#jack has a wet dream like he's 13 or something

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Welcome to Stitched's first Kinktober! I'm very excited to share what's in my drafts as I am very proud of myself for once. Chapters will be posted midday (BST) everyday, chapters that have been missed thanks to Tumblr will be posted today as soon as I can. If you can’t wait go to my Wattpad or AO3. Here's a run down of what to expect in this book:

Day 1: Master’s Whore (Creampie Kink)

Summary: Vincent Phantomhive fucks his maid just a room over from his 'happy' family.

Vincent Phantomhive x Fem! Maid! Reader (Fic)

Day 2: Making Porn With The Number One Pro Hero (Amateur Porn)

Summary: You had a sex dream about your boyfriend, the Number One Hero, All Might wants to make that fantasy a reality after you punch another All Might slut in the face.

All Might x Younger Fem! Pro-Hero! Reader (Fic)

Day 3:  Being FWB With Ramona Flowers (Casual Sex)

Summary: Imagine being FWB with Ramona Flowers.

Ramona Flowers x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 4:  Before Her Show (Behind The Scenes Fucking / Affair)

Summary: Imagine secretly banging the World's biggest singer.

Envy Adams x Scott's Sibling! GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 5:  Mommy’s Sweet Praises (Praise Kink)

Imagine Layla El Faouly with a major Praise kink.

Layla El Faouly x GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 6: In The Dark Of The Night (Demon Fucking)

Summary: After arriving at and joining a Covent you so didn't want to join, Valak takes an unusual liking to you.

Valak x Nun! Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 7: Just For Research (First Time)

Summary: When Rick discovers his top student is a virgin, he knows he must change that so she can write her paper on human pheromones.

Rick Sanchez x College Student! GN! Reader (Fic)

Day 8: Inappropriate Workplace Behaviour (Office Sex / Boss x Employee)

Summary: Lord Death can't stop jacking off to his decades younger secretary.

Lord Death x Younger! Secretary! Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 9:  Naughty Girls Are Punished (Spanking)

Summary: Georgia decides to teach her mischievous girlfriend a lesson.

Dom! Georgia Miller x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 10:  Hot Ice (Temperature Play)

Summary: Nadia has always liked ice. It was always nice to crunch down on after a cigarette and you liked how cold it made her mouth feels. So by accident one nice, it joins you two in the bedroom.

Nadia Vulvokov x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 11:  Revenge, You Thought (Bondage)

Summary: John enjoys teaching his naughty little thing a lesson and you enjoy learning it.

John Brown x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 12: Car Hookups (Car sex)

Summary: You and Oboro regularly meet up late in his car for sex.

College AU! Oboro Shirakumo x GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 13: Pegging L Would Include… (Pegging)

Summary: You manage to convince L to part take in a kink you've been wanting to try out.

L x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 14: Wet Fucking (Shower / Tub sex)

Summary: Whilst the Handler is away, you and Lila decide to make good use of the beautiful bathtub in the hotel.

Lila Pitts x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 15:  Insatiable Needs (Marathon sex)

Summary: When Steve is unable to satisfy his new wife's insatiable needs, he calls a friend.

Estefania x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 16: Mommy’s Baby (Lactation)

Summary: Carol's duty as a mother is to make sure her baby is always well feed. She's your Mommy now so she must make sure your well fed.

Carol from Cobweb x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 17: Bruno Needs A Spanking (Orgasm Denial)

Summary: Denying Bruno Madrigal an orgasm includes…

Bruno Madrigal x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 18:  Slowly Stripping (Exhibition)

Summary: Julieta can't help but find something so hot about being fully nude in front of her lover.

Julieta Madrigal x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 19: Choking and Gasping (Breath Play)

Summary: Morpheus discovers he loves the sound of hearing you struggle to breathe.

Dream x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 20: Edge You To Death (Edging)

Summary: Undertaker enjoys ruining your orgasms.

Undertaker x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 21: (Nun Fucking)

Summary: Sister Irene teaches you a holy lesson.

Sister Irene x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 22: Only Good Girls Get To Cum (Mirror Sex)

Summary: Ming forces you to watch yourself fall apart from just her fingers, just so you know how much of and dirty girl you are.

Ming Lee x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 23: Pegging Fantasy (Pegging)

Summary: Jaime tells you his biggest sex fantasy and you make it your mission to make it happen.

Jamie Reyes x Fem! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 24: Green Mommy (Monster Fucking)

Summary: Your girlfriend's new power has made your sex life a whole lot more interesting.

Jennifer Walters x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 25: Papa’s Pet (Public Sex)

Summary: Dr Brenner will absolutely use you teach someone a lesson about the consequences of trying to steal what belongs to him.

Dr Martin Brenner x Fem! Reader (featuring 001?) (Fic)

Day 26: Blindfolding The Snake (Blindfold Sex)

Summary: You blindfold your good boy and reward him for all his hard work.

Servant! Snake x Master! Fem! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 27: Othello’s Experiment (Pregnancy / Breeding Kink)

Summary: Othello's newest obsession is pregnancy and all the symptoms that come with it. You've so generously agreed to help him in his little experiment for his research.

Othello x Fem! Human! Reader (Imagine)

Day 28: (Threesome)

Summary: Nemuri, your girlfriend, is shocked to hear about a filthy fantasy you've been thinking about. But still, she's more than willing to help her lover made said fantasy come true.

Midnight x Mt Lady x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 29: (Vouyerism)

Summary: Gabe has been watching you for a while now and has finally decided it time to come out and introduce himself.

Gabe x GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 30: (Size Kink)

Summary: Nana is big and buff for a woman. She is quite used to hearing negative things about her muscly figure. The first thing she's ever received a compliment about her body was when you, her young girlfriend and successor's older sister, make a comment on how sexually aroused you are by her big muscles and all the filthy things you imagine she could to do to you with them.

Nana Shimura x All Might's Sister! Younger! Fem! Reader (Fic)

Which ones are you the most excited for?

[twodragons-blooper-reel]

Let's roll the bloopers!

POST LIMIT: I LIVE

Hi there! It's @twodragonsinatrenchcoat I have several Pokemon IRL blogs in the rotumblr sphere and I wanted to make a sort of hub for them! Not just for organization and a spot to hold onto ask games I enjoy- but for meme and AU purposes as well!

I'll post ooc updates as well as jokes I have while writing here from time to time as well :3

I am also happy to do blog promos, I'm bad at looking for new blogs but send me an ask with the blog name or whatever and I'll reblog your pinned

Feel free to ask any and all questions pertaining to the blogs that are listed below!

Pokemon Irl blogs are listed under the cut, all are currently inactive

Active blogs are one I'm posting on actively, Light Activity Blogs are ones I'll reblog to occasionally and Inactive Blogs are blogs I have no intention of returning to in the near future.

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Light activity Blogs:

@celadon-arcade-champ <- new blog. Character works at the Celadon game Corner, completely unaware that it's a front for Team Rocket :]

@disparate-traveller <- A faller blog about my character Diamond who yeeted themselves into Rotomblr to hang out with their bestie

@dersite-agent-jack <- I love Jack(Bec) Noir. So have a homestuck faller blog :]

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If I'm answering a question about a specific blog I'll put it in the tags as "blog talk: [Blog name]"

I'm open to questions directed at characters, directed at myself, au talking- Just about anything honestly! This is just a fun sort-of hub for my pokemon blogs.

uhhh love y'all bye for now! <3

@rotumbeast <- The spirit of Rotomblr. Might be responsible for chaos

@piplup-at-naranja <- An in character liveblog of my playthrough of Pokemon Scarlet :]

@magical-girl-evoli <- An eevee magical girl! Because I'm not immune to brain rot

@hello-am-zacian <- A real life dog got Fallered and transformed into legendary pokemon Zacian. She's having a great time

@synthetic-radiance <- Cursed Chosen named Orion, Type:Null hybrid.

@psychic-type-appreciator <- Seraphina's sister Agni. She's less of a wet cat

@ghost-type-appreciator <- A Ceruledge hybrid blog :] her name is Seraphina! She's a wet cat

@clockwork-soul-heart <- Princess Steele! She's been trapped in a clockwork kingdom by a haunted doll for the last seven years of her life.

@drifting-rocket <- Kidnapped Aegis a couple times. His name is Drifter, he's a Team Rocket Executive. He's got so many issues.

@oreburghminingmuseum <- A blog about Aegis's caretakers and the museum they work for! Mostly an excuse for a place where I can post non-shieldon fossil pokemon art-

@fields-of-gracidea <- Vio! Branded chosen of Shaymin, Sawsbuck Hybrid, tasked with taking care of the younger brandeds

@sturdy-and-soundproof <- What you probably know me from! Aegis! Shieldon boy! I'm not sure how best to explain him besides he's cute. Has a whole slew of blogs related to him which are up next :)

@mareeplings <- My first pkmn Irl blog :D I dream of returning to it someday but I can't find the inspiration.

@snarling-maschiff <- a blog with a normal person running it as opposed to all my other blogs (whoops) They like dog pokemon!

@wayward-silver <- One of 13* Silver blogs, he's a mew taking the form of his past life. Was stuck underground as a ditto for like 20 years though.

@devilisinthedeinos <- A "Sleeby" named Eris who turned into a deino after getting top surgery. There's something else behind the scenes there...

@distortion-escapee <- A blog for my personal take on giratina, related to Dakota's blog.

@dakota-and-paris <- About a girl who has had way too much on her plate for thirteen years and will continue to have too much on her plate until I say so.

*there's so many silver blogs on this website i'm not gonna keep this number updated but that's how many there was when I made the blog

[dairy-farmer]

I think crazy a/b/o verse suits brutim very well because.. tim was so loyal to batman at such young age like 13? little timmy is well-educated omega princess, who knows the only proper way to show alpha his admiration is pushing up his skirt and present his pussy.

after their first 'official' patrol as batman and robin, tim shows his admiration towards bruce for the first time. tim expects a pat on his butt or gentle swipe of fingertips on his slit and generous praise of how pretty and adorable his kitty is, which jack does every time tim present himself as a 'thank you daddy'

so he's shocked when bruce's half chubbed cock pushes in right away forcing tim's unprepared kitty split open. this is not a proper way to encourage baby omega! tim screaming 'no alpha! this is inappropirate!', struggles to pull away from bruce, but his grip on tim's hip is bruising, the cock rubbing inside him gets bigger and harder until tim feels like he's gutted, it's just.. just too much of everything.

eventually sobbing, trembling tim gives up and even wet himself into submission when bruce knotted him. but timmy is crying not because he ruined his precious 'princess parts' before marriage, because now his daddy will force bruce to marry tim, an unbloomed omega before the heat. they are gonna eat bruce wayne alive for this!

sushing and soothing tim's limp body, bruce is battering tim's cervix hoping thick, potent alpha cum would knock up this cute thing in 'robin' costume. alfred had to alter it some degree. frilly skirt instead of ugly shorts, shortend cape barely covering his butt, lovely tank top showing off his small breast. tim is such a sweet omega princess who deserves the best. but still.. bruce can see it can be improved by giving him more sheer garments or just, nothing. why cover his beautiful body when bruce loves each and every part of him? imagine how gorgeous tim would look naked, big round belly pregnant his child, all teary eyes and pouting plump lips, whining about his sore and heavy tits which will nurse his child so good.

yes, he knows tim is not bloomed yet, but a man can dream and he just wants to seal the deal before puts a ring on tim's finger.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i think i might've written something slightly similar with omegas 'backing up' and presenting their cunts to alphas they like or admire but rarely is the offer ever taken up. it's more of a compliment, the idea of a young omega mimicking fully grown and presented omegas who fuck their mates in proper 'presentation' that being face down and ass up.

and I LOVE THIS DARK A/B/O SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just the concept and idea of tim regularly showing his pussy to his dad, and it being some kind of positive reinforcement for young, unbloomed omegas. and tim's doing it as this sweet, innocent omega thing and bruce!!!takes!!! advantage!!!!!!

pussy is being offered to him so should he not have a right to take it?

tim resisting and sobbing, desperately trying to push him away but bruce is so much taller, so much bigger, so much heavier, so much stronger. he's...an alpha.

a fully presented adult alpha. tim would've never stood a chance.

and tim. slim and small, light, and childish. his pussy just isn't big enough for such a fat, thick cock that's been engineered through evolution to be the most proficient at breeding. bruce's sack is heavy and far, slapping against tim's trembling cunt with every thrust that bruce forces in.

because bruce really has to put some back into fucking an unbloomed omega. omega cunts don't tear, the muscles down there are different from the rest of the body, more elastic, more suited from stretching around a nice fat knot.

so bruce isn't worried about ripping like he would if tim were also an alpha or a beta.

he just needs to force his cock in, ignoring tim's hitched whimpers and pained whines and 'no no nos!'. he doesn't really mean it, no omega really means it. especially young ones with their slutty little cunts that they can't keep their fingers out of like a child picking their nose.

tim is sobbing about it being inappropriate that bruce shouldn't do this, it's wrong, he's going to get in trouble.

the only trouble bruce will be having is getting all the paperwork properly signed and filed when tim turns up pregnant with his pup. bruce's property will be growing inside tim, that makes tim his by right...at least until the child is born. by which point bruce will need to marry him. which will be easy once he shows the courts that tim has already borne a child for him.

tim is sobbing and bruce unly snaps his hips harder. he can't deny the hot coil of arousal at every breathy hitch of tim's breath or every stuttered sob.

bruce has always known he was an alpha who was touched in the head and mating an omega whose womb is not yet awake is definitely driving that point home. nonetheless bruce has a goal.

whether it takes one knotting or several, tim will be full of his child by the time his parents return.

this was the deal tim struck afterall. the agreement to be bruce's, to be everything he needed.

well.... this was what bruce needed.

[mosscloakenthusiast]

I posted 1,342 times in 2022

That's 1,342 more posts than 2021!

29 posts created (2%)

1,313 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@yellowsomethings

@theminecraftbee

@astronomical-bagel

@teamranchers

@its-shells

I tagged 129 of my posts in 2022

#empires smp - 6 posts

#empires x hermitcraft - 6 posts

#grian - 5 posts

#tma spoilers - 5 posts

#mythicalsausage - 5 posts

#oli orionsound - 4 posts

#rendog - 4 posts

#third life series - 4 posts

#bdubs - 4 posts

#bdoubleo100 - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 119 characters

#listen i need xb ‘constantly trying not to swear’ crafted to interact with mythical ‘always making an innuendo’ sausage

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

THATS MY GUY THAT’S MY DUDE HE WON MCC LOOK AT HIM GO

See the full post

125 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#4

[in reference to the what is empires hermitcraft recap video] “-think of it as an empires breakdown, which is coincidentally what i’n having right now”. -- pix pixlriffs

132 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

#3

okay okay wait okay im trying to make this make sense

- im running with my Personal Theory that only winners remember the life series, and those who don’t win remember in flashes kinda??? with exceptions for Really Strong Emotional Connections (ethubs, scarian, ranchers) - and scott is just playing dumb because he’s like that. he’s coy .  - so that’s why like impulse recognises some people but not others?? maybe?? look im trying

- hermitcraft has modern technology (twitter, youtube, grumbot), empires does NOT

- following ren’s universe theory: this is the empires universe, other worlds include afterlife, empires s1, and possibly like fwhip’s hardcore world - hermitcraft universe includes all the prev. hermitcraft worlds (hence scar being all like “is this a past hermitcraft world”) and possibly some people’s hardcore worlds

- something somehting parallel universes parallel people means that the two falses cannot coexist, presumably neither can the gems, and pearl got a god fit  - following whatver oli orionsound has going on, everyone has like one Soul/center point that their characters deviate from? e1!sausage, al!sausage and e2!sausage clearly are linked, similar building styles; e2!joel has some preliminary knowledge about e1!joel; and clearly hc!pearl is linked to e!pearl (santa pearla)

- some worlds (such as like jimmy’s challenge videos, the life series TO AN EXTENT) dont create a new deviation on the soul, they just teleport a previously existing one from somewhere - clearly e2!jimmy and hc!tango were pulled into double life for example

look im trying so hard to make this make sense Help Me make this make sense feed me your hyperfixation rambles please lets talk about the lore of these wet cats

135 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

#2

jack manifold perfectly uses the multi-pov format of the dream smp to create a villain who’s motives are clear and who you can genuinely root for while understanding what he’s doing is Bad in this essay i will-

137 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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[wrathofthestag]

What Jack Dreams of When He Sleeps

Summary: Jack’s phone began to ding. He opened up his text window and just about fell out bed. “Câlisse,” he said in a whisper. He sat up and scrolled through three photos of Bitty.  He looked self-assured. Strong. Intimidating.  What happens when Jack realizes he has a kink he never knew he had...  Okay, look, it doesn't take much to push me into writing a fic. All @jack-manpain-zimmermann had to do was poke me with a stick and, well, here we are. This fic is based on this post.  Also on AO3...

SMH OG CHAT GROUP

Shitty: Bittster! A little ducky told me that you freaking murdered some youngsters, brah. Poor eggs.

Bitty: A little ducky?

Lardo: Yeah, I may or may not have asked a certain hackey team manager for deets. Also, she was SO not happy with you, dude.

Bitty: Oh lord!

Ransom: DUDE! Holy shit, you power hungry little nugget.

Holster: You can’t see this but I am wiping a tear from my face right now.

Ransom: #accurate

Jack: Haha. Bittle, what did you do?

Bitty: Not much.

Shitty: Then Nursey corroborated with Lards and said you were fucking amazeballs. Had them carrying blankets around campus, fines up the wazoo, dancing to Bey.

Jack: You did the Solo Lady dance after all?

Lardo: SOLO LADY

Holster: Bwuahahaha

Bitty: Single Ladies! Jack, I swear you do this on purpose.

Jack: I confirm or deny nothing. :-)

Shitty: You had them calling you sir, withheld baked goods, and Nurse said you were like a heartbeat away from busting out a whip.

Ransom: Who would’ve thought Bitty would become a bossy, power-crazed despot as Captain?

Bitty: Y’all are exaggerating. I’m leaving now.

+++

“So, how did it go?” Jack asked as he settled into bed for the night. He was exhausted after his long day and hearing Bitty’s voice always relaxed him.

“Sweetheart, it was so much fun. Nursey and Ollie took pictures. I can send you some. They texted me a billion of them.”

“Sure. So the Solo Lady dance went well?”

“Stop!” Bitty yelled with laughter.

“Taylor Swift, right?” Jack deadpanned.

“I miss you,” Bitty said softly with a gentle sigh. Jack could practically hear the smile in his voice.

Jack gripped his phone tightly, “I miss you, too.”

“When am I going to see you again?”

“Next week, promise,” Jack said as he stretched in bed.

“Good. The sooner the better."

Jack stifled a yawn.

"Sweetpea, go to bed. You sound exhausted.”

“No, I’m okay,” Jack argued.

“Jack…”

“I’m fine.”

“Jack, I mean it. Go to bed.”

Jack sighed, he knew there was no point in arguing. Bitty usually got what he wanted, and Jack loved making him happy. All Bitty ever had to do was ask and Jack would do it, whatever it was.

“Fine--but, send me some pictures of the haze. I want to see how funny everyone looks.”

“Will do. I’ll send you a couple tonight and the rest tomorrow. Now sleep!”

“Ransom was right,” Jack said laughing. “You’re so bossy.”

“You like it,” Bitty replied saucily.

“Haha. Love you, Bits.”

“Love you, too. Night, sweetheart.”

A minute later, Jack’s phone began to ding. He opened up his text window and just about fell out bed.

“Câlisse,” he said in a whisper.

He sat up and scrolled through three photos of Bitty. Bitty wore sunglasses and stood with his arms crossed in one; Nursey and Dex behind him. Bitty looked self-assured. Strong. Intimidating.

There was another of Bitty lowering his sunglasses, presumably speaking to the eggs.

“Fuck,” Jack said as he took in Bitty’s look.

Finally, there was the last photo. Bitty was flanked by Ollie and Wicks.

Jack picked up his phone and began rapidly texting: Bits, you look so fucking hot in these.

He paused, deleted part of the message and retyped: Bits, you look amazing in these.

He paused yet again and typed: Bits, you wear your captaincy well.

Jack put his phone down and cleared his throat, then tossed the phone off to the side. He’d just talk to Bitty tomorrow.

Jack turned his light off and huffed out a breath of air. He ran his hands through his hair then stretched to pick up his phone again which had bounced off the bed.

Jack pulled up the photo of Bitty with arms across his chest once more. He stared at it intently.

“Wow…” he muttered as he touched the screen, then put his phone back down.

He turned over onto his tummy and closed his eyes, willing himself to fall asleep. He was so tired, it didn’t take long.

+++

Jack sat on a metal folding chair in what appeared to be center ice at Faber. He looked around the darkened rink. It was empty, save for himself.

“Hello?” he called out.

He heard the swish-swish-swish of blades as they cut through the ice, then noticed a form approaching. A soft spotlight shone on him, and instantly Jack recognized the golden head of hair that neared.

“Bits?”

Bitty skated towards Jack as the spotlight created delicious shadows across his chest and broad shoulders. He wore a tight black t-shirt that stretched across his biceps. Jack swallowed when he noticed Bitty also wore his tiny red shorts. The Red Shorts.

Bitty’s quads flexed as he stopped right in front of Jack and snowed the ice slightly. He laughed--a tiny thing.

“What’s going on?” Jack asked.

“Hey, honey,” Bitty replied with a smirk.

Jack watched as Bitty languidly stretched and easily brought a leg up in a standing high split. His figure skating flexibility still strong, even after all those years. Bitty smiled as he brought his leg down and skated away from Jack backward.

“Wh--what are you doing?”

Bitty skated toward Jack and slowly dropped to his knees, inserting himself in the space between Jack’s legs. He smiled and leaned in as he pressed a soft kiss to Jack’s lips.

“Will you promise to stay here, while I go get something?” Bitty asked.

“On this chair?”

Bitty nodded as he bit his lower lip.

“What are you getting?”

“You’ll see. Don’t get up. I mean it,” Bitty said as he wagged his forefinger.

“I won’t.”

Jack watched and admired Bitty's ass as he skated away.

“Good boy,” he called out from the darkness.

Jack gripped the sides of the chair and wanted to get up and follow, but stayed put.

Just then, the lights were turned on and Jack squinted.

“Bits?” he called out.

Bitty returned with a hockey stick draped across the back of his shoulders. His hands rested on each end of the stick. A roll of tape hung off one side.

“I see you stayed put. Very good,” Bitty said as he skated toward Jack. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome?” Jack said with a confused grin.

Bitty approached Jack, took the tape, placed the stick off to the side and then straddled Jack. Jack’s breath hitched as Bitty ground his hips down slightly. In this position, the two were nose to nose. Bitty’s enormous brown eyes blinked slowly as he looked at Jack intently.

“Would you do something else for me?”

“Yes,” Jack replied immediately.

Bitty tossed his head back and chuckled. He raised it and looked at Jack again. “But you don’t even know what I’m going to ask for.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“No? Well now, I like the sound of that,” Bitty said. “Do you trust me?”

Jack swallowed as Bitty leaned in and pressed his lips near Jack’s ear. “Do you trust me?” he asked again.

Jack nodded.

“What was that?” Bitty asked.

“Yes,” Jack said, voice gravelly.

“Thank you,” he said with a smile.

Jack puckered his lips and Bitty smirked as he leaned in and gave Jack the kiss he wordlessly asked for. Bitty pulled back and let his eyes brush across Jack’s face.

“What am I going to do with you?”

Jack shrugged with a smile, “Whatever you want.”

Bitty got up from the chair, grinned and took out a pair of sunglasses from his back pocket. He slid them on and then barked at Jack. “Up! Get up!”

Jack looked at Bitty with confusion.

“Now, Zimmermann! Raise that glorious ass of yours out of that chair,” Bitty yelled.

Jack shot up and only then realized he was wearing skates.

“Suicides! To the blue line and back,” Bitty said. He took his hockey stick and slapped it into the palm of his hand like an evil metronome. “Now!”

Jack pushed off and began to skate.

“Good! Now to the red line and back!”

Jack zipped back and forth, breath heaving, quads pushing hard, hard, harder still. Then Bitty skated in front of Jack and held his arms out as Jack slid right into them.

Bitty jumped up and wrapped his legs around Jack’s waist as the two began to frantically kiss. Soon enough, they were up against the boards, pressing into one another, deep kisses melting them together. The sunglasses bounced across the ice.

Bitty pulled back as he tried to catch his breath. A trickle of sweat rolled down Jack’s temple, and Bitty dipped in to lick it. Jack groaned instinctively.

He slid down and casually skated away back toward the chair. He ran his hand along the back and said, “Come here, Jack.”

Jack obliged and sat, he couldn’t help but smile… and be a little afraid.

“What’s so funny?” Bitty purred.

“Nothing,” Jack said as he sat up straighter.

“Nothing, what?”

Jack blinked at Bitty who stood leaning against the hockey stick. His stance was tall, authoritative. Bitty raised an eyebrow and waited.

“Nothing… sir?”

Bitty giggled. He straight up giggled, and Jack felt a jolt of desire shoot through him.

“Listen up, Zimmermann. I'm going to explain this once.” Bitty paused, lifted the stick and rested it on one shoulder. “You are going to sit in this chair and not move, under any circumstances. Get it?”

“Yes, sir,” Jack said as he gripped the sides of the chair tighter.

“Wonderful!” Bitty said with a bright smile. He dropped the stick and it clanked onto the ice with an echoey crash.

He then took one lap around the rink; his legs, strong and sinewy as they worked to take Bitty around. Bitty sped up and then did a quick axel jump, his arms spread wide as he landed. Out of breath and glowing, Bitty skated up to Jack who sat positively still on the chair.

He slid his hands down Jack’s shoulders, forearms, and stopped at the wrists as he slowly rose. He took the roll of tape which sat next to the chair and skated around Jack as he took Jack’s wrists behind the chair.

Jack could hear the rip of the tape then the soft sticky pressure of the tape around his wrists, binding them together snuggly. His breath was shaky as he turned his head to try to get a peek.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t run away.” Bitty got up and whispered low in Jack’s ear. “Is this okay?”

Jack’s eyes fluttered shut as he licked his lips and nodded.

“No. I wanna hear words,” Bitty said and pressed a kiss onto Jack’s carotid.

“Yes,” Jack said hoarsely.

“Yes, what?” Bitty asked. He turned to face Jack and held Jack’s chin in his hand. Both Jack and Bitty’s eyes were dark pools of desire and want.

“Yes, sir…”

Bitty slowly sank into Jack’s lap as his thighs wrapped around tightly.

“Kiss me,” Bitty said breathily.

“Yes, sir,” Jack replied.

“Now.”

The arch of a back, the slap of the skin, all sense of propriety gone.

“Yes,” Jack panted as Bitty released his lips and bit down on his neck. “Yes!"

Jack moaned loudly, momentarily lost in the lust coursing through him as he quickly sat up in bed and came out of his haze of desire. He panted and swallowed as he tried to ground himself. His heartbeat was a riot.

“Shit,” he muttered as he looked down and realized his boxer briefs were sticky and wet.

He sighed and made his way out of bed and toward the bathroom. What was that all about? Jack licked his lips and scrubbed his face once to fully waken.

He tossed his underwear in his hamper and reached for some toilet paper to wipe himself off when he was hit with a vision of Bitty holding a hockey stick in his hand and laughing.

He ran to his bedroom and looked for his phone lost among the sheets and quickly opened up his texts. He pulled up the photo of Bitty and stared at it with his mouth open.

“Jesus,” Jack whimpered.

He gazed hotly at it for a few more beats, then quickly got up. It was three in the morning, there would be no traffic. He figured he could be at the haus in 35 minutes.

Thirty if he sped...

