#no one talk about how fucking pale I am ok

[misograce]

Someone fucking pinch me????

[misctf]

I had a dream once I found a pair of cleats and tried them on, and transformed into a big, dumb, horny football jock, then came load after load of cum , all sweaty and drooling as my new team arrived. How I wish I could experience that, do you know a way?

Huh, a dream you say? And just once? Part of me doubts that. And I can tell by how you’re blushing that you’ve likely had this dream a few times. And each time, you’ve woken up with your boxers soaked with jizz. Okay, okay... maybe I didn’t need to call you out like that. Anyway.... A big, dumb, horny football jock. Look, I’m not here to judge, but are you... of course you are.... Sigh.... Well, I’ll stop wasting our time. Risks yada yada, things going wrong yada yada... You get the point. Now follow me...

You follow close behind as I lead us through a few pairs of double doors. I have to unlock a few more doors and suddenly, we find ourselves within a large warehouse. There are thousands of articles of clothing. Underwear, socks, athletic shirts... you look around in awe.

Yes, I know, very impressive. We have a lot of magical items that we’ve collected over the years. Let me just grab a pair of gloves... Some of these items are quite potent actually. Like just a touch and bam! Stupid jock! Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but... And here we go! A pair of red football cleats... Just like in your dream? Well, what can I say, I’m a miracle worker. Okay, I’ll put them down right here. Look at that, they’re brand new too, they even have the paper still stuffed in them... Just give me one second, I have to grab a special tool. I can tell this pair is quite potent.... Wait... Don’t try to remove the paper with your... Fuck.... Didn’t I say... Hey! Don’t get too close!

The cleats are stuck around your hands. You’re shaking your hands, looking up at me desperately. No matter how much you flail, they seem locked in place. You’re breathing heavily. A sense of panic filling you. Something feels very wrong. You feel warmer and you’re sweating profusely.

This is very bad... Okay, give me a second to just... what do you mean your hands hurt? Oh fuck... Ok not good, not good... I need to...

You cry out as you feel your hands start to shift and change within the cleats. It feels like your hands are lengthening, while your fingers are painful shortened. But it’s not just your feet. You watch as your forearms start to shift and change. Packing on muscle that more resembles thick calves rather than forearms.

Oh yeah, these cleats are quite potent. Okay... uh, I would be lying if I said I’ve dealt with this before. This is something we in the business call a... okay yeah, maybe I’ll spare you the details. But... Oh careful now!

Your legs suddenly give way and you’ve fallen onto you’re abdomen. You let out another cry as your arms start to shift and change even more. They’re forced above your head and you yelp as thick muscle starts to fill in. Your once mediocre arms are now a set of two built legs, crushing your head in between new thighs. But the pain in your new legs pales in comparison to the feelings from your dick. It’s throbbing in a mixture of pain, then pleasure. You feel nauseous as the room is filled with the sounds of your body cracking and shifting. Yet you moan as your body continues its metamorphosis.

Oh fascinating... I’ve never seen this before... So the pecs become the abs, and the abs become the pecs. Fuck, they're getting huge too... What am I talking about? It’s uh... oh! Give me a second! Well, hello there... Huh, still barely a whisper... Who am I talking to? Well, uh... it’s complicated. But...

You yelp when you suddenly feel your body push itself up. You’re forced to look down at the floor, and it feels like you’re doing a handstand. You clearly see the red cleats,  and the firm calf and thigh muscles that used to be your arms. You try to crane your neck to look up, but are unable to.

Well fuck... this is, uh... What did you say? I can’t... your voice is a bit garbled now... Something salty? Yeah... I think that might be semen... Really? Come on, isn’t is obvious? Are you getting the idea now? Oh, don’t look at me like that, there were risks...

You yelp as a firm hand suddenly wraps around your neck. You’re afraid you won’t be able to breath, but instead, you just feel the salty liquid leave your lips. And as the hand moves up and down, more of it dribbles from your mouth. You try to speak, but you find your mouth has been forced to remain in a small “O” shape, no matter how desperately you try to move it. Worse yet, you watch as your hair falls from your head, decorating the floor beneath you.

Yeah, I doubt he’s gonna be able to talk much at this stage... So what did you say your name was....? Brett? Makes sense, you definitely look like a Brett. I gotta say, watching your arms grow in was quite the sight. And the muscle here... your biceps are so firm... oh sorry... right I’ll let you finish...

The deep moans that fill the air are not your own. You’ve never heard moans like this before. But soon your vision and hearing dwindle significantly. Instead, all you can feel is the rough calloused hand that jerks your hardened body, as well as the stream of cum that’s leaving your new mouth. And as the pressure builds and builds, so does the pleasure. It’s numbing. Numbing to the point you feel your complex thinking dwindle. All you can focus on is pleasure. Anyway, anyhow. And then you feel it. Cum bursts from your new mouth, and Brett lets out a loud moan, falling back against the wall. You feel your body softening, your mind only able to focus on your need for more.

Okay... I guess I’ll be cleaning that up... Oh? What’s happening? The room is spinning and... Wait, where are we...? The locker room? Damn, those cleats were potent... Oh sorry, you gotta get ready for your game. And I can hear your teammates coming in... Wait... You’re already getting hard again? And you’re already leaking? Shit... Well, I guess this isn’t what we expected. But, you’re certainly a horny, dumb football jock. And you’re certainly drooling there quite a bit, just in time for your team to see.... Well I guess I should go....Huh? Wait for you...? After the game...? In the locker room...? Sigh.... you stupid jock types are my weakness... see you soon...

[hooffuloftootsierolls]

In light of the reveal of Abel's complete design, have this dumb doodle i made on magma a week ago based on an interaction my bsf @plushtoothpanic acted out while we were joking about Vivziepop's lack of diversity(the dog character is his sona).

Also, rant below involving Abel, I don't want this to become a critical blog since Hazbin has held a special place in my heart since 2021, but oh my God I am so sick of the shit that Vivzie is pulling

Making Adam white was already quite a choice, I had a pretty specific vision of a dark-skinned curly-haired man before his face was revealed. Although I had been expecting a biblically-accurate Adam, I didn't mind having him white as long as Eve wasn't made white as well.

Abel's design throws this out the window.

First let's focus on Abel being the child of Adam and Eve. This means Eve is white, and likely also blonde. Historically, the first humans were East/South African, and not white. Ok, well what about biblically? The popular depictions of biblical figures are mainly European interpretations from when Europe adapted the Bible and made all the figures pale, like them. It's more likely that the dark-skinned writers that originally complied stories into the Bible meant for the figures to look more like them. It would make more sense if one or both of them was dark.

Saint Peter is a whole nother' piss drawer that I don't wanna open, but whitewashing an actual human being that existed is just so gross.

Now, the other thing I wanna talk about that talks less about race and more about theories surrounding Abel being blonde... People were already theorizing that maybe one of the kids was Lucifer's spawn because of the implied affair with Eve. It wasn't the most popular theory but now it's making a comeback with the reveal of Abel's complete design.

I dislike this theory(besides the fact that it's just stupid) because

1. Cain is Adam and Eve's firstborn son. Abel is their second. Even if Eve and Lucifer had an affair in Eden, that would result in Cain, not Abel. Also we aren't entirely aware of Lucifer's powers involving entering the living world but I doubt he can canonically go there, or at least not after Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden, since Hell was made as a punishment for him and any mortal that sins and I don't think he would be able to waltz back to Earth that easily. I suppose maybe they could be twins and Cain could just have been the first one born, but I don't think that's usually what "firstborn" implies, or how it's generally interpreted?

2. This is gonna look really bad on Lucifer's part?? Like, this implies that Lilith left Adam for Lucifer, then Lucifer got with Eve(possibly cheating on Lilith if she wasn't aware/didn't consent to the affair) and cucked Adam for a second time???? Lucifer would straight-up be getting the Stolas treatment where they keep making him more and more shitty then try to justify it anyways. Cmon guys.. I wanna be able to cheer for Lucifer too but he doesn't seem remorseful at all for anything he's done, more like he's been playing the victim for a decamillennium despite being a possible cheater and the one who destroyed Adam and Eve's life.

3. How would this be plot-relevant at all?? My closest guess is to make a disconnect from Adam like "oh he was never my ACTUAL father anyways" and also to try and make a bond with Abel and Charlie being blood-related so he would decide to side with her or something. Also on top of that I hate the whole trope of someone suddenly not giving a fuck about the parents who raised them in favor of their biological parents who didn't raise them. It's a dumb trope and if this theory is canon and they pull something like that.... ughh.

yeah. Overall, too many Aryans, pleasepleasepleaseplease pleaseeep please don't make Eve white even though I know they will anyways, and if that stupid theory is true then Lucifer is a snake-tongued, home-wrecking, unfaithful pile of shit that is disguised as a poor depressed dad that the fandom eats up and woobifies. Not that I don't want him to have flaws, but he doesn't seem very sorry for what he did(he has his whole snake and apple motif, that's like saying you feel guilty for a murder then using the hyper-specific murder weapon as your symbol) and also Abel being his son would be such an unnecessary plotline that would make him look soooo so so so so much worse because he wouldn't have much of a wholesome excuse for that.

The only good things I'm getting out of this are that I can post about Abel without having to tag it as leaks and also people are cracking jokes about Abel being the son of Lucifer and Adam

[fallstaticexit]

Ahhh it's been 65 years, and I feel kinda crazy that I've had this sitting in my drafts for like 2 months. Assuming most readers of Missing Moments are also The Art of Being Seen readers- there's some hefty lore here that will come into play later.

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Olive: Time to move on, right Kia?

[phone pings]

Nancy: Hello darling. Do you have a moment to talk?

Olive: Who’s this?

Olive: I don’t recall saying yes.

Nancy: [sighs] It feels so good to hear your voice again.

Olive: I only answered to tell you to block me.

Nancy: I would never.

Olive: Even though I asked?

Nancy: Well. I am incredibly selfish.

Olive: Why did you call me?

Nancy: I would like to see you, Olivia. Please.

Olive: I’m not for sale, sorry.

Nancy: I know. I wouldn’t want to meet on those terms again. If I could do it all over, I would have asked you to have dinner with me when I met you. I would have courted you properly, Olivia.

Olive: [scoffs] You would have gone to a strip club and asked a stripper to have dinner with you? Seriously? When would we have ever met under any other circumstance? It’s been made very clear to me how different we are. The only way this would have happened was if it were a fairy tale.

Nancy: What matters is, I have met you. I’ve experienced you and I can’t go back. My husband- my ex husband- he signed the petition for our divorce. I came out to him- officially. It’s over.

Olive: [stunned] That’s- that’s great. I am so happy for you-

Nancy: I’m leaving all of it. I’m starting over. All I want is you, if you’ll have me.

Olive: [sighs]

Nancy: Let’s just have one dinner and after we’ve talk, then you can decide. There’s so much I want to say, but I want to look you in the eyes as I say it.

Olive: One dinner?

Nancy: One dinner.

Nancy: May I see you tonight? I’ll send my driver and I’ll cook for you at my place. Anything you like.

Olive: Tonight is fine.. sure.

Nancy: [sighs happily] It’ll be hard not to kiss you the moment I see you-

Olive: Not too much, lover girl. It’s one dinner and I’m still very annoyed with you about all this, ok?

Nancy: Yes, my love. I’ll see you tonight.

Olive: And don’t look at me like that. It’s just dinner and a conversation, ok? I am not going to sleep with her ok?

Malcolm: Well. Now I see why my mother was so willing to ruin an entire empire over you. Those mugshots did you no justice.

Olive: What is this? Where’s Nancy?

Malcolm: I noticed our driver was heading this way, I figured I’d tag along. Sight see. Get in. Let’s chat.

Malcolm: I wonder if this feels like dejavu to my mother. She makes yet another thoughtless mistake and someone comes along to make it all go away. She has a nasty habit of that, you know.

Olive: Listen. I’m not feeling whatever family drama you all have going on. I don’t want to talk to you. I want to talk to Nancy.

Malcolm: I was raised by a narcissistic liar and a spineless coward. If I let this company fall apart, then wouldn’t it all had been for nothing?

Olive: [scoffs] So you want pity? I’m suppose to pity you? Give me a break.

Malcolm: Not pity, no. If anything, I pity you.

Olive: Is that right?

Malcolm: When it comes to success, you pale in comparison to your half siblings. You’ve financially crippled your parents in legal fees since your arrest and all you have to show for it is by shaking ass in a low end strip club in the Spice District. That’s right, I know alot about you Olivia Briar.

Malcolm: I know about that quaint little family of yours down in the country. I know about your niece’s struggling restaurant and her undocumented partner. Funny, he’s able to acquire loans under a fake name but there’s no records of a Noa Briar anywhere. I wonder what else your family is hiding.

Olive: [shaken] What is this about? Are you threatening me? What the fuck do you want?

Malcolm: I’m here to help you, not hurt you. One of the greatest lessons I’ve ever learned was the power of the dollar. I can make a lot of your problems go away with one deposit if you do just one thing.

Olive: [softly] ....What?

Malcolm: We’re going to turn around and park in front of your building. You’re going to go upstairs, pack up your things and then, you’re going to go back home to sweet old Henford. You’ll pay your parents back with the money you’ll receive from this arrangement and you’ll help your niece and nephew. All your problems - poof- gone.

Malcolm: All you have to do is walk away, and stay away. You see, my mother has a nasty debt to this family she still needs to pay. Don’t make it your burden.

[lynnbanks]

Ooh! Maybe a Luke x reader where it’s an unexpected pregnancy? She holds off telling him cause she’s afraid of his reaction, and accidentally tells Jack first.

She had no idea she was with child until her latest doctor's appointment where they made her take a test before she could be prescribed her new medication. One second she is worry-free and excited to get lunch with her boyfriend after her appointment and all of a sudden the thought of doing anything makes her sick.

“We know from your blood work you are pregnant but unfortunately you will have to go up to the 7th floor to make an appointment with an ob-gyn.” and y/n is still very much in shock and just shakes her head yes. Walking out of the doctor's hands shaking “What the fuck am I going to do.”

I can't tell Luke I'm pregnant, what if he leaves, what if this tears us apart, what if we are bad parents, what if I am ruining his career? All these what-ifs with nobody to pull her out of it.

She makes it to the spot where they agreed to meet for lunch “Hi baby how are you feeling?” Luke asked, taking in her pale face and shaking frame “Did everything go okay? You don't look too good.”

Pulling herself from her thoughts “Yeah um I-they had to take some blood so I'm a little shaky that's all.”

“Well, we should probably eat then!” He says it with a big smile, happy to see his girlfriend after just a few hours apart. and she couldn't be the one to wipe the smile off of his face so she decided to not bring up what the doctor had just told her.

3 weeks later y/n is now 11 weeks pregnant and has just about all of the early stage symptoms. Her first appointment with her ob-gyn is next week and she is terrified. Luke is starting to notice some changes in her too. She is more distant, and emotional this morning. He caught her throwing up after breakfast and when she was done she acted as if she had been caught doing something bad.

“Let's get you to bed sweet girl, you need some rest.” y/n can't tell if it is the fear, the guilt or the baby growing inside of her but she feels like she is about to throw up the very little food she has been able to keep down. “ you must have caught what jack had last week,” Luke says covering her up

And it is that exact reason Jack was home early from practice 3 days later to find his brother's girlfriend passed out on the floor in the middle of the apartment. And is sitting with her in the emergency room till Luke can switch with him. All is fine until the doctor walks into her room “Hi my name is doctor brown this is Emma she will be taking notes for me while we talk”

pulling out her stethoscope to do a plus measurement test “So what are we in here for today?” before y/n can say anything Jack says it for her “She was passed out on the floor of our apartment.” the doctor nodes her head “In your charts, it says you are in the early stages of pregnancy. Do you know how far along you are?”

the room goes dead silent “The reason I say that is because it is normal to be dizzy during the first few weeks but if it is causing you to faint we definitely want to check in with your OB to make sure mom and baby are doing ok.” y/n can feel the tears fill her eyes this was not happening right now

“ I'm assuming you are Dad?” the doctor says to Jack who looks just as pale as she did when she found out “Um n-no no that would be my brother” he says looking at y/n who looks like she might have a mental breakdown at any second

“Oh I'm sorry um well from what I am seeing everything looks good but we still want to do an ultrasound just to cover all our bases. We will have someone come in just a few minutes to get that done for you,” she says, pumping some hand sanitizer into her hands “My only suggestions would be lots of rest and to drink lots of water and if everything is all good with the ultrasound you should be out of here pretty soon.” be for leaving me to fix this mess alone.

“ Did you know?” Jack asked and all y/n could manage to do was sob into her hands and shake her head yes “Does he know?” she shook her head no “Oh y/n” he said as if she was a lost puppy coming up to hug her tight while she let it all go “I don't want him to leave me.”

She was full-on sobbing “What, why would you think that?” “ I am ruining his life!” Jack pulled away to get a good look at the girl he saw as a little sister breaking down in his arms “Hey it takes two to tango and it's not fair to him for you to say that when he doesn't even know.” y/n hadn't thought about how unfair it was to judge Luke for a reaction she didn't know he was going to have

“ I'm scared; every woman in my life has done it alone. I know what it looks like and I can't do it.”

Jack is rubbing her back trying to soothe her as best as he can. “Luke is nothing like those guys ok and if he did ever turn out to be one of those guys you know me and Quinn would be right by your side as you kick his ass.” y/n laughed a little at that “ but you keeping this from him is going to break his heart.

Let me know if y'all want Luke's reaction if I keep writing right now it is only going to get worse. I also love doing y'all requests. And again grammar spelling and all of the above don't exist here.💋💋

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfic - Frostbite

Words: 590

@wolfstarmicrofic

🌙✨🎄✨🌙

Remus apparated outside their home, outside the wards. He stumbled to the front door and fumbled with his keys, dropping them three times, before Sirius opened the door from the inside.

Sirius took one look at him and opened his arms, just as Remus instinctively collapsed into them.

Remus had been watching Malfoy Manor all night with Kingsley and while nothing had happened, it was the night after the Full Moon and he seriously shouldn’t have accepted the shift. His entire body ached, but he couldn’t really feel it anymore because of how cold he was. He almost felt drunk.

“Moons, your lips are blue, love,” Sirius said quietly.

“You should probably warm them up then.” Remus giggled deliriously.

“Let’s get you inside.” Sirius half dragged Remus across the threshold and towards the living room. “You’re absolutely freezing! Why didn't you cast a warming charm?”

“I did. It’s just so f-fucking cold…” Remus’ eyes were drooping as Sirius lay him down on the sofa and covered him with two blankets before casting a warming charm over him.

“I’m going to make tea, ok? I’ll be right back.” Sirius already knew that when he got back from the kitchen, Remus would be asleep. Which as long as he was warm, was fine.

Sure enough, less than five minutes later, Remus was curled up on his side, clutching the blankets up to his face, mouth wide open, drooling slightly, fast asleep. Sirius set down the tea next to him and watched slowly as the colour came back into his friend’s face and his panic subsided slightly.

He grabbed the two-way mirror off the coffee table and called James, retreating back into the kitchen.

“Alright, mate?” James’ grinning face popped up almost instantly.

“Alright, Prongs? Is Lils there?” He said quickly.

“Oh, I see how it is!” James laughed. “No ‘how was your day, Prongs?’, no ‘fancy a pint, Prongs?’.”

“Moony just got back from a stakeout and I’m worried about how cold he was, and unless you’re a healer all of a sudden, you’re no help to me at this precise moment. I love you, but please, fetch your lovely wife so I can ask her to work for free!”

“I’m already here, Padfoot.” Lily appeared over James’ shoulder. “How cold are we talking?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure he lost consciousness for a few seconds just after he got here, then he woke up, and now he’s asleep. He’s currently on the sofa under two blankets with a heating charm and he’s a bit less pale and cold, but I’m still worried.”

“Ah, no, magic won’t help at this point. You’re going to have to do this the muggle way.” Lily looked very serious.

“Tea?”

“No. You need to both get naked and cuddle for warmth.” She said.

“What?” Sirius almost dropped the mirror. “Naked?”

“Oh come on, Pads. It wouldn’t be the first time, would it?” James chuckled.

“That’s not- Lily, are you serious?”

Lily held a hand over James’ mouth as he said ‘no, but you are’, “I am. It’s the only thing that can help at this point. He should be ok, but you need to get him warm now.”

“Yeah. Yeah, ok. Shit. Thanks, Lils.” Sirius set down the mirror and pulled his shirt over his head.

“Is it that bad?” James turned to Lily, looking worried.

“Nah, Remus’ll be fine. Just thought I’d give them both a little push in the right direction.” She grinned at her husband, and in that moment, he’d never loved her more.

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

do you have any major ninjago fandom pet peeves? or am i just being overly weird for having some?

No youre not weird I have many too lol

- designs for the main ninja where they're all either white or pale. Its sort of sus to me when people make kai tan(ish) but not nya. Like, why? (<- the answer is colorism. Obviously the prettly girl is pale but the angry guy is tan(ish) ). Also hate when the only tan or darkskinned one is Cole (and hes usually sort of grey).

- 'girlboss' nya where shes dumbed down to 'strong woman character' which is a thiny vieled 'shes the mom of the group' fanonization ngl. Nya is strong and capable, angry and opinionated but none of that is actually captured in the baseless trope applied to her. I see it a lot in fanon Jaya and it bugs the shit out of me.

- misako slander/hate, its literally just misogny. Barely anyone talks about Garmadon the same way.

- lava shippers who feel the need to bring up lava on geode posts. Or lava shippers who hate on geode or geo in general I find incredibly annoying. Another thing is when some of them act like lava was Ever gonna be canon like. Broski, when and where did you find evidence of that?

- fanon jay like. Entirely.

- on a similar note, fanon bruise. I hate haaate the yaoi-topification of Cole lol. I find bruise's dynamic, both platonic or romantic, fancinating and its frustrating to see them so dumbed down.

- big hater of the idea that Jay has to short or cole has to be tall or this or that.

- wu haters die by my blade. Wu's tries so fucking hard and is flawed but apparently people can't view a character in full. Whatever.

- I incredibly dislike woobified morro. Espicially when people make his actions seem less bad or less his choice in a mock way to make him seem more "redeemable." I find it funny that people can't seem to accept that their fav is a bad person and/or did bad things. Recongizing that doesn't make him any less "worthy" of redemption. That's not really how redemption works, at least in my mind.

Ok thats all I can think of rn so hating session over

[petew21-blog]

Can you do like a lando norris and oscar piastri body swap pls

I hope I won't dissapoint. You can still dm me if anything

Oscar P.O.V. (on the right)

Another race ahead, another day to win. Lando is already here. He won't beat me, but I still gotta be ready. We push each other to be better all the time. While out of the race we are quite good friends I have to say, but while driving, we become the speed itself. We both wanna win and we wanna be better than before.

"Hey, mate. How we feeling today? Ready to be second, huh?"

"Nah that's your place, man. No need to take from the weak. Besides wouldn't trade my ride with yours anytime soon, that's why you won't be first." he laughed

"You know it's about the driver huh, I am better and you know it. Unless you switch with me, you won't get to win this."

"Well, I can say only the same thing"

We laughed about it and shook hands. And suddenly we were looking at ourselves. We actually swapped bodies 45 minutes before the race.

"What the hell is this. Why am I you?"

"Why are you me?!? I only meant it as a joke. I didn't believe it was possible."

We started screaming at each other drawing attention. Lando in my body noticed first:"Everybody is starting to look at us. Let's make a deal to just ride as we normally would and try to win anyway ok? Then we'll deal with this."

I don't know what came over me, but seeing my body so confident made me a bit horny. Until today I never questioned my sexuality. Well...

We went over some details. Phrases we usually say. Tricks we do and shit we don't do. The media were all over us, making photos, tried to capture the moment we had a fight, but now trying to find a better moment.

We both went our ways. We got behind our wheels and went on. The rest is a blur. I didn't even feel like a different person at those moments, but after exitting the car, I suddenly realized I won. I fucking a first place. Wait. Lando won. But... I did. As Lando. So... the throphy stays with Lando, but I'm the one who made sure he won.

Lando P.O.V.

Yeeeeees. I don't even know if I should cry right now or cheer. Oscar's team was so confused that I cheered so much for my own body winning, but I don't care. I won. My body won that trophy. I won!

But then it hit me. We haven't swapped back yet. What if we never swap back and we stay like this? What do I do?

I left to get changed. I got out of my clothes.

"Damn Oscar, maybe get a tan sometimes? You're pale as snow."

Oscar's body isn't ugly. He is a bit slimmer than me, but can't say anything bad about it. We're only two years apart and our bodies aren't that different. I looked inside my new boxers. Well, maybe we are. Atleast I won something today. I actually can't wait to test this bad boy and see it fully hard

Oscar P.O.V.

Lando's body has so much attention now. The past few days we've made bunch of photoshoots and I have to say I am getting kinda comfy in this body. It's good looking. Hot, better muscle structure. I don't think I even want to swap back right now. But I can't say that about Lando. He keeps texting me about talking and finding a way to swap back. I'm just to tired from all the media attention and photoshoots to deal with this.

Oh another message came. A photo in my bathroom. Ok, I miss that dick. Maybe I could talk to him tonight. We could talk over the swap and maybe I could try to ride something else for a change

[spacelazarwolf]

lmao k we’re gonna talk abt ashkenormativity and the weird hostility some of y’all have toward non ashki jews.

so yesterday i was trying to have a discussion on this post, and the person responded with this:

and then promptly blocked me.

after which they posted a bunch of bullshit that i am now going to tear to shreds.

regarding the above screenshot:

- if you’re defining yiddish culture as “ashkenazi jews who speak yiddish” you are still erasing multiple communities of ashkenazi jews. italian ashkenazi jews migrated or fled to northern italy during the middle ages, long before the establishment of the pale of settlement, and have a culture that is distinctly influenced by italian culture, not eastern european culture.

- sounds like you’re outright excluding any group of ashkenazi jews who don’t speak yiddish or live in central or eastern europe. which is literally the reason i started the dialogue in the first place.

- talking down to me as if i don’t know what the difference between ashkenazi and sephardi is.

- immediately followed by incorrectly defining ashkenazi. ashkenazim are a group of diaspora jews who originally settled in the ashkenaz. there are many different diaspora languages that ashkenazi jews spoke, including judeo-french, judeo-provençal, judeo-czech, and different dialects of judeo-italian.

- kinda sounds like ur saying eastern european jews who speak yiddish are the only “true” ashkenazi jews????????

- yeah there’s lots of issues surrounding the way eastern european jews were viewed, but that’s not what the conversation was about?????

- it’s not really up to you to have or not have an issue with who identifies as ashkenazi.

- there are many ashkenazi groups that have ties in eastern europe. there are also plenty who don’t. there’s overarching similarities between a lot of different diaspora groups, but that doesn’t make them the same. and that’s ok.

- kinda weird how you say “this is a conversation for the jewish community, infuriating how people disagree with us about our own culture” as if i’m not also jewish?? do you not consider me jewish enough to talk about jewish culture or history?

- it’s clear you’ve researched a lot about eastern european jews. it’s also clear that’s the only group you know anything about.

- this conversation had nothing to do with zionism?????? very fucking weird for u to say this??????? especially when i was literally trying to express that ashkenazi jews are incredibly diverse and can’t just be boiled down to “basically eastern european”??????????

- also again homogenizing all ashkenazi jews under “yiddish culture” when you’ve defined yiddish culture as being distinctly eastern european. which. again. not all ashkenazi jews are.

- didn’t try to correct u on ur own culture bud! tried to get u to see that ur own culture is not actually The Only One.

- “because only a non ashkenazi jew can ever accurately represent ashkenazi culture right?” you’ve got some weird aggression toward non ashki jews you should prob unpack.

- again trying to make this abt zionism when i was literally arguing the opposite.

- also i don’t have a “giant blog” lmfao.

- this is funny to me bc u r literally the one who misdefined ashkenazi?????? and attempted to homogenize all ashkenazim under the label of eastern european????? hello?????????

- “irredeemable zionists” yikes bro.

- literally just me when i can’t read and have no critical thinking skills.

