#realized this was sitting in my ask for awhile and said why not give it a go 🤷🏿‍♀️ i had no motivation to pick up thee pen for a bit sowwy

[kenmaiii]

hi there!! i absolutely love your art:) Would love to see you do an edit of the character A.B.A from Guilty Gear !

hiii ty! obsessed with her design honestly ^^ hope she gets added into GGS one day 👍🏿

[circusofthelastdays]

mage hand & graded papers

warnings: MDNI, NSFW, post epilogue, afab fem reader, inappropriate use of mage hand, gale uses mage hand to get you off while grading papers.

You traipse into Gale's study, a thin robe adorning your body, loosely tied. Hair falls over your shoulders, the strong scent of your lavender soap wafting through the house. A bath would help, was the assumption in your mind. Maybe some relaxation would quell the ravenous need for your husbands touch, you thought.

Yet here you stand, the aching feeling of arousal pulsing in your core as you lean against the doorway to his study. You eye him from behind, debating on whether or not you would bother him. It's clear that he's busy- he's been working for hours. You stand there watching him, hunched over his desk, reading glasses on and quill in hand. Papers are scattered across his desk, ones you can only assume are his students.

Even the sight of him like this has your current arousal ever growing, and your face heating up. "Gale, are you almost done?" you ask him, knowing that if he turns around to face you it'll be clear why you want to know.

"No where near, I still have about twenty papers to grade." He answers you, not even bothering to look away from the paper he is marking up with red ink.

Your lips curl into a frown, "oh, that's fine- I'll just uhm... I'll go cook dinner or something I suppose."

You step back from the doorway, not wanting to disturb his work any further. Still, you can't help but stand there and observe him a bit longer with a yearning look.

Gale turns from his desk when he hears the defeat in your voice, pulling his reading glasses down the bridge of his nose to get a good look at you. He sees the flush on your face, your half tied robe, and the way you try to subtly squeeze your thighs together while standing there.

"Come here, my love." He says, directing you with a pointed finger to come to his side.

Without hesitation, you go to his side, expecting that you'll be getting what you so desperately crave. Gale, however, has other ideas. He gently grasps your arm, and pulls you down onto his lap.

"Sit here with me, for just a bit?" he says, placing a chaste kiss on the back of your neck after. He picks up his quill again, dipping it in red ink, and looks back down at the papers he is grading, paying no mind to you fidgeting on his lap.

So you do as he asks, despite how much you desire to do more, to have him touch you in anyway. And oh, what you would give to have him take you against his desk... you can't help but squirm in his lap at the thought of it. You sit there silently for awhile, watching him grade papers and listening to nothing but his breathing and the scratching of his quill against paper. He places more chaste kisses on your neck and shoulder every so often, effectively worsening your arousal, