#jb non con

[sexilene]

lene we need some 80s slasher JB!!!

ohh shure! he gives creepy summer camp counselor vibes - 80s!slasher!john b

₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - p in v, non con, blood, violence, death, threats, slapping, spitting, obsessed!john b - ₊˚⊹

you'd gotten the most perfect job for the summer as a camp counselor at a sleep-away summer camp. after meeting everyone at the orientation you've become close to another counselor who will be working with you, john b. 

he was in charge of the boy's cabin and you the girls, and your groups would meet up for activities, bonfires, smores, and lunch. he'd honestly grown really attached to you since you were always doing things together, whenever he'd see you chatting with another guy he'd feel possessive and you weren't even dating! yet john b would also embarrassingly get hard watching you slide down your shorts, staring at how tight your bikini bottoms fit around your ass. he'd spend that night in his cabin jerking off, picturing your pretty body bouncing on top of him, wishing he could grab fistfuls of your ass. he'd finish in his fist all sweaty and out of breath. 

you sat at your group's table in the mess hall facing john b's table, both of you making eye contact every few seconds. 

when the dessert was ready, each table was called to go pick up their plate of cherry pie with vanilla ice cream. john b's eyes followed your figure as you walked up to the counter, waiting until all the little girls got their slices. one of the guys that was working inside the kitchen, clearly flirting with you, asks if you want some. you decline with a smile but the young man insists, saying he made it himself, he lifts up the fork with a piece of the warm pie and dripping ice cream to your lips. you indulge him by opening your mouth and closing it around the fork, swallowing the desert you widen your eyes and nod. "it's really good!" you smile, the guy's hand reaching out to swipe the little bit of ice cream that stayed on the edge of your lip. 

watching this, john b was furious, letting that fucking feed you, touch your lips....

that night, the little girls knock on your cabin door, right next to theirs. they complain that they heard someone scream coming from the mess hall and are too scared to sleep. you tell them it's probably nothing and to go back to sleep, that you'll check it out.

the girls do as they're told and you walk over to the mess hall and walk inside the dark space to see what could have been the noise, hearing some sort of noise coming from inside the kitchen you figure it could be an animal that got inside, you press your ear to the swinging door honestly too scared to actually look inside. 

the door then swings open, causing you to stumble back and meet eyes with john b, with blood on his shirt, hands, and on the knife in his hands. you stand there confused...'did he cut himself?' you think, then you see it, through the open door is the pie guy dead on the floor with his blood pooling around his body. john b's hand is quick to cover your mouth before you can scream, "shshsh, you don't need to do that bub, you're fine." he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you. 

you nod your head slowly, chest heaving. 

"i'm gonna let go now okay? need you to be quite f'me, can you do that?" he raises his eyebrows and you nod again, he takes his hand off our mouth. "m'gonna need to take your clothes off...got blood on them..." he tells you rather than asks you, he raises the knife and cuts your top up the middle. 

"john b? what's going on..." you whisper, clearly scared. 

"i can't wait anymore, you drive me crazy, i need to do this." he rambles while tugging off your shorts rather roughly. 

"john b did you stab the kitchen b-" he cuts you off with a rough kiss to keep you quiet. he manhandles you over one of the tables and lifts you on top, facing him. 

you whine as he brings the knife up to your face. 

"don't scream, don't want to whole camp to hear you, n'i don't want to hurt you pup"

you nod, tears spilling down your cheeks as he cuts your panties to get access to your hot messy pussy. 

"awww she's so pretty..." he coos, his big rough fingers slowly rubbing your clit, making you mewl. 

"jombee...i don't wanna...you killed someone!" you shake your head, almost hyperventilating crying. 

"hey, nuh uh, stop that." he pats your face to get you to listen to him. you watch as he pulls off his bloody shirt and unzips his shorts and pulls himself out, your eyes widening at the size. "he's not the only one i killed." he looks back into your eyes and you swear your heartbeat sped up and so did the pulsing of your cunt. 

"you're a murderer johnbee," you whisper but then gasp when you feel him start to push in, stretching your pussy. 

"i know, m'really mean, huh puppy?" he pouts mockingly and pinches one of your nipples making you squeal. 

"don't like being mean to you, but when you walk around acting like an angel, when i know you're a little tease...kinda have'ta put you in your place," he grunts, pounding into hard now, you can see the little bulge in your tummy. 

"i wasn't! i didn't mean to be! i didn't do anything!" you sob, one hand grabbing onto the table and the other hand gripping his bicep. blood sorta covering both of you from where he had touched you, he grabs your face with his hand and forces you to look at him. 

"wish you could be my good girl right now n'just take. it." he thrusts harder with his last two words. you wish you could scream at how scared you are of him but also at how good it feels. 

"open." he grunts, squeezing your jaw a little. you shake your head no as best you can, causing him to let go of your jaw and slap you, making your drooly cunt clench around him. "m'not asking again." he grabs your jaw again, and you open your mouth, and he spits into it making you whine in disgust. "swallow." you do as your told and swallow tears continuing to fall. 

"that's how a dumb little doggy gets treated, they get spit on." he grins and pulls out of you, manhandles you off the table, and bends you over, tits and face pressed against the wood. 

"nooo...no.." you drool onto the table. 

he bends down a bit to be right in front of your ass and spits on your other tight little hole, watching as his spit drips down to your pussy. you squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling and sob a little louder. 

he stands up straight again and reaches around to pat your sloppy little cunt now covered in his spit, and slides his cock back in. 

"s-so gross..." you mewl, making him laugh quietly, bringing the back of his bloody hand up to your face. 

"cum around me or i'll smear this on your face, you want that? hmm? some guy's blood on your face?" he threatens. "c'mon..." he bends down to press icky wet kisses to your cheek that instantly make you cum on on him, pulsing and squeezing him as your mind goes dumb. his big hand covering your mouth as you moan.

"there she is, good girl...yeaaah" he praises, thrusting into you more sloppily until he's pumping you full, flooding your poor little pussy. 

after a few seconds, he pulls out and uses his tip to smear yours and his cum around your pussy lips. 

"here." he hands you his bloody shirt for you to put on knowing it'll cover you enough to get back to your cabin decent, you pull his shirt over your head and make sure it covers your ass.

"we'll talk more tomorrow, okay sweetie? gotta go...clean that up." he tilts his head toward the body. "goodnight kiss?" he bits his lip, squinting his eyes, taunting you. you stand there lifting your head, he leans down to give you one last kiss on your lips, a string of saliva connecting your lips when he pulls away.  ᥫ᭡

[loveharlow]

SEVEN [SEASON 2] - 005 (PART 1)

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[7.3k] Early morning arrests and break ups, one member of the pogues goes rogue and gets into a world of trouble.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of death, forced drug use, abduction, mentions of physical violence, mention of non-con/sexual assault, disorientation

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A/N‧₊˚ Good doesn't come without bad :/ I'M SORRY also THIS CHAPTER IS SM BETTER W THE SONG TRUST ME

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“BETWEEN YESTERDAY AFTERNOON AND EARLY THIS MORNING, OUR KILDARE COUNTY POLICE DEPARTMENT CARRIED OUT SEVERAL ARRESTS IN THE MURDER CASES OF SUSAN PETERKIN, GAVIN BARNSTEAD, BIG JOHN ROUTLEDGE, AND OWEN CARTER.” Shoupe’s voice traveled from the small speaker of your phone. You were watching the local news — you, JJ, John B, Pope, and Kiara all sitting out on the pier behind The Chateau. It was still early, the sun just settling in the sky, providing a comforting warmth over the five of you.

JJ was laid outstretched on on the boat, head buried in his arms while Pope stood with his hands in his pockets. Kiara was kicking her feet, sitting on the wood of the dock as you and JB stood side by side, eyes glued to the phone screen as Shoupe continued giving his statement. “...The individuals in custody are our department pathologist Mark Daniels, officer Shane Graves, local attorney Rebecca Reyes, and Rafe Cameron.” Shoupe explained, swallowing harshly. “Unfortunately, our prime suspect, Ward Cameron was the victim of an explosion late yesterday afternoon. The other trials will take place in the following weeks, more updates are to come. Thank you for your time.” And then he was walking away from the podium swiftly, head down as chatter erupted and cameras flashed, the program cutting back to it’s anchor.

You sighed, powering off the phone and sliding it into your back pocket. 

“...He deserved it, right?” JJ asked, lifting his head from his arms and squinting his eyes from the harsh sun.

“Of course he deserved it.” Pope added, sitting down on the boat.”I’ve just...never seen anyone blow themselves up like that.”

“Cross that one off the bucket list.” The blonde shrugged, laying his head back down.

“Dude.” Pope said sternly, shooting JJ a look of warning as Kiara rounded the dock and sat herself next to John B who’d taken a seat inside.

Planting a gentle hand on his back, she spoke to him softly. “Are you okay?”

John B fiddled with his fingers in his lap, biting his lip. “It’s not me I’m worried about.”

POPE WALKED IN JUST AS YOU’D SLIPPED YOUR OTHER SHOE ON AND STOOD FROM THE SOFA, the boy stopping in his tracks.

“Where are you going?” He asked casually, resuming his slow steps plopping himself down on the sofa.

“Hopefully to get my dog back.” You said, patting your pockets to make sure you had everything. With the announcement of Rafe's arrest, you figured it was as good a time as any.

“...And you were just going to leave without telling anyone?” He asked, sitting up straighter, becoming increasingly more concerned. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t think JJ would agree with it either-”

“What does he have to do with anything?” You cut him off, your eyebrows set into a straight line.

“C’mon,” Pope sassed, standing from the couch. “It’s literally so obvious. It’s been obvious.” He said cooly. “Like, everyone knew he liked you before but now it’s clear you two have something going on. And you know how he is. He cares about you. A lot. You don’t wanna make him worry, do you?”

You wanted to tell him so badly. You felt like he needed to know why JJ wasn’t a priority right now. But you knew doing it would break Pope’s heart. Pope was in love with Kiara. And he deserved to know the truth, but you telling him out of spite wasn’t the best way to go through it.

“...Look, Pope.” You sighed, letting your shoulders fall. “Me and JJ aren’t on the best terms right now and I don’t want to be around him and I definitely don’t want his help. I know what I’m doing.” You assured, looking the boy in his eyes. “Okay? I’ll be fine, I promise.”