- this to me reads like someone who is trying to invert the concept of ashkenormativity and position themself as a victim of non ashki jews. which is absolutely fucking bizarre.

- you’re claiming i’m “denying yiddish culture” while many of your posts actively erase multiple ashkenazi groups from this culture while simultaneously lumping them all in underneath one umbrella eastern european label. like idk how you managed to be so ashkenormative that you managed to erase other ashkenazi jews but it’s almost impressive.

- gee i wonder what it’s like to have ur culture denied surely as a member of a tiny diaspora group that makes up 0.4% of the global jewish population i have no idea what that’s like!

- you are not advocating for diasporism. you are advocating for your culture and your culture only.

anyway, on to my other rant.

if i want to know how to recite a prayer in the ashkenazi rite, i google it. if i want to learn how to speak yiddish, i download duolingo. it’s easy to find these things because people have worked hard to preserve them. and also because ashkenazi jews make up over 60% of the global jewish population and over 70% of the us jewish population.

italian jews, however, including italian ashkenazim, make up 0.4% of the global jewish population. and i couldn’t even find a number for how many of us there are in the us bc there are that few. if i want to know how a certain prayer is chanted in the italian rite, i have to find 70 year old recordings of italian cantors and rabbis singing them for a musicologist who dedicated his life to keeping the italian rite and italki culture alive after it was devastated by the holocaust, bc the only synagogues that still follow the italian rite are in rome and israel. if i want to know how to speak the language my ancestors would have spoken, i have to take a zoom class at oxford at 6am where we study manuscripts from hundreds of years ago. in 1900, there were 20,000 native speakers of judeo-italian dialects. in 2023 there are almost none.

in order to participate in any sort of jewish life where i live, i have to know ashkenazi culture. i have to know the prayers and the songs and the customs. i have to know the food and the language and history.

but y’all don’t have to know mine.

and every time i try to infuse my own heritage into my practice i’m reminded of that. when i make italian jewish food, people don’t see it as “jewish food.” people hear my last name and assume i’m not jewish because it’s not a “jewish name.” when i use italki hebrew, people try to correct me. i frequently encounter other jews who don’t even know italkim exist. so yeah. it is infuriating when i experience constant pressure to assimilate into the dominant jewish culture of where i live only to be a excluded from discussions about that culture because i’m not part of it. i am part of it. i have to be.

ashkenazi culture is beautiful and diverse and i do genuinely enjoy taking part in it. but it is painful to get constant reminders that i don’t really have a choice. it is painful to have people in your own community see your knowledge of their culture as a given but their knowledge of your culture as optional or doing you a favor.

so basically,

you are not being erased by the reminder that jews who are not like you exist.

[sevikaswifefr]

Constants

pairing: jenna ortega x female reader

warnings: depression.

a/n: pleaseee send in requests. i am running out of ideas as u can see

Depression was a term that had been a constant in my life from the age of 14.

As well as the terms lazy, attention seeker, pathetic. You get the gist.

Well they had been a constant until Jenna arrived.

Her stupidly perfect smile had pulled me into her life and we were happy together until her stupidly perfect frown had pushed me back out.

And now of course I was back to the constants.

Curled up in the shower I sob letting my tears blend in with the hot water. While it had been a month since Jenna and I had broken up I couldn’t forget her.

I know my friends are worried. I don’t see them anymore. Partly because I didn’t have the energy and partly because they are Jenna’s friends too. We all worked on Scream 6 together.

Speaking of friends, I hear a knock on my front door followed by Jasmins voice. “Y/N open the dam door. I know your in there.” Her voice is firm and it pushes me to get out the shower and wrap a towel around my body as I head to the front door ignoring the water dripping off my figure.

Opening the front door I’m greeted with Mason and Jasmin standing together, Jasmins arms are crossed and Mason frowns rather dramatically if you ask me.

He is an actor after all I guess.

“Oh you look awful.” Jasmin sighs. It’s true I do. My hair is wet but not washed, my eyes hold black bags underneath them so large I could come across as a raccoon, my skins pale due to my lack of sunlight and I have lost enough weight you can see my ribs through my skin.

I don’t reply to Jasmin though, instead stepping aside as both her and Mason push their way into my apartment. “We’re worried about you.” Masons frown deepens as he places a hand on my bare shoulder. “Go get changed. Then we are gonna talk.” He gently pushes me towards my bedroom as Jasmin gets comfy on the couch.

As I close my bedroom door behind me I let out a shuddering sigh. I don’t know why seeing Jasmin and Mason had me so wound up but it did. Memories of Jenna and I rush through my head and I fall to my knees holding my head in my hands at the thought of how pathetic I am.

About fifteen minutes pass but I can’t tell as I remain on the floor in only a towel. My mind spins and I honestly can’t tell which way is up as I sob into my knees, my hands threaded through my hair.

“Mason. Fuck Mason. Get over here.” I can’t see but I hear my bedroom door open and two pairs of feet slowly walking over to my side. “Y/N, hey babe, your ok alright. Why are you upset?” Jasmins voice is soft and calm as her hand gently rests on my back. The touch causes me to flinch, the feeling of being comforted one I only had when around Jenna.

“I- I can’t do this. I miss her so much. I don’t know why she left me. I’m so fucking pathetic.” I sob, my breathing erratic as Jasmin rubs my back gently. “Mason. Go call her. You know what to do.” Jasmin orders Mason who instantly obeys and heads to the living room.

“No. Don’t call her please don’t.” I finally remove my head from my knees to beg Jasmin to reconsider but her face is stern. “Babe you need to see her. Please just trust me. She loves you. And obviously you love her.” Jasmin sighs and presses a kiss to my forehead as more tears roll down my face. I shake my head and bury it deep into Jasmins neck sobs still racking my body.

I remain there for a good part of half an hour before a knock on the door causes Jasmin to shift slightly. “I love you ok? You got this.” Jasmin smiles. Before I can argue against whatever she’s about to do an all too familiar figure appears in the doorway.

Suddenly I’m extremely aware of my basically naked body as Jenna smiles sadly at my heaped body on the floor. “Hey.” She whispers keeping her distance as Jasmin slips out the room.

I manage to smile sadly at her trying my best to keep emotions at bay as I stare at the woman I had been trying so hard to get over.

Jenna frowns slightly as if finally noticing I’m in a towel before heading to my wardrobe and rummaging through my clothes. An action that takes me back to all the times before our break up.

“Here let me help you.” She smiles pulling out a hoodie and sweats and crouching by my side. I hold the towel a little closer to my body the intimate feeling of Jenna’s hands on my shoulders one I had tried so so hard to forget.

“Thanks.” I manage to get out as Jenna notices my awkwardness and turns away allowing me to get changed privately.

Jenna turns around as I pull my shirt down and I’m not oblivious to the blush on her cheeks. “Why are you here?” I question, standing so I can face her small figure.

“Mason messaged me.” Jenna shrugs playing with her rings anxiously. “He said you wanted to talk.” Jenna half smiles as if not opposed to the idea.

“Well I don’t.” I spit, sudden anger forming in my stomach at Jenna’s presence. “Y/N. Don’t be angry please.” She sighs. I scoff. “You broke up with me Jenna with no explanation no reason no nothing. You left me knowing about all my problems and not seeming to care about any. Do you know how fucked up my head is now? Because I don’t think you do.” My voice is raised as I talk and I can tell it’s hurting Jenna which causes slight guilt to trickle through me.

“I thought it was for the best ok? I just-“ She trails off unsure of what to say next. “Just- I was scared. I’m about to go to Romania for eight months. What’s gonna happen? Your probably gonna meet some other girl while I’m gone. I don’t know.” Jenna let’s put a frustrated huff as she controls her breathing, trying to keep her voice calm.

“You were all I cared about Jenna. No one else can compare to you. I loved- I love you with my entire heart. I could never cheat on you.” I sigh stepping forwards slightly. Jenna doesn’t reply. Her eyes find mine, glistening with unshed tears. “I’m yours Jenna. No matter how far apart we are, I’m yours.” I whisper.

Suddenly Jennas lips are crashing onto my own, her hands running through my hair. I can taste her tears as they fall down her cheeks and find myself pulling her even harder into my body. “I’m sorry. Please be mine again.” Jenna’s voice is shaky as she breathes out, her eyes closed and head pressed against mine.

Those words cause my heart to skip a beat, the one thing that I had been dreaming of hearing finally came out of Jenna’s mouth.

I let out a strangled laugh and nod my head. “Yes.” I gently cup her cheeks and place a bruising kiss on her lips. “One hundred times yes.” I pull back to whisper.

Jenna lets out a chuckle, her eyes meeting mine. “I love you. I never stopped.” She sighs resting her head on my chest. I smile and rest my own head on top of hers thanking the stars for bringing her back to me.

[burningcheese-merchant]

I have. A few things to say! First of all, thank you for writing for here (and there, but I do not have an AO3)! I’m very in much love with someone going crazy for another and *mwah* do you do it right and justice! That said, prioritize yourself! Drink water! Eat! Do not burn out, and do not feel pressured to do stuff! I hope that your spark burns for long after this fandom!

Thank you so, so much for your kind words! I know you sent multiple asks, so I'm going to try to respond to the first two in one post, if that's ok! (I'll answer the PitayaFire one separately)

Don't you know that the truest, most profound kind of love is born not beneath the soft, pale light of the full moon, not in the sound of a pair's steps as they dance the night away, not within the warmth and security of a tender embrace, but within the walls of the solitary confinement cell in the "dangerous and violent" housing section of a psych ward? LOL jk. It's really fun writing a lovesick/obsessed person for some reason. I don't have this dynamic for any of my other ships, this is the first time I've opted to explore a darker, more uncomfortable and unstable route/interpretation of a "relationship" and it's honestly been a blast lol. (I DO also ship mutual BurningCheese, but under specific conditions, AKA Burning Spice has a redemption arc and GC falls for him on her own. I just can't justify them being together if he's still evil. So long as he is, the love is one-sided)

I really am grateful for your compliments and encouragement. I've got a super big and important BurningCheese fic in the oven rn, but I do need to actually focus on real life for a bit, so it'll be some time. I'll be posting drabbles on here and a fic or two on AO3 where BS is NOT dangerously insane, just a regular asshole who's down bad lol

You can rest assured that my crazy diamond will continue shining on long after I get tired of these games about talking cookies. I always loved writing, it's my favorite hobby and it's my only way of expressing my creativity since I can't draw to save my life. I actually have a 100% original work I've been tinkering with for a loooong time, but I always wanted that story to be told in comic form, and to do that... I have to learn to draw lol. (And that's... a really big mountain to climb. I want to climb it more than anything, but I don't know if I can. Feels like I keep slipping and falling on my ass every time I try to take and retake the first step on the first rock, you know? Idk how anyone does it, honestly...) In any case, I'm truly grateful for you and everyone else who bothers to look at my work and actually thinks it's good for some reason

Did you see that gacha animation though 👀 The way BS is looking at her 👀 y'all can't tell me he ain't thirsty. Look at that twinkle in his eye. Look at that smile. He wants to tear up more than just those wings, I'm telling you 👀 Shadow Milk is a silly billy, he thinks puppet shows and gaslighting are how you flirt with people. Mystic Flour is probably just like "what. What is this. Who is this man. Why is he handsome. Why do I feel this way. Emotions are futile. Love is ephemeral. I will not stray from the path. I will trap him in my mind prison and torture him. That will fix it. He will surrender to apathy. He will return my soul jam. He will see how smart and correct I am. Cloud Haetae will sing my praises to him until he believes them. Yes. That is what will happen. Victory is mine. I am Very Normal about this." Burning Spice? Down horrendous. Down crazy. When GC is there, it's like no one else is in the room. Won't stop smiling. Only mentions the Soul Jam once, focuses on her specifically the whole rest of the time. First real thing he says to her is how much she impresses him. Throws a tantrum after their fight essentially because she didn't step on him hard enough. Down bad. Down bad. Down bad. Ain't no way he isn't. You can't change my mind

Sorry for rambling. TL;DR: Yo Socrates, it's a fucking cookie (also thank you for your support)

[gelly-fsh]

Glasses

"Uhg es que este dolor de cabeza está insoportable, I can't believe I left without my glasses, why am I like this?" Sirius could hear James before he saw him, he was lying lazily against a tree near the quiddicht pitch waiting for Remus to finish his study session with Lily and Regulus, but he inmediately perked up when he heard his best friend's voice.

He looked really stressed out, with one hand on his hair and another one just raised in front of him (probably to stop himself from running into anything, the idiot). He was slowly making his way to the Pitch benches the moment Sirius decided to take pity on the poor man and go to help him.

As he was silently making his way to James, James head perked up again and he saw him. Sirius could clearly see him squinting his eyes trying to identify who Sirius was, but just a moments later he saw James give him one of the warmest smiles he has ever seen.

"My love! You are here!" Whatever precaution James was having was thrown out of the window as James quickly made his way towards Sirius, who was at that moment extremely flabbergasted.

What the fuck?!?! Sirius mind was a mess, and he was so confused he was not able to form a word.

When James stood in front of him, he softly cupped Sirius cheeks with both of his hands and smiled "I thought you were in the library with Remus and Lily, did you finished early Mi Amor?" James was talking so lovingly that Sirius brain malfunctioned for a second, because since when Prongs had a partner??? Why did he not tell Sirius???

"Oh come here" James said, before he squished his cheeks and gave him a peck in the lips and in his forehead "Que chico más bello, so beautiful"

The peck was all Sirius needed to get out of his stupor, pushing James with so much force he almost fell back on his ass "WHAT THE FUCK PRONGS?"

When James registered Sirius voice, he instantly went pale, spluttering the sentence that would change everything "You're not Regulus"

"Of course I'm not my fucking brother, why the fuck did you do tha-" Sirius stopped, and he could vow that white noise started filling his ears

"Were the kisses and the sweet words meant for my brother, Potter?"

"Sirius, I need you to relax" Jame started, slowly making distance between him and Sirius, not that that could deter Sirius when he is fixated.

"Answer my fucking question James"

"....yes, yes they were"

"Ok" Sirius breathed out, gaze lost for a bit until he suddenly gained conscience again "I have to kill you now"

"Yeah, I know" James breathed out, expression solemn "Can I at least fetch my glasses before you do?"