[vneuns]

HI okay so I WAS THINKING OF A FIC OR HEAD CANON OR WHATEVER YOU FEEL LIKE WRITING about any or all of the feral boys getting a media share dono of a tiktok their gf or s/o looking HOT ASF. If this req makes you uncomfy or you just dont want to do it no worries!! Please and thank you :) <3333

“HOT MEDIASHARES” Fbs & Wilbur

author's note(s): nonnie were you trying to kill me with this request question mark. because i feel like you were. but also ( don't be shy send some more )

cc warnings: not a fem reader but reader wears makeup, bunch of fluff, and other things ig? idk its midnight leave me alone

Dream

*click this to see the tiktok*

It’s his first media share since he’s face revealed and he’s in fucking sweat

He’s sitting in the middle of George and Sapnap with one of your merch hoodies on while your in the discord call doing your hair and makeup for a photoshoot you have

“These suck.” Dream states plainly running a hand through his hair spreading his legs a bit to get comfortable

“Well chat has never been funny so.” Sapnap adds fixing his hat slightly

George snorts shaking his head as the video on screen changes

And to every single one of the boys on screens surprise there’s you

The video starts with you sitting on your bed with your charcoal mask on your face as the song like a boy by ciara plays

You move the camera around in disgust before turning your head

Your hair is now done and styled and you have makeup and your background is a dark blue illuminating as you lip sync the rest

Dreams eyes widen when it comes to an end chat spamming things like “hot” and “omg y’nnnnn”

“Go off N/n” Sapnap whoops and George laughs manically at Dreams reaction

“Wait what do you mean go off what do you mean?” you question finishing your eyeliner as you go to check on the stream where your boyfriend looks like he just saw a ghost

“Wh- I-.. Um.” He lets out a breath “That was hot-”

George

*click to this tiktok*

George and Jack sit on a discord call as they do a you laugh you lose

( which is not going to well )

“It’s like.. None of these are funny.” George states running a hand over his face as the rick roll sent to the media share comes to an end

In the corner he sees a tiktok watermark as the video starts black before you appear

You lipsync to an edited version of “Need to know” by Doja cat turning your phone and acting very energetic

Georges mouth drops a bit a little drop of drool falls from his bottom lip

As the beat drops and the song connected begins your led lights are on and you have a full face of makeup

“Woah, that was something.” Jack says sipping a bit of water moving on

Whilst george is still in shock he hadn’t seen the tiktok before

Sapnap

*click to see the tiktok*

“Karl, I'm so tired. Why is chat so unfunny!!?” your ginger boyfriend groans and sulks into his brunette’s friends’ shoulder

Karl giggles and shrugs patting the top of his hatted head

And before the two boys even have a chance to blink cannibal by Ke$ha is playing and your face has appeared on screen

You bring the phone up from a downwards angle lipsyncing the lyrics before turning the phone upside down and bringing it over your head

When you bring it back down your licking your lips (in a submissive and breedable way might i addd *wink wink* jk jk… unless)

Trying your hardest not to lick off some of your lipstick rasing an eyebrow and just as quick as it started the video ends

Sapnap perks up eyes wide

“Oh my- that was my partner-”

Karl laughs and nods

“Damn their kinds sexy not gonna lie”

Karl

*click to see tiktok*

Your sat on the floor of karls streaming room as he streams a ylyl with the rest of the feral boys

It was his idea, so you sat scrolling through your phone or doing work on your laptop

“Okay i’m kinda tired after these next few then i’ll end.. That alright with you guys?”

He gets a collective group of yeahs before you appear on the screen

Hair wet and smiling widely

Karl takes notice you’re wearing one of his favorite shirts and smiles to himself

But the smile on his face drops when you turn your head and the scene changes

You’re in your shared bathroom hair done and makeup done as well, as karl lays in the background on his phone not paying a single mind to what the heck your doing

You turn your phone to the mirror leaning up against the wall and now it’s only you in frame

Your smile absolutely melts karls heart as the video comes to an end and he can feel the heat rising up on his face

“Or on second thought ill just end it now”

Quackity

*click to see tiktok*

“This is tiring” the boy in a beanie moans throwing his head back looking over at you desperately as you sit on the chair next to him

“You decided to stream, no one forced you to.” you chuckled turning your attention to the screen before your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets when your face appears

Starting off your face is clean and your hair is up in a messy bun

You pull the phone over your head giving the illusion the next time you’ll be fully glamed

But instead you still look the same

Once again you do it but this time you let your hair out of its bun and have gone for a purple kinda look

When the tiktok ends Quackity turns to look at you

A smirk on his face

He turns to the camera grinning “i told them to do that transition.”

WIlbur

*click to see tiktok*

“I’m gonna be ending soon guys, I know this was kinda early for some of you but Y/n is gonna be up soon and I don’t wanna be streaming when that happens.”

Chat spams with “awws” “how cutes’” and “i need a man like wilbur in my life.”

He smiles and shakes his head but an eyebrow raises in question when he gets a mediashare of one of your tiktoks

Starting off your in your bathroom wil has seen countless of times in a pair of pjs’ he had gotten you for Christmas and a pair of gold rimmed glasses you had gotten so the two of you would match

He bites his lip when he feels like his smile is getting a bit too big

And then as the beat drops you lower your phone and raise back up in a different scene

Your led lights are turned on red and you’re wearing a black button up shirt with no shirt under

(obviously pg-13 because tiktok is an asshole)

“Do you guys want to see a simp or something?”

@heyninachumain @inniterhq @basilly @yamturds @dysfunctionalcrab @siriushxney @sqpnap @tinyegg @ttakinou @charnease @i-mmunity @b3l0v3ds @alice-blue-skies @the-swageyama-tobiyolo @mitzimania @joyfullymulti @acidtabletz

[pyjamac]

aiweirdness’s halloween botober prompts expanded upon by archivistbot. enjoy!

1. Howling canine ghosts scale the cathedral town pillars,

And the bones of the past their rusty shears.

Above a rattling rain the sky is black,

And the lights of the city flicker and die.

2. Leaves shaped like pumpkins litter the sidewalks, the season painting them in a sickly halo of vibrant red and orange. A woman walks past, holding a baby. The baby is covered in hands, faces, and arms, each with a different size, the arms twisted at a strange angle to the curve of the head.

3. Spiderwebs grow luscious on wet pumpkin grins. Have you ever seen how mesmerizing it is to watch the mummified body of the fruit transform into a spindly, wrinkled, new form? Amazing!

4. 'Thank you' trees lean out of residences, and the roofscapes are often barely visible from the high summer heat, it’s easy to miss the outlines of the structures here. The roads become dirt, the hedges are overgrown with shrubbery and the buildings sit there, too, tangled together. The contrast is made more stark by the uneven palletisation of these structures.

5. Black insects settle leaves and twigs over the damp patches of damp earth, and the lightless, empty sky of the city is punctuated by the dull glow of new suns.

6. Mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth, the dead sea air pressing in on all sides, while the sun is in the sky, the sun is up in the sky, and the world is round the world, and the sea is forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever

7. Snaking cobwebs mass on stalks of dead grass and wriggling through his open mouth, Philip Jennings looked up. He saw what was inside. Was it the end of him? Was it the end of everything? The level of abstraction that the nothing that floats above the level of reality?

8. Red eyeballs hit backlit branches, and a warm blue light spilled through from the open window. I could hear Dennis whispering to himself, softly to himself, that he’d done something right.

9. Wet forest steps on soft squirrel skins. There are no lights here, but the moon is bright, and casts everything in a sickly yellow. The only sound was the click of a boltgun against the barrel, and the sound of the bolt firing as the gun whistled its deadly message.

10. Murmurous forest insects smell caramel apples, creeping and twitching through the damp earth where the treat was dropped. They move slowly, unsteadily, and there is a sharp, snapping screech as they swoop down. They kill slowly, but they kill.

11. Haunting trees grow cuter on lighter dirt, and the sky turns a sickly pink. I can hear my father in the distance now, and see the patches of scorched wood where he’s buried. I can hear his voice, though it isn’t entirely clear what it is commanding me to do.

12. Planet-sized moon speaks 'hello' to us in a language we barely understand, but it seems to have good reason for its appearance.

It is a world I lived in for nearly two decades now, and it is a world I will continue to see in all my fondest, most abiding memories. A world so cold upon the shore, so empty, and yet so beautiful. A world so full of death, and yet so alive. A moon so bright and beautiful upon the sky.

13. The night sky kisses blood oranges lined with white and blue and red. I can see a small group of figures moving in the sky, slowly but surely gaining scale. Their movement is slow and, if not for the jagged edges of their weapons they might pass for human. Their eyes are a blur, and their smile is nothing but teeth.

14. Headless animals shiver in their sleep, and the world writhes on the edge of a precipice. You walk along, your boots crunch soft straw in the pen, and your shoes are stained with blood.

15. Mustaches creep creepily around his apartment, his neighbors started to notice that it left his face every night.

16. Slouching gargoyles lay spooky stones by the door, and the kitchen was decked out in a varied selection of fire.

17. Something is sitting in the center of the spectre tapestries. It is the thing that waits for those who would lose their way, and it is the one that plays its tune.

It is the one that begins in the quiet of the forest and reaches out into the very marrow of the world. It is the one that is not a thing, but is all that is, and which holds the answer to the question, How is it that I can love you? And if I cannot, what am I to do?

I see you in my dreams, and you would not hear me. But I know you, so I ask you. Are you there?

I ask you, are you there?

18. The unseen graveyard stretches for miles, far beyond the shore. And in the quiet that follows, the funeral dirge of that land sings.

19. Deep-skulled jack-o’-lanterns smell the warmth of my nose as I inhale it, the deep, musky smell of blood and wool and skin.

20. This town is filled with orange dust, cluttering the street and obscuring the sun.

And in the middle of the town, where the roads once met, there’s only one street: the one that goes right up to the house where the Reverend lives.

It is that street that leads out of the town, and down the steep incline where the ground oozes whenever the Reverend walks. It is that street that I now see, and that is where I will follow.

I will follow it as it leads out of the town and over the edge of the cliff. I will see the house, and the footprints that lead further into it, and the blood that flows from the wounds that followed him.

21. Mist-sheep chew on tombstones, and I think I’ve got a soft spot for you.

22. A scarecrow cuts a pumpkin with a sharp scythe from a wooden block. She rides on top of it and looks over it. She sees something staring at her from the pumpkin.

23. The graveworm snatches out the eyes of strangers who come by and threatens them in language that no one understands. The hunger is in its mouth, and it smiles as it waits for those who will soon be in its teeth.

24. Mist lamps glow with circling green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange… it’s like… it’s like there’s, it’s a, it’s a fog machine, or something?

25.Monsters crawl through alien fursona on the streets of Tokyo, and people come running begging for help. There are no monsters in this story, but people do make monsters out of each other.

26. Spooky house skulls peeking out of the dreamlike brambles, and I swear I saw the outline of a long, thin hand. It slowly stalked its prey, darting between them like a hungry vulture.

27. Gangly moonlit grave rabbits lurk outside the windows of the church, and I can hear the regular chirping of the birds outside.

28. Murder rats roam the streets below the buried Earth Church.

The sky is blue and seeps with an invisible sickness; the chill of the November air is still in your bones, and you are wrapped in a thin blanket of damp. The churchyard smells of rot.

29. A shrub plays the banjo from the shadows, and the tune is as old as the hills, and it is the mood that suits me, as it is the harmony that makes me happy, and it is the song that I am. It is the only song that I will ever truly know.

30. Pumpkins melt quietly, quietly into the winter night, and the world seems to forget the rain.

31. The white skull leans out of the tower of the Palace of the End. The vacant blue skies of the prison are mirrored in the windows of the other side. It is an empty place, the last occupant has left it locked that fateful day.

[jjackrabbitt]

Miss Peregrine's, book 6, chapter 13-17:

"that jacket makes him look too much like a soldier." at this point, is he not one?

why are we still underestimating Horace?

hate this possible goodbye speech i'm going to stab some one

HORATIO WAS WHAT NOW

ah, more strange chills at the mention of Myron

ooooooo Millard has secret back channels

ah a convenient clock for a convenient time

i am glad Jacob and Emma get to be friends still

are we sure jack would have preferred to not die and come back as half a hellbeast?

the box scene is sweet, but again with the manic pixie dream girling

i read middle of november and thought they'd be burning up in all that wool

Sharon's been putting notches in the door frames to track how many people have been traveling through them :^)

good luck, kids

sac á merde means sack of shit, mange tes morts is eat your dead, bête comme ses pieds is stupid as his feet, con comme une valise sans poingée is like a suit case without a handle, casse toi is fuck you, vous avez l'intelligence d'une huitre is you have the intelligence of an oyster

i love Miss Hawksbill and her insulting taxidermy

so how come Miss Tern and Miss Hawksbill are sisters and different birds, while all three of the Bentham siblings are the same bird?

alternate title for this book: Ten Quickest Ways to Traumatize Children

oh good, a bear 😌

every time i learn something new about Myron, i'm a little more disappointed

i know that he's helpful some times and i like his bear, but he's also a human pet guy

i do think the idea of having a group prophesised and yet they're still useless and confused and maybe not all necessary is interesting, and could be good, but i think it could have been done better in this book

ooooooo i was so excited too meet the flaming lady but weird little girls are also acceptable

Horace out here being a baby gay

love it when prophesies go wrong

hi Horatio :^)

percy's a literal slime ball now

i've had Horatio for ten minutes and it anything happened to him i would kill everyone in the room and then myself

"we're damned but not unredeemable," you're correct and ily

i wish we could have seen more of Noor and Emma working together

100% not in the book but i think every time something bad happens Noor and Millard are just grumbling that this wouldn't be happening if Lilly was there

Horatio is dad now

ooooooo it could have been so interesting for Jacob to be functionally useless now but i guess that wasn't a fun enough plot line

some days i do have to curse these books because we get these little, interesting bits of information that answer some of my questions, but also raise more

i don't know why, or where it's from, or what it's even supposed to mean, but my mums side of the family says "i will beat you with a wet noodle" when provoked

oh good, Jacob's considering therapy

thanks for informing us that Horatio is cute

Hollows are larva

ADAM (assigned dad at metamorphasis)

i need more of Horatio saying batshit things like its completely fine and normal

"when my transistion was complete, i found a wight and killed him, then removed his face and took it to Ellsworth Ellsworth, the Untouchables celebrated skin tailor. And this was the result." talk about gender reassignment surgery. if youre really trans you'll steal a mans face

[tiny-maus-boots]

Queen of Hearts pt 13

A/N: Always and first thank you to my bestie @chloes-yellow-cup for always doing the thing. and to @kimmania who always gives each chapter a thoughtful review. 

13.  

“Oh, my dear it’s so lovely of you to come to brunch. I was starting to feel a little put off you know. All those invitations you so politely refused. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.”

Stacie smiled and sipped her cool iced tea to give herself a moment. It was true, she had ignored all of Edith’s requests to have lunch. And yes, she had been avoiding the older woman. It was a matter of self-preservation really. Keeping up the appearance of normality around someone as observant as Edith Roussard-Ford was never easy. She had a keen eye and open ear to everything that happened to the biggest families in society.

“Well…I suppose I can be frank with you. Now…that things are…resolved.”

The old woman across from her nodded encouragement and leaned forward eager for any tidbit she could glean from Stacie. It was necessary even she’d rather not talk about life with Weston. When dealing with Edith you had to give some to get some.