He seemed to sway on his feet, fighting with what to do in his head. “At least let me come with you. You can’t go alone-”

You immediately shook your head, putting your hands in front of you. “No, no. I don’t want you anywhere near Barry or Rafe without at least an army behind you.”

“But what about you?”

“...I’ve dealt with them before.” You affirmed, tensing your jaw.

Pope sighed in defeat, running a hand down his face. “Well, Rafe’s in jail but I doubt he’ll be in there long before he’s bailed out so you should be up against just Barry.” He pondered, turning to you and squinting his eyes. “...Fine. But if I call or text and I don’t get an answer, I’m telling JJ and everyone else. Deal?” He held out his hand.

The amount of care Pope had for your safety was sweet. So sweet it put a small, sheepish smile on your face. Connecting your hand with his, you shook it. “Deal.”

YOU SLOWED IN YOUR STEPS SOME FEET AWAY FROM THE SECLUDED TRAILER, wanting to minimize the chances of Barry seeing or hearing you before you even got to the door. The closer you got, the worse it smelled. You’d almost forgotten how the stench of weed and bonfire smoke stung your nostrils. Or how the overgrown grass scratched at your exposed legs, irritating the skin.

Your eyes immediately spotted a singular, metallic dog bowl — the inside smeared with what looked like canned meat. You felt sorrow and relief all at once. On the bright side, at least Marley was here. Or here at some point.

“Lookin’ for that mutt?” A familiar raspy voice sounded out. You whipped your head to the side to find Barry standing the doorway of his trailer. He startled you for a moment but the fear quickly diminished. After all, Barry rarely ever left the comfort of his trailer. He was dressed in a dirty wifebeater and shorts, his signature smirk plastered on his face.

“Where is she?” You asked, a hard expression on your face.

He simply drew his lips into a thin line, his eyebrows raising as he shrugged carelessly. “I ain’t got a damn clue.” He chuckled, shifting his weight against the frame and licking his lips. “Why don’t you ask Country Club?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “He’s in a cell. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here. Not alone, anyway.” You explained. “What, you don’t watch the news or something? Figured you’d keep tabs on your partner in crime.”

Barry just stood there smiling. Smiling weirdly. It made your stomach turn. You were never scared of Barry but he never failed to give you the creeps. “Trust me, I keep tabs.” He chuckled, strutting down the small staircase that led up to the door of his trailer. “You shoulda kept your ass away from here, Snoozie.” He told you, waving a finger in your direction, a mischievous expression on his face.

“...What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, pinching your eyebrows together.

“It means…whatever happens now is on you.” He smiled when suddenly, you felt two hands wrap around you and pull you into a body. One arm was on your neck, right under your chin as the other held your torso against the assailants. You could hear breathing in your ear — somewhere between heaving and chuckling as your body froze before trying to fight the person off to no avail.

“Hey, calm down,” You knew that voice.

It was the voice of someone who wasn’t supposed to be here.

“...Get off of me.” You warned, but it came out as more of a weak whisper.

You didn’t think you were afraid of Rafe anymore. But the feeling of his hands on your body, the force he was using to hold you in place, his warm breath against your neck — it all made you feel disgusting.

It made you feel like you were in the back of his truck all over again.

“Yeahhh…I can’t do that.” He laughed, walking you closer to Barry, his grip never loosening. “We’ll let you and your annoying ass dog go but, see, you walked into our domain? Alright, so…that means, we get to have our fun with you, first.” He whispered into your ear.

You watched helplessly as Barry pulled a plastic bag filled with a white, powdery substance from his pocket — scooping a decent amount onto the tip of his pinky before walking closer to you. "This for you and your friends stealin' my fuckin' money."

You began to dry heave, frantically shaking your head from side to side as he lifted the drugs to your nose. You jerked and jumped in Rafe’s hold, trying to do anything to get him to either let you go and disable Barry from drugging you.

“Hold her head still, Rafe.”

“Alright…” The Cameron boy groaned, carefully maneuvering the arm on your neck so that he quickly grasp your jaw, the strong hold causing an immediate ache as he held your head in place. 

“There we go…” Barry drawled on, shoving his pinky so far up your nose that it hurt, triggering you to cough vehemently but ultimately sniff the substance. “Aight, she should be out soon. Take her inside, my neighbors are nosy as shit...”

Rafe released your jaw as you coughed. Your whole chest hurt and your nostrils stung and tingled, the sensation traveling from the bridge of your nose and to your brain — the feeling somewhere in between a migraine and a brain freeze. When your coughing died down, your head began to feel light. As light as a feather on your shoulders. 

Their voices became inaudible in your ears, fading in and out. You tried to fight Rafe once more but you couldn’t feel your arms, or your legs for that matter.

The last thing you remember before the trees turned to blobs was Rafe carrying your body inside the trailer.

WHEN YOU OPENED YOUR EYES AGAIN, you didn’t know how much time had gone by. Minutes, hours…

Everything felt so heavy. Your eyelids were half close as that was as high as you could hold them. Your head rolled on your shoulders, gently swaying from side to side because holding it straight didn’t seem to be in your list of capabilities at the moment. Your lips felt permanently parted, not enough muscle strength to push them together and keep them there.

Looking around slowly, everything had a trail behind it. Everytime you turned, the object in your vision would leave behind a trail, like smeared paint. You didn't even know where you were, in all honesty. The kitchen? You looked up, letting your eyes settle before you realized what you were looking at — your hands. They were tied to a pole. A rack, of sorts.

You couldn’t even feel it. You tugged and tugged, at least you thought you were. But it didn’t look like your hands were moving.

“You awake now?” A voice echoed in your ears. You lowered your gaze to a find a figure in front of you.

Rafe, you concluded once your vision settled. 

You swallowed and you could feel that, a little bit too much. It felt like you were swallowing rocks. What did Barry give you? “...Can you untie me?” You spoke.

“I’m sorry,” Rafe said, his voice sounding weird in your ears. He crouched down in front of you, his eyes boring into yours. He looked so much scarier. “...What was that? You’re mumbling, sunshine.”

You swallowed again, the action causing you to blink harshly - the smear of colors hurting you vision when you opened your eyes again. “...Can you untie me?” You mumbled once more, but you didn’t know you were mumbling. In your ears, you could hear your voice so clear. It was so loud and it echoed, like yelling down an empty hall — every sounded bounced off the walls.

Rafe just stared at you. It looked like he was thinking before he shrugged lightly, shifting closer to you and reaching above your head where your hands were bound. “You’re too weak to go anywhere anyway…can’t do anything…might as well.”

You felt your arms float to the floor as Rafe held the rope in his hands, examining it before tossing it to the side. His gaze returned to you, analyzing your face as if he’d never seen it before. His blue scanned over you in your entirety, drinking you in with his eyes. It felt like he was staring straight into your soul, taking every part of it for himself. He was your focal point, everything else behind him fading into a mess of colors. 

Even in your altered state of consciousness, your body still found the strength to flinch when his hand reached out to touch your face, his fingers leaving a fiery trail in their wake. “...You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered, his voice sounding ghostly in your ears. “I just want you to let me love you. And you won’t…” His words made you ill. So ill that you were sure that your stomach audibly turned. “I never…meant to hurt you. But you just made it so hard.”

You could see the tears welling in his eyes and the redness blooming on his nose. He was…crying. Or trying not to. You couldn’t clearly tell. “And then you told everyone that I..raped you.” He choked out, threading his fingers through your hair as you tried to move away from his touch, the sound of his digits scraping against your roots making your body recoil. “We both wanted it. You were just too ashamed to admit it. You thought it was wrong, that we were wrong. You were fighting me, I'll admit…but you wanted it.”

You shook your head, bile rising in your throat. “...Didn’t.” You choked out, throwing your head back against the wall. “I didn’t…want it.” You breathed. “And I…don’t…love you.” You struggled to form fluent sentences, your words slurring in on each other even with the long pauses in between nearly each word. “You and your family…took everything f-...from me.” Talking was as hard as hiking up the steepest hill in the world. “I just want my dog back. Can’t you j-...just give her to me?”

“Jesus- forget the fucking dog!” Rafe screamed, kicking a nearby object. You couldn’t see what it was. His hands gripped his hair at the roots, the boy pacing back and forth in front of you before crouching down in front of you once more, closer this time. “This is about us — me and you. I am in love with you. So, why is it…that you can’t love me back? You led me on. You made me like this-”

“No, I didn’t.” You cried, head thrown back as you looked up at the ceiling, tears running from your eyes, the droplets tickling your cheeks. “You made…me like this.” You said tearfully, a cough following the statement. “I was fifteen. I didn’t know…any better. But you did.” You wailed, lowering your head to look at him, although your head still swayed. “And when I did…know better, you didn’t w-want to let me go. And it doesn’t even matter…” You almost laughed through your tears. “Because your dad…ruined my life months before we even met.”

Rafe was quick to wrap his hand around your neck after that, squeezing harshly. He edged his face closer to yours, the tips of his hair tickling your forehead as stars invaded your vision, or what remained of it. “My dad? Did what he had to do. Alright? He’s not a monster.”

“...Neither was mine.” You croaked out. Rafe looked between your eyes with an expression you couldn’t place. Sadness? Anger? Whatever it was, he felt enough of it to release his grip, you taking the biggest gulp of air possible, your hair falling in front of your face as you held it down weakly.

He stood up from his crouching position in front of you. You heard him pace around once more as you caught your breath, each intake feeling like you were breathing in the coldest air ever, before you cried out in pain, the sound hurting your ears. Rafe had grabbed a fistful of your hair, using it to pull you up, but you could barely stand so the angry boy used his other hand to grip your upper arm for support. Using the hold he had on you, he drug your limp frame into the small living area, throwing you onto Barry’s tattered sofa.

…Where was Barry?

You landed on your side, rolling over onto your back. The whole room was spinning again, the quickness of his actions not allowing your brain to catch up with the swift movements. “I try to do the right thing and no one ever cares. My dad and Sarah, even Rose…they blame me for everything.” He ranted and rambled, his hands balled into fists by his sides as he looked down at you. “I thought you were different.” He said through labored breaths. Him standing above you, face red and furious, you would've sworn he was the devil himself. “But you’re just as bad as the rest of them. But I can change that…” He nodded, climbing on top of you, straddling your motionless body.

