show your support of this worthy cause#Long ass cursed shit-post#Revy hates everyone equally#Including gays which includes herself#Obviously#analysis
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sewing and dyeing
I have managed to achieve some sewing!
I finished the silk dress from the yardage I'd dyed around Christmas, even hemmed it and everything, I feel very accomplished. So that's done.
And the linen bias-cut slip dress I made around Christmas, which I never wore anywhere because it was white-- I've managed to dye it, and it came out much more interesting than I'd expected! So, pictures and discussion behind the cut.
[image description: A mirror shot of me, a fat blonde white woman, in a grungy basement, wearing a clingy white knit tank top with a drapey cowl neck]
Firstly, I made this tank top (I bound the armholes, it looks nicer that way)-- started with the Cashmerette Wexford top, then used this tutorial from Threads Magazine to hack a cowl neck onto it. Ages ago I'd had a cowl neck sleevless top that I loved, and wore holes in, and couldn't find one again. So I used a yard or so of very slinky knit, probably some kind of rayon blend from Dharma would be my guess.
I tried it on, and immediately threw it in the soda ash solution to dye it because I don't need a white top like this, it'll get shit dripped on the tit immediately so I might as well give it a busy dye job. I will make more of this top in other fabrics, but 1) make the cowl just a bit longer so it drapes farther, and 2) make the self facing deeper, I feel like this one is going to flip out all the damn time.
I also think I'll hem this shorter, but I haven't hemmed it at all so far so it remains to be seen.
Secondly, I have nearly finished this button-up camp-collar shirt from the Cashmerette Club, in a natural linen that I have so many yards of from an old project I never did.
[image description: me in the same grubby cluttered mirror view of my basement, wearing a gray shirt, slightly wrinkly, with unfinished sleeve edges and I'm holding it shut because there aren't buttons on it yet. There are two breast pockets and one is significantly higher than the other.] So the breast pockets are optional and uh I am definitely only going to put one or zero on the next one of these I make because I checked and rechecked and rechecked and this is literally the best I could do at making them even??? ugh also they don't sit right because there's a bust dart and one of them went on ok and somehow the other one is overlapping the bust dart slightly, which means it's Not On Straight. Just.... not optimal. I get why there are pockets but I also super get why they're optional. No thanks!
I hate the interfacing too, it was awful to work with and feels like paper. But once I've finished and washed this I hope it will settle down. (In the past I've used shitty salvaged interfacing for things I was making, and used spray adhesive and sewed the edges where possible, and it worked fine. This, I splashed out and got the stuff in the package that's ostensibly meant to fuse on with your iron and guess what doesn't fucking work? that. So it's been just a nightmare and I'm not buying the nice stuff again because it fucking sucks. I get that you don't want to not interface the collar of a shirt like this, and the button band would be awful un-interfaced, but christ, I'm using the flimsy salvaged shit I cut out of an old bedskirt next time.
The directions on this pattern are... well as long as you know what they mean it's great. But there's a video sewalong, and that helped a ton. This is a very complicated pattern and yet somehow none of it has been beyond me, even though i sewed one bust dart inside-out first thing, and immediately also sewed the yoke to the back inside-out, and then right away also assembled the collar inside-out because I was so distracted by how much the interfacing did not actually fucking do what it was supposed to (yes i followed the package directions, no it did not fucking fuse). I got a lot of seam-ripping done, is all. (It really is a cool pattern, and if you manage to get through the directions, which are extremely specific, you wind up with a fully-finished interior with almost all the seam allowances beautifully enclosed-- it's cool as fuck.)
I have fabric already set aside to make at least two more of these. IDK how much I'll wear them but I love them. (I *have* coveted a shirt-dress for years, with one Almost Okay from Torrid that I wore a lot but have recently realized looks awful on me actually, so I will be making it a dress too, no fear.)
But then! Also: Dyeing!
So I looked on Dharma Trading for their tutorials and was not disappointed. I don't want to do traditional tie-dye, but I want the effect I got at Christmas with the silk scarves that I space-dyed. I don't have to steam-set fiber-reactive dyes, so that's a plus.