“Of course, my dear. Dreadful business…”

“It was hard to get away…often times my only haven was my work. Weston was…” Stacie trailed off and cleared her throat. It wasn’t acting, the rush of anxiety she experienced just thinking about that time robbed her of speech. “Weston Whitman was a very controlling man. Controlling and more often than not…violent.”

It never got any easier admitting the truth of things but she raised her chin defiantly. Edith’s eyes widened slightly but her surprise was more about Stacie admitting it than the confirmation itself. She waited a beat for the other woman to ask what she knew was coming.

“Oh, dreadful. Just dreadful. And still…you never knew? There wasn’t a hint of suspicion about his true character?”

“Of his character, yes. Of his actual coming and goings and affairs…no. I had no knowledge of those terrible things. I shudder to think of him, under my roof, sleeping next to me self-satisfied with the blood of innocent women on his hands. What a joke I must have been to him with my work at the shelter, helping him keep up the façade unknowingly.”

“To think nothing of the scandal about the money.”

Of course, the money was far more important a topic than her public humiliation and shame. Stacie let her gaze drop demurely. Money was everything in this world, who had it, who needed it, and who stole it…

“I’ll admit Edith, I had some concerns about Weston’s business. He seemed edgy and evasive and he asked me to empty my personal safe…spending cash. Some jewelry. It was nothing that would ever pay back his investors.”

“I heard the federal agents seized everything. It’s a wonder you have a roof over your head, my dear.”

Stacie’s smile was brief and coy. “Much like oil and water, money and love simply do not mix. When you’re a Conrad you learn that at quite a young age.”

Edith leaned back to watch her carefully. Weighing all that she had learned and the earnestness in which Stacie had conveyed it. She could see the respect dawn in Edith’s gaze and when the woman leaned forward again it was with eager confidence.

“You may be a Conrad in name but you are Helene’s daughter in more than appearance. Your father barely had a nickel to his name when she ran off with him. Now there’s a scandal for you!”

It was surprising and Edith laughed gleefully when it showed on her face. She’d been raised her whole life on the presumption that her mother hand done what she had been expected to do. Money marries into money.

“Didn’t know that did you? She might have run off with August but she was no fool. Van der Berg family lawyers ensured he couldn’t take a dime of it.” Interesting. Stacie made a soft thoughtful sound and Edith continued unprompted. “You have to hand it to August. He made a name for himself. All that money is his by right…I suppose.”

Stacie’s brows came up and she tipped her head to the side. “You sound doubtful of that Edith.”

“I wouldn’t dream of speaking ill of your father, dear. I know you’re not close but there are some bonds that can’t be broken. Family bonds. You understand. I wouldn’t want you to have different opinions of your father. He’s done well by your mother.”

It was there, below the surface, begging to brought into the open. Stacie could feel it between them, brewing like a great storm. One little flicker of interest and it would come out. And then things would change forever between Stacie and August Conrad. And with that she was sure the tentative and fragile bridge she and her mother were building.

But if she were really like her mother, Helene would understand why she was doing this. At least that is what she hoped if this all ever came to light. Stacie let out a soft sigh and leaned back. She couldn’t out right ask about it, it had to be done delicately. Edith watched her work through the knowledge that there was something going on that she hadn’t been aware of. It was a careful dance baiting the woman to reveal more than what Stacie herself had given.

“Well, whatever my father is or is not doing, it’s nothing I know about. He and Weston shared that in common.”

“Ah yes. Thick as thieves those two…”

There it was. The hook Edith thought she was dropping in the water. Stacie batted her eyes in mild confusion, ignoring the slightly predatory smile on the old woman’s face. Her lip pouted out just enough to give the impression that she wasn’t making the leap entirely. Stacie smiled inwardly as Edith swallowed her own lure.

“Mind you, I’m not saying August is a thief, he’s merely an opportunist you see. He’s very good at knowing who to know. It’s how he made his fortune through the years. Nothing illegal in it exactly. Most would say it’s a shrewd bit of business.”

“But I don’t see how that could help him benefit from Weston’s…activities. Of course, he knows everyone, he’s a politician.”

“Hm indeed, indeed. Of course, he wouldn’t be involved in any such thing. Strike it from your thoughts, my dear.” The woman brushed a hand over her knuckles, and not for the first time during the conversation. Aubrey probably would have called the tell earlier but Stacie was proud of herself for picking it up now. “In any case I am quite sure Senator Grant and Warren Randall would lean very heavily on your father if they felt he was in any way responsible for Weston stealing their money.”

Stacie’s heart beat double time but she rolled her shoulders casually in a shrug. Jackson Grant and Warren Randall were her father’s closest confidants, present at every family function since as far back as she could remember. Uncle Jack had even gifted her the first horse she had ever owned. They were, in a fashion, family.

“I haven’t seen Uncle Jack in a few years. Not since his son Kodie and I went to Senior Prom together.”

It hadn’t been her choice of date, and the argument that had raged in the Conrad home had lasted three intolerable days, she and her mother butting heads on everything from the color of her dress to the way she wore her hair. Kodie wasn’t a bad guy and truthfully, he hadn’t wanted to go the dance with her any more than she had with them. But it had been arranged years before the event was even due to take place. In the end they both dutifully took their places next to each other for pictures in the foyer before escaping to the limo to get happily drunk on the well-stocked wet bar.

“I had almost forgotten about the blush of young love. I was worried about that boy for a while. You heard they caught him awhile back in a house full of street whores and enough cocaine to give that Tony Montana character a seizure.”

Her brows came up at that. It seemed unlike the boy she had known but people changed and it took more strength to keep from breaking under the family pressure than perhaps Kodie had. She let her curiosity at the topic glimmer to the surface.

“A house full of…he was the perfect gentleman at prom. I can hardly imagine that scene.”

“Who can say what’s gotten into that young man. If Jackson hadn’t gotten him a job at the Port of Los Angeles, he’d probably be in an out of rehab facilities I imagine.”

She could tell by the way Edith waved a hand dismissively that Kodie wasn’t worth the energy to think on. Stacie lifted a shoulder casually giving it the appropriate gesture of disinterest that was expected. There wasn’t much more to gain from digging further. Eventually Edith would wonder why she was so eager to gossip about the families. It was better to go on to something everyone knew.

“Speaking of rehab, did you know Tristaan has a new line coming out now that he’s clean and sober? He plans to call it Clarity. I saw a sneak peek of some of the pieces and they are just gorgeous. You’d just adore the mother of pearl pin collection…”

The conversation shifted easily and she spent another hour enjoying the afternoon with Edith. She kept the tone of their topics light but her mind was turning over the information she’d gleaned. Stacie was willing to bet even money that Uncle Jack and Warren Randall were in on whatever Weston was into. Whatever business they had together scared Weston, enough to demand she empty her safe, liquidate assets…it was big. Big enough to ignore Weston’s predilection to torturing and murdering women. Stacie knew there was a bigger play on the table, she could feel it even if she couldn’t see it yet. They needed more information and she knew just which card to play. She waved one last time to Edith as she slid into the backseat of the SUV.

“Home?”

She gave Happy a distracted nod that the blonde smiled at before turning to put the car in gear. “Who do we know in drugs?”

Happy’s bright eyes cut to her quickly in the rearview mirror with curiosity. She was weighing the request to see if Stacie was joking or not. After a second she gave a delicate grunt and focused on the road.

“Depends on how much of what you’re looking for.”

“Enough cocaine to make Tony Montana have a seizure.”

This time the eyes panned up in a slow disbelieving arc. Stacie smiled widely and gestured to the street to remind the other woman to keep her focus where it needed to be.

“We might know a guy…”

“Good. Aubrey’s going to want to talk to him.”

“I’ll make it happen, boss.”

[swiftlymoniquesblog]

Crossing Parallel Lines- Sam x Reader: Chapter 13 FINALE

A/N: Hello, I am back! I know it’s been a while but I wanted to deliver the FINAL CHAPTER of this beautiful series! It’s not long but I think it wraps up perfectly. This little series started from one of my favorite episodes of Supernatural and I LOVE writing for Sam and I appreciate all the love this series has gotten. Please, leave all your final thoughts on this one! ENJOY!

Warning: Tiny bit of angst but mostly FLUFF!

Word Count: 1,983 

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Sam’s POV

Seeing Y/N that small and almost helpless broke my heart. I was scared when she told me she was diagnosed with anxiety but I never expected it to affect her the way it did. She broke down crying and all I could do was just hold her. She said it helped but I could see behind her eyes, she was still rather terrified by what happened herself. Since y/n doesn't have anyone in her own world anymore, maybe this will finally be what keeps her here with me all the time. I know, I know, that’s selfish but you know what? I bet she would rather be with someone who loves her and truly cares about her well-being when she’s trying to get this thing under control than have to figure all this out on her own. She wouldn’t admit to that but I know  her like no one else; she would not want to go through this alone. I hated too, that she thought Dean wouldn’t like her anymore because she all of a sudden had an issue she didn’t know how to control. I can’t imagine what’s going on in her head but that was why I planned our little movie night with her; she needs to know she is safe with us. 

I finally decided I was going to be completely honest with her and suggest she stay with us, permanently. I don’t care if I sound selfish or inconsiderate of her feelings; I want her with me. I grew rather nervous thinking about what I was going to say and how I was going to approach this but I knew it’d be okay because I was talking out of love for her and nothing else. Sure, she made me a bit upset with me, asking her to give up her entire life in another universe, but she did say there isn’t anything that is keeping her there, so why stay? I begin to look around the Bunker to see if I could find her anywhere and low and behold, I find her in one of my hoodies, curled up in a ball, and sleeping, holding onto my pillow. I smile as I watch her stomach rise and fall with each breath she takes, in and out, and completely at peace. I walk to the side of the bed she’s facing and can see her cheeks are red and wet; she must’ve been crying. Why didn’t she come to find me? I told her she can always come to find me when she’s upset! I sigh to myself but run a hand through her hair, pushing back some that had fallen over her eyes, and she stirs, just the slightest bit. My smile widens and I decide instead of fully waking her up, I’ll just crawl into bed behind her. Better than her sleeping with things that remind her of me, right? Ever so gently, I extend my legs out and scoot as close to her as possible.

“Sam?” Her voice calls to me but she still has her back to me.

“Yes baby, it’s me,” I say quietly. 

“What are you doing here?” She asks. 

“I wanted to talk to you but I saw you were sleeping with my hoodie and my pillow so I figured you wanted to snuggle a bit,” I answered. 

“Of course I want to snuggle,” she says, rolling over to face me; her big doe eyes landing on me. They make her look really sleepy but she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. I lean over and kiss her forehead but she speaks again.

“What did you want to talk about?”

I clear my throat, my nerves getting to me again, but I fight them and don’t let them stop me. 

“I want you to stay,” I admit. “I know it sounds selfish and you have another life back in your universe but I don’t care. I love you so much and I want you to stay with me all the time. I can’t stand being away from you especially now with your anxiety not fully being under control yet. I told you you can always come to me when you get upset; I don’t want you fighting this battle alone. I want to hold you when you cry because you need that and I know you won’t admit that to yourself or to me and that’s okay. Because you can push me away when you cry all you want, I’m just going to push you right back to stay with you. I’ve been protecting you every day from the world’s scariest monster but you’re now fighting the toughest and meanest one of all, and you can’t even see it. I wish there was more I could do to help you through this but whatever you need, I am 100% committed to being there for you. No matter if I’m working a case with Dean or if I’m sleeping if you feel an attack coming on, call for me immediately and I’ll be there. But I can’t do that if you leave and go back to your universe. You have a family here who all love you and who want you to stay too. And you can stay in your room permanently and decorate it the way you want it or you can move into my room. We can work something out but all I know is I want you to stay and I want to spend the rest of my life loving you.” I say and get up to grab something from my room.

“Where are you going?” She asks as she props herself up on her elbow to watch me.

“I’ll be right back; I have something for you.” I shuffle into my room and start digging through the drawers of the nightstand by my bed and grab the little box I’ve had sitting in there for the last few weeks. 

Back in y/n’s room, I go over to the side of the bed she was laying on, closest to the wall, and crouch down beside her. 

“What are you doing now? I didn’t get to tell you what I thought about that speech!” She says. 

“Well, there’s a reason why I said that speech,” I say, reaching in my pocket for the box and place it in her hands. 

Suddenly, her eyes go wide and she starts panicking a bit, shaking her head before even looking inside. 

“Sam? What is this? What are you-?” She asks but I cut her off by opening the box and revealing a small yet elegant diamond ring.  

“My Mom gave this to me when she came back from that alternate world we made, remember that?” Y/N couldn’t speak so she just nodded.

“Well, she always thought I’d be the most likely to get married and settle down for a while so she gave this to me. And do you know what she said when she handed it to me?” I ask and Y/N  shakes her head. 

“She told me to make sure that I was 100% sure of the girl when I present this to someone. I never presented this to anyone but you and I are certain you are the one I want to have this. My Dad gave my Mom this and when she had the chance to come back and be with us, she remembered it and decided one of us should get it. Naturally, since he’s the oldest, Mom asked Dean if he wanted it but she always knew he’d say no because I’m the quote “sappy and romantic one. So, y/n, will you marry me?” 

“Sam I-I don’t know what to say. One minute I’m thinking of leaving, the next I’m being proposed to?” She then goes quiet and I can see her processing all the events that just happened. Not long after, she seemed to have come to her conclusion. 

“You know what? I’m not going to freak out about this or overthink this. I love you with my entire being, Sam Winchester. You are the man of my dreams, my ride or die, or as my Mom says to my Dad, my guy till I die. I want to stay here and I want to come to you when I have an attack. It won’t be easy though because I’m stubborn like you Winchesters but I guess that’s why we all get along well, right? I always admired and respected you Sam and I had always dreamed of falling in love with you one day; just never thought it was possible. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you too because I know you don’t think you deserve it. I hate that and wish you didn’t believe that about yourself but you deserve to be loved and to be loved well and deeply by someone else. I am that someone else  Sam; always have been, always will be. You are the love of my life and you are the reason why I will stay here. Yes, I will stay and you bet your cute little tushy I will marry you,” she says and I grin. 

I slide the ring on her left ring finger and kiss her skin right where the ring now sits. I then jump up and attack her, throwing her onto the bed as she laughs. I kiss her lips with all the force I could muster up and she can keep up with my pace with no problems. 

“I love you, future Mrs. Winchester,” I tell her.

“I love you more, Mr. Winchester,” she answers. 