All you could do was look at him through the strands of hair that cloud your vision. You let out a ‘hmph’ as he let his weight rest on your thighs. “I can’t change their minds. I can’t fix them.” He said, his hands trailing the hem of your bottoms before unbuttoning them. “...But I can fix you.” He breathed, his tongue peeking out from between his lips as he nodded to himself. “I can make you love me.”

Before you knew it, the sound of him dragging the zipper of your fly rang out in your ears - the familiar situation triggering a series of images to flash in your mind. Images of the first time. You felt the puddles of hot tears leaving your eyes as your throat ached to say something. “Please, stop…” You cried, throwing your head side to side as your weak hands tried to push his away. “Please, don’t do this again.” You stuttered, your nimble fingers clawing at his knuckles as he struggled to drag your bottoms down your legs.

You felt like God himself came down from Heaven when a harsh light filled the trailer, the door of the mobile home opening as Barry entered, taking in the scene in front of him. You quickly registered that it was actually moonlight blinding you so viciously, the brightness fading behind Barry’s figure to reveal the eerie darkness outside.

How long had you been here?

“Aye, what the fuck? Rafe!” Barry said disgusted, slamming the door shut behind him. “Get the fuck off her, man. Don’t do that shit in my crib.” He told him, throwing a hand out in his direction. Rafe sighed, getting off of you and aggressively dragging your pants back up your legs, but he didn’t bother to button them back. You laid on the couch, sobbing silently. You didn’t know if it was out of fear or relief. “That’s why yo ass put me on paw patrol? So you could fuck the doped up girl in my damn house?”

Rafe made a face of annoyance, rolling his eyes at the drug dealer’s words. “Did you do it?”

“Uh, yeah, I did it, dumbass.” Barry said, voice full of attitude. “I just let her go in the backyard, it sounded like they were all inside. I saw one of the dudes come out and take her inside before I dipped.” He explained, grabbing a half-drunken beer from his cluttered coffee table. “Why you have me take the dog back if she still here? Y’know they gon come lookin’ for her eventually…” He threw out, the rim of the beer bottle touching his lips before he took a big sip.

“Just had to leave a little hint behind.” Rafe told Barry, sitting on the couch next to your feet as you turned to your side, groaning. He made a line out of the loose coke on the coffee table before quickly snorting it. A large exhale leaving his lungs as he let it pass through him. “It’s fun to fuck with ‘em, dude.”

“I ain’t with these games and shit.” Barry complained, walking to the back of his trailer. You were still laid out on the couch, sobbing silently. “If they come by here and fuck up my shit, it’s comin’ outta your pocket, Country Club.” He said. “And give her another hit!” He called from the back. “All that cryin’ and shit is givin’ me a headache. Damn…”

Rafe rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath before searching around the table before picking up the plastic bag Barry had before. You figured whatever they were putting you out with wasn’t cocaine. And that’s what scared you the most when Rafe snatched you up and shoved another pinky-full up your nose, letting your drowsy frame fall back into the plushness of the sofa.

“JJ…BACK IN THE VAN!” What sounded like John B’s voice filled your ears. Your eyes cracked open little by little, your vision much more clear and less distorted than the last time you recall waking up. So many voices were speaking at once. Your eyes wandered, trying to find out who was talking to who. It was then you realized the entire world was sideways and you were inside of The Twinkie.

Your head was slightly more elevated than the rest of your body, causing you to turn and peer above you where you found Sarah’s wide eyes staring down at you, finally registering the feeling on her fingers running through your hair. Her eyes were slightly red and glossed over as she peered down at you.

You felt more conscious this time around — no paint smears, no muffled voices, and you felt like you had more control over your body. You were cold, so cold. Probably shivering.

Looking over, you found that the door of the van was open. You could see a group of people crowded in on each other. When your vision focused, you realized it your four other friends and they were surrounding Rafe and Barry.

“What is wrong with you?!” That was Kie’s voice. And you knew her well enough to hear the anger in voice. “What the hell do you want, huh? You should be in jail, you sick motherfucker!”  It wasn’t long before the guys pushed her to the back of the circle, the girl yelling at Rafe through the blockade they’d formed in front of her.

“You Kooks think you can do whatever the fuck you want!” JJ shouted, his voice deeper than you’d ever heard it before. It was almost unrecognizable. “You wanna end up like your father? ‘Cause we can make it happen!-”

“The fuck’d you just say to me, you little shit?” Rafe countered, stepping closer to JJ as John B and Pope stepped closer to him.

“You heard me, bitch.” JJ spat, the small accent he had showing itself as he pushed his way through his two friends to stand toe-to-toe with Rafe.

“All y’all needa get the fuck off my property.” Barry added, standing beside Rafe, but his words went ignored.

“If you wanna do this, we can do it. ‘Cause I’ve been waiting to get my fuckin’ hands on you.” JJ warned. “You like to drug girls? Rape them? Hit them? Hit me. Hit me, you pussy-” Just then, Rafe clocked JJ in his jaw, the force and sound of the assault causing you to flinch in Sarah’s lap as John B and Pope caught their friend, Kie gasping behind them. You tried to sit up as you watched JJ’s head whip to the side, but Sarah was quick to force your weak frame back down.

You looked up at her with wide, glassy eyes. “Rafe’s gonna hurt him.” You said weakly, sounding like a scared child.

The blonde girl simply shook her head side to side. “I don’t think so.” She smiled weakly before looking back out at the brawl unfolding outside of the vehicle. “Not this time.”

Your own eyes refocused on the two guys just as JJ recovered from the blow, wasting no time in lunging at Rafe and sending the boy to the ground, allowing himself to deliver blow after blow. You couldn’t tell if he was landing them, you could only see one arm go up after the other, his fists coming down in a vicious frenzy. 

Kiara was calling JJ’s name as Barry shook his head and backed up,n John B and Pope watching with their hands up. “Y’all gon’ have the cops pokin’ around here...” Barry said angrily, eyes on John B and Pope who stood by helplessly, shocked. “Get this shit under control, I don’t need them people on my radar!” The drug dealer urged, the commotion sure to disturb any nearby trailer owners.

John B and Pope looked at each other before John B peered back at you, an expression of sadness in his eyes.

Oh. You forgot…he didn’t know. 

So, it wasn’t long before that sadness turned to anger as he turned back to Barry. “...We’ll leave when he’s done.” John B spat, referring to the two boys brawling in the grass before walking away and rounding the vehicle to get in the driver’s seat, Pope and Kie following and climbing into the back of the van quickly. Without those three blocking your field of view, you could clearly see the two boys now.

Rafe had managed to pick himself up but surprisingly, JJ still had the upper hand. But it was still a brutal brawl between the two, one not staying on top for long before being pinned by the other. Every few seconds, you could spot droplets of blood flying. It was an odd thing — on one hand, seeing Rafe get his ass handed to him almost put a dizzy smile on your face, but on the other hand, you knew he’d never stop coming after JJ now. Any chance he got...

Especially since now he probably got the hint that JJ had some sort of feelings for you. JJ didn’t come after him like a concerned friend, JJ lunged at him like a enraged boyfriend. JJ attacked him like someone who was in love with you. And after what Rafe said in the trailer, or at least what you remember of it, these two would be butting heads over a lot more than financial status.

When the blaring of sirens hit your ears, you perked up, as well as everyone else. But Rafe and JJ were too enthralled with trying to kill each other that they must not have heard anything. 

The pogues began calling JJ’s name, trying to draw him out of his rage-induced assault to get back in the van. After a few moments, he finally registered their voices and the sound of the sirens. He forcefully pulled himself away from Rafe as the boy laid on the grass, heaving. JJ delivered one last glare to the boy on the ground, the blonde’s chest going up and down heavily as he turned and threw himself into the van.

“And don’t come ‘round here no more, you hear me?!” Barry’s voice traveled before Pope slammed the door shut, John B speeding off.

Your eyes were trained on JJ’s breathing figure — he had a small trail of blood going from his bottom lip to his chin, dirt on his shirt and in his hair, and his eyebrows were set into a permanent frown. You managed to meet his eyes for a second and he looked upset. 

Upset with you?

KIARA AND SARAH HELPED YOU INSIDE THE CHATEAU AS THE GUYS HELD THE DOORS OPEN. What you didn’t expect was for Marley to come charging at you the second you stepped foot in the house. The girls let you go gently, allowing you to crouch down on your knees and embrace your dog.

She smelled like wet dirt and you could feel the outline of her ribcage as you rubbed her sides. Tears gathered in your eyes as you and Marley comforted each other. Your voice was still weak and scratchy as you spoke softly to the animal. If anything, after today, you should be grateful she was still alive.

“Hey,” John B spoke up, your eyes going to him. “We can hose her down in the backyard while you wash off.”

You drew your lips into a thin line, nodding your head in his direction as you stood up on shaky legs, Kie and Sarah putting a hand each on your back. He and Pope led Marley outside, JJ lagging behind. “JJ.” You called out. The blonde simply looked at you over his shoulder, chewing the inside of his lip before making his way outside with the other two guys.

Your shoulders fell at his cold demeanor. You guessed he was upset with you.

“It’s okay…” Sarah reassured, her hand rubbing your back as you frowned into the distance. “He just needs a second.” She told you, turning you in the direction of the bathroom, helping you walk alongside Kie who hadn't said much. “C’mon. We’ll help you get yourself together…”

WHEN YOU CAME OUT OF THE BATHROOM, the house was empty. The only living things inside being a sleeping Marley and you. She looked a lot cleaner, aside from the food remnants around her mouth. You smiled smally to yourself, admiring the animal for a moments before walking over to her, crouching down and placing a light kiss on the top of her head. She was so deep asleep that she didn’t stir, even a little.

You almost passed out a handful of times in the shower, the steam only contributing to the lightheadedness you felt but easing the neverending ache in your arms and legs. But you felt better — less disoriented. Less…gross.

You were dressed in one of JJ’s few sweatshirts and a pair of pajama shorts. All the time the two of you’d spent living together meant some of your clothes were still mixed in with one another’s. Your hair was slightly damp, the strands pulled back into a low bun to keep it out of your face. 

Even though you felt more sober, you still felt like you were walking outside of your body and it was making you a bit nauseous. You spotted a bottle of aspirin on the kitchen counter, snatching it up and swallowing two pills.

Just then, you heard voices outside — low and faint, but there. You peered out of the small window in the kitchen , spotting John B and Pope laid out on the HMS Pogue. Everyone must’ve gone outside, you thought to yourself.

You slipped out the backdoor, bare feet on the grass as you walked in the direction of the two guys.

“What’re you two talking about?” Your voice was still off and scratchy but you were grateful that you could hear yourself talking. The two males turned to you, making out your figure in the dark of night as you squeezed into between them on the boat.

“How’re you feeling?” Pope was the first to ask, genuine concern swimming in his eyes.

You sent him a small smile. “Better.” You nodded. “...And I’m sorry. For putting you in a weird position, before I left. I shouldn’t have done that-”

“You don’t have to apologize.” He shook his head, patting your shoulder. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

You mumbled a ‘thanks’ to the boy, patting the hand on your shoulder as he slid it off as you turned to John B who was already looking at you. You knew him the best out of all your friends. That’s why you could tell he was going from upset with you to sad all at once.

“Just say it.” You sighed, giving him the floor.

“...Why didn’t you tell me?”  He asked, squinting his eyes. “You’re like my sister. And not to sound weird but I love you, dude. I would’ve killed Rafe-”

“That’s why.” You cut him off, a pitiful frown on your face. “I didn’t need you doing anything stupid in my defense. And you were still torn up over your dad. We both were.”

He just huffed, turning away from you and shaking his head side to side as he crossed his arms. “...You still should’ve told me.”

“I know.” You nodded, sighing and sliding down to lay fully down next to your two friends. “Where is everyone?”

“Well, Kiara is out front doing…whatever. JJ has been pacing in the Surf Shack for like an hour, and Sarah...left.” He hesitated at the end of his statement, eyeing John B who just sighed deeply. You looked between them both, eyes stopping on John B.

“What happened?” You asked.

“We, uh…we broke up.”

“What?” You asked, shocked. “Why?”

“...She wasn’t the biggest fan of how I react to Ward blowing himself up.” He explained, shifting in his spot. “She said I looked glad. And I didn’t want to lie to her and say I wasn’t. Because I was.”

“I mean, I get it.” You threw out, looking up at the stars in the sky. “He killed your dad. He killed a lot of people…I think it’s okay to be glad he’s dead. But I also get her side. He was her dad. But she can’t expect you to feel the same.”

“Exactly what I said.” Pope chipped in. “How sad can you expect someone to be when their father’s murderer dies and they get to see it?”

“I don’t think it was that, though.” John B spoke up, his brows pinched. “She said that out of all people, she thought that I’d understand what it’s like to lose a dad. And I do and I feel like a dick for not comforting her in that moment and giving Topper the opportunity to swoop in but…I feel like she didn’t even give me a chance to be there for her.”

“...Love is five minutes of pleasure for a lifetime of pain.” Pope said sadly, you and John B turning to him silently with wide eyes. The boy turned to the both of you, the same expression plastered on his face.

“Okay…” John B groaned, sitting up from his position and leaning on his arm.. “You and Kie, talk to me. What’s goin’ on?”

“Well…” Pope said, sitting up as well as you just looked up at the two guys. “She wants to be just friends.”

John B and you sighed simultaneously. “Whooo, death blow.” JB said to him. “Sorry, man.”

“It’s not like I can say I didn’t see it coming. After what happened in Charleston…” Pope was explaining before he cut himself off, his wide eyes darting to you as he pressed his lips shut. But John B’s curiosity was peaked, and so was yours.

“What happened in Charleston?” The brunette boy asked, looking between the two of you. 

Pope’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. You cocked an eyebrow, sitting up on your own elbow now. “So you did see it?”

Now he was the one looking confused, using his finger to point at you. “You saw it? I thought you were inside-”

“I was but I had just walked out when I saw them.”

“So, we both saw it?”

“Helloooo.” John B butted in, the two of you looking at him. “Third party is still here. Saw what?”

“The kiss.” You and Pope said at the same time, looking at him.

“Kiss? What kiss? Who kissed?” He asked, genuinely baffled.

“Kie and JJ.” The both of you said in sync again.

John B’s jaw dropped as he stuttered to find words. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding JJ?” He settled on his question, eyes on you.

“Yes…” You said squinting your eyes. “What would you know about that, though?” You asked, wondering when JB got the inside scoop on you and JJ’s newfound relationship.

“I mean, everyone could see he had a thing for you. For a looong time. Well, everyone but you…”

“Thank you.” Pope butted in, throwing his hands up in surrender when you shot him a glare. “I’m just saying, I wasn’t the only one who saw it.”

“And he kind of told me everything that happened while me and Sarah were gone.” John B smirked as you groaned. “But we’re getting off topic…” He waved his hands, dismissing the previous statements.

“Right.” Pope refocused. “I never said anything about the kiss to her or him. I just kind of hoped it was a spur of the moment thing and that it would just remain as that — a kiss. But then, she friendzoned me. And now I can’t help but think that she likes JJ. And I don’t know if JJ likes her, no offense Y/N...”

“He told me he doesn’t.” You butted in. “The day we got that call about what happened to your pops, we had an argument about it. He said that Kie initiated the kiss and it didn’t mean anything. To him, at least. I don’t know how much of it I believe but," You cut yourself off, shrugging. "And I can’t speak for Kiara…”

“Okay, here’s some not-so-friendly advice for the both of you from good ole Dr. Routledge,” John B piped up, a bright smile on his face. “You,” He pointed a Pope. “focus on your yourself and your books and…grades and shit. Forget about Kie, there’s plenty of fish in the sea. And you, Pope, are one handsome young man and I guarantee there is some girl out there willing to jump your bones and not kiss one of your best friends. And, you, little missy,” His attention turned to you. “If JJ says he doesn’t have feelings for her and the kiss didn’t mean anything, I’d believe him. He loves you and I don’t think he would do anything to purposefully screw up his chance with you. And please, for the love of God, be nice and talk to him. Hearing him whine about you not talking to him is going to drive me off a cliff.”

The three of you laughed before you turned to Pope, a light smile on your face. “So, you really just weren’t going to tell me?” You asked in faux-offense.

Pope faked shock, a hand on his chest. “Uh, me? I didn’t even know you and JJ had something going then. If anything, you should’ve been the one to tell me.”

“I didn’t want to upset you!” You laughed and groaned all at once.

“Yeah, yeah…” He waved you off lightheartedly. “Alright, next time we see something that would…affect the other person, we have to tell. Deal?” He asked, holding out his pinky.

“Ohhh, okay. We’ll be each others witnesses. I like this two person witness protection program.” You smiled, connecting your pinky with Pope’s. “Deal.”

YOU WERE IN THE GUEST ROOM WHEN THE DOOR CREAKED OPEN, a stream of light illuminating the dimly lit space — the only source of light being a bedside lamp. You thought everyone had gone to sleep.

Turning at the sound of the door, you found JJ closing the entryway behind him before he turned to you. You could hardly see his features, not enough light to see his face clearly. Neither of you said anything as he walked slowly towards you, walking around the bed. 

He stopped in front of you, just inches between the both of you. Nothing was to be heard except your breathing and the cicadas outside.

“...What’s wrong with you?” He asked. His voice sounded strained, like he’d been crying. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

You nodded, accepting his frustration towards you. Swallowing, you attempted to reply.  “...I didn’t think-”

“Yeah, you didn’t think.” JJ cut you off. “You left without telling anyone. You went there alone. Why would you do that?”

“He wasn’t supposed to be there-”

“Anything could’ve happened to you. Anything.” JJ reprimanded, shifting closer to you subconsciously. “Do you know what is was like to hear, from Pope, that’d you left to go to Barry’s trailer hours ago? That you hadn’t answered any of his calls or texts that you said you’d answer? To ride all the way there with my heart beating out of my damn chest just to rush in and find you passed out on the couch with the your pants unbuttoned, confirming every single fear-”

“Nothing happened-”

“But something could have!” He lost himself, looking around as if someone heard as he licked his lips, one tear rolling down his cheek. “He tried to, clearly, and something could have.” He sighed, letting himself sit on the edge of the guest room bed, his head in his hands. “...You didn’t even know who I was when we woke you up the first time to put you in the van. You didn’t recognize any of us. You were completely out of it. I've never seen anyone like that...” He told you. You don’t recall waking up more than twice. Voices and colors here and there but…not much. “I know…that you think I took your trust and feelings and ran with them. But you can’t do things like that.” He said firmly, lifting his head to look at you. “I’m not blaming you. I just want you to understand that even if you’re mad at me or whoever, you can’t just abandon ship. Especially, not like that.”

He told you, reaching his hands out to grab your waist and pull you closer as you sniffled. You felt almost completely sober as you stood between his legs, the aspirin you took earlier taking effect.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his teary blue eyes boring into yours as he looked up at you. You bit your lip from the inside of your mouth as you nodded. “Okay…good.” He sighed, letting his head fall in relief before looking at you again. “I know the last few days have been…hard. Especially today. And I’m sorry that I put you in a place where you couldn’t even trust me as a friend anymore. But I don’t know how else to tell you or show you that I love you. And today just made me realize how badly I need you and how far I’m willing to go for you.” He said softly. “...There were so many reasons I didn’t tell you about the kiss. For one, it didn’t mean anything to me. Also the fact that I didn’t want to cause drama between you and Kie. But none of that matters because there was only one reason that I should’ve told you — because you deserved to know and because I promised I would. So, I am really sorry.” 

You'd never heard JJ be this vulnerable and open. Or be so vulnerable and open this easily. It didn't seem practiced or rehearsed. It was like he was really letting his heart speak for him and right all his wrongs.

After what happened today, holding a grudge wasn't as appealing. Because you didn't know what could happen tomorrow.

“...I believe you. And I forgive you.” You said, eyes locked on his. “And I’m sorry, too. If I had told you guys where I was going then maybe-”

“Don’t even go there.” He stopped you, shaking his head. “Rafe is insane. What he and that fucking loser, Barry, did wasn’t your fault. You shouldn’t have gone there alone, sure, but what happened wasn’t your fault.”

You just sent him a half-hearted smile. You know he meant it but you still felt at least partially to blame. You licked your lips and took a deep breath before speaking, your hands rubbing up and down the blonde’s exposed arms. “JJ…” You spoke, more like whispered.