I saw this tutorial on dharma for ombre dyeing and I'm super gonna try that next, but haven't yet.
Tie Dye Tutorial on Dharma Trading: this is the one I used as a starting point.
So I dissolved a cup of soda ash in a gallon of warm water, put that in a plastic bucket, and soaked my fabric for 5-15 minutes, and then I decided to do a kind of gravity-based thing with squirt bottles and a spray bottle. I hung a clothes hanger from the gas pipe in the ceiling, put a big plastic mortar tub underneath, put a smock on myself, mixed up my dyes (and urea and in some cases salt, as directed by dharma the all-knowing-- half-cup batch size for the squirt bottles, and quarter-cup sizes for the spray bottle), and got to work one garment at a time.
I put some pleats into the garments and held them with clothes pins. Then I sort of "drew" along the pleats, picking a color to be the tops, and a second color to squirt into the valleys. I filled in with the spray bottle to highlight the pleats more, since that would hit the outer parts of the folds but the interior would be shadowed and stay white; then I could go draw in those white areas with my shadow color.
Everything then would drip down toward the hem of the garment, though there wasn't really that much movement; if I wanted a drip to cascade, i had to draw it down there myself with the squeeze bottle.
[image description: two squeeze bottles with narrow nozzles, and a spray bottle of more rigid plastic with a pump-dispenser top, sitting on top of a piece of stained scrap fabric on an old washing machine with tubs of dye powder sitting in the background.]
I also did a shirt where I spread it out on a rack in a pan at an angle, and sprinkled a mixture of dye powder and salt on it. Then I went and used the squirt bottles too, but it was a fun technique and I'd use it again.
[image description: a garment lies in loose folds, speckled with dark blue-green spots, and at the top decorated in splotches of blue and green.]
I wrapped the garments in plastic, and put the smaller ones into plastic bags, and then hung them outside in the sun so that a) the dye would flow downward rather than backstaining the areas I'd meant to leave white, and b) the sun would warm them so the dye could cure, and c) the plastic would keep them wet because the dye only chemically sets while damp.
Let them cure for 24h, and then today I brought them in and rinsed them for about a thousand years, and then washed them and gave them a soak and rinse in dye-fixative, then dried them on the line.
Here is the linen bias-cut slipdress I made at Christmas time, dry and ironed.
[image description: a dress on a hanger, with my hand pulling out one side of the skirt: the straps and neckline are bright emerald green, and then the body is streaked vertially with varying shades of green, teal, and dark blue, with a little purple at the hemline. The colors are light and a little muted, and some white shows between them in a few places.]
The linen took the dye lightest, the cotton a little darker, and a small offcut of rayon I'd had sitting around took the dye darkest of all.
here's everything still damp on the line:
[image description: under a blue sky, a metal clothes-tree-style line on the left has several small items in shades of green and turquoise, and then a line crosses the screen from right to left through the middle, with several items hanging on it. In the background are two cotton dresses, one mostly teal and the other green at the top with a white and purple skirt, then the linen dress from above in the middle, and closest to the camera is a mostly-quite sheet of fabric with geometric lines in green, blue, and purple.]
The foreground fabric is the rayon, and I sandwiched it between two blocks of wood with rubber bands holding it in place, and just saturated the edges with dyes. I'm extremely into it, it came out beautifully. i have more rayon so I am going to make something from that to ombre-dye, for sure.
I have severely overdone my physical activity the last two days though; I lay awake for a couple of hours the other night with my sciatic nerve just burning, and I expect the same tonight. We'll see though, maybe I'lll be pleasantly surprised, or just lucky.
Oh yah I'm trialing Ritalin, but just like the other medications, it's such a low dose and it's not extended-release. I looked up how to take it and the directions assumed I'd been given two or three pills to get through a day. Not so! So I have about four medicated hours in a day, and keep experimenting with where to put them. I don't notice it wearing off the way I did with Adderall though, so there's that at least.
Maybe by the end of May I can try a full dose of something, and see if that helps. IDK, it seems like it might.
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