When we finally part for air, she squeals in delight as she looks at the ring on her finger. 

“Damn, how much money did your Dad have back then?” She says, noticing the size of the diamond. 

“Oh, this wasn’t the original ring he gave her when he proposed. He bought this ring right before she died when I was a baby. When she came back, she had it with her all the time so she made sure to give it to me before she was taken away again.” I say, frowning when I think about my Mom. I’m glad I was able to see her and know her for some time but she eventually died again thanks to an incident with Jack. 

“Wow, I-I can’t believe you want me to have this.” She says, admiring the ring on her finger a little longer. 

“Mom said I needed to save it for someone I truly love and want to spend the rest of my life with so I chose you, (y/n). I told her. 

“Which is surprising to me because you could have literally anyone else but yet you choose me.”

“I will always choose you, (y/n). Today, tomorrow, and for the rest of our lives. Because I love you and I don’t want to waste any more time on just waiting around for maybe. I want to start the rest of our lives together now.

“I feel that way too, Sam. I used to think when I would be engaged, I would be anxious about it because I would think ‘is this the right guy? Are we good for each other? Will, we always be faithful to each other?’ but you know, I don’t feel any of that with you. That is how I know this is the right decision for us both.” She says and I couldn’t be happier to hear her say that. 

“So, do you want to go tell Dean?” I ask, looking at the newly engaged woman beside me.

“Mhm, not yet, I want to stay here, maybe kiss a little bit first?” She says with a suggestive look on her face. 

“Mhm, that sounds like something I can do,” I say, leaning over to kiss her...my fiancé. 

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[prairiedust]

More Last Holiday Musings...

I want to poke at that interdimensional geoscope a little more, because upon reading it over again, I think I splashed it up a little fast and there are a couple of points I’d like to be clearer about. I meant to queue this up to post last night but also want it to be up before Gimme Shelter so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

This is more blue curtains lit crit with a dash of folklore and an honorable mention for post-structuralism. And we’re talking about Supernatural after all, so this is sort of... well, it’s about endings.

Last Holiday was not a typical “filler” or even a typical MOTW episode. It felt extremely insular, possibly more so than any other episode I can think at any other point in the series. As opposed to the usual crowd of “locals,” a spate of victims, and a couple of red herring suspects, the only other people in this ep besides the Winchesters (including Jack) and Mrs. Butters were the two vampires and Cuthbert Sinclair. There was no “case” as in a usual MOTW-- there was no Chuck Struggle, either, and the lack of mytharc was strange against the lack of “filler” schema. That lack of “MOTW investigation” marked this episode also as being about “curiosity”-- the Winchesters all-too-quickly took Mrs. Butters for granted-- Dean even dismissed her as a “Magic Roomba” and that seemed to settle the matter. Furthermore, the moment that Dean spotted Mrs. B in his room, the stage was set for Antics ™ when she held up his goofy Scooby boxers, and indeed a zaniness, an almost manic energy drove the action forward at a breakneck pace. [Spoiler alert, we do get “investigation” in the next episode, 15x15 Gimme Shelter, as stills and the preview show that Castiel and Jack will be teaming up together, in yet another shake-up of the usual “MOTW” template, almost like we can expect the other side of a coin when Sam and Dean switch places with Cas...] These features set Last Holiday apart as not so much “filler” as “between,” as in there was struggle before, and there will be struggle after, but for a while there was cake. (Contrast this to the usual “peril of the threshold” that usually shrouds liminality if you’d like.)

At the end of Last Holiday, however, we finally get to find out what that old blue telescope really is, and with that name we get confirmation that there are no more alternate universes-- Chuck has burned them all. Viewers are left to come to the conclusion that in retrospect the telescope-thing could have changed the course of season 13 completely. The reveal is played off as darkly funny, but it’s also kind of a gut-wrenching moment, too. All the heartbreak of the last two and a half years, reviewed now through the lens of “if only.” If only they’d known about Mrs. Butters from the time they found the bunker, “none of this would have happened”… they’d have had monster radar, they’d have had the geoscope, they would have had supernatural help of a completely different level.

The temptation to read Last Holiday as a Chuck-free episode is strong, but fraught-- the threat of Chuck’s involvement has been established by a pattern this season (well the pattern is woven throughout the whole series really but Dabb has deliberately structured these last three seasons with an exponentially increasing frequency.) I feel like we’ve been conditioned this season in particular to hold ourselves in a perpetual flinch, to be afraid of what we’ll learn “in retrospect.” That geoscope was really_good_subtext, and it is entirely possible, even encouraged, at this point in the plot to take information we’ve learned from the naming of the object, examine our own conditioned response to this episode, and apply both things to the structure of the season so far and make a prediction as to what might happen in the main plot. That’s what I mean about subtext getting loud. We’ve been given the green-light to make a prediction about The Struggle and march forward with it, and see if we will be correct by extrapolating the pattern, or if that expectation will be subverted (the twist is set up to run either way, so either outcome is satisfying.) It is Melville-esque architecture of the highest degree;I could write another thousand words just about that. So I have a prediction that I’m hanging on to, because of what we’ve learned from the geoscope, and what kinds of clues were hung up in Last Holiday, and I’m super excited to either have my hunch confirmed or be frightfully and delightedly surprised. I mean, where the fuck did Jeremy Adams even come from? He’s like our own Mrs. Butters, showing up in the last quarter to run a couple game-changing balls into the end zone, it’s bonkers. I mean, I know writing mysteries is hard and requires still AND cunning, but damn, son.

But anyway, back to the geoscope… 

I’m perplexed, from a very “lit crit” perspective, but this is where I’m at and why I referenced blue curtains-- if you shine too bright a light on subtext, does it evaporate-- like looking through an interdimensional geoscope and not seeing anything-- or is “subtext” sometimes not some ephemeral fever-dream that we as viewers conjure up through our experiential interlocution with the text but something a writer has steeped into the narrative as part of their craft? Or when you’re talking about an evolving iteration of writers, is it possible that one picks up a thread that another wove in for something else, repurposing or amplifying it? And, when perhaps is something deliberately instilled in the text in order to become “text” at just the right time? In Moby Dick, [spoiler alert lol] Quequeg’s coffin-- formerly one of many symbolic vehicles used to foreshadow the doom of the Pequod-- is repurposed as a life buoy and becomes the actual object that saves Ishmael’s life, transforming it from a portent of disaster to a symbol of salvation and then to one of Ishmael’s guilt for surviving Ahab’s madness-- the guilt that had been made text by the very opening line of the book, “Call me Ishmael.” In retrospect, the connotations of wandering, exile and salvation behind the name that the narrator gives himself become crystal clear. The problem that the post-structuralist model of “reading” as simultaneously “creating the text” has manufactured is that the idea that “subtext” can often be discounted as something dreamed up wholecloth by the reader, and thus inferior, imaginary, even delusional (and I use that last word knowing what a loaded term that is in the spn fandom, but this is not about a ship, even) where once it was considered to be a valid and measurable part of the text itself, like that dang coffin. It was the basement, the underpinnings, the catacombs below the opera house sure, but it helped to hold up the structure. And for some reason, putting subtext into a piece of media has become passe, or cringe? Anyway, not to be bitter on main but it didn’t used to be this way, at least not in the heady early days of postmodernism. So that green light? Critical hit against blue curtains. And while yes, some readings are going to be better supported than others, and the wild variety of checklists in this fandom mean that some conclusions have been drawn which can’t pan out, if you’re paying attention to the structure, the subtexts, the alchemical/psychoanalytical/postmodern themata, the ending will be very satisfying. 

So. What was once speculated to be a symbol for emotional lows or turning points (among other things) in the bunker was textually hit with a bright green light, then Dean got curious about it in text, and we were told-- in text-- that oh it’s just a fancy spyglass, and now that the other worlds are gone, it has no purpose…. that’s what I mean about the geoscope now being “pure”-- it wasn’t clear whether the telescope ever had any function, subtetxtual or not, and now that it’s certain what it’s “function” was, it’s now freed up as a “symbol”-- unless like in Moby Dick it’s new “purpose” is revealed later, but right now it’s caught in this liminal place of not-quite-clue and not-quite-metaphor... 

However, and I didn’t put this in my first post because I was trying to be fast and not a wet blanket, but I felt like finally naming the geoscope was an ending. 

This is literally Singer, Dabb, and Co tidying up the house before locking it behind them.

I think when Dean said he didn’t see anything through the “telescope thing,” that we’re to understand that maybe this was the last hurrah of the cute, zany, campy “subtext” or even “metatext” if you’d rather that so many of us have been parsing and which has gotten so weird and bright since season 12/13. I think I said in one of the folklore posts that writing about some of the things I write about feels like making daisy chains in the endzone during the big game. Which is fun, that’s how I personally got through having to be in AYSO soccer for four years, by looking for four leafed clovers and eating orange quarters. And we got a wood nymph in this episode, textually even, so I could easily check the “folklore” box on this one. But the sheer euphoria of Last Holiday and all the sparkles it brought into the story aren’t meant to last. When you look back on fifteen years of text, a lot of it is bleak, miserable stuff. That’s not to say that episodes like Yellow Fever and Hunteri Heroici and Fan Fiction et al shouldn’t be celebrated. But I think from here on out, things are going to be less “golly gee, three birthdays!” and more “There she blows! --there she blows! A hump like a snowhill!”

This episode was a gift in many ways, not just for the sense of glee it transmitted-- it also did so much work and there are things I want to yell about in the way language was hit, the red versus green lighting, the way the backwards holidays worked, the projector as a metaphor for Mrs. B projecting her regrets and fears onto Jack, the amount of food that was created and consumed, how that smoothie was also an echo of “fairy food” or an underworld pact if you squint-- but the stakes are so high now. We haven’t been shown the next valley-- there was no final scene of Chuck rubbing his hands together like the villain from a melodrama, for example-- but the last image we got was Jack blowing out a candle. After the candle is blown out, the cake is dismantled and consumed. Once the story is over, all the themes that are so hard to grapple in a text like a television show can be gathered up and analyzed. (IS that all, though? After all, Dean made his own cake later, which, like, echoes of the “oh two cakes” comic lol...)

Since I really never want to leave anything I toss out on this blog on a last note of doom and gloom, however, I do want to say that I too understand what that last image meant. It meant, as Sam said, make a wish. Think of the future, think of free will, and hope for something wonderful to happen. (or do like me and wonder what the hell Jack wished for with dread and anticipation ha ha ha.)

[improvidus]

First Lines of Last 20....

Guidelines: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20,  just list them all.) Choose your favorite opening line, tag some friends!

I was tagged by the mine of story-telling gold and gorgeous soul that is @impossiblepluto. Thanks, fren!

1. Day One (Absolutely Not)

“I apologize for the wait, Dr. Khatri. There was a bit of an...emergency upstairs. I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here.” 

2. Mac + Drugs + Riley + Braids

Mac lets out a grunt as his previously limp burden shifts in his hold, throwing him off balance. He bumps against a tree to regain his balance and instantly regrets it when the rough bark digs into a bruise. “If you’re not gonna stay still, the least you could do is wake up,” he grumbles to the weight in his arms.

3. All That Remains in My War-Ravaged World

Riley’s world fades when the shot rings out, vision tunneling to the man who, a moment before had been elbow-deep in a bucket of miscellaneous items intended to save their lives, but is now folding to the warehouse floor like he’s a marionette and someone has snipped his strings. 

4. Mac + Breakfast + Jill + Dreams

“Jill?”

Jill jerks awake, sitting up too quickly and smacking her head on the corner of the monitor on her desk. She moans something indecipherable, rubbing at the tender spot as she slowly rises the rest of the way.

5. Deleted Scene | Faithful Friends, Who Are Dear to Us

Mac woke to warm sunlight filtering through the open blinds, casting sunbeams across the wall, the floor, his pillow, shining his eyelashes into warm halos of refracted light. In his own room, his own bed.

6. Faithful Friends, Who Are Dear to Us

They arrived late. And early. A paradox that Jack proudly—and loudly—boasted was a trick that only the two of them could pull off as Mac shushed him and set about picking his own lock.

7. My Darkest Hour

The call comes as he is on his way to the mess hall. One glance at the name on his screen has Jack’s feet shuffling to a stop, something unpleasant beginning to churn in his gut. Something’s wrong.

8. Mac + Ground Rules + Desi

"MacGyver, you got a minute?"

Mac finished tugging his shirt over his head in record time, not quite managing to smother his yelp before it broke free. "Desi. Hi." He turned to face her. "You know, it's customary practice to knock before barging into locker rooms designated to the opposite sex. Or better yet, just wait outside?"

9. Blood Brothers

The explosion rattles Jack’s bones, the shock wave knocking him backward.

10. The Overstretched Arms of Our Spoiled Hopes

His footsteps echoed on the wet cobblestones of the alley as he halfran after the boy. Dawn had not yet lightened the sky and yellow light from streetlamps and windows cast circles of sheeny light in the puddles.

11. Panic! At The Day Show

"So—and I think this is the question we've all been waiting for—Mars. What was it like?"

12. Live to Die Another Day

"Gregorio."

Gregorio groaned internally as she dropped a bag of tea into her mug.

13. The One About Naps

The first time it happened, Gregorio was pouring herself a cup of coffee. She had yet to acquire a taste for the "essence de chicorée," but with the way this case was going��had been going, non-stop, for nearly forty-six hours, now—she needed every drop of caffeine she could get.

14. Sonho Dourado

Mike Winchell shivers as the cool air of the locker room combines with the sweat evaporating from his back and shoulders to raise goosebumps on his skin. The smooth hands of the EMT prodding at his ribs are cold, too. He tells Mike that some of them are probably cracked, several are definitely bruised, but none are broken. Mike figures that's good news, though he doubts the pain could be much worse if they had been broken.

15. Like a Bridge Over Troubled Waters

"You always were a party animal."

16. That Darn Cat

Jim Gordon rubbed at the back of his neck as he ascended the last flight of stairs to Barbara’s flat, trying in vain to ease away the headache that had been growing steadily since morning. He was fairly sure the coffee-to-water ratio he had been consuming that week weren’t exactly helping. Or the lack of sleep behind the excessive coffee-drinking.

17. Implicit Demand for Proof

Irena Neski stares at the door for what feels like an eternity after he leaves.

18. I, His Isthmus

"You good?" Jack Ryan paused at the step of the motel's front door, frowning with concern at the pale face of his burden.

19. t a p s

Jim Greer exited his room and headed for the neighboring one, panting ever so slightly. His heart had long since calmed down, and now he felt only a dull ache in his chest.

20. Aftermath

I close my eyes and let my pounding head rest against the cool wall of the subway station. An EMT prods at the hole in my shoulder as the buzz of voices slices through my numb mind, making it even harder to think.

I think my personal favorite is No. 3. I’d love to know what y’all’s favorites are!

I’m tagging anyone who wants to participate :D

[kookscrescent]

SECRETS │ 04 │ jjk

➤ pairing│Jungkook x female reader ➤ summary│Finding someone who doesn’t know who he is, is rare for Jungkook. Everywhere he goes people seem to know his name, his face and the group he’s a part of. But when he comes across someone that doesn’t know any of that, he isn’t in any hurry to reveal that part of his life and the secrets keep piling up. ➤ rating│PG-13 ➤ genre│fluff, dating au, idol au ➤ warnings│kissing, strong language, swearing, the f bomb gets dropped a few times, angst if you squint, fluff ➤ word count│2.6k│semi edited ➤ release date│April 17th 2020 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

➤ chapter index│prologue│01│02│03│04│05│06 

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When he does not make any more moves after a few seconds, thinking he is done, you open your eyes just as he gently presses his lips against yours.

Your eyes immediately fall shut!