"You have 15 seconds before I start hunting you down, you brotherfucker"

"Thats enough" and after that, he ran.

Sirius will analyze this moment and information later on, and he could fine it within himself to be happy for the couple after a bit, but right now? James will suffer for a bit.

He also need to go find Regulus after this, that little shit owes him all the details about how the fuck that relationship even happened.

[lostonehero]

Tma x mechs

Jonny archivist baby

"Is there a reason you're in my office, Sasha?" Jonny looked up from the statement on his desk.

"I've figured it out." Sasha smirks.

Jonny raised a brow. "Figured out what?"

"Why you suddenly became a dick after the promotion." Sasha hums. "You've fallen hard for Tim and Martin and me, but I'm aromantic, so sorry about that, bud. You're trying to cover your tracks by being a dick and pretending you hate everyone."

Jonny scoffs. "Of course not. I'm perfectly being just here as me and.... have you noticed Martin has a spider collection above his desk?" Jonny sighs. It's only been a few decades. How has he gotten so shit at lying?

Sasha raised a brow. "Jon, come off it." She crosses her arms as Jon sighs. "I'm sure if you talked to them they would be on board."

You're mortal all of you. Is what Jonny wanted to shout, but he couldn't. Even with the metal heart, he was falling hard and fast, weird horror be damned. Maybe he could use the weird horrors to keep them around long. He groans. "You have to be included aromantic or not. You're going to be a part of it, even if it's just sex."

"I'm sure I could arrange something." Sasha finishes her text, and there's a shout from Tim outside Jon's office.

"BLOODY KNEW IT." Tim shouts.

Jonny covers his face. He was screwed.

......

It's only been three weeks since they tried out the dating thing. He can only recall one other time truly where he was in love, and that was with Tim, not Stoker, but Gunpowder. It didn't end well. They remained friends, but it hurt. Tim blamed him for his eyes, but Carmillia was already dead to their knowledge, and they didn't mean to find him. They tried again a few times, but it was never the same, and everything it just hurt him more. DTTM was the final straw that broke the camels back. He's happier now than he has been for a long time. His crew probably doesn't even care that he's gone.

"Jon?" Martin's soft voice broke him away from the self hatred. "Jon, are you ok?"

Tim hugged Jonny's arm. "What ya thinking about, boss man?"

"We are literally in bed together. Don't call me that." Jonny sighs. "My ex, his name was also Tim. We became friends after but it was never the same yaknow. We were a part of this group like a family. I had a really bad falling out with them. That's how I ended up here." He sighs. "I'm not good at being open."

Martin sighs and moves Jon to his chest. "You feel like with us, you're betraying what you once had."

Tim nods. "Well, I'll be a better Tim." He hums softly. "You still have your memories even if they aren't great."

Jonny tries to hide his face in Martin's chest. "Enough! You're making me soft."

"That's the only thing soft about you. You're way too thin." Tim chuckles.

Jonny whines as Martin traps him in a soft hug. "Stop. I am a vicious man."

Tim smiles, joining the hug. "Mmh, yes, you're so scary."

"Yes, you make the statements come alive. Even if toy think they're fake." Martin smiles.

Jonny was absolutely fucked. He had to figure out how to keep them alive, and he'll be damned if Carmillia got involved. That bitch better stay the fuck away from here. She better be dead.

.......

It took a year for everything to go to shit. A fucking year. Jonny sat in the empty archives. It started when Sasha got bit by a moth of all things. He didn't think moths had mouths. Then she got sick. Elias was being a dick about it, and soon she was coughing up worms and talking about music she could only hear. She disappeared after that, claiming she was sick and he hadn't heard anything.

Next was Tim. He started to get sick and pale, claimed the light hurt. He wore long sleeves and sunglasses inside, but he didn't change mentally he just... physically, he was changing, and he tried to help, but one day, they were walking, and a cars shadow passed by, and he vanished. He mourned with Martin.

Last was Martin he helped get to the bottom of things. These fear gods were changing his loves, but they were supposed to have a choice. He rubbed his burned hand. Martin went to hill top road and didn't come back.

He should have known better. He can't just play pretend like he was some mortal. He wasn't even human. He could feel something wet drip down his cheeks. He was crying so much lately he was fucking pathetic.

A soft knock on the door made Jonny rub his face and sit up. "What is it?"

"Sup boss man." It was Tim he had sharper teeth, and his eyes were pitch black, but it was him.

"T-Tim?" Jonny shot up out of his seat.

"Yeah, it's me." Tim rubs his arm. "I can promise you I didn't want this. I've become some sort of monster, and you deserve to -" he gasps as Jonny knocks him to the floor in a hug.

"Fuck that, monster or not I still love you." Jonny freezes he never spoke those words since....

Tim pulls Jonny into a kiss. "Are you sure?"

Jonny nods. "You have to help me find Martin and Sasha now. Im a monster, too, I think. I got this weird knowing thing. Elias won't tell me anything, but I know he knows more than he lets on. We I know about the fears, and you've become an avatar. So what? I don't care."

"Jon, I could kill you." Tim still wraps his arms around Jonny."

"And?" Jonny scoffs. "A lot can kill me. it doesn't mean it will stick."

"What?" Tim blinks.

"I'll explain later." Jonny gets up, grabbing Tim's hand. "We have to find Martin."

"Jo-Jon, wait." Tim can't really stop as he's pulled along.

It wasn't hard to find Sasha next her apartment complex was condemned due to infestation. It also took no effort to break into.

"Tell me again why you know how to pick locks?" Tim sighs.

"Immortal space pirate, Tim please keep up." Jonny smirks as the door opens.

"Just because you survived being dragged through the dark doesn't mean I believe you." Tim pinched his brow as worms splattered Jonny, and soon enough, he exploded in worms, leaving a metal heart on the floor and a half eaten corpse. "Jesus fucking christ."

"Don't you hear.... oh hi Tim." Sasha waves as she makes her way across the room. "Seems you've been busy following a different song."

"I didn't have a choice in the manner." Tim frowns, staring down at Jon. He pauses, and his eyes widen, and he jumps back.

Jonny suddenly sits up as his skin knits back together. He now has ears that flare out like a cow and horns. His teeth are sharp he has claws and a long tail. "Ok, the first time I died like that."

Sasha blinks, and the swarm pulls away from Jon. "I'm sorry my brood ate you, and you exploded. Not that I'm mad, but how?"

"Immortal space pirate." Tim and Jonny say at the same time.

Jonny brushes himself off. "Aw shit my disguise failed. Anyway, do you know where Martin is? I'm pretty sure you guys aren't fired, and I'm in love, and I'm not giving up just because you're weird horror creatures. I've fucked weirder."

"I have so many questions." Sasha pursed her lips. "Let me get dressed, and I'll help you look."

"I also have questions." Tim pauses for a moment. "I love you too."

.......

A woman answered the door at hill top road. "Archivist."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, where's Martin?" Jonny crossed his arms.

"Oh, dear archivist mother has plans for him."

"Ew." Jonny scoffs pushing past the woman. "Martin! I don't care what weird creature you've become. I'm not human, so it will be fine."

A confused response from Martin. "I.... what?"

"Martin!" Jonny runs towards the voice, getting caught in a web. "Fuck."

"Hello Annabelle." Sasha waves at the door she looks almost normal minus the moths fluttering around her.

"Mother doesn't want him dead." Annabelle pauses. "What is he hoping to accomplish?"

"True love." Tim dramatically swoons under his umbrella.

"We also warned him not to just run into here but as you can see." Sasha vaguely motions.

"FUCK!" Martin shouts. "WHAT THE FUCK JON?"

"What you act as if this is the first time I've knawed off a limb to get out of something. See, look, it's already growing back." Jonny motions to his newly reformed arm. "Also spider centaur is pretty hot."

Martin pulls Jonny up and kisses him roughly. "You are the weirdest man I've ever met."

"Technically, not a human man." Jonny snickers.

......

Elias was about to pull his hair out. He had no idea how his new archivist had gotten his assistants back after they turned into avatars. It's actually impressive, but since one of them is now the web, he can no longer spy on his archivist. The hats were new, but he couldn't understand why Jon insisted that it's his new thing. It's the middle of summer. He does not need to wear winter hats.

.......

Nastya had returned to the Aurora too much fanfare, and it only took a day for her to ask where Jonny was. She stared at Tim, who crossed his arms. "So?"

Tim sighs. "After we realized we're yaknow truly immortal. He took it the worst and didn't accept it like the rest of us, and he left. Stole a ship and a bunch of shit, but he's been gone for 100 years. Lyf took his position as lead singer, but we have been looking for him."

"We don't have a way to track him." Brian adds. His metal body has been changing to reflect how he looked before the mechanisms. He was very quiet about it, but it was extremely noticeable. His top hat covered his fox like ears. "We all want him back. We found you by accident looking for him."

Nastya frowns. "He's gone?"

Tim frowns and looks away. "He didn't even take the metal box he keeps under his bed."

"Bullshit." Nastya touches the wall. "Aurora, track the ship Jonny stole. I'm getting my brother back. You're going to apologize." She points to Tim. "He's our captain."

Tim nods. "I fucked up."

.....

"Man, you human holidays are fun." Jonny's tail flicked happily behind him. The Magnus Institute was throwing a massive festival for Halloween. Elias was taking statements he insisted on that. "Didn't have anything like this on my astroid."

Martin followed behind with normal legs but 8 eyes and three pairs of arms. "Well , we will remedy that."

Tim seems to have hair that floated like rising darkness. His eyes were pitch black, and his mouth was full of sharp teeth. He was wearing a shirt. Jonny made him say the better Tim. "Martin, I think he likes it for the amount of sweets he's able to get."

Jonny scoffs. "I like the costumes."

"You're not even dressed up." Sasha raised a brow. "You said that was your normal outfit in space."

"Well, yeah, but it's not normal here, and humans don't have ears teeth or a tail like mine." Jonny huffs.

"Point taken." Martin chuckles. "Oh, looks like Elias got a band to play for the festival."

"It's not a band it's an open mic. A feast of stage fright." Jonny hums. "I'll perform something."

"Spoiling us?" Tim purrs.

"Yes, always." Jonny gasps as Martin picks him up.

"You're a hopeless romantic for someone who has lived as long as you and claims to be just as bitter." Martin smiles.

"Only for you guys." Jonny kisses the right side of Martin's mandible. "We could just skip this and have fun in the bedroom."

"Horndog." Tim chuckles. "How about after we hear you sing song bird?"

"Tim's right." Martin's gaze darkens. "You have to both earn it."

Jonny shudders. "Yes, sir."

Tim nods eagerly.

.......

"Impressive costumes." A cheery soft voice came from a tall, muscular sailor captain.

Lyf blinks. "Um, hello."

"Costume?" TS tilts their head.

"I didn't think Nikola would change for Halloween." A man wrapped around the sailors arm.

"Um, right...." Lyf sighs. "Um, could you help us? We're looking for a man going by Jonathan Sims." He hopes Nastya was right in the fake name Jonny chose.

"You're looking for my archivist?" The man's eyes flash green.

Lyf's eyes flashed rainbow. "I'm sorry. Did you say archivist?"

"Correct. I'm Elias Bouchard. This is a nice Halloween festival for my insistute. Jon is with his partners traversing the festive scene." He gives a sinister smile. "I highly suggest the activities while you look."

"That Sounds Like Jolly Good Fun." TS drags Lyf into the festival grounds.

"W-wait, TS!" Lyf groans he had more questions to ask.

......

Inspector: At the Halloween festival with TS. It's being thrown by the Magnus Institute. TS has prevented me from asking more questions to the head of said institute. However, Jonny might be the head archivist.

Archivist: There is a 100% that's bullshit.

Fire Fire: that's a good joke kid

GP: there's a open mic here to perform.

TS: I Made A New Friend.

There's a picture of TS next to a mannequin who seemed nervous in clown makeup. There appears to be human skin stretched tightly around the plastic body.

TS: This Is Nikola.

Inspector: Tim why the fuck didn't you warn us about earth?

GP: What the fuck are you talking about

GP: TS what the fuck.

Drumbot: I am with Nastya. We have found a meat themed activity. I agree with Lyf. This doesn't seem very human. However my phone will be taken for this so I will talk later.

GP: meat?

GP: Brian?

Doctor: I am going to the mushroom tent! Lyf invitation open to join. I think they will enjoy the fact I am poisonous.

Inspector: Marius we still haven't figured out what you are.

Science officer: Not for a lack of trying. Anyway, I'm going to find that meat tent.

Fire Fire: there's a woman named Jude Perry and she's all about Fire I'm going to find her.

Nastya: They did not let me in with Brian. However, they did give me some sort of meat on a stick. Jonny would love this.

GP: ill play my song. If he's here, he'll come to watch right?

Nastya: I will join you.

.......

Brian stumbled out of the tent. His throat hurt from screaming. He stopped in his tracks and when he looked down at his hands and saw flesh. He blinks and continues to stare. He could feel more so than he did before. He could hear the heart in his chest. He can feel his fox ears twitch under his hat. He could feel his tail. When did he get a tail? He always had one before...

A man bumped into him. "Oh shit sorry man." The man paused, tilting his head. "You ok?"

Brian stared at the man, and it was Jonny. He had glasses on and his normal outfit. "I uh...." He could feel everything, and he was getting overwhelmed. "I think... I." He felt Jonny grab his arm.

"Come on, you look like you're about to pass out." Jonny says softly, leading him to a table where three other people are already sitting down. "Hey, I know promised snacks, but we'll he looks like he's about to panic." He sits the man down who stares down at his hands.

Brian blinks as a bottle of water is put in his hands. He can't eat or drink. Why was this... he unscrewed the cap and drained the contents. Something wet dripped down his cheeks. A soft warm had patted his back, and Jonny sat to his left.

"Hey, are you ok?" A soft voice came from Brian's right. A man with eight eyes and a spider mandible gives a soft smile. He hands over half of a sandwich. "I know the tents can be much for anyone."

"Because avatars run them." The man with shadow like hair sighs. He hands Brian a few tissues. "It's impossible to stop others from being dragged inside."

Brian nibbled on the sandwich. It's been millions of years since he ate anything since he could taste. He couldn't even feel the metal in him, but he knew it was still there. It was changed and he couldn't understand, but this was the best meal he had ever had.

"So what's your costume? It seems very realistic." Jonny smiles.

Brian swallows and wipes his face. It was still so overwhelming, but he could handle it. He pulls off his hat to reveal two fluffy fox ears.

"Oh, let me guess! A foxy magician!" The woman chuckles as moths flutter around her.

"No, he's obviously an animal tamer turned animal." The man nudged her and they both giggle.

"He could just be a furry." Jonny wiggles his brows and the table erupts into laughter.

Brian can't help but laugh along.

"Wait, I have one he's a musician." The spider man smiles.

Brian giggles and nods. "Correct!"

"I'm an ex musician." Jonny smirks.

"No, you're not. You take every chance to perform." The man throws a crumple piece of paper at him.

"Ok, fine, I'm a part-time musician and full-time archivist." Jonny smiles. "Ah, right, let me introduce everyone. The man in the better Tim shirt is Tim, the lovely lady with the various moths is Sasha, and the spider guy is Martin. I'm Jon, the archivist of this insistute, currently dating the two handsome gentlemen, and fucking Sasha because she's happily aromantic."

Sasha salutes.

Martin waves, and Brian notices he has three pairs of arms.

Tim throws finger guns. "You're free to join us. Jon's got a sweet tooth, and double boss man got some American sweets for a few booths."

Jonny nods and gets up. "He's an honorary assistant for the day then."

"You probably shouldn't say that, Elias might actually hire him." Martin chuckles.

"To be fair, he hired you." Sasha winks getting up.

Martin chuckles, holding one hand out to Brian. "Come on, we'll help you navigate this place."

Brian realizes Jonny doesn't recognize him. Which makes sense if he wasn't metal anymore. He also left before his body started to change to reflect what he looked like before mechanisms. He sighs and nods. Might as well see what has happened to Jonny.

"I'll lead the way!" Jonny hops up.

"Eye eye boss man." Tim chuckles.

Jonny rolls his eyes. "We are literally together. Don't call me that."

"Fine, sorry, cowboy." Tim smirks as Jonny blushes.

"... go back to boss man." Jonny says with a deep blush on his features.

.......

Drumbot has changed his name to Brian

Brian sent a photo

It's a picture of Jonny between two men looking happy. Both men are kissing either cheek, and he has a sign that says little cowboy and his partners.

Brian: Jonny doesn't recognize me, but I also don't recognize me.

GP: I'm sorry, but Jonny got hitched!

Nastya: He's wearing wedding bands? Isn't that a human custom?

GP: Brian, what switch are you on

Brian: None

Archivist: impossible

Brian sends another picture

It seems to be a selfie. He has grayish goldish skin, soft, long hair, and big fox ears. He doesn't appear to be made of metal anymore.

Brian: The meat tent was actually a guise for a Flesh god.

GP: this literally can't be earth

Doctor: I think I accidently poisoned the nice mushroom man.

Lyf: I need to bleach my eyes.

Fire Fire: I think I believe Brian becoming flesh again over Jonny getting hitched

Archivist: this is all highly unlikely scenarios

Science officer: I am grabbing you Brian.

TS: My New Friend Stole My Arm Then Screamed When It Reattached

Lyf: I'll get TS from causing a panic.

Doctor: Wait let me come with you my love.

Lyf: not until you bathe in a bath of bleach

Doctor: only for you.

GP: I'm going to rip my eyes out.

........

"Brian!" A woman swoops down mechanical wings spread out as she grabs Brian's shoulder. "It even feels like flesh."

"Ah." Martin pauses. "So, is this a former crew member?"

"Yup." Jonny hums and sips on his bright orange drink.

"So how many are there, like 9?" Tim raised a brow.

"Well, Nastya left, but Lyf joined, and Aurora can be considered a mech as well." Jonny shrugs.

"Isn't Brian supposed to be metal?" Sasha nudges Jonny.

"You know that explains what he looks so familair and yeah he is supposed to be metal." Jonny shrugs again, watching Raphaella poke and prode Brian.

"No wonder why he had a panic attack." Tim hums. "I probably would too if I went from metal to flesh."

"Jonny...?" A Russian accent caught Jonny's attention.

"Nastya?" Jonny smiles. "It's been a while and it's nice to see you."

"What happened to you?" Nastya stops right in front of Jonny.

"Therapy mostly, got hitched, and git a degree, became archivist, and just enjoying life with weird horror gods. What's up with you? It's pretty fucked up that you broke up with Aurora because she changed physically but not mentally."

Nastya blinks and opens her mouth, but Jonny cuts her off.

"Yaknow, I spent decades helping her through the breakup and losing my sister." Jonny sips his drink obnoxiously. "Eh, I'm mostly over it, Marius was right. Therapy does help. Anyway, congrats on rejoining the mechs or whatever you're doing."

Raphealla and Brian have both stopped and stared at Jonny.

Brian takes a breath. "I think my ears are malfunctioning."

"No, I heard that too." Raphaella blinks.

Nastya stared stunned at Jonny.

"Have a fun time and stay away from the tents, you'll get pretty fucked up in you go into them, and not in the fun way." Jonny gets scooped up by Martin.

"I think that was very emotionally grown of you." Martin smiles.

"Does this mean the other Tim is here? Oh fuck yeah I'm going to fuck with him." Tim runs off and jumps into a shadow.

"Follow him!" Jonny climbs to Martin's shoulders. "This is going to fucking confuse Elias to no end."

Martin chuckles. "With pleasure."

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##polin socmed au Paris🇫🇷

It amazed Colin. Being able to watch Penelope so carefree roaming the streets of Paris. She seemed in her natural element, a glass of red wine in her hand and surrounded by the books in the yard sale she was carefully perusing.  She raised her head from the books and looked at him beaming, she probably had managed to translate a word she didn't know in French. Perhaps based on context, maybe not even that. Penelope seemed to be made of words. So attuned to them and always diligent and tender with the syllables, carefully wrapping her lips through the sounds. Even right now as she stumbles her way through French talking to the guy at the yard sale. He gets close to them. Penelope seems to be bargaining in broken French. A small smile forms on the man's lips at the girl trying to get this already discounted book for even less. Colin does not fault him, truly, she is scrunching her nose at the clear negative response to her bargaining attempts, how could you not smile?

“Come on, Pen. We have dinner reservations” he looked at her disappointed frown forming as he spoke. She glanced at the books in front of the yard sale men and then back at him again.

“Colin, I almost got him” Her whisper was accompanied by a look of determination on her face, the thing is that Colin had witnessed the whole interaction and she most likely did not almost have him.

Colin chuckled, “Ok, you most definitely are not gonna convince this French man to sell you ten books for 10 euros”

“Yes, I am” She raised her voice slightly but you could still hear the amusement in it. She was just playing. Colin could not help but smile big and bark a laugh.

“Ok, this is what we are going to do. I’m going to be the most amazing friend of all time and pay for your books”

“Absolutely not” She scrambled towards him.  He, however, couldn't stop his grin from turning smug as he reached into the front pocket of his jeans for his wallet. “Come on, Pen. I am but a third son. However, I think I can manage 20 euros” It was impossible not to look at her fondly as she rolled her eyes at him, the hard lines of her frown disappearing into her soft features and a slight twitch in the corner of her mouth threatening a smile.

The man at the yard sale’s face softened looking at them as they paid. Colin didn't think he was used to scamming tourists but It’s not every day that a tiny blonde heckled you into trying to get a half-price discount. Colin turned to Pen, she was sheepishly looking at her phone trying not to seem overly excited by the stack of books currently being put away in a rather big fabric bag. When he finally caught her eye he was met with a beaming smile illuminating her face.

The restaurant was small. It seemed rustic in an explicit French way. The lighting was dim and the walls were covered in mirrors. Colin was positive that the black metal bistro chairs would leave the wicker weaving marks in the back of Penelope’s thighs, the short black dress she wore ensured him of it. It rode softly up her legs when she sat.

He looked at her profile through the mirror-covered walls. The curve of her nose absorbed him, her pale skin littered with freckles, and the subtle redness where her nostril met her cheek peaking through worn out separating makeup. He seemed to be in a trance

“You didn't have to do it, really” Her smile was soft and kind as she spoke. Her eyes, crystalline blue, seemed to glow darker in this restaurant's light. It made him wonder how many different ways there were to see her and in how many ways he hadn't been able to do so.

“Hey, don't thank me. Thank Eloise. She was the one that thrust you into this trip under the pretense of you being off”  A look of defeat washed over her face accompanied by a tired sight.

“I fucking hate that. You guys don't have to care of me. You know that, right?”  And he knew that. He just wanted to.

“Eloise just cares about you”

“And I know that. It’s just…” She exhaled trying to form the words in her head. She was looking down, her hands playing with the cloth napkin. “I was off this summer. Truly off.” She suddenly searched for his gaze. It drew a sharp breath out of him. “I told you. It wasn't just that I stopped talking to you. It was everything. The substack… It blew up. And the essay that went viral was about my mother.” A small sad laugh came out of her at the mention of her mother. “And then I got a book deal because of my substack and I guess now  I can't say my mother never got me where I am.” She laughed at this. It started small and rather sarcastic but quickly grew. Placing a delicate hand over her mouth it began a full-body laugh that Colin could not help but mirror. It was probably born out of desperation. He knew her mom. He knew how Penelope felt about her. They loved each other. Colin knew that but couldn't fully describe their love. He was used to unconditional love. A reliable love unafraid to be shown no matter the circumstances. But Colin saw how Pen was raised. Portia seemed colder. He didn't notice it at first. As a young boy, his mom seemed smothering and overbearing but he did notice the small light in Pen’s eyes when his mother hugged her tight at a function, Portia far away from her. And that was it. Portia was distant. She kept Prudence and Philippa closer, maybe they were easier to manage, or maybe she believed they needed more help. Penelope had always been far too witty for her years. That's what drew Eloise to her. Hell! That's what drew him in. And she had them, “The Bridgertons”. Portia never seemed to understand her youngest daughter's relationship with his family. Portia never saw her. Portia never saw 16 year-old Penelope obliterate Anthony at trivia the first time Eloise dared to invite her to game night two years after meeting the girl. At first, she seemed scared, Anthony was 25 and the sorest loser you could possibly meet. But then his whole family rallied behind her in favor of defeating the big bad, Benedict even whispering some of the answers to art questions she seemingly didn't know. The cheeky smile that appeared on her face as she was biting down a nothing but smug grin made the Bridgertons understand Eloise’s fondness.

Their laugh quieted down. “Anyways, everything with writing became too overwhelming. Which is not the best when suddenly you are gifted with magazine articles and a huge book deal.” He knew she didn't take those opportunities lightly. How could he not know when she was pouring her heart out in a classic but dingy restaurant in Paris. It just felt weird. He looked at her again. The waiter was taking too long. They probably saw them enraptured in conversation. Colin could use some wine.

“S'il vous plaît” His hand shot up catching the attention of a waiter who quickly approached them taking their order.

“Colin, are you okay? Perhaps it was too much”

“No” he quickly interrupted her. He wouldn't let her spiral. But he didn't know what to say. Something felt entirely different. He looked at himself in one of the mirrors. Had he always looked at her with such fondness? He couldn't bring himself to look at her, his eyes now fixed on the entirely too expensive red wine they just ordered. “It's different here, Is it not?” Their eyes met. She nodded a sense of understanding deep in her baby blues. “Here, almost everything feels like it's melting like fondue if you think about it.” She chuckled biting her lip and trying to stop the laugh. It wasn't that funny of a comment. But he didn't have it in him to be serious, entirely too afraid of what would happen if he was.

“I get it” She always did. It's like Eloise said, they always understood each other better than anyone. In all honesty, he knew Eloise came to hate the mischievous look they would give each other as she spoke. The quiet laughs they intimately shared on the table at dinner when someone would make the mistake of letting them sit together at dinner. Colin also knew he wasn't Penelope’s dearest friend, that would be his sister of course, but he didn't know when Penelope became his center. He came home to London with this trip far away in his mind. He came home from London lost. He felt lost without a single email from Penelope, without being able to come from the airport and drop by her flat unannounced cause of course he missed her even with the constant back and forth; texts, emails, facetimes, calls.

He held her gaze unable to answer her. He didn't think she got it. She looked at him blue eyes nervous, restless given his silence. Her hand moved slightly on the table knocking over her wine glass.

“Oh my god” She moved away from the liquid spilling. Colin quickly got to her side of the table carefully trying to wipe the liquid with one of the white cloth napkins. He looked at her and their eyes met. Faces barely inches apart. Something was dizzying about her shallow breaths, about the rise and fall of her chest constricted by the neckline of her dress. Her plush lips were rosy, they still held some remnant of her lipstick worn out from the day but the center seemed a tad redish perhaps from the wine. They looked kissed. Colin didn't know how to feel about this.

“Oh, please sir, let me” A waiter had made his way over here and was trying to clean the spilled wine.

When he left Penelope laughed, this time completely carefree throwing her head back. Colin realized he couldn't help but smile, genuinely smile, at this. God, he loved seeing her like this.

“I'm a fucking mess”

“Yeah, but until this trip is over you’re my fucking mess”

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Tension/ 2

Pairing- Jongho x Named Reader

Word count- 6.8k

Includes- Little bit of angst, brief dom Jongho, dirty talk, rough blow job, deep throating, pussy eating, face riding, cum eating, cock riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Two weeks later

J POV

"What?", I gape at him

"It's not working out with us so I think it's best that we end things", Hongjoong repeats

"How is it not working? We're together all the time and-"

"And I'm not who you want"

I stare at him in shock

How the hell does he think he knows what I want?

"Excuse me?", I shriek

He sighs, "C'mon Jo, don't pretend. I know who you want. Who you love"

"Oh yeah? Well maybe you can clue me in because I have no idea what you're talking about"

He sighs dramatically again, "Jongho. You love Jongho"

"Are you insane?", I shout in shock

He has to be insane

I do not love Jongho

I mean yeah I haven't been able to stop thinking about him but that's because we fucked

Because Hongjoong insisted on it

"Jo stop denying it ok? I knew you loved him even before you two slept together"

"Well this is news to me", I growl

"Of course it is. You weren't paying attention to your own feelings"

"Hongjoong-"

"No just listen ok", he insists, "When we got together, I felt the tension between you and him. Tension that was never there before. I saw the looks he gave you, ones he didn't even know he was giving you. And ones you reciprocated but didn't realize that you were giving"

"What looks?"

"Longing looks. Like you both just wanted to be near each other. Like you wanted each other"

"I did n-"

"Yes you did. God, both of you are so similar it's insane. I bet he would be fighting me just as hard as you are if I told him this"

Because it's ridiculous

It is...

"And ever since you two slept together, you've been distant and in your own head. I know you're thinking about him"

Fuck

I knew he'd notice something was off

I don't want to hurt Hongjoong, he's been an amazing boyfriend

"Joong-"

"It's ok Jo. Like I said, I knew you two were in love"

I scoff, "No"

Now he glares at me, "Fine. Then you wouldn't mind if I introduced Jongho to a girl on idol radio who has a massive crush on him"

I swallow hard

What girl?

Someone has a crush on Jongho?

"There's someone who likes him?", I ask

He nods, "Yeah. She keeps asking me to introduce her and him and I keep putting it off. Because I thought you loved him. But if not then I'll bring him next time I go to idol radio and get him a date with her"

I feel a panicky feeling inside me but I don't know why

Jongho has gone on dates before and it's never bothered me

So why am I feeling like this now?

"Yeah sure. If he wants to date her, I'll support him", I get out

"Oh bullshit!", Hongjoong exclaims, "You don't even know how much you're giving away. Your face paled and dropped the second I mentioned the girl. You started fiddling with your fingers when I said I'd get him a date. Your whole demeanor changed. Just stop fighting it and feel it"

"I...I can't", I whisper

"Why not?"

"Because he's my best friend! What...what if it doesn't work? What if we get together and break up? Then I not only lose my boyfriend but my best friend. The one person I can tell anything to. He'll be gone and I can't handle that"

I need Jongho

He's my rock, I can't imagine life without him

Hongjoong gets up from his spot on his couch and comes to me, hugging me

"It's ok Jo. He loves you too. I know you're scared but you're only thinking of the bad. What about the good? You get to be with your best friend. The one who knows you through and through. And honestly I can't see you two breaking up. Getting married and having babies yeah but not break up"

I laugh a little at that before the crippling fear comes back

"I can't lose him Joong"

"You won't", he assures me, "That man is so in love he doesn't even realize how much. He'll never hurt you. You'll be his princess and he will protect you, do anything for you. You literally have nothing to lose and everything to gain"

I know Hongjoong is right about this part at least

Jongho won't hurt me

He's always protected me and I know he'll continue to do it

It's just so much change and change is scary

"Jo, do you love him?"

I take a breath and nod, allowing the feelings to come to the surface, "Yeah. I love him"

"Then go get that idiot"

We burst out laughing

"I mean it. He's at the dorm. You should just go talk to him. Although I think you should talk to him at your apartment in case Wooyoung decides to be a pain in the ass"

Hongjoong is right

I should talk to Jongho

I can't make Hongjoong stay with me and it's not fair to him to be with him when Jongho is who I want

It's just so weird that my boyfriend is helping me get my next boyfriend

And come to think of it-

"That night, you-"

"Planned it, yeah", he smirks

"You sneak!", I exclaim

"Oh please", he snorts, "I knew you two loved each other. The guys knew. We were all getting tired of the tension and the longing looks. And I knew the two of you would never realize your feelings for each other if you weren't together. So I arranged for your little time together, hoping you'd see it's him you want. I didn't think it'd take this long and me having to dump you to admit it"

"Well your plan worked on my side anyway", I mumble, "You didn't stay to watch any of it like you said you would?"

He shakes his head, "I actually had work to do here and just like I knew it would happen, the second you guys kissed, you were all over each other and in your own world. I left pretty much while you two were still dressed"

Oh my god, so embarrassing

But I know what Hongjoong means

When I kissed Jongho, I don't know, I just fell into him and there was nothing but him

And I can't help but wonder if Hongjoong is hurt over any of this

He knew his girlfriend loved someone else

Didn't that bother him?

"Joongie, I'm sorry-"

"Oh no you don't", he interrupts, "You're not apologizing for anything. I'm fine"

"But if it bothered you-"

"No", he assures me, "Look Jo, I liked you ok. It's why I asked you out. But when I realized how you and Jongho really felt for each other, I immediately wanted you to be with the person you loved. We aren't in love, it hasn't progressed anywhere near that and I would never keep two people who are obviously made for each other apart"

Made for each other?

He has a lot of faith that he's right which is kinda comforting

"Besides, I like playing matchmaker. And it was so fun making it awkward and embarrassing the shit out of the two of you"

I glare at him, "Glad you got a kick out of it"

"Oh I did"

Yeah great

It was embarrassing to look at my best friend and realize I wanted to fuck him

That I wanted his mouth on me, I wanted to suck his dick, I wanted his cock inside me

I wanted his lips against mine

Fucking embarrassing

And then the guilt of not only fucking him but spending all night in his arms and loving every second

The feeling of being so safe and secure haunts me and all I want is to have his arms around me again

I felt like such a terrible girlfriend but at least I didn't hurt Hongjoong

"Stop stalling and call him", Hongjoong demands, breaking me out of my thoughts

"I'm not-"

"You are. Just do it. You won't regret it", he assures me, "I have work to do so scram and spend time with your boyfriend"

Odd statement considering I came to his studio to spend time with him

"Yeah ok", I relent, standing up, "Thanks Joongie"

"You're welcome", he smiles

With that I leave his studio, texting Jongho to come to my apartment to hang out and talk

---------------------------

"So what do you have to talk to me about?", Jongho asks

He came into my living room less than two minutes ago, plopped on the couch and apparently wants to talk right this second

He looks tense, his hands clasped and squeezing together in front of him

And even looking like that, I'm so attracted to him

Especially in his black T-shirt, his leather jacket, jeans and his purple hair framing his face

He's so hot

But what's more, I feel the love for him and I'm amazed that I was so stupid and blind to it

Here goes nothing

"Uh Hongjoong and I broke up", I say

His eyes widen, "What? Why? Did he hurt you? I'll kill him"

"No he didn't hurt me", I start

"I told him not to fuck with you. I told him he needed to be serious if he wanted to ask you out, be sure it's what he wanted. I told him not to play with your feelings. He's dead", he growls, a scowl on his face

Wow ok, so not the reaction I was expecting

He's really pissed off

Jongho rarely gets angry

I've seen him annoyed, sarcastic but only a handful of times have I seen him actually angry

"Why did he break up with you?", he demands

"Jongho, relax ok? I'm fine. He's fine. It's actually a good thing"

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead, "How is a break up a good thing?"

"Well, the reason he did it is the good thing"

"Ok", he answers, "So what is the reason. You still didn't answer me that"

Yeah cuz he immediately got angry and threatened to kill Hongjoong

"He broke up with me because....because....", I trail off

This is harder than I thought

Saying this out loud, to him will change everything

I'm risking so much and it could blow up in my face

"Because why Jo?", he prompts

"Because...of my feelings", I say quietly, "for...you"

His mouth drops, whispering, "What?"

I just want to get this over with

"Hongjoong knows uh...I'm in love with you and he let me go so I could be with you", I say, my face so red, "If that's uh...what you want"

He doesn't say anything, just staring at me in surprise

I look away from him, my face heating up even more

He's not responding

Maybe Hongjoong was wrong and he doesn't feel like that for me

Or maybe he just doesn't want to be with me

It could of just been sex

Really good sex

Or maybe-

His hand gently turns my face to his, his soft lips against mine in a kiss full of love

I melt into him, his arms around me, moving mine around his neck, holding on as we kiss each other

The same feeling of everything falling away until there's just Jongho enveloping me is back

The feeling that everything is ok, that I'm safe, protected as long as I'm with him

My head spins, butterflies going crazy in my stomach, my world tilting as his soft lips, his tongue continue to press against mine

"I love you", he whispers, after the kiss ends, his brown eyes gazing into mine, "Fuck, I love you so much it's fucking ridiculous"

I smile at him, happiness filling me

"I don't know...how I didn't see it until we...how I could be that dumb...but fuck I can't stop thinking about you. Can't stop wanting you. Can't stop loving you"

"Don't stop Jonghie. I won't stop loving you either", I promise

He nods, "Yeah jagi. I won't stop. I promise"

"I love you Jongho"

"Fuck baby, I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that", he smiles, "I love you"

Pulling him to me, his lips meet mine, kissing me passionately as fireworks go off in my vision

Yeah, it's him

I never felt this way from a kiss and the first time I kissed him, I was too dumb to realize it was because of him

I thought I was just horny but no

It's because of him

His arms wrap around me, pulling me into his lap and I go willingly, straddling him

Putting my hands against his chest, I slide them up, feeling his hard muscles under his shirt as his tongue plays with mine

My hands keep going, moving around his neck, fingers playing with the back of his purple hair

Moving my kisses to his jaw, I kiss along it, pulling his head back

He moans so prettily as my lips hit his neck, pressing kiss after kiss

I get to the beauty mark on his neck and I lavish kisses there because it's one of my favorite spots on him

As I kiss his neck, I pull his shirt up, moving from his neck for the millisecond it takes to get his shirt off then I'm immediately back to kissing him

"Fuck jagi", he whimpers, "You're kisses feel so fucking good"

I'm glad

He feels so good and I'm glad I can make him feel good

As I kiss his chest, I undo his belt, getting his jeans open

His big hands move to my pants, pulling them and my underwear down as far as it can go

Moving off him, I pull my bottom clothes off, then tug on his

He lifts himself so I can pull his pants and boxers down

He kicks his sneakers and bottom clothes off, then I push him back against the back of the couch, kissing his hard abs

I don't care about abs and honestly I don't care if he keeps them or not

But since he has them, I'm gonna show them some love because yeah, it's hot

I lick his muscles before kissing, leaving a sloppy mess on him

"Baby", he groans, his hands tugging on my shirt, pulling it up

He takes my shirt off, my bra following and I continue my kisses, making my way down his body

I kiss his thick thighs, then press more kisses to his thick cock, his moans so pretty as his hand moves in my hair, holding on

I don't fucking know what it is but fuck I want his cock in my mouth all the goddamn time

Over these last few weeks I have fantasized about fucking him again but the majority of fantasies have been of sucking his cock

I've given blow jobs before but I've never loved doing it, not like I loved doing it to him

I drag my tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, loving the way his skin feels, loving how hard he feels under my tongue

He whimpers as I lick him, over and over

"Baby", he whines

"Mm baby", I murmur, swirling my tongue around his fat head, "You're gonna have to get used to blow jobs baby. I'm gonna fucking suck your cock every fucking day"

"Fuck jagi", he breathes, his thighs trembling as my tongue rolls over his slit, tasting the cum pooling there

So good

"Your cock is so good for sucking Jonghie", I tell him, sucking on his head once, "And I don't know what it is but I want your cock in my mouth. Like all the time. I thought about it so much since the first time I blew you"

"Fuck baby", he moans, "I can't get the image of you on your knees, sucking my dick out of my head"

I smirk at him, "Good baby. So you're gonna let me suck your cock everyday then?"

He nods rapidly, "Yeah but..."

"But what baby?", I ask, sucking on him again

"Can I eat your pussy everyday too?"

I stop, looking up at him in surprise

"Uh what?"

His cheeks turn pink as he says, "Well...uh....I...I loved eating your cunt way too much and I wanted my face in between your legs ever since that day. So if you blow me every day, can I eat you out everyday?"

I'm honestly shocked that he liked it that much

But who am I to say no when he's saying yes to me

"Yeah baby. You can"

He actually smiles, nodding, "Ok"

I'm speechless but luckily I don't have to talk while bobbing on his cock

Taking half of him right off the bat, I suck hard around his length, jerking him off at the same time, his moans so pretty

Just the feel of his thickness stretching out my mouth is turning me on so much as well as how fucking stiff he is

It's so easy to suck his cock, like he's a massive lollipop

Sliding up to his head, I swirl my tongue around it, sucking now and again, my hand not stopping it's movements

I look up, watching him watch me, so much pleasure in his gorgeous face

It hits me so hard that this beautiful, amazing man is mine and he loves me as much as I love him

He bites his lip, his fingers softly moving into my hair as I lick his slit, tasting his cum

Yummy

Taking him in my mouth again, slowly slide all the way down his length, holding eye contact as I bottom him out, his cock in my throat

My eyes fill with tears, his huge cock filling my mouth entirely, his shaft so fucking hard

Fuck, I love it

Swallowing on his cock makes him moan loudly, then I start bobbing my head up and down his long length

The drag of his cock pulling out from my throat sends shivers up my spine, the feeling so good

I take him back in hard, his cock barreling into my throat, making me choke, spit everywhere

"Oh fuck", he groans at my choking

I slide up and down his cock hard and fast, loving the feeling of choking around him

I don't know what it is, if it's a breath play thing but I love choking on dick

I did with Hongjoong too and I especially love it with Jongho

Moving down his shaft, I stay on him, gagging and choking, tears and spit all over the place

"Oh my god baby", he cries, "So good baby. Fuck. How are you so good at blowing jobs?"

Because I fucking love sucking his dick

I can't answer as I'm too busy blowing him, sucking on his big cock as he's buried in my mouth

His cock throbs hard and I'm so excited to taste his cum

"Jjj..jagi", he moans, pulling my head back, sliding me almost off his cock

"Nnnn", I moan, trying to stay on him, still sucking on him

"Baby sss...stop. I'm..I'm..", he whimpers, pulling me off

"No baby", I whine, "No, want your cock"

"I don't...I don't know if I can get hard again", he breathes

"I don't care!", I tell him, his eyes widening in surprise, "Please baby, I wanna taste your cum so badly. Please. You stopped me last time, don't stop me again"

His breath hitches, "You ..you want-"

"You to cum down my throat", I whine, "Fuck Jonghie, I want you fuck my throat. Hold me down on your coming cock, force me to swallow all your cum"

"I...I ..", he mumbles

"I wanna be your cum slut but I can't if you don't cum in my mouth"

I know it's weird for me to beg for his cum but I want it and if begging gets me what I want, I'll do it

"Please baby. Use my mouth to cum in"

Fire flashes in his eyes, lust all over his face

"Open your fucking mouth", he growls

God, his voices makes me so fucking wet

I eagerly open my mouth and his hand in my hair grips harder, shoving my face down

His other hand guides his cock in my mouth, then he slams my head down, his cock barreling in my throat

Tears spring to my eyes but I fucking love it

His other hands go in my hair as well, pulling me up his cock then shoving me down again

And again and again

And I'm in fucking heaven

"Fuck, this mouth is amazing", he grunts as he moves me along his length, "Tight tiny throat that I can fuck open. Just like your tight pussy"

He slides my head halfway up his cock and holds me there, his hips thrusting up, fucking into my throat at the speed of light

"Mmm", I whine, choking on his cock from how hard he's bottoming out

"Look at you, choking on my cock and loving it like a huge fucking slut", he growls, "My slut"

I like that

His slut

"Look at me", he demands and I do through watery eyes, his movements stopping, "You my slut?"

I nod, moaning so loudly

"Good girl", he grunts, resuming his pleasurable assault on my throat

He fucks so hard and fast and I can't wait for him to fuck my pussy like this

Just destroy me on his cock

In every way possible

My jaw aches deliciously, spit flying everywhere, so many tears in my eyes I can't open them

My head is full of cotton, blissfully empty as he uses me like a fuck toy

His cock throbs so fucking hard as he groans, "I'm gonna cum"

He slams up, making me choke as he holds me on his shaft, pumping cum down my throat

"Swallow now", he commands, his body shaking under me

I swallow hard around him, his moans of pleasure so pretty

"Good girl. Keep swallowing", he praises, "This is what you wanted. My cum in your mouth. Don't let any go to waste"

I don't, swallowing and choking over and over as he holds me on his cock, loving the way he tastes

So fucking good

He cums so much and it's so thick going down my throat

I fucking love it and I don't care if anyone thinks I'm a whore

I'll gladly be a whore for my boyfriend

When he finishes, he lets me go and I pull off him, sitting back on my legs as I breath in, swallow more and wipe my eyes

I'm a fucking mess

It's great

"Jagi are you ok?", he asks worriedly, "I...I didn't mean to go that hard. I...I just lost control"

"That's...that's what I wanted", I rasp, then cough, clearing my throat

"Baby", he says softly, his arms around me, pulling me into his lap, "I'm-"

"Do not apologize", I cut him off

"But-"

"No", I say firmly even with my voice cracking, cupping his face, his eyes on mine, "This was what I wanted. I wanted you to be rough. I wanted you to lose control. I wanted you to cum hard and make me swallow all of it"

"You...you did?"

I nod, my cheeks blushing, "Baby, I like when you manhandle me, when you take over and make me your whore. What just happened....I loved it. It turned me on so much"

"Yeah", he asks shyly

I take his hand and move it to my pussy so he can feel it

His eyes widen, looking down, "You're fucking soaked baby. It's all over your legs. You...you got this wet from sucking my cock?"

I nod, "You make me this wet Jonghie. I've never been this wet before. And it only happens with you"

"With me?", he repeats, surprised

"Yeah baby. Last time too"

"Fuck jagi", he murmurs, "I just...I don't want to hurt you"

"You won't", I assure him, "I trust you"

I do, completely

I know he would never hurt me, especially on purpose and I know if anything does hurt, he'll stop right away

"I trust you too Jo", he says, his eyes flitting to mine

I smile, running my fingers on his face, the love for him burning bright

He's my everything

He pulls me closer, his mouth slotted against mine, tongue playing with mine, kissing me silly

He stands, picking me up, carrying me to my room

Once inside, he gets to my bed, sitting on it, keeping me in his lap, his hands slowly moving up my back, tangling in my hair

I move my own fingers in his hair, pushing it off his forehead as we kiss

He pulls my hair slightly, tilting my head back, his mouth pressing kisses all over my neck

"Mmm Jonghie", I moan, his kisses so fucking good

His lips travel down, one hand moving around my boob, lifting it, his mouth around my nipple, sucking softly

"Jongho", I moan, my pussy getting even wetter at the pleasure

I tug his hair softly as he sucks, gently running my hair through it, scratching his head lightly

"Mmm", he moans, switching to my other nipple, his tongue licking between sucks, shivers running up my spine

Her pulls away after a few minutes, his eyes on me as he lays down

His hands grip my hips, lifting me up easily, his strength such a turn on

He puts me over his face, his head lifting as his tongue licks up my pussy slowly

"Ffffuuucccckkk", I groan, pleasure running through me

His hands move to my ass, gripping hard, his tongue moving faster, ravaging my pussy

"Jongho", I moan, "Fuck baby"

"Mmm", he groans, "So fucking good baby"

His tongue slides along my slit, down to my hole, licking around it, driving me crazy in anticipation

He finally dips his tongue in my pussy and I moan loudly, my body shaking, pussy clenching his tongue hard

He groans in my pussy, pulling his tongue out and pushing back in

"Jongho", I cry, one of my hands against the wall, the other burying in his hair, holding on tightly

His tongue speeds up, fucking into me, making me so fucking wet

I can't stop moaning, getting so turned on seeing him between my legs, his eyes closed as his tongue moves, moaning into my pussy

He slides out of my hole, licking up my cunt, flicking my clit

"Oh fuck", I cry, my legs shaking around his head

He uses the tip of his tongue to lick my clit over and over, his hands slowly trailing up my body, fire hitting every single cell from his touch

I move my hips, rocking on his mouth, his tongue against my clit unrelentingly

His fucking mouth, his tongue, is so fucking amazing

His hands move around my boobs, squeezing gently, his fingers pinching my nipples at the same moment his mouth wraps around my clit, sucking hard

Pleasure explodes in my body, my hips moving faster on their own, grinding against his face

"Jonghie", I moan, his mouth going hard, the slurping sounds he's making so fucking pornographic

Every slurp on my clit brings me closer and closer, my legs shaking as I watch him, so content between my legs

His thumbs rub against my nipples just as he sucks fast and hard, throwing me into an intense orgasm

"Jongho!", I cry, massive pleasure assaulting my body as I ride his face and pulling his hair hard

His hands slide down to my hips helping me move along his mouth as his tongue moves to my hole, licking again and again as he moans loudly

When I finish, he gives me a long lick, then a kiss to my pussy, murmuring, "So fucking good. Definitely gonna eat this pussy everyday"

There is absolutely no issue with that

When he lets go of my hips, I slide down his body, sitting on in his stomach

His face is so messy and wet, making me blush at the mess I made on him

He just smirks, wiping his mouth with his arm, his hands setting back on my hips

He's so fucking beautiful it's stupid and I lean over him, kissing his pretty soft lips

He eagerly kisses me back, his hands moving to cup my face as his tongue slides in my mouth, touching mine and sending sparks of electricity down my spine

As we kiss, I shift on him until I'm straddling his lap, his hard cock resting against my thigh

Reaching behind me, I align him to my entrance and sink down on his head, making both of us moan

I try to push down on him, but he only goes in just a little

I remember it took a little time to get him in the first time we fucked

But I will get him in

One of his hands slides between us, his fingers playing with my clit, bliss filling my body again

Leaning my forehead against his, I push down again, his cock going in so slowly, each inch I take making me wetter

"C'mon baby", he murmurs, his other hand trailing up and down my back, making me shiver, "You can do it. Open that little pussy for me"

I groan loudly, his voice turning me on more

He slips in more, the drag of his cock burning a little but it mixes with the pleasure, the sensation making me dizzy

His fingers rub my clit faster as he urges me to take him, "Please jagi, let me in. Fuck, I've been dying to be back inside your tight, warm, soaking pussy. Think about you clenching around me, sliding on my cock all the fucking time"

Well I'm glad I'm not the only one who was having sex fantasies

I keep slipping down his massive cock, wanting all of him inside me

Wanting to feel full of him again

"Mmm yeah baby", he moans, as I continue to get him in, "Impale that little cunt on my cock. Fuck, wanna fuck you wide open baby. Wreck this pussy, this body on my cock"

"Jonghie", I whimper, "Want that so much"

His eyes look up to mine, desire burning in them, "Then sit on my whole cock baby. Now"

With a moan, I shove myself down that last bit of him, bottoming him out, my thighs smacking against his

"Yes, oh fuck", he cries, pleasure all over his face, "Fuck such a tiny tight cunt. Fuck yes jagi, clench my cock. Fuck"

I am indeed clenching around him, my pussy doing it on its own

"God, you're cunt sucks my cock almost as good as your mouth", he groans, both hands back on my hips, digging into my skin, "Fuck, ride me jagi. Please"

I nod, giving him a soft kiss then I sit up, lean on his abs and slide along his dick

The feel of his cock sliding inside me sends shivers up my spine, soft moans coming from my mouth

When I get to his head, I clench hard around him, making him gasp, then shove myself down his length, bottoming him out in one shot

His head slams into my spot, making me scream, squeezing his cock so tightly and he moans loudly

I bounce on his cock, each time I take him in, spreading my hole wide, stretching me around him, feeling my pussy completely drenched him

I lean back on his leg, my other hand wrapping around his wrist of his hand attached to my hip, spreading my legs wider to make it easier to ride him

"Oh fuck", he groans, his eyes on my pussy swallowing his cock, "So much...soaked...big mess...so pretty"

I smirk as I slam down on his perfect cock over and over

I know I'm creaming him so much, I can feel it all over my legs, can hear the wet sound of his cock moving inside me

"Like that huh baby?", I murmur, "Like how my pussy decorates your cock with all my cream?"

He nods, panting as his eyes continue to watch

I know I have a creamy cunt

Hongjoong commented on it all the time, saying how much he loved it

And Jongho said something about it too, the first time we fucked and now

"Do you? You like how creamy my pussy is? It's not too much for you?"

He shakes his head immediately, "Not too much. Just right jagi, I fucking love it"

"Do you?", I smirk, taking his cock in again and rocking on him, his head pleasuring my spot so fucking much

"I love your pussy baby", he moans, "God, your pussy lips look so good around my dick. Your throbbing clit is so pretty. And the mess you leave on my cock, fuck baby, I want it on me all the time"

I raise my eyebrow, not knowing he likes all those things that much

"Your tiny body is so fucking gorgeous on top of me, riding my cock desperately, making yourself cum", he continues, his voice deep, "Those pretty legs wrapped around me, those tits bouncing in my face"

I knew he'd like that

All guys like tits in their face

His eyes suddenly move up to mine, "And you're face jagi. So beautiful, especially when you're in pleasure. I love knowing you love being with me this much and I can make you feel that good. I love watching you"

I smile down at him, "I know what you mean baby. I love watching you too and fuck Jonghie, you're fucking beautiful all the time, stunning when you're in pleasure and coming. God, Jongho, that image is burned in my mind"

He nods, "Everything about that day is burned in my mind jagi. Everything"

I just smile wider, "Guess we both like watching each other"

"Yeah", he smiles, "Now let me see you cum"

Definitely

I resume riding him, bouncing hard along his cock, just feeling how good he feels

"Yes baby", he moans, bliss all over his face, "God, fuck my cock like that. Fuck, just like that"

I move faster, my skin slapping against his, smacking my spot with every bounce, the pleasure fucking intense

"Yes, fuck. Perfect pussy. My perfect pussy", he whimpers, his eyes struggling to stay open and on me

I feel my orgasm coming, my body stiffening, the continuous build up ready to pop

Bouncing down, the feel of his cock filling me sends me over the edge, incredible pleasure flowing everywhere

"Jongho", I cry, my legs shaking hard around him, cunt pulsing intensely, my nails digging into the skin of his abs, "Jongho, fuck, Jongho"

I can't, it's so much, I can't fucking think

His hands slide up my body, intense shivers exploding on my skin, making me yell out in more pleasure

He wraps his hands around my boobs, his thumbs playing with my nipples, sending bliss down to my coming pussy

"Jjj.. Jongho...baby", I gasp

This has to be one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had

"Good girl", I hear Jongho as the pleasure slowly abates

When I open my eyes, Jongho is looking at me in awe

"So gorgeous", he murmurs

I breathe for a few seconds, then lean back on his abs, slowly bouncing on him again

He hasn't cum yet and fuck I so want him to unload in my cunt

Want to feel full of him

As I go faster each bounce, I watch the pleasure all over his face, hear his desperate moans

Stunning, fucking stunning

"Oh god, oh god", he murmurs

"Yeah baby", I say softly, "Feels good?"

He nods rapidly

"Yeah? Like being this deep in my little pussy?"

"Fuck yes"

"Wanna finish in my pussy?", I tease as I ride him

He nods, "Yes, so much"

"Good boy"

"Can I fuck your cunt?"

I smirk nodding, "Yeah baby"

His hands move immediately to my arms, pulling me down on him, skin to skin

He grabs my ass, holding on tightly as he thrusts up so hard

"Oh god", I moan, moving my arm around his neck, my fingers sliding in his hair, gripping tightly and leaning my forehead against his neck

He continues to move at a hard, fast pace, completely fucking my pussy open, destroying my spot, throwing me into mind blowing pleasure, ruining me completely

"Yes", he groans, his hips moving at a relentless pace, his pelvis hitting my clit with each thrust, "Gonna fucking break this pussy on my dick. Make you cum so hard, cream my cock with everything you have"

"Baby", I moan, his voice sending shivers down my spine

"Mmm jagi, gonna make you want no other cock but mine"

"I do", I whimper, "Just yours baby"

"That's fucking right", he growls, fucking into me at the speed of light, "Gonna make you want my cock inside your tiny cunt everyday, make you want to cum all over me everyday"

I nod, breathing hard against his chest, my mind turning off, "Want that baby"

"You'll get it jagi", he promises, "Everyday. You're fucking mine. Only mine"

"Only yours", I whine, my head filled with nothing but his cock pounding into me, bringing me closer and closer

"Good jagi. So how about you cum on my cock and I'll fill your pussy with my load?"

"Make me cum baby", I cry

He slams in hard, ecstacy tsumaning over me, my head in the clouds as a mind shattering orgasm wracks my body

I'm vaguely aware of him moaning that I'm squirting so much but fuck I can't wrap my head around it right this minute

All I can do is ride the waves of pleasure

His cock shoves inside me, throbbing so hard, feeling amazing, his warm sticky cum filling my pussy amazingly

I moan his name as he screams mine, his fingers digging into my ass, his body shaking under me

God, I love feeling him cum

I love the way he fills me, it's perfect

We cling onto each other as the pleasure slowly leaves, his arms moving from my ass to around my waist, holding me

I love being in his arms

It feels so good, like I belong here

I lay on him contently, listening to his fast heartbeat slowly going back to normal

One of his hands slide up my back, going into my hair, his fingers running in the strands

His head turns to me, kissing the top of my head

"I love you", he murmurs

"I love you", I answer, so happy to hear him say it

I know I'm never going to get tired of hearing him say that

We're laying peacefully together when my phone goes off

I lift my head, looking for my phone because I have no idea where I put it

It's on my nightstand, far from my reach

"Wah", I mutter, starting to get up

"Stay", he murmurs, reaching his long arm over and getting my phone, handing it to me

Laying back on his chest, I open the text Hongjoong sent

"So? You guys together yet?"

"Who is it?", he asks tiredly

I show him the phone, his eyes rolling as he takes the phone

He opens the camera, putting it on selfie mode, and taking a picture of us

It's a cute picture of us from the shoulders up, my head on his chest, his tilted to me, leaning against the top of my head, looking down at me

He switches back to the text and sends the picture

"Jonghie, really? A picture?"

"Easier than typing", he answers

He's right, it is

A second later my phone goes off again

He opens the text both of us reading it

"Oh gross, are you two in bed? You guys looked tired out 😏. Don't send me shit like this again"

God, he's all over the place with this text

Jongho just puts the phone on sleep, handing it to me

I put it on do not disturb and hand it back to him, "Toss it on the nightstand. I'm not answering any time soon"

He smiles softly, "Yeah?"

I nod, "Yeah baby. I just want to be with you right now"

"I want that too", he agrees, taking the phone and getting it on my nightstand

"What do you want to do?", he asks

"Can we just stay like this for a little? I want to be in your arms"

He smiles wider, nodding, "Anything you want jagi. I love holding you"

"Good. Maybe later we can eat?"

"Definitely", he answers, tilting my head to him, "I love you"

"I love you", I tell him, his beautiful eyes shining, "So much"

"So much", he agrees

He kisses me softly, the kiss causing pure happiness exploding in my body

I have my Jongho and I'm never letting him go

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Hihi!! Can i req for kinktober 8. fuck or die with sam Winchester or castiel (idm) the readers dying and only there onsolved feelings for sam or cas is the only way to save (if you get me 🙇‍♀️🩷)

Thank you for the ask, Anon! ❤️❤️❤️

I was already planning to do a similar version but I like yours better. Here ya go!

Warning: heterosexual sex (p in v), unprotected sex, wrap it up, kiddos! nipple play, tw: love curse, tw: physical pain, tw: person dying, schmoopy, Angst and Fluff and Smut

Day 8: Sex Pollen/Fuck or Die, (Ask request)

“Sam, it hurts.”

Y/n looked pale as he held her in his arms with his cell phone pressed between his ear and shoulder.

“Hello, Dearie.”

“Rowena, Y/n got hit with a curse…” Sam proceeded to explain the events that led up to now, including Castiel being unable to heal her or affect the spell cast on her.

“Oh, Darling,” Rowena trilled. “You’re gonna need to make love to the lass.”

“What?!” Sam squeaked. He’d had a crush on Y/n since meeting her, nearly a year ago, finding her cute, and kind, and they seemed to have similar interests in books and research. From the first time he saw her smile, he was caught in her web, and she had no idea.

“You heard me, Samuel.” She paused for a few moments, realizing the situation as Sam remained silent. “You have feelings for her?”

Sam eyed Y/n, who was wrapped in a blanket in his arms, dozing.

“Yes,” he confirmed, quietly on the phone. “I can’t let her die, Rowena.”

“Oh, you poor boy. I told you what you have to do, but there is a catch, Samuel, darling.”

Sam silently waited.

“She has to have feelings for you in return. The spell is a sort of curse and love spell. If the other doesn’t reciprocate, it kills the one who is cursed. You have 24 hours at most from when the spell is cast upon them, and you both have to admit your feelings for each other.”

Sam felt the blood in his face drain away at the realization they were extremely short on time. It had been six hours already as he had scoured the library’s card catalog before calling the witch.

“HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT? SHE KEEPS FALLING ASLEEP AND CAN BARELY EAT!” Sam quietly yelled through gritted teeth, waking Y/n who looked up at him; however, he didn’t notice.

“Samuel.” Rowena quietly informed, “The spell will allow you to make love once things…get going or said. Trust me. This is the only way to break the curse. You can do this. While I haven’t met her, I’m certain she has feelings for you too.” Rowena almost sounded as if she was lamenting.

“Thanks, Rowena,” Sam replied quietly as he contemplated how to save Y/n.

Dean saw Sam hang up and looked at him expectantly.

“I’ll explain later. I got this,” Sam informed Dean.

Sam looked down to the now awake Y/n, who watched him.

“Are you ok?” she asked softly. Her weakened state making even talking troublesome.

Sam’s face softened—amazed that she was worried about him despite her dying—and nodded. He kissed her hair. “Yes. We need to get you to your room and settled in bed.”

Without a word or warning, Sam changed his arm placement and picked Y/n up bridal style causing her to yelp. He grinned at her. “I’ve got you, Y/n. Nothing is gonna hurt you if I can help it.”

Dean and Castiel secretly smiled at each other and held hands under the library table.

While Sam walked to Y/n’s room in the bunker, he thought back about his interactions with Y/n, wondering if she feels the same way about him. They’d been spending more time together over the last few months. They'd been texting each other daily and Y/n would always text good morning and good night to him. He began to feel confident that she felt the same way, but getting her to admit those feelings might be harder.

By the time Sam put Y/n down in her bed, she had fallen asleep again. Her body was shutting down. He sat down next to her and gently caressed her face, calling her name.

Y/n blinked a few times before awakening to see Sam smiling at her, and she smiled back and placed her hand on his hand on her face. “Hi,” she greeted, her eyes soft and her cheeks barely pink.

Is she blushing? Sam wondered.

“Hi,” Sam returned.

“What did Rowena say?”

Sam dropped his hand away from her face as he spoke. “She said it was a love curse.”

Y/n looked at her lap. “Oh. What does that mean?”

Sam sighed and clarified, “Rowena said that you would need to admit your feelings to who you’re in love with and…and…make love.” He could feel his face heating up as he looked towards her nightstand, then back at her.

Y/n eyebrows rose into her hairline, her slightly pinkened cheeks darkening. She remained silent a moment, then winced and whined at the pain in her abdomen. “I don’t understand how, Sam.”

“She said the curse will allow you, once things start going. If there is someone we need to call or get, I’m sure Cas will go get them.”

She smiled widely and looked at him, placing her hand on his cheek.

“Sam,” she gently chided. “There isn’t anyone else.”

His heart raced on his chest as his cooling face began to heat up. “What do you mean?”

Y/n knew if she was going to live, it was now or never as her heart rate increased. Her chest started aching but she ignored it. “You.” she explained, her voice trembling. “Ever since I met you, it’s been you.”

Sam took this as permission. He leaned down and brushed his lips, chastely, against hers. His stomach fluttered with butterflies and bees. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of her. Her chest warmed and tension faded away. It was so much easier to breathe. He bracketed her in with his arms, knees between her legs, tangling his fingers in her soft y/c hair. The kiss reassured her as her body felt to be tentatively improving. She tightened her arms further as her strength returned, crushing her lips against his, and moaned. He slid his tongue against hers and a dance ensued as they devoured each other.

Y/n captured Sam’s moans as she pushed her chest against him. Pulling away from him, she looked up and smiled. “I think we should, um…” She looked away, unable to complete the sentence.

“Right,” Sam agreed, realizing what she meant. He sat on his haunches, removed his plaid, and pulled off his shirt. Y/n turned to watch him at his words with an eyebrow raised and chewing on her lower lip. “Y/n.” He chuckled at her watching him.

“Right,” she agreed. She grabbed the front hem and pulled off her shirt revealing a spaghetti strap undershirt.

“You don’t wear a bra?” Sam asked.

“Do I look like I need to wear a bra?” She asked incredulously, and grabbed her breasts through the undershirt. She giggled, “It’s not like I got a lot here.”

“I don’t know. I think I need a better look to judge for sure.” he teased, acting playfully thoughtful.

She pulled off her undershirt revealing her chest. Her breasts, while on the small side, seemed to be the perfect size for Sam, just enough to fill his hand. He squeezed slightly and grinned. “I think you’re perfect.”

Y/n could feel her face heat up at the compliment.

With his other hand, Sam tilted Y/n face up to him and tenderly kissed her. Y/n pushed him away, frustrated. “Sam, we need to speed this up. I’m already starting to feel…weird.”

“Weird, how?”

“I don’t know. Not like myself. Just like before. Off.” She couldn’t figure out how to explain it but remembers a similar feeling hours earlier before the pain started. Determined to get the show on the road, Y/n repositioned herself to be kneeling and pulled Sam down to her. She skipped his lips and went for his neck, sucking marks in his skin across his jugular then his Adam’s apple. Sam gasped in surprise, then moaned, causing her to chuckle.

You’re mine, Sam.

Sam was stunned at her directness and desire for him. His hands sat at her hips. She moved slowly from one side of his neck to the other.

And I’m yours.

Sliding her hands down his arms, squeezing and feeling their strength and definition, she grabbed his wrists, slid one to her ass, and the other to her breast, squeezing his hands. He finished rebooting and pinched her nipple, gently rolling it between his thumb and forefinger while he massaged her asscheek. Y/n moaned into his neck, then nipped and licked his shoulder.

She slid her hands down his chest, stopping to trace his defined abdominal muscles. The feel of his muscles went straight to her core and she could feel that she suddenly soaked her panties. She had a muscle kink and never told anyone since it was very superficial. She went to his belt, unbuckling it blindly while she nibbled his collarbone. She popped open the button, then slowly pulled his zipper down.

Surprised, he glanced down, seeing her finger the edge of his boxer-briefs. “Y/n, you’re moving fast.”

Y/n pulled back. “Sam, take off my pants,” she commanded, then hesitantly asked, “Can I take off yours?”

She grinned and worked his underwear and pants down together. His large cock sprung out and she stopped to stare. “Holy shit.”

Now it was Sam’s turn to blush. He had never gotten that reaction before. He worked to remove her pants and she helped. Once they were both naked, they took each other in for a few moments.

“Is there anything you don’t like?” inquired Y/n.

This was not going how he imagined it but answered anyway. “Uh…not that I can think of right now. If you do something I don’t like, I’ll let you know.”

“Same,” she confirmed.

“You?” he asked.

“Um, no penetrating my ass this time around. Need to clean up.”

“Ok.”

Things stalled a bit for Sam but not for Y/n. She wrapped her hand around his girth, stroking his length. Sam practically growled at her action. She bit her lower lip and giggled. She leaned forward, licking the underside from base to tip then engulfed the tip in her mouth. He growl-groaned at the sensation. Since she was unable to communicate, she grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of her head. He instantly grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her off.

“If you keep that up, I’m not gonna last.”

She failed to hide her grin, never having had someone react so strongly to her. “Then fuck me, Sam.”

Sam leaned forward and picked her up as he sat back on his heels. Y/n’s breath trembled and a shiver went down her spine at the change. He cocked a brow at her but she just held on to his shoulders as he did the same to her thighs and ass

“Y/n, I need to tell you something.”

“Sam,” she begged and squirmed in his hands and arms. “Please.” She wrapped her legs around him and he lined his cock up to her entrance, lowering her.

They both groaned the moment he began to penetrate her hot, wet heat. The burn from Sam’s large size felt amazing, especially once he bottomed out. She took a few slow, deep breaths, having never felt so full.

“Are you ok?” Sam asked, concerned.

Her pupils were dilated with barely any y/e/c shown. “So full,” she panted and squirmed on his cock. “Please, Sam. Please fuck me.”

Sam slowly thrust into her soaked channel at first. Throwing her head back, she closed her eyes and moaned. Once he started to speed up, she panted and whined. “More,” she begged.

He gently laid her down on the bed, bringing her further up his thighs, and thrust into her with force. The strength of his thrusts sent lightning down his spine to his groin. He knew he was close. She screamed with pleasure, encouraging Sam to continue. She brought her hands to her nipples, rolling them around and pinching them. He pressed open-mouth kisses across her chest and left marks from his teeth on the inside of both her breasts with licks from his tongue.

She carded fingers through Sam’s hair, damp from sweat, and scratched his scalp, causing him to groan. Her hand goes rubbing her clit. He gasped at her walls clenching around him and this pushed her over the brink, crashing and burning as she screamed through her release. The sight of her — beautiful and sexy— was such that he, too, grunted and exploded, filling her full.

Sam bracketed her in again with his hands on either side of her shoulders. He huffed and panted, trying to catch his breath. She smiled blissfully at him. She raised a finger and lightly touched his cheek. “How are you?”

He huffed a laugh. “Great.”

Her hand dropped to her chest and she panted, “Me too.”

He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers, and rubbed his nose against hers. She lightly giggled.

“I love you, Sam.” She told him like it was an everyday thing they told each other.

He smiled widely, “I love you, Y/n.”

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The next afternoon, Y/n was in the library reading in Sam’s lap, snuggled against him.

“How are the lovebirds?” Dean teased.

“We’re good,” replied Y/n. She grabbed her cell, looked at it, then put it down. “Five more minutes,” she informed Sam.

He kissed the top of her head. “Ok.”

“Five more minutes until what?” asked Castiel.

“We’re making sure the curse is broken and there is a time limit on it. While we don’t know the exact time, we have an idea of when it was, give or take, so just waiting it out to make sure.”

Dean and Cas chuckled. “Mind if we wait with you?”

“Of course, the more the merrier,” replied Y/n. Dean and Castiel sat down next to each other. Castiel on Dean’s laptop and Dean on his phone as they held hands under the table