Something in the way you looked at him changed. Something in the way you felt for him changed. “...I want you.” You felt the boy tense in your arms, lifting his head up more to look you directly in the eyes. “I don’t need any more time. I know what I want and I know how I feel. I love you. And I want you.”

“...Are you sure? Because you just went through something really terrible tonight-”

“I’m sure.” You interrupted him. “If I keep waiting until nothing bad happens to be with you, then we’ll never be together. This is our lives now. And even if we didn’t have all this death and drama around us, I would still love you.” You reassured, trailing your hands up to his shoulders as his soothed themselves up and down your waist. “You said you were all mine. So, now I’m all yours, if you want me…”

He had a look on his face that you couldn’t decipher. His eyes looked at each of yours and then landed on your lips, seeming to trace them before pulling you down into him and colliding his lips with yours. A small noise of surprise leaving your lips before you melted into the exchange. Your hands slid around the nape of his neck as his trailed the length of your thighs, helping you onto his lap.

His fingers pressed into your skin, passionately dragging his prints into your skin as your nails scraped at the skin of his scalp and shoulders. The kiss wasn’t like the ones before. Those were soft and gentle, testing the waters. This kiss was hungry and prolonged — feverish. So starved of each other that it probably would’ve had the potential to lead to something else if the day had gone differently.

But knowing JJ, after what happened tonight, any kind of sex was off the table. Ad you weren't sure when you'd be ready to go that far. But this was good enough. More than good enough. There wasn’t a single part of either of you that wasn’t touching. You couldn’t help but sigh when his warm hand went up under your shirt, his fingers clawing at your back as he pressed you endlessly closer against him. 

You were confused when he pulled back — lips swollen and red as his hair stuck up in one-hundred different directions. He was breathing heavy when he spoke. “Sorry, sorry…” He said through labored breaths. “Just to be clear, you are my girlfriend, right-”

You couldn’t help but laugh and roll your eyes. “Yes, JJ, I’m your girlfriend.” You smiled. “I’m completely yours.” You sighed, eyeing his lips like an animal before connecting your lips with his once more, the both of you falling back into the mattress.

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Stucky for Steve Stans

I feel like I don't rec enough Stucky, so please have this list of some of my favorite Steve-forward Stucky fics!

Not a Perfect Soldier by TooManyBattles (Skarabrae_stone) (@captaintoomanybattles) (Mature | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | 93,354 words)

Summary: In a world where HYDRA was wiped out in the '40s, Steve is found by the Army rather than SHIELD. General Thaddeus Ross wants a perfectly obedient super-soldier at his command, and to that end, he sets out to break Steve to his will. As Steve struggles to come to terms with all he has lost, his life in captivity is only made bearable by the presence of another prisoner-- another super-soldier known only as "Soldat". Then the Avengers strike a deal with Ross to "borrow" him for missions, and Steve is faced with a team who dislikes him, an organization he doesn't trust, and the question of what he's willing to do to escape Ross's clutches.

Lessons in Normality by relenafanel (@relenafanel) (Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | 38,002 words)

Summary: Things Steve knows about his boyfriend Bucky: How he looks with his face relaxed in sleep. That he can perfectly flip pancakes. The way he’s open about things Steve is still adapting to, like therapy and depression and sex toys and being a millennial. The way he laughs with his mouth wide open and his eyes squinted, and the cheerful way he cheats at cards and loses at laser tag. The way he seduces Steve with a knowing glint in his eye. The way Steve responds to it, stronger each time, taken by his beauty and competence and snark and compassion (or the compassionate way he boots Steve in the ass when he needs a push). Things Steve doesn’t know about his boyfriend Bucky: That he’s an undercover operative gathering intel on Hydra, SHIELD, and which Steve is affiliated with. Otherwise known as The Honey Pot AU

I Remembered You Were Mine by hobbitdragon (Explicit | Rape/Non-Con | 4,455 words)

Summary: Steve awakes in a strange place with a familiar face standing over him. He has no idea where he is or how he got there, but at least Bucky is with him. Also available as a podfic read by Tipsy_Kitty (@tipsyxkitty)

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Demon Seed by SucculentHyena (@succulent-hyena) (Mature | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | 92,478 words)

Summary: [Transcript 00:11:48] MS: You were with him the most throughout the course of events, both before and after. Your account could shed light on something we may have missed. JB: What difference will that make? MS: It could make all the difference. Captain Rogers’ case is unprecedented, he’s the most intact victim we’ve ever recovered- JB: [laughing] You call that intact? -Excerpt of Interview with Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes regarding the Incident.

How Can You Go On With Such Conviction? by Jaune_Chat (@jaune-chat) (Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | 23,085 words)

Summary: Steve Rogers is a professional alpha with an unfortunately famous name. A veteran who specializes in people with top-secret clearance, he’s been having some particularly interesting clients lately. This brings him to the attention of SHIELD, who think an alpha like him could be just the person to help a very ill Asset they have. But Steve has more up his sleeve than just one set of skills when it comes to helping the people he cares for.

Ring the Bell Backward by Dira Sudis (dsudis) (@dsudis) (Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 13,234 words)

Summary: "I know how it is," Wanda said. "Being half of something. I would go anywhere if I knew he was there waiting for me." Also available as a podfic read by sallysparrow017

only living boy in new york by beardsley (Mature | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 2,683 words)

Summary: Steve wakes up in a VA hospital in Manhattan, and nothing is the same.

darling heart, i loved you from the start (but that's no excuse for the state i'm in) by voxofthevoid (@voxofthevoid) (Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 19,727 words)

Summary: “I thought you’d make a terrible Nazi but turns out you’d make a terrifying one instead.” The year is 2012. Loki has vanished with the Tesseract, and Manhattan is a blazing wreck. A very tired Steve Rogers goes home and meets another very tired Steve Rogers. Or, the one where Steve saves the mind stone for last and decides to fuck the timeline beyond all recognition, which regrettably involves crawling delicately up Hydra's asshole and less regrettably involves showering a very confused Bucky Barnes with affection.

On a Pale Horse by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen) (@leveragehunters) (Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 25,765 words)

Summary: Fast and fierce, the Horse Guard protect the Kingdom and its people, and they welcome anyone into their ranks-noble, commoner, or peasant-so long as they can ride a horse like they were born to it. Guard Barnes—Bucky—has come to the Kingdom's largest horse fair to find a new horse. He's supposed to choose from one of the approved horses; instead he finds himself buying a tall, skinny, angry stallion with the ridiculous name of Steve. Bucky can't leave him behind, but he's nothing like what Bucky's looking for and everything Bucky doesn't want. But Bucky's more right than even he knows because Steve's not a horse at all. He's a man under a curse, victim of a powerful sorcerer's temper and magic, and he's bound to never, by action or deed, reveal what he truly is. It's gonna be one hell of a ride. Also available as a podfic read by Tipsy_Kitty (@tipsyxkitty)

Steve Rogers Is (Not) A Good Influence by attackofthezee (noxlunate) (@attackofthezee) (Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 4,181 words)

Summary: Steve’s left staring at the kid- Peter, his brain helpfully reminds him. The kid is staring back. “So, you’re, like, Captain America, huh?” Peter asks, and he looks a little starstruck but less so than he did when he’d stared at Tony Stark’s jet taking off. “Uh, yeah.” Steve says, staring hard at a spot just past the kid’s shoulder as he shoves his hands as deep as they can go into the pockets of his jeans. “Call me Steve.” “Cool.” Parker breathes, and Steve tries not to think about just how badly this is going to go. Aka Steve Rogers' American Tour Of Waiting For His Brainwashed Boyfriend To Come Back And Blowing Up Hydra is interrupted when Tony Stark dumps Peter Parker into his lap.

cascades. by orange_crushed (Mature | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | 152,138 words)

Summary: “Holy shit,” Howard says, crackling through the speakers. “You alive in there?” Lying is a sin, of course, but Steve’s not sure what else he can do. He’s already lied to the government and Bucky and God Almighty; and himself, himself most of all. He ought to tell the truth. That he’s not quite what they hoped for. That perhaps they should put him back into the ocean. “Probably,” he says, instead, listening to Howard’s tinny laughter; and waits for the blast doors to unlock. Also available as a podfic read by quietnight (@quietnighty)

Into That Good Night by Nonymos (Explicit | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence | 73,540 words)

Summary: Steve Rogers has lived for entirely too long—long enough to see the world's end. The heroes are gone, and the Earth is pushing what's left of mankind towards the exit. But when a makeshift team rises from the ashes, when a mysterious presence all but drags Steve there, he begins to think there may be hope yet. As they shoot for the stars one last time, Steve will get proof yet again that the future is nothing if not an echo of the past.

How to Woo the Winter Soldier by writeonclara (@writeonclara) (General Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 21,570 words)

Summary: “I think I’m ready to date again,” Steve said. “What,” Natasha said. “What?” Clint said, lowering his binoculars. He blinked at the dumbstruck look on the Captain’s face, then followed his gaze to where he was staring dopily at—at the Winter fucking Soldier. “Steve, no,” Clint groaned. Or: Steve courts the Winter Soldier. Also available as a podfic read by Akaihyou (@akaihyou)

Bait and Switch by galwednesday (@galwednesday) (Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 2,650 words)

Summary: "Post-action tacos?” Tony suggested. “I’m thinking that place by Fordham. BattleBot, you in?” “Can’t,” the Soldier said, typing something into his phone. “I have a date.” Tony stopped talking for an entire three seconds. “You. Have a date.” The Soldier looked up and blinked, clearly nonplussed to find Sam and Tony both staring at him. “Yes.” “With who?” “My boyfriend.” “You have a boyfriend. You have a boyfriend?” Tony looked like he’d just walked into a lamppost, and then the lamppost had handed him a birthday present. Also available as a podfic read by Nendian

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Comes animae 2 - The Capturing

Genre: Mature

Pairing: Chan x reader

Warnings series: Stalking, Kidnapping, Non con,

Warnings chapter: Stalking, Kidnapping

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“You know what, fine!” Chan sighs and takes a seat. “Jungkook and I were just strolling around last night, we heard some getting muggled by that same group we see quite often and we decided to put an end to them. now the only problem is, the smell of one the and it’s been bothering me since last night and Kook has the same problem.” JB moved to stand behind Chan. “Could be a past lover, who you may be forgotten. But they are still human, so you need to stay away from them. They don’t know about you and it should stay that way.” JB said with a strict tone.”Geez, no need to sneak up on me like that.” Chan sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “Okay and what if this whole past lover shit is true, does it really matter? Can’t I just have one taste of her blood?” JB looks angry. “Absolutely not, we do not interfere with the humans and you know that. From now on you and Jungkook are just going out of this house to hunt for animals. We will keep an eye on you!” and with that, JB turned around and walked away. Chan shows his fangs in annoyance, his eyes glowing for a moment. He groans and throws an arm against his forehead, leaning back on the chair. “What a buzzkill… What are we going to do about the smell?” Jungkook eyes glowed and motioned for Chan to follow him. “I do not care anymore, since when do we follow the rules of those old hags? We could just run away, take those two and leave. I want her Chan, I need her. No one will stand in my way.” Chan nods and scratches his cheek, “I like that idea but they will find us probably, just let it rest for a few days.” Jungkook nods. “Did you figure anything out about those two?” Chan nods with a small smirk. “Of course, I figured out that one of their windows is always open, that’s how I got in. They do lock the doors but the balcony is easy access.” Jungkooks smirked. “Good, they will be ours. We would have pleasure and food all for ourselves. I know a place they won’t come, it’s near the end of the woods, let’s just build our own homes there, and let’s take them with us.” Chan smiled, “My man, you’re full of marvelous ideas.” Jungkook smiled, “I know, they don’t even have to know about it. I know that in the woods near the border, there are two abandoned cabins, it just needs some fixing. No one has been there for centuries. So let’s work on that and then take the two.”  “Sounds like a plan.” Chan grins slyly and nods, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I walked out of the shower and sat on the bed. I still needed to grade some papers, so I put some pajamas on and started working. Sydney still wasn’t home when I was finished with my work and decided to start on dinner, and since it was getting dark I decided to send Sydney a text informing her about the nearly finished dinner. “Ah, I see you’re finally home. Did you have fun?” She started to laugh and nod. “Yeah of course.” Sydney then licked her lips and walked to the kitchen where I was standing. “It smells so good, what are you cooking?” I laughed. “Well I love to hear that it smells good, tell my mom that next time you speak to her okay? Some spaghetti cause I feel a bit lazy. But we should try the barbecue once, it always looks so delicious.” I said while pointing the spatula at her. “Dinner’s ready.” I moved the pan on the table and then grabbed two plates. “Now my dearest, eat.” “Yes, Mommy!” Sydney said in a childish voice and scooped a big portion on her plate. “Woah, this is amazing. Where has your cooking been all my life.” I sat down across from Sydney and grabbed a portion of my own. “Yeah, I question that myself too. I am going to learn some Korean dishes in the next few weeks, our cook at work is so nice to teach me some of it.” Sydney nods in excitement. “I can’t wait to taste that, I’m just so done with the potatoes, meat, and vegetables.”

Half an hour passed and the men met each other again in front of their place. “I got a deer and some hares, I hope that will be enough for a few days,” Chan smirked as he gave Jungkook some. The two high-fived and decided to go to the city to stalk again. “I’m pretty sure they are both home and awake, probably eating.” Chan snorts, “Yeah I can see them eating too.” He climbs up the balcony and sits on the edge, peeking through the curtain that is slightly ajar. the closeness of the smell intoxicates him, making his eyes switch for a second. “We need to wait until they’re asleep if we want to go in.” Jungkook mumbles. “I’ll go check on mine you check on yours,” Chan said as he saw us separating into our own rooms. “Su-” Chan stiffens and immediately hides below the balcony when he sees the curtains move.

I opened the curtains of the balcony and opened the door. I reach for the clothes that I hung out to dry and narrow my eyes a bit, looking around. “I must be going mad, I swear I heard voices…” I mutter to myself and walk back inside, closing the door and curtains. I brought the clothes to my bedroom put them away and moved to the bed, looking at the painting I was working on before shaking my head and putting in headphones to listen to music and grab my embroidery work. I had my window open, making the curtains fly upwards from time to time. I moved my hair into a messy bun and sat with my back toward the window. “Don’t fail me now, you took a lot of effort, blood, sweat, and tears.” While stitching I pierced my finger a few times and let out a long sign. “Finally finished.” I held up the tote bag I made and smiled. “I’m gonna use you till you fall apart.” I put the bag away and sat down on the bed before lying down and quickly falling asleep.

“They’re sharp,” Chan whispers and climbs back up, heading for the window of one of them. Chan has a hard time holding himself back. smelling the drops of blood made it a lot worse. He just wanted to go in and take them then and there. But it was not the time, not yet. Chan licks his lips multiple times, having an overwhelming feeling of lust. Seeing his prey asleep could make it all so easy. He dares to climb inside, silent as a mouse, and goes over to the bed. After making sure they are asleep he takes their hand and sucks on the finger, eager to get a small taste of their blood. Chan quickly steps back when he notices stirring, his eyes glowing and then he leaves through the window after whispering. “If only I could taste all of you tonight.” Jungkook was on the balcony looking at Chan. “We should not do it tonight. We need a plan. Wait you had a taste, I can see it in your eyes.” Chan looks away in thought. “Yes, I did. If we take them, we’d have to do it at the same time to avoid any casualties. Do what you have to do tomorrow and then in the evening we take them.” “That will do, do keep in mind that they have friends, family, and work. Also, do not forget safety measures. we don’t want them to escape.” Chan nods and leans against the wall of the apartment. “No, we don’t want or need people looking for them. So we need some matching story or something.” “Make their family believe they are still here and make people believe here that they went back.” “Sounds like a believable plan.” Chan takes one last look at the building. “Let’s head back.”

I nearly jumped out of bed after hearing my alarm go off. “Ten minutes? Ten Minutes!” I quickly got dressed, grabbed my stuff, and some food, and ran out toward the school. I walked into the building and met with the other teacher. “Hello, good to see you again.” I walked up toward the front of the classroom and got ready for the kids. Once they got in I high-fived all of them while welcoming. I started teaching the kids and when break started I sat down in the teacher's lounge when Sunggyu joined me. “Good morning.” He said while handing me one of the mugs he had in his hands. I smiled at him while thanking him for the coffee. We had a great time until the break was over. “Just this whole day and then tomorrow you are free,” I mumbled to myself when I walked towards class. The children giggled when I walked back into the classroom. “Teacher is in love with teacher Sunggyu!” one yelled. I smiled and shook my head. “No you have it all wrong, we are just friends.” The kids laughed again “Can you teach us about painting? You promised.” I laughed at them and nodded, taking a piece of cake out of the box. “Now we are going to draw a piece of cake. You show me your drawings and then get to hear a surprise.”

Chan is already awake and is having a morning whiff outside. Jungkook walked out of his room and towards Chan. “Morning, shall we stalk our toys again? That is after we finish with our places?” Chan smiles and rubs his hands together. “You got it, It won’t take me too long to find her, now that I’ve tasted her blood.” And the two went their separate ways. Chan was done quickly with his new place so he found the school where his person was going and skimmed the windows for them. He finally finds them in the break room, talking to a guy he got angry.” Chan’s eyes glowed red from jealousy and watching them talk. Chan followed them through the windows and he overhears the kids, making his fangs come out. ‘No, you fucking aren’t.’ “I’ll fucking kill him…” He sneers to himself. “He better be just a friend,” Chan whispers to himself and decides to search for the teacher called Sunggyu. “It’s better to get rid of him now than that he is going to ruin everything.” 

Sunggyu sat outside by the teacher's lounge alone. Since the other teachers were busy, he was enjoying the sun and the presence of himself. “I ask the cute intern for a date later. I know they will say yes. And what more could I wish for.” Chan chuckles. “You wish, dickhead.” Chan came out of the shadows, his face paler than ever and his eyes glowing. It doesn’t take Chan much to slam him against the ground. 

[bawdybooster]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!

Here's a lovely little story I comm'd from Duth Olec a while back, featuring their characters Jb and Wren going on a Hypnotic Blind Date. Perfect for Valentine's Day!

This Piece Duth commissioned from ONO-FIRE was the inspiration for this story, featuring Jb pulling Wren close in her grasp.

BINDING BLIND DATE

Wren goes on a blind date. Little do they realize their date knows them from another life, and won't let them leave this time.

CONTENT WARNING: Non-Con Hypnosis and Coils, Blind Date that kind of becomes a Kidnapping

Wren stared at their menu. They’d never stared at a menu harder in their life, even though they didn’t perceive a single word on it.

The short human sat in a busy restaurant amidst chattering patrons, hiding behind the menu, wearing a suit a size too big that still felt too snug. Tonight was the first night in years Wren had gone on a date, let alone a blind date. They felt every short hair out of place on their head like a spider telling them they weren’t good enough. As soon as their date saw them Wren was sure they would bail. They almost wanted to have the date somewhere vacant to avoid the embarrassment, but then they were nervous about meeting a blind date alone.

“Wren Huppe, I presume?”

As soon as Wren heard that rolling voice tickle their ears their heart fluttered. They remained hiding behind their menu.

“Y-Yes, I’m Wren.” They peeked out. “And you must be—gorgeous. I mean—no—yes—that is—Janan! You must be Janan.” The dazzling beauty who stood before Wren laughed.

Wren stared—tried not to stare—stared at their blind date, her figure bulging in her tight red top and hotpants. Peachy pink gloves held the muscles of her arms, as did thigh-high stockings for her long legs that looked toned enough to crush somebody. The only part of her body that didn’t look too thick for her clothes was her bare midriff. Her lips looked full enough to use as a pillow, and her bright brown eyes looked crimson against her pink hair trailing in twin tails. In comparison, Wren felt downright dumpy.

Hearts adorned Janan’s outfit: heart collar, heart armbands, heart goggles and gloves and stockings and orbs around her shoulders. Something about her overwhelming heart theme felt familiar to Wren, but so focused were they on Janan they couldn’t think of where.

“And you must be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” Janan said. Wren blushed as she sat across from them and leaned close.

“Th-Thank you,” Wren said, staring at the table, “but I’m not really—I mean I guess I—” Janan placed a finger to Wren’s chin and tipped their head to look at her eyes. Wren stared—they looked brighter, or darker, or just so fascinating and lovely.

“Oh, yes, you are,” Janan said. “You’re so cute I could just eat you up.”

She leaned closer and pulled her hand to draw Wren closer, who could only assume the hearts they saw were a sign of love.

“In fact,” Janan said, “why don’t we go somewhere a little more private? Public restaurants like this are so impersonal, don’t you think?”

“Uh-huh.” Wren could only mumble, mouth agape, as they stared at their date. Far away Wren’s mind wondered what was going on, but all their nervousness, concern, fear, worry, anything negative faded as Janan spun through their head.

She stood and beckoned Wren to rise, and they followed her out the restaurant, watching her hips move as she walked. Wren followed in a daze, the city falling into a rosy haze as Janan led them astray, a sweet scent of spicy perfume drawing Wren closer to her. They swore the orbs around Janan’s shoulders glowed, but nothing seemed impossible for her. She spun around on occasion so Wren could see her full body, beckoning them onward.

The city faded. Wren realized they’d entered a park and followed Janan to a corner packed with trees out of sight. She pulled Wren close and wrapped her arms around them.

“Now, this quiet little corner is much nicer than a noisy public place where we’ll be seen, isn’t it?” Janan said.

“Uhh.” Wren’s mind overloaded as Janan gripped them tight against her soft, toned body. Janan grinned.

“A quiet little empty place where no one will know what happened to you.”

Wren blinked. They looked up at her.

“What?” They were muffled as Janan pressed their head down against her breasts. Wren moaned as the gaseous perfume from Janan’s orbs swirled around them, soaking their senses with submissive passion. Her voice kneaded Wren’s mind, the words less important than the melody she strung with Wren’s thoughts.

“Oh, yes, you’re a cute little Wren, you are.” Janan petted Wren’s head. “I thought I recognized you. Of course, you wouldn’t recognize me now, and I haven’t used my old name in years, so now you may call me”—she pulled Wren’s head up to stare into her eyes, which pulsed with bright and twinkling pink and red hearts—“your love goddess Jb.”

“Love . . .” Wren mumbled as they stared into Jb’s hypnotic eyes, their mind sinking into divine molasses slowing their thoughts and transforming them into love. The park fades from their mind. The date fades from their mind. They only recognize Jb as a goddess bestowing upon them divine pleasure.

Jb’s hips expand against Wren, and they feel her legs grow wider, curvier, slithering, curling around them. Jb’s arms hold Wren tighter as her snake body wraps around them, wider and bigger than Wren’s entire body. Wren gasps as Jb squeezes them tight, but their mind is so steeped in Jb’s intoxicating hypnotic spell they only recognize it as the divine hug of a love goddess. Another squeeze and Wren smiles, all their fears and reservations about lamias dissolved away by Jb’s hypnotic love.

“You ran away from me once, long ago,” Jb said.

Wren gasped as she slipped her tail under their suit and slithered her soothing, massaging, divine scales against their skin.

“You won’t run away this time, little Wren.”

She squeezed her thick coils tighter, pressing Wren’s legs close as she grasped their hips and enveloped their chest. Wren gasped with each squeeze, breathing in more of Jb’s hypnotic perfume drowning their mind into bliss.

“I’ve caught you, mind and body, and you’ll be mine for good now.”

Jb curled her tail under Wren’s suit around their torso before she slipped it down Wren’s pants, wrapping around their hips and sliding between their legs. Wren’s gasps grew erratic, their smile wide and open as drool dripped onto Jb’s spinning coils. Their wide eyes pulsed faster in a mirror of Jb’s as her hypnotic spell gripped Wren’s mind stronger, blocking all thoughts and feelings not subservient to Jb’s divine love.

As Jb drowned Wren’s mind in her hypnotic control she gripped their body tighter and heavier, enveloping their shoulders. Wren’s body sank in her grip, the weight overwhelming them. Their legs buckled, but Jb suspended them in her coils and wiped their senses of all but her. Wren gulped as Jb’s tail squeezed their neck, pressing her cool, velvety scales closer against their skin.

They gasped as Jb continued to slink and slither her tail under their clothes, wider loops around their chest and hips and between their legs.

“Now worship your love goddess, little Wren,” Jb said. Wren gasped and sighed a moaning acquiescence.

Jb grinned. She pressed her tail tighter between Wren’s legs and pushed them up closer to her.

“My dear, this was a lovely date. Now for a kiss to seal your fate.” She pressed Wren’s lips to hers and kissed them, wrapping her honeyed tongue around Wren’s and pushing her influence down their throat until Wren was nothing but a vessel to pour her passion into.

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[16strings]

Bedřich Smetana (1824-1883) - String Quartet No. 2 in D Minor, JB 1:124 (1882-1883)

Performed by the Stamitz Quartet 

Movement One: Allegro - 0:00 Movement Two: Allegro moderato - 5:04 Movement Three: Allegro non più moderato, ma agitato e con fuoco - 11:09 Movement Four: Presto - 16:09

[sounds-right]

31/10 Saintpaul DJ @ Jux Tap - Sarzana (La Spezia) per l'evento Remember Glamour Disco

Produttore musicale con all'attivo diversi dischi di platino, d'oro e d'argento, editore musicale, talent scout, organizzatore di eventi di successo come Sunset Aperitif e Lumen... Saintpaul DJ è prima di tutto un dj di livello internazionale. In questa veste giovedì 31 ottobre, la notte di Halloween è special guest alla console di Jux Tap di Sarzana (La Spezia). Nel locale di Cristiano Arpe e Andrea Tartarini quella sera va in scena Remember Glamour Disco, un evento dedicato a chi vuol rivivere le emozioni vissute al Glamour, storico spazio di Marco Sturli. La serata sarà un'avventura che ripropone l'atmosfera degli splendidi party di questo club. Non mancherà ciò che ha sempre contraddistinto Glamour nel panorama del mondo della notte: sorriso, cortesia, professionalità, musica di grande livello e tanto spettacolo. 

Alla musica, come dicevamo, pensa soprattutto Saintpaul DJ, un professionista del mixer dalla carriera ormai consolidata che in console invece di mettere al centro il proprio ego, mette il sorriso ed il divertimento del pubblico. "Non so se sono fortunato o bravo, sono nato a Carrara e cresciuto ad Avenza, città che non ha connessioni musicali o supporto per gli artisti", scrive sui social raccontando uno dei suoi tanti successi con Eliza G. "Ho sempre avuto una folle voglia di girare il mondo facendo il mio lavoro. Riuscirci come dj e come produttore mi dà una sensazione impagabile". 

Ma che musica propone nelle sue serate Saintpaul DJ? Come sempre, quando si tratta di artisti di successo assoluto, più che il genere, che ovviamente varia sempre, conta più la capacità di catturare l'energia del pubblico e farlo emozionare... e in questo Saintpaul DJ è davvero uno specialista. Con questo artista il 31 ottobre, per l'Halloween Party Remember Glamour Disco al Jux Tap di Sarzana (La Spezia), ci sono tanti altri professionisti. Il dj resident è Fabri B, alla voce c'è MC Fago, l'animazione è a cura di JB Crew Milano. 

Saintpaul DJ su Instagram

https://www.instagram.com/saintpauldj/

[djs-party-edm-italia]

31/10 Saintpaul DJ @ Jux Tap - Sarzana (La Spezia) per l'evento Remember Glamour Disco

Produttore musicale con all'attivo diversi dischi di platino, d'oro e d'argento, editore musicale, talent scout, organizzatore di eventi di successo come Sunset Aperitif e Lumen... Saintpaul DJ è prima di tutto un dj di livello internazionale. In questa veste giovedì 31 ottobre, la notte di Halloween è special guest alla console di Jux Tap di Sarzana (La Spezia). Nel locale di Cristiano Arpe e Andrea Tartarini quella sera va in scena Remember Glamour Disco, un evento dedicato a chi vuol rivivere le emozioni vissute al Glamour, storico spazio di Marco Sturli. La serata sarà un'avventura che ripropone l'atmosfera degli splendidi party di questo club. Non mancherà ciò che ha sempre contraddistinto Glamour nel panorama del mondo della notte: sorriso, cortesia, professionalità, musica di grande livello e tanto spettacolo. 

Alla musica, come dicevamo, pensa soprattutto Saintpaul DJ, un professionista del mixer dalla carriera ormai consolidata che in console invece di mettere al centro il proprio ego, mette il sorriso ed il divertimento del pubblico. "Non so se sono fortunato o bravo, sono nato a Carrara e cresciuto ad Avenza, città che non ha connessioni musicali o supporto per gli artisti", scrive sui social raccontando uno dei suoi tanti successi con Eliza G. "Ho sempre avuto una folle voglia di girare il mondo facendo il mio lavoro. Riuscirci come dj e come produttore mi dà una sensazione impagabile". 

Ma che musica propone nelle sue serate Saintpaul DJ? Come sempre, quando si tratta di artisti di successo assoluto, più che il genere, che ovviamente varia sempre, conta più la capacità di catturare l'energia del pubblico e farlo emozionare... e in questo Saintpaul DJ è davvero uno specialista. Con questo artista il 31 ottobre, per l'Halloween Party Remember Glamour Disco al Jux Tap di Sarzana (La Spezia), ci sono tanti altri professionisti. Il dj resident è Fabri B, alla voce c'è MC Fago, l'animazione è a cura di JB Crew Milano. 

Saintpaul DJ su Instagram

https://www.instagram.com/saintpauldj/

[waitingforeddyneddy]

Ah comunque sei diventata lo zimbello di Twitter, ma la realtà è che tu e quelle altre due scene delle amiche tue vi siete create talmente tanti film in testa che non riuscite nemmeno a capire quando dannose siate e in primis verso Simone, ma visto che non penso vi piaccia nemmeno lei in realtà, alla fine non mi sorprende.

dai tesoro lo sai benissimo che non sono film mentali e se proprio la devo dire tutta se pensate che siano solo dei film mentali perché ve la prendete così tanto? secondo me sotto sotto lo sapete anche voi ecco perché vi triggerate 😬

Comunque essere lo zimbello di Twitter è divertente, grazie per la pubblicità. Ma sei sicura che tocchi a me l’onere? No perché da quelle parti c’è anche chi scrive di voler essere battezzata da JB con I proprio umori vaginali…quindi.

Comunque chi sono quelle due amiche di cui parli? Se ti riferisci a chi penso io ti dirò che uno di quei due account manco mi segue 🤷🏻‍♀️

Il terapista pagamelo tu e ti prometto che mi faccio vedere da uno bravo, grazie per la tua preoccupazione per la mia salute mentale ❤️

[cinquecolonnemagazine]

Luna 25: il fallito allunaggio della sonda spaziale russa

La sonda spaziale russa Luna 25 non esiste più. Nella giornata di domenica 20 Agosto, l'agenzia spaziale russa Roscosmos ha comunicato di aver perso il contatto con la sonda spaziale a causa di una "collisione con la superficie lunare". Luna 25 è andata distrutta. Cos'era Luna 25? La Luna 25 sarebbe dovuta essere la prima di una serie di sonde spaziali russe destinate ad atterrare sulla Luna, seguita da missioni successive, ognuna con obiettivi specifici di esplorazione. Il lander è la prima missione del programma Luna-Glob, un programma di esplorazione lunare russa che prevede il lancio di tre sonde nei prossimi anni. Le altre due sonde, Luna 26 e Luna 27, sono previste per il 2024 e il 2025. Ecco alcuni degli obiettivi scientifici della missione Luna 25: - Studiare la composizione del suolo lunare - Cercare acqua ghiacciata nel sottosuolo lunare - Studiare il campo magnetico lunare - Studiare il clima lunare - Studiare la superficie lunare Com'era fatta? La sonda pesava circa 800 chilogrammi ed era lunga circa 3,3 metri. Era dotata di un braccio robotico, di una perforatrice e di una serie di strumenti scientifici per analizzare il terreno lunare. Luna 25 avrebbe dovuto trascorrere almeno un anno sulla Luna, conducendo ricerche sul sottosuolo e sulla superficie del satellite. Luna 25 era la prima missione lunare russa dal 1976. Il fallito allunaggio La sonda spaziale della Russia ha fallito l'atterraggio sul suolo lunalre il 19 agosto 2023. La sonda era stata lanciata dal cosmodromo di Vostochny il 10 agosto 2023 e aveva raggiunto l'orbita lunare il 15 agosto 2023. L'allunaggio era previsto per ieri, 21 agosto 2023, ma la sonda ha perso il contatto con la Terra durante la fase finale dell'atterraggio. L'agenzia spaziale russa Roscosmos ha dichiarato che la sonda "ha cessato di esistere dopo una collisione con la superficie lunare". Avviata, inoltre, un'indagine per determinare le cause del fallimento. Secondo alcune fonti, la sonda potrebbe aver colpito una roccia durante l'atterraggio. Il fallimento della missione è una battuta d'arresto importante per l'esplorazione lunare russa. La sonda era la prima missione lunare russa dal 1976 e avrebbe dovuto condurre ricerche sul sottosuolo lunare. Il fallimento della Luna 25 ritarderà probabilmente i piani della Russia per future missioni lunari. Foto di JB da Pixabay Read the full article

[ao3feed-ioriku]

头奖

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CfbGAqW by estrina233

by estrina233

梗概：陆虽然没有经验因为憋坏了所以玩很开，趁一织不知道的时候偷偷给他的jb倒了模 预警：一织20岁陆21岁，假jb有，前列腺高潮有，双向暗恋

Words: 8394, Chapters: 1/1, Language: 中文-普通话 國語

Fandoms: IDOLiSH7 (Video Game), IDOLiSH7 (Anime)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Izumi Iori, Nanase Riku

Relationships: Izumi Iori/Nanase Riku

Additional Tags: Toys

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CfbGAqW

[janiedean]

How does it feel that no matter how much you write how "sick" you were while watching the ep, how many Braime fanfics and meta you write, how many "this show was trash" posts you make... Jaime still died in the arms of the woman he loved? And that it's just gonna be like that forever? Casual fans will forget about this and move on to other shows, but whenever you and other Braimes remember it'll be the same?

idk anon, how does it feel to find the force of will to be glad about two things that were in a) the until now most reviled subplot in this show (dorne) which no one liked which is the only source for the arms of the woman he loves quote which is not book canon whatsoever, b) in the worst rated episode of this show in existence?

I mean, it’s not me.

also, last that I checked the last woman he kissed was still brienne. but you do you anon, you do you. I sure as hell feel like I have more self-respect as someone who’d like to write for a living at some point than anyone who’s pretending this episode was anything but a pile of trash from any point of view when it comes to professional writing, and if that is what you have to attach yourself to in order to be an asshole on anon as no one had predicted you would be (honestly I was waiting for your crowd with a timer, I’m just surprised it took you four days to get here ;) ), well, as someone from your crowd said a long time ago: don’t you love yourself not even a little? because that’s sad.

btw, this ship gave me more happiness than not, made me find some a+ people to share thoughts with, I’ve written stuff for it that I’m beyond proud of, my meta is still better sourced than 99% of what d&d write because at least I read the source material and I care about it, and nothing can kill my love for it, especially two people whose writing has managed to disappoint everyone from reddit to tumblr except for like 0,5% of the fandom maybe. so I actually feel pretty great thinking that it was such a non-fundamental piece of plot that even with that ending in mind they had to make them make out on screen anyway when they could have just cut it, I’ve never given a single fuck about what casual fans might like (btw: casual fans hated this episode too ;) ) and if d&d are the company you want, please take them. I don’t want them that much even if I’ll give them that I did like how they canonized my ship because I’m intellectually honest (but overall it was bad writing too because of how they went at it after for objective reasons but at least I’ll admit it ;) ), and I can do without them overall, everyone in this fandom can write anything better than they could.

ah, wait. guess that if that is the best y’all can come up with then I should ask you how does it feel that the best you can come up with is universally recognized as a steaming pile of trash by people who should know the difference between a well written piece of tv and a steaming pile of trash. stay classy anon, see you when the books come out ;)

[mars-hmallow]

I've known about this since I was a Justin Bieber fan when I was like 12, it was amazing.

Now I'm 24, no longer a JB stan but the reader insert tag and fics are one of the few ways I can live my fantasies and I'm not letting anyone disregard and/or disrespect those kind of fics.

Reader insert or how we say in Spanish rayita fics for life😗✌

Shout out to tumblr for introducing me to reader insert fanfiction. Now I can no longer ship my favorite characters with anyone but myself.

[indigoflorals]

distraction - j.m & j.r 18+

jj maybank x reader x john b routledge

sum: jj offers his girl to his best friend after his rough breakup

warnings: oral (m), con/non-con, roughness, cum swallowing

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“You are the best fucking distraction, love.”

When Sarah had broken up with John B, everyone had felt the shift in him. He was noticeably absent from bonfires and keggers, and even JJ had gone days without seeing him. Generally, everyone knew something had to be done.

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“You know you’re always the best at cheering me up baby. Why don’t you show John B some love, just for tonight, huh?” Your boyfriend’s fingers massaged your scalp lightly from his position on the couch where you knelt in front of him.

“JJ, she really doesn’t have to—“

Your boyfriend waved a hand at his best friends protest, using the other to stroke your face tenderly. “She wants to, doesn’t she baby?”

Your eyes met John B’s warm brown ones, and you nodded hesitantly.

“Don’t be all shy now, baby.” JJ’s soft hand on your cheek slid quickly to a hold underneath your chin. He harshly tilted your face up to make eye contact. “JB, you should see the shit she can do.”

“Only if she wants to,” John B mumbled almost inaudibly. You could see now that he was half hard through his cargo shorts. “If she’s really sure.”

“Oh she is,” Your boyfriend spoke for you, “Now be a good girl and show our friend everything you do for me.”

Your eyes flickered to your boyfriends blue ones, and a softness rose to his face. He was silently checking you for any reluctance.

Scooting from your position in front of the blond, you knelt in front of John B, your hands working fastidiously on his zipper.

A hand grasped your hair roughly, and you felt your boyfriends hot breath on your neck and ear. “Not so fucking fast.”

You whimpered in response, feeling a growing wetness between your own legs. Letting go of his zipper, you moved to palm his now fully erect dick through his shorts.

“Good girl.” JJ smiled at you from his position beside John B, “Keep doing what I say and you’ll be rewarded later.”

Placing kisses along his clothed erection, you could feel your friend take in a shaky breath. He was nervous, and rightfully so.

Your hands migrated now to his zipper for the real thing this time, and he sucked in a breath to hold.

“Relax JB, she’ll take great care of you.” A reassuring familiar hand rubbed your back as you pulled John B’s dick out of his shorts.

You felt him relax, sinking into the couch while taking a fistful of your hair.

It was easy to imagine then, that this was your boyfriend as your took his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. You rubbed your thighs together for friction desperately at the thought.

A groan reverberated through the brunets body. You took more of him into your mouth, moaning at his length.

“Don’t enjoy it too much,” A strong hand came down to smack your ass, “You’re still mine.”

Eager to please your boyfriend, you took all of his best friends cock into your throat in one go. Your eyes watered, and you held back a gag.

“Holy fuck,” John B whined at your throat contracting around him, “How the fuck does she do that?”

“Mm I told you man, s’magic.”

You bobbed your head furiously now, eliciting several moans from the man in front of you. Your hand snaked underneath to palm at his balls, and you felt him pulse in your mouth.

“Fuck,” JJ’s hand came roughly into your hair, and you were suddenly forced down to the base of John B’s cock. “Oh my fucking god.”

You gagged hard, but you boyfriends hand didn’t let up, continuing to face fuck you onto his best friends dick. “Good girl, baby. You’re doing a good job.”

With what strength you had left, you brought a hand to palm your boyfriend through his shorts, feeling how painfully hard he was at the sight of you sucking off his best friend.

“Fuck pretty girl. I’m cumming.” You swallowed against John B’s cock, making eye contact as you felt hot spurts of cum rush into your mouth.

In an instant you were pulled back by your hair, and a hand placed underneath your jaw, holding your mouth closed.

“Swallow his cum, now.”

You obeyed your boyfriends command, feeling the metallic and salty liquid slide down your throat.

Tears ran down your face, and you finally opened your mouth to take in a deep breath.

You watched as John B’s pulled himself back into his shorts, before kneeling down to place a loving kiss to your lips. Your boyfriend didn’t protest.

“Thank you guys, both of you. Really needed it.” He turned to JJ, flashing the smile you were happy to see again.

“Anytime JB,” You boyfriend pulled you to your feet. “Now, you wanna watch me fuck her?”