Oh boy!

~~~

His lips barely move against yours for the first few seconds, giving you enough time to pull away if you wanted to; but you don’t, and slowly you begin moving your lips, Jungkook quickly following suit and soon enough your lips are moving in tandem.

You take your time, soaking in the feeling and excitement of your first kiss. You feel his tongue rubbing along your lower lip, quietly asking for permission to deepen the kiss. You don’t fight him on it, softly parting your lips to allow his tongue to stroke against yours.

On instinct, you fall into him – the palms of your hands resting on his chest, your fingers curling into the material of his jacket. Softly you hum against his lips, when he brings both of his hands to your cheeks, cupping them and the pads of his thumbs stroking over your cheekbones.

You could stay like this forever! Stay connected with him like this, feeling nothing else but his lips and his hands on your face. This must be what heaven feels like!

A soft groan coming from Jungkook vibrates through your core, making every nerve ending in your body tingle and come to life. If that are the sounds he makes when kissing, imagine the sounds he would make when-

No stop it!

All too soon you have to pull apart, the need for air becoming too overpowering for the both of you.

Pulling apart, you suddenly feel shy, your cheeks betraying you for the hundred time tonight. You have kissed guys before, but none of the can ever live up to the kiss you just shared with Jungkook!

Jungkook rests his forehead against yours, his eyes shining, and his pupils slightly dilated. You are sure that your own resemble his.

He smiles then and your stomach curl with butterflies.

“Aren’t you glad you decided to trust me?” he smirks pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

You chuckle, eyes closing at the feel of his lips, “Very,” you breathe.

Back at the car, Jungkook opens the door for you again – like a true gentleman would – before he gets in himself.

You honestly don’t know what time it is, and you really could not care less, but judging by the countless of stars in the sky and the cold breeze that has settled amongst the trees, you would guess that it is quite late and you already know Jisung is going to question you when you get home.

Jungkook starts the car, and almost immediately you feel warmth on your hand. You look down; Jungkook has placed his hand on top of yours, his fingers curling around your own and his thumb stroking over the soft skin on your knuckles.

You don’t know what to say, just staring down at his hand as he strokes yours. It feels good! Way too good than it probably should feel on a first date, but nonetheless you don’t want him to let go!

It is then you notice something on his knuckles. You frown a little. Tattoos? When did those get there? And why had you not noticed them before?

Because you were too busy drooling over him, that’s why!

“I like your tattoos,” you break the silence in the car, deciding to compliment them instead of making a fool out of yourself for not noticing them and asking him when he got those.

His eyes flicker from you and down to his hand. He smiles warmly upon seeing familiar ink etched into his skin, “Thank you.”

You want to ask him more about it. Like what does it mean; ARMY, what does it stand for? Does he have a connection to the army? And what does the J above the M mean? And the crown? The small smiley face on his middle finger, what does that symbolize? You want to know more about it all, but before you even get the chance, Jungkook asks you if you have any tattoos.

Shaking your head, you sigh, “No,” you pout, “not yet anyway.”

Curious, he raises his brows, “You want one?”

“Yeah, I’ve always been really fascinated with tattoos and I’ve always wanted to get one, but I also don’t want to get one just to have one, you know,” you explain, “when I get a tattoo I want it to have a meaning.”

He nods along as you speak, keeping his eyes on the road but you know he is listening to every word you say.

“Do you have more tattoos than these?” You ask him, your other hand daring to reach over and brush across the letters on his knuckles.

Jungkook breaths sharply when he feels your touch, but he quickly composes himself. He stops at a red light, turning to you, his famous smirk appearing on his face before he speaks, “The entirety of my arm is covered.”

Your eyes practically turn to teacups, “Really?!”

“Mostly,” he laughs at your expression just as the light turns back to green and he begins driving again.

“Wow,” you whisper, your eyes traveling up his jacked covered arm as if trying to visualize what tattoos he might have under there.

Never in a million years would you have pegged him as a guy to have a full sleeve of tattoos. A few here and there, sure, but not a full sleeve.

But you can picture it clear as a day now that he has told you. You don’t think it would be just one design traveling the length of his arm. No, you bet he has multiple separate tattoos that all correspond with each other in some way or form. Maybe some writing of some kind, probably also something manly; like a skull or a snake. Maybe he even has a flower or two thrown in there? Perhaps a rose of some sort?

You are so lost in your own little world, picturing him without his jacket on – and shamelessly also without his shirt, but don’t tell anyone – trying to visualize what tattoos he might have, that you don’t even realize that he has already stopped the car outside of your apartment.

Disappointment washes over you in an instant! You don’t want the date to end yet! You want to keep talking to him and spending time with him.

Jungkook sees your pout. He does not blame you, if anything he feels the same way. It might be late in the night, but to him it is still way too early to end the date.

In the years he has been in the spotlight, never has he met anyone that does not know how he is or freak out in the slightest when meeting him. But meeting you was like a breath of fresh air for him! Like a completely new world he is ready to discover. Like a dream come true.

But he knows that the dream will inevitably turn to a nightmare at some point… there is no way around it, and truly he is the only one to blame for it. In a way he damns the day he first met you and the fact that he did not just tell you straight away who he was and what he did for a living.

No, instead he made up a handful of lies to be able to live a little while longer in this dream world of a bubble he has created for the two of you.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask Jungkook, seeing his somber expression as he stares down at your conjoined hands.

His down turned lips slowly rise to a smile and his thumb continues its stroking across the front of your hand, “I’m thinking that I don’t want to let you leave yet.”

“No?” you smile meeting his eyes.

He shakes his head, “No.”

“Then what do you want?”

A moment of purely electrifying tension passes before Jungkook slowly lowers his eyes to your lips, his tongue sneaking out to wet his bottom lip. You are captivated by the movement, your chest rising and falling.

“I want to kiss you again.”

Your breath hitches as you lean further towards him, “Please,” you breathe.

Releasing your hand, Jungkook cups the side of your face before smashing your lips together in a hot and messy kiss. This kiss is not like your first kiss. This kiss is much more intense, electrifying and… hot!

Leaning further over the middle console, you sneak your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with his hair, combing through it, tugging it, making him groan and you repeat the action just to draw another one from him.

You move with each other, teeth slashing together here and there but neither of you care, tongues dancing and breaths mixing like both of your lives depend on in. In this moment there is no one else in this world that exists.

Just Jungkook and you.

~ JISUNG POV ~

“Fucking Rose!” Jisung curses into the cold night air, kicking a random stone that is in his way, “Why does she have to be so fucking difficult?!”

He is talking to himself, loudly, anyone walking by would most likely think he is crazy, but after the night he has had, he thinks he might just be crazy.

Crazy to keep dealing with Rose’s fucking drama bullshit!

Speaking of the devil… he feels his phone vibrating in his back pocket. He does not even need to check the caller id to know who it is.

He already knows it is Rose!

He left her sitting at the bar he asked her to come to after you left to go out with June…

He knew it was a downright bad idea the moment he send her the message about meeting up, but he did not want to… essentially, dump her over the phone! He might be an asshole, but he knows right from wrong.

Rose had probably gotten her hopes up the minute the text rolled into her inbox, because Jisung never texts her except for when he wants sex, never, that is his rule! But when he asked her to meet up at a local bar, she probably thought it was because he was finally going to ask her to be his girlfriend.

But no.

He had it all planned in his head, he had even practiced it over and over again so he would not be sidetracked by her charms; aka her boobs!

He would go in, sit down at a table in the back where not many people would be able to see or hear them talking, he would wait for her to arrive – because knowing her, she would show up later than planned just to be sure she was making an entrance – then he would start out by saying that she is a great girl, that none of this is her fault – lie! Almost… – then he would lay it all out for he, give her the honest truth… that he is just not ready to settle down.

It might be only half the truth, but at least she would not be so hurt afterwards.

But no no… Rose had her own idea of how it would all go. Jisung practically had not gotten a single word in before she started ripping his head off, accusing him of being a complete asshole who only thought with his dick and that he should learn to appreciate what was right in front of him and how good she was for him.

He had been ready to agree with her, until she told him that she had slept with his collogues Seo Joon out of spite and to “get back at him”. He had kept his cool at the time, keeping his rising anger at a bay, only allowing it to come forwards after he left.

Admittedly, it did bug him a little bit that she had slept with someone else! All this time she had been going on about him sleeping with other girls and that it was an asshole move, and then she goes and does the same thing.

Maybe it is the face that he thought she was a sure thing to return to when his bed got cold? Or maybe he did not really think she would ever do it?

Out of spite and with a straight face, he had told her that Seo Joon could keep her and that she was not even that good in bed anyways.

That had been the tip of the iceberg for her, and she leaned across the table and slapped him across the face.

He deserved that one!

Eventually his phone stops vibrating in his pocket, but no sooner has it stopped does it start ringing again.

With a frustrated sigh, he answers, “What?!”

“You are a fucking asshole Jisung, you know that?!” Rose’s sharp voice cuts through the phone, ringing loudly in his ear.

“So I’ve been told a few times,” he replies cold.

Much more of this and he is going to lose his fucking head!

“Well prepare to hear it for the rest of your fucking life asshole, because you are! You’re a-“

“Is that all you called to tell me Rose?” he cuts her off, reaching the corner of his apartment building. All he wants right now is to be done with this so he can go to bed and sleep like any of this did not happen.

“No!” she practically screams, “I also called to tell you that you’re a goddamn fucking…”

He lets her trail off, biting his ear off, but he only pays half a mind to it when he notices a black car parked in front of the building with two people making out like horny teenagers inside.

Snickering, he has the urge to knock on the window and tell the couple to go get a room. That is until the girl in the passenger seat starts to look uncomfortably familiar.

That hair, the jacket… he knows the girl. Frowning, he steps a little closer, careful not to get caught by the two.

Oh, he definitely knows the her!

It’s ____!!!!!

Making out with some dude!!

“…you idiot fucking asshole! Now what do you have to say to that?” Jisung had almost forgotten that he was talking to Rose on the phone, too engrossed in the scene taking place in front of his eyes.

“I have to go,” he hangs up on her, stuffing away his phone.

____ is making out in a car with some random dude in the middle of the fucking night?! What the fuck?

Why would you lie to him about that? Why would you not just tell him that you had a date instead of him having to tease you about your obvious lying and then catching you practically dry humping in a car?

The guy turns in his seat, showing more of his face to him, and he too looks oddly familiar. Not familiar as in a oh I know you, we have hung out before, or in a we are friends way, but in a I have seen your face somewhere before way!

The dark blue tips of his hair catch the streetlight, an just like a switch being turned on, he realized just who the fuck you are sucking face with!!

“June my fucking ass…”

I’m really happy with how this chapter turned out!!! Arrggghhhh they finally kissed! Annnnd Jisung knows who Jungkook is, uhhh... I wonder how the next chapter is gonna turn out ;) 

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[idnek83]

Aid - Chapter 6/13

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Alternate Universe - Island Mode, No Game Spoilers, Masturbation,  Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Grinding, Wet Dreams, Anal Fingering,  Friends With Benefits,  Getting Together, Internalized Homophobia, Anal Sex

Summary: Everyone is hot and half naked because of their beach vacation. Soda is horny and tries to do something about it. Gundham tries to help and does. It all gets a little out of hand.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Read on Ao3

This Chapter: Soda is learning all kinds of new things about himself. Soda does a lot of thinking, mostly about Gundham.

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Ok, it was time to fucking do this.

Soda grabbed the bottle of lube, unzipped his coveralls, and-

Realized he should probably take it slow.

He put the lube back where it had been. It was probably best to, like, get into it first, before he started trying new things.

He sighed and laid back on his pillows, closing his eyes and letting his mind wander. He thought of his dream, the one that had made him want to buy lube in the first place.

He honestly didn’t remember what having a dick in his ass had felt like in it, he just remembered his brain telling him it felt good.

His heart beat a little faster and his dick was starting to get hard.

He remembered Gundham kissing him, in the dream, remembered how it had been so gentle to start, before everything had shifted and Gundham had started basically fucking his mouth with his tongue. Honestly, both sounded so fucking good, and Soda brought his hand up to lightly stroke his clothed cock.

He was starting to get kind of warm. Should probably get some layers off.

Soda pulled of his beanie and let if fall to the floor by his bed as he pulled his arms out of his sleeves and worked the rest if his body free from his coveralls. He threw them off the bed, quickly followed by his tank top, and laid back down, now just in his underwear.

He looked down at the growing bulge in his boxers and gave it a light squeeze before dipping his hand below his waistband. He wrapped his hand around his hardening cock and remembered the way Gundham had teased him on the beach. Just barely touching his cock while kissing and biting at his thighs and stomach. Soda used his free hand to pinch his inner thigh and let out a sigh from how good it felt.

But Gundham’s mouth had felt better.

He took off his boxers and shifted a little, bending his knees up and parting his legs to imitate the position he had been in on the beach. He remembered how hot he felt when Gundham ha pushed him onto his back like this, how the thought of Gundham fucking him had passed through his mind at that moment, before he realized Gundham was about to suck his dick instead of-

Right. He had thought Gundham was going to kiss him. He bit his lip and sucked on it a little.

Gundham had sucked his cock instead. Soda bucked into his hand a little as he remembered how good it had felt once he had finally gotten Gundham’s mouth on him. He began pumping his hand as he thought about how good it had felt when he had his mouth on Gundham’s cock.

He pressed his lips together to muffle a moan.

Gundham had a nice fucking cock. It was long and thick and had had a satisfying weight to it in Soda’s mouth. He remembered his dream and hoped it would feel just as good in his ass.

He gave his own cock a squeeze as he reached for the lube. He was fully hard now, and if he waited much longer, he’d probably just forget the whole thing and jack-off like normal.

He continued slowly stroking his dick as he brought the bottle in front of his face, he felt stupid looking for instructions, but he had literally no idea how much he was supposed to use. Probably like, a lot, right?

“Use a few drops and-“

Fuck you lube bottle, what the hell do you know anyways? Soda was gonna use as much lube as he god damned pleased, and there was nothing some dumbass bottle could do to stop him.

He removed his hand from his cock to open the bottle and squirted a few drops, for now, onto his fingers. He rubbed his thumb through it, taking some time to marvel at just how slick it was on his fingers. It would probably feel pretty fucking good on his dick too.

He couldn’t help it, he lowers his lubed up fingers to his dick and gave it an experimental stroke.

Fuck. Yesss.

God, even if he ended up not liking ass stuff, he was keeping the lube. Like, he had used lotion to jack off before, and maybe it was just a mental thing, but the lube just made the glide of his hand on his cock feel so smooth and so good.

Shit. Right. Not here to just jack-off.

Soda forced himself to stop and apply a few more drops to his fingertips.

Ok, he could do this.

He lowered his hand, letting it slide down his hip and past his cock. He stroked his balls with his thumb and pressed two fingers to the flat bit of skin just behind his sack, before slowly letting them drift lower.

He gasped. Maybe it was just cus he was so worked up, but he hadn’t thought just touching his asshole would have felt that good. He took his time and just enjoyed the feeling of his slick fingers rubbing around it as his eyes fluttered shut. He used his middle finger press experimentally against his hole, not pushing in yet but just kind of testing the waters.

He brought his other hand back to his cock, fucking delighted to find it was still slick from before. He gave himself a few pumps, pulsing his fingers against his ass in time with them, and couldn’t help but moan. Ok, yeah, so far, it felt amazing. Thank you sexy dream.

He let out a breath and reluctantly took his hand away from his ass again. He didn’t care what the bottle said, he wanted to use a little more lube before he got to the actual, like, penetration.

He shivered as he placed his re-lubed fingers back against his ass. He took a deep breath and pushed one in.

It felt amazing for a second, then kind of uncomfortable the next. He shifted his hips a little and gave his cock a slow pump. Ok, the uncomfortable feeling was leaving, he just needed to let himself relax and get used to it.

He pushed his finger a little deeper and made sure to stroke his dick as he did. It was definitely starting to feel good again. He was only really up to his second knuckle, but he decided to give it a few experimental thrusts before pushing any deeper.

He was panting, it felt so damn good. He stopped pumping his cock of a minute so he could just enjoy the feeling of fingering himself. He pushed in deeper and moaned. Images of Gundham, his hands, his mouth, his cock, flashed through Soda’s mind and he began to thrust his finger again, biting down on his lip to keep himself from being too loud.

God, he should have just done this when Gundham had come by this morning, let him finger Soda till he came and then…

Soda wanted more, he withdrew his finger and pressed back in with two, and fuck, it was so good. He thought of Gundham’s soft smiles and teasing smirks from the beach.

“Stop teasing.”

“If that is your desire.”

He started pumping his fingers faster, imagining Gundham above him, kissing and nipping his way across his chest, up his neck and finally, fucking finally, pressing his lips against Soda’s.

He curled his fingers and nearly came right then. His whole body jolted, and his mind went blank. He knew he had found his prostate, the fabled ‘male G-spot’ and he and he had to stop everything he was doing for a moment to just breathe.

Fuck, this was the best idea he’d ever had.

He slowly curled his fingers again, teasing that same spot and he couldn’t stop himself from rolling his hips down, chasing that feeling. He started moving the hand on his dick again. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but it already felt so good, and he wanted to cum so badly.

He closed his eyes and Gundham was there again, above him, pumping his fingers into Soda’s ass and stroking his cock.

“My sweet companion.”

Soda picked up the pace, getting desperate, rolling his hips up into his fist and back down against his fingers. He wanted Gundham here.

“My paramour.”

He wanted Gundham here. He wanted him to hold him, and he wanted him to kiss him, and he wanted him to fuck him, and-

“Dearest consort.”

He wanted him to love him.

Soda came with a shout. His vision went white and he felt wave after wave of pleasure course through him. He could feel himself shaking, his whole body felt like it was on fire, but he couldn’t stop fucking his fingers into him, milking out every last bit of pleasure he could before his body finally went slack and he was forced to come back down to reality.

His breath was shaky.

What the fuck had he just thought.

He removed the fingers from his ass and wiped off the lube on the bed sheets.

What the fuck had he just thought.

He looked down, he was covered in his own cum.

What the fuck-

He got into the shower.

-had he just-

He rinsed of his cum and the remaining lube.

-fucking-

He pulled on some fresh clothes and got back in bed.

-thought?

He thought about the first time he had seen two men kiss on tv. Thought about his father’s sneer and the venom filled words he had uttered.

He stared at the celling.

He remembered a kid from school. Soda had watched him get his ass kicked while kids yelled those same words at him, laughing.

He was crying.

Sex didn’t bother him. He could fuck guys all he wanted, hell, he could even get fucked, that was fine too. As long as it was just physical, it was fine.

He couldn’t breathe.

No one really cared who you fucked, no one even needed to know who you fucked. Even if they found out, you could always just tell them that sex is sex. As long as it was just physical, it was fine.

He wanted to vomit.

You couldn’t fall in love, that crossed the line. Loving another man was wrong, it was gross, it was depraved.

He wanted to die.

As long as it was just physical, it was fine. That was the rule he had set for himself. That was the rule he thought he could live by.

He knew he could never just walk up to his friend’s, hand in hand with another guy, and introduce him as his boyfriend. He wouldn’t be able to take their looks of disgust and hatred, and he would be to weak to stand up to their beatings.

He didn’t even want to think about what his father would do.

But…

Maybe if he just never told anyone. If he kept his feelings a secret from everyone, kept the relationship behind closed, and locked, doors? Could he be happy then?

No. He wouldn’t be happy, the other guy probably wouldn’t be either. Even if they were, one of them would trip up eventually and the whole thing would just blow up in their faces anyways. That kind of relationship wasn’t worth it.

It wasn’t that he didn’t think any guys should be together, he just knew he couldn’t do it.

Soda couldn’t handle the fear.

Chatting about nothing with Gundham’s arm around him, he felt nice. He felt calm. He felt happy.

Soda couldn’t handle the judgment.

Gundham’s hand in his hair, holding him to his bare chest. “I forgive you for all that you believe you have done wrong.”

Soda couldn’t handle the isolation.

Surrounded by his friends in the ocean. He wondered what Gundham was up to.

Soda couldn’t handle the anxiety.

Gundham holding Jum-P towards him. “If you are nervous, I will lend you my aid.”

Soda couldn’t handle his own weakness.

Gundham looked miserable. “Sometimes all you really need is someone there to support you right? Everything’s a little less scary that way.” His own words.

Soda couldn’t handle anything.

But maybe Gundham could help him.

Next Chapter

[cherryeol04]

The Firsts

Summary: No one ever told him that living was going to be so difficult. That there would emotions get couldn’t label and distinguish. He’s just a young boy trying to navigate through life and its unexpected ups and downs.

Genre: Humor, Fluff, smut(?)

Pairings: Oc x Felix, Oc x Changbin, Changbin x Oc x Felix

Warnings: poly relationship, angst in some part, excessive fighting about the MCU.

Parts: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17

A/N: This story has a theme of Firsts. First love, first kiss and many other firsts. Each part can be read on their own and are meant to stand as oneshots. It’s basically a collection of oneshots (little snapshots into my Oc’s life. 😁)

Aiden eyed Changbin hard as the other fiddled with his laptop. The two boys sat in Changbin’s room on a particularly hot summer afternoon. It was the kind of hot that the simple thought of breathing exhausted them, which wouldn’t have been a bad thing had they been at Aiden’s house. His mother always insisted on running the air conditioning during the summertime to keep everyone sane - he sadly couldn’t say the same thing for Changbin’s mom, who insisted they just open the window and let the fresh air in. 

They had toyed with the idea of going somewhere to escape the heat, but anytime either of them thought about walking outside in the sweltering heat they decided against the idea. That’s when Changbin got an oh so great idea, one that Aiden was questioning the sanity of. “How do you even know what sites to go to? Did you like, google it?” He asked, eyes locked on the screen as Changbin pulled up a porn site. Images of naked men and women danced on the screen - most advertisements but the middle portion was dedicated strictly for the videos uploaded to the site. Aiden honestly wasn’t sure if he was turned on or repulsed by some of the lewd positions these men and women were in. 

“Yeah.” Changbin answered, startling Aiden out of his internal debate of if he was going to throw up or not at the site of a woman spread eagle in the thumbnail of a video while Changbin scrolled through. “Haven’t you watched porn before?” 

“I’m a good Christian boy.” Aiden huffed with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t partake in them sins of the flesh.” The forced exhale of laughter from Changbin had Aiden pouting. 

“Right. This coming from the guy who is making it a habit of waking me up in the middle of the night to tell me about his sexual dreams with Felix. Yeah, good Christian boy my ass.” He retorted and sighed. 

“Shut up! Okay listen, I’ve never thought of doing that okay?” Aiden whined, cheeks flushing with embarrassment because really, he felt like he was a weird kid. He was sure there were plenty of young men who spent their time watching porn and getting off. It was natural, or at least he assumed. 

“Wait.” Changbin shifted beside Aiden on his spot on the bed, eyes staring intently at him and Aiden actually shivered under the gaze - eyes adverting away. “So how do you know you’re gay?” He asked. It was a stupid question, but Aiden would be lying if he said he hadn’t questioned himself about that before. He had researched “how do you know if you’re gay” with safe search on. Maybe that’s what has kept him from seeing porn until now. 

“I mean, I like Felix and I have dreams about him. Doesn’t that make me gay?” Aiden asked confused, though he still refused to look at Changbin. 

“Yeah, but have you ever touched a dick before?” Changbin grunted when Aiden smacked his arm, their eyes locking once more as Aiden frowned.  “I’ve never seen porn before, but I know how to  jack off, idiot.” 

“Yeah, but have you touched someone else’s dick before?” The question had Aiden falling silent as he contemplated if it really mattered if he had touched another guy’s dick or not. Weren’t they all the same? Wasn’t it all the same? Was jacking off not considered a sign of knowing if he was gay?

“No?” He hadn’t meant to sound so unsure because the answer was a definitive no, he had touched no other dicks but his own. And yet he couldn’t help but feel shy and embarrassed for having that answer, a similar feeling he got when he was called to answer a question in class and was wrong. “Have you?”

“No. But I’m not the gay one.” Changbin shot back and Aiden groaned, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked towards the screen again and sighed. “So you’ve never watched porn and never touched another dick? Wow, you’re just an unconfirmed gay virgin.” Changbin teaser, a light laugh leaving him, but when Aiden didn’t laugh with him and avoided eye contact, he stopped and his smile fell. 

“Aiden? Hey, you know it’s okay right? I’m just teasing.”

“I know!” Aiden said quickly, but his insides were swimming with such a mixture of emotions that he wasn’t entirely sure what he felt most, embarrassment, self-pity, arousal even? It was very confusing for him. He jerked when he felt a hand touching his shoulder and he shyly lifted his gaze to meet Changbin’s. 

“Do you wanna, touch mine?” 

The question had Aiden sputtering in shock, eyes wide and cheeks now a darker shade of red than it had been before. “Do what? No! That would be so weird!” He exclaimed. “We’re like best friends.”

“Yeah, and best friends help each other out.” Changbin shrugged. “You know, gotta make sure you’re actually gay before your embarrass yourself in front of Felix.”  Aiden whined at that, but Changbin had a point. It couldn’t hurt, right? After all, Changbin was offering. 

“You’re sure it’s okay?” 

“Yeah, let me just find something that’ll get you off and -“

“What about you? I thought you weren’t gay?” Aiden questioned. 

“Hmmm.” Changbin hummed in thought. “I’m an equal opportunistic person. It’s fine.” He waved his hand at Aiden, his other hand gliding across the trackpad of the laptop to find the ‘gay’ section of the website. He scrolled for a bit after finding it and ended up choosing a video that looked pretty amateurish but the two guys were pretty young and twinkish. Given Aiden’s current crush, he figured these guys would be his type. 

Aiden wasn’t entirely too sure about this half baked plan, yet there was something exciting about it. He wasn’t sure what it was, but the idea of actually touching another dick was appealing if the surge of arousal that ran down his spine was anything to go by. Sitting back against the headboard, his eyes stared at the video that was slowly buffering while Changbin fought to close the six pop-ups about meeting hot singles in their area. 

Grumbling to himself, Changbin finally got the pop-ups closed and the video began playing - volume set low though he swore it was extremely loud. Perhaps it was because they were trying to watch porn in the middle of the day, and Changbin’s mother was out in the backyard tending to her garden. It was risky but thrilling and that alone had him half hard. But he was still hesitant, not sure if he should just whip his dick out now and start touching it. While he wasn’t a stranger to touching himself, it was different when someone else was in the room with him - almost embarrassing. 

Changbin settled next to him, his hand rested on his abdomen and looking so very comfortable and not at all fazed by this situation.  Aiden almost envied how calm and collected he seemed to be and decided that maybe he would just imitate the other; settling himself in the same position as Changbin, eyes moving to focus back on the laptop where the lewd, slurping sounds were spilling from. 

Five minutes or maybe it was 3 hours - Aiden couldn’t be sure - passed, and the video only seemed like it was halfway done. The two men had only recently just started fucking and by now Aiden knew of two different positions you could have sex in. He was learning a lot, but at some point, he had stopped analyzing and started feeling. Feeling how hard he was, how heady the moans from the strangers on the screen sent weird yet pleasant sparks of white-hot something through him. It was a sensation he hadn’t experienced before but he liked it, he liked it a lot. His hand slowly slipped from its resting place on his stomach and casually slid down to the front of his sweats - tented from his straining erection, a small wet spot forming. 

His pinkie was the first to graze it, touch light and airy. He inhaled harshly because fuck if that didn’t feel good. His cock twitched, throbbed and Aiden wanted nothing more than to wrap his hand around it and start stroking. But he stopped himself, unsure if he should because Changbin was still there. And even though he offered to let Aiden touch his dick, he hadn’t uttered a single word since the start of the video. Biting his lower lip, Aiden decided to take a quick peek at Changbin, eyes shifting to the other male and widening at the sight. 

“Hey! You said I could touch it.” He all but whined out, Changbin’s hand stilling over his hard member, head-turning to face him. His cheeks were flushed a bright red, lips parted as soft pants left them. 

“Sorry?” He muttered out breathlessly, a smirk playing across his lips. “You didn’t seem to be interested in doing much. You haven’t even touched yourself.” Changbin noticed and Aiden didn’t know what was hotter, how deep Changbin’s voice sounded when he was horny or the fact the other had actually been watching and waiting for him to start touching himself. Maybe both were equally hot? His cock seemed to think so as it gave another twitch at the thought, a reminder that it was still hard and needed attention. 

“Oh.” It was a pathetic response and Aiden lowered his head in slight shame. The laughter that Changbin let out only added to the shame and embarrassment that he felt and briefly he thought that maybe this was a mistake. He wasn’t given the chance to even suggest that maybe they should stop when he felt fingers close around his wrist with gentle pressure. The movement was hesitant, Changbin giving him the chance to pull his hand away. Aiden let his hand be guided, though, watching with a curious gaze and excitement building up inside him as his hand was placed over the straining erection of his best friend. It was instinct that his fingers curled and closed around it and Aiden marveled at the feeling. 

It was different. He couldn’t explain why or how, but feeling Changbin hot and heavy in his hand was so different than feeling himself in his hand. He really it. Aiden moved his hand, angle awkward as he did his best to stroke the other - going slow at first as he watched Changbin’s expression for confirmation of how he was feeling. His lips were parted, soft moans leaving him as his hand fell from Aiden’s wrist, letting the other do what he wanted. 

“I-Is this okay?” Soft, meek, Aiden would have been embarrassed for just how damn shy and unsure he sounded at that moment, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was more worried about making Changbin feel good.

“Harder.” Aiden’s hands faltered for a moment, brows furrowing at the words. He found Changbin’s hand resting over his, fingers pressing into Aiden’s to tighten his grip and - oh. “Fuck.”

Who would have figured such a simple word could cause such a burning desire to bubble up in Aiden’s chest, a moan tumbling from his lips. Shit, how embarrassing. Was he supposed to be getting off on the sounds of Changbin? Wasn’t that weird? There were so many questions racing through his mind, but he had to push them to the back and focus. Focus on the hot cock twitching in his hand, precum beading up at the slit. He thought about tasting it but decided against it. That would surely be too weird for friends to do. 

His hand worked over Changbin at a steady and even pace. On each upstroke, he would give a little squeeze just under the head, an action he found that Changbin seemed to like as his head fell back against the headboard with a loud thunk - more sinful moans falling filling the air. 

“Binnie,” he brought his bottom lip between his teeth once more as he watched the way Changbin’s back arched, hips jerking up into his hand, driving his cock faster into his fist. “Changbinnie~” he tried again, successfully getting the other’s attention this time.  Dark eyes clouded with lust locked with his and Aiden gasped sharply, lips pressing together to suppress a moan because fuck if that look wasn’t hot. 

“What is it?” Aiden stuttered, stumbling over his words as he tried to tell Changbin that he wanted to be touched too, but the words simply wouldn’t come out. The corner of Changbin’s lip curled upwards and Aiden pouted, whining in frustration. 

“Me too.” He sounded like a child, wanting to be included and Changbin could only chuckle as he shifted on the bed - weight resting more on his left side as he reached over and ghosted his fingers over Aiden’s crotch, pulling a loud gasp from the other. 

“I barely touched you.”

“Felt good anyway.” Aiden whispered, eyes closing and head-turning away from embarrassment. Changbin laughed lightly, head shaking at the comment. Aiden was truly something else. His hand cupped Aiden, fingers closing around him lightly, stroking slowly. Aiden’s hips jerked up at the touch, loud whimpers and moans leaving him. 

“Be quiet, don’t want my mom to hear.” Changbin scolded lightly, receiving a whine in protest, yet Aiden bit his bottom lip to try and stifle the noises that wanted to spill from him. The pleasure he felt was different. It was stronger, heightened and he could only imagine it was like that because someone else was touching him. It was exhilarating. 

“Binnie.” Aiden breathed, breath hitching as he jerked his hips up again, his cock sliding against the loose fist around his still covered cock. “Please.” He practically begged. Changbin grunted and tightened his grip, but his hand was slow - almost lazy - as he mimicked the pace Aiden had slowed to on his own dick. 

“This better?” 

“No.” It sounded almost like a growl, Aiden’s brows furrowed together in frustration because it certainly wasn’t better. Sure Changbin was stroking him but it wasn’t nearly as fast as Aiden wanted. It was like a small sizzle of fire just under his skin and he needed some winds to fan the flames and make him burn. 

“Maybe you should start moving your hand then.” Changbin quipped, smirk dancing on his lips as Aiden finally turned his head back and stared at Changbin. 

“You’re the worst.” He whispered with a pout and Changbin snorted. 

“Hey, I wanna get off too. So start stroking.” Aiden rolled his eyes, but his grip tightened around Changbin and he started stroking him once more. His mind was focused once more on how Changbin felt in his hand, and the lewd moans he was pulling from the other, so loud against his ear. And he was the one that supposed to be quiet? “Fuck, just like that.” Hot and heavy - breathless - the words were whispered, Changbin’s lips grazing against his ear as he shifted closer to him. The hand left him, and Aiden was close to sobbing and begging for more that it was actually humiliating. But he wanted it so badly. He needed Changbin’s hand on him. 

Thankfully, before any words could leave his lips, Changbin’s hand slipped under the hem of his sweatpants and underwear. The second skin met skin, Aiden could swear he saw heaven because fuck if that didn’t feel amazing. “Binnie.” Aiden whimpered pathetically, his voice nearly inaudible over the loud hiss Changbin let out as Aiden squeezed him just a little too hard. Panting harshly, Changbin gripped Aiden and stroked him quickly, chuckling as Aiden jerked and trembled under his touch. His thumb grazed over the head, smearing each bead of precum that bubbles up.

Aiden groaned as he lowered his head to rest on Changbin’s shoulder, eyes screwed shut as he basked in the pleasure the other was causing. Briefly, he released Changbin’s cock long enough to shift himself into a more comfortable position facing the other. Reaching back down, he grabbed Changbin again and started stroking him - mimicking the way Changbin’s fingers moved over his cock. His movements were quick and not nearly as clean as Changbin’s but it seemed to be enough. Breaths mixed and mingled, moans lingering in the silent room as the two boys worked to get each other off. 

It was embarrassing how quickly Aiden reached his end, the heat in his gut coiling tighter and tighter. “Changbin.” He breathed out, wiggling against the other to grip the other’s wrist with his free hand and failing. “Stop, gonna cum.” Even with the warning, Changbin didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping. It only seemed to spur him on more as he stroked his cock faster. He was twitching and leaking heavily in Changbin’s grasp. “Chang-“

“Cum.” The demand whispered so hotly in his ear had Aiden tensing, his body reacting on its own. Needy whines and choked gasps fell past parted lips as Aiden’s head fell back onto the pillows behind him as he came into Changbin’s hand. It was intense, an orgasm that Aiden didn’t think it was possible he could have. He certainly couldn’t get himself off this well. 

“Fuck, shit.” He gasped out, muscles slowly relaxing as the last wave of ecstasy washed over him. The soft hum from Changbin captured Aiden’s attention and he reminded of what he should have been doing. He started moving his still hand once more, finding the movement slicker and as he looked down he realized Changbin already came - his cock softening in his hand, so he released him. He was at a loss for words now, both of them quiet save for their pants as they rode down their highs. 

Silently, Changbin reached over Aiden and grabbed a few tissues from his bedside table. Cleaning up their messes took a bit of time and in the end, Aiden was sure there was probably some cum that got on the comforter. “So, have fun?” Changbin asked as he tossed the wads of tissues into the trash can.

“Yeah.” Aiden swallowed thickly, tongue swiping against his dry lips in an effort to revitalize them. “That was mind-blowing.” He said and laughed lightly. 

“You think that was mind-blowing? Wait till you actually have sex.” Changbin snorted as he settled back down in his bed, laptop long-forgotten near the end.  “You’ve had sex?” Aiden asked in shock, eyes wide. How could his best friend not tell him something that important?

“No, I’m just saying.” Changbin said quickly. “I hear it’s supposed to be really good.”

“Oh.” Aiden wasn’t at all convinced, but he would let it go for now. 

“So, can you say with 100% conviction that you’re gay?” Changbin asked, reminding Aiden of the whole point of them even jerking each other off. 

“Oh! Yeah.” He said, a goofy smile spreading over his lips. “Dicks are fucking amazing.”

“Are they now?” 

“Completely. I wonder if Felix has a nice dick?” Aiden contemplated, crying out when Changbin shoved him roughly off his bed. “Dude!”

“I just got you off and you’re talking about another man. Not in my bed!” 

Groaning, Aiden sat up and leaned against the side of the bed. He stuck his tongue out at Changbin, laughing. 

“Whatever. Wanna shower?” He asked and Changbin nodded. “Cool, but no butt stuff!” Aiden said as he climbed to his feet, grinning. 

“I swear to god, I’m going to drown you under the showerhead.” Changbin threatened halfheartedly, pulling another laugh from Aiden as the male walked naked from his room. 

“You know you love me!” 

Yeah, maybe he did.

[eldritchsurveys]

1075.

1 - When was the last time you subscribed to a new service such as Netflix or Spotify? Was it worth the money? >> Hmm... I think the last service I signed up for was Scribd, earlier in the year when they had that pandemic promotion. It ended up being something I use almost daily, so definitely worth it.

2 - What was the last thing you had to eat? Was it a meal or just a snack? >> A chocolate cookie. Just a snack. Been kind of fixated on chocolate lately (which is amusing, considering how often I’ve said I don’t like chocolate. which is still true for milk chocolate and any other variety that is more sugar than cocoa, but I have come to realise that cocoa is the shit).

3 - Would you rather shop in person or online? How come? >> Online is far simpler for things that I already know I want (and don’t mind waiting for while it ships), but for other things it can complicate matters -- clothes shopping online is hell, for example, unless I am already familiar with the particular brand’s sizing and fit.

4 - Who was the last person you spoke to via instant messenger? Do you have a good relationship with this person? >> The last DM I got was from Rook. I’m only recently acquainted with them.

5 - Do you have plans for tomorrow? >> No. I’m going to be bored as hell while waiting for the right time to renew my FFXIV sub.

6 - Do you spend a lot of time with your parents? What are some things you enjoy doing with them? >> ---

7 - Have you ever been bitten or attacked by a cat? What happened? >> I mean, maybe, at some point. I wouldn’t remember.

8 - Have you ever been to see a therapist before? Do you think it helped or made any kind of difference? >> Yes. It did not make a difference for a variety of reasons. I would love to start going in earnest, but... I’m poor and I live in the United States. You know.

9 - What was the last thing that happened that caused you to have a bruise? >> I got a new nightstand and banged one part of my thigh against its corner repeatedly until I got used to its size.

10 - Are there any animals asleep in the same room as you right now? >> No.

11 - What was the last thing you spent less than $10 on? >> A dried-flower bouquet at the farmer’s market, for offering purposes.

12 - What about the last thing you spent more than $10 on? >> A bottle of Bacardi coquito.

13 - Would you freak out if you saw a spider right now? What about a cockroach? >> It would depend on where I saw the spider, like if it popped up into my face out of nowhere -- that’d freak me out. If I happened to glance around the room and spotted one on the wall, though, that wouldn’t freak me out. A cockroach would freak me out no matter what the circumstance.

14 - Do you have any alarms set for tomorrow? >> No.

15 - Are you someone that enjoys cleaning/sorting/housework or does it bore you rigid? >> I love to sort and tidy, and I don’t mind vacuuming although I will procrastinate it sometimes, but "wet” cleaning isn’t fun for me at all.

16 - What can you hear at the moment? >> A MyNoise preset through my headphones.

17 - Mentally, has the pandemic had a positive or negative impact on you overall? What about physically? >> Overall it’s mostly had no impact. There’s been annoyances and small changes (and that month and a half when Sparrow was furloughed was... an adjustment...), but nothing major. My everyday really hasn’t changed all that much? 

18 - What was the last thing you plugged in to charge? >> My laptop.

19 - Do you use anything like air fresheners or scented candles? >> I use incense and the occasional scented candle.

20 - If you have a car, when was the last time you gave it a proper clean inside and out? >> ---

21 - When was the last time you went to work? When will be the next time you go to work? >> ---

22 - What’s your favourite way to spend a day off? >> ---

23 - Does it bother you when people show up to your house without asking? >> That would absolutely bother me and the person would hear about it. Fortunately, this is never an issue.

24 - Do you need to wear glasses or contacts? How old were you when you first needed them? >> No.

25 - Is there anything you’re putting off doing right now? How come? >> No.

26 - When was the last time you fell down an internet wormhole? What did you end up reading about or watching? >> I don’t remember.

27 - What was the last thing you looked up on Wikipedia? >> I think that was Romeo & Juliet, by following a link I saw in a tumblr post.

28 - Do you remember what you dreamt about last night? Was it a dream you’ve had before? >> Only a part of it -- I was on a plane or something similar and I was travelling with Idris Elba. For a large portion of the trip he was in the bathroom, and my general understanding was that he had a pill problem and was probably, uh... working off a steroid in there or something. Or jacking off. I don’t know, really. Anyway, he eventually came out of the bathroom and he was tired and sweaty and he sat down and I sat next to him and grabbed his hand and laid my head on his shoulder and was like “wb I missed you” and he said he missed me too. For the record, I don’t bother trying to figure out what my dreams are anymore, on the rare occasion that I remember anything about them at all. I assume a lot of them are just random. And no, I’ve never had this dream before, although I have had dreams featuring Idris before.

29 - Do you read a lot of news sites? >> I don’t read any news sites, usually.

30 - Do you suffer from road rage? What’s one thing other drivers do that really annoys you? >> I don’t drive. If I did, I highly doubt road rage would be a problem for me, since anger isn’t usually my default reaction in a stressful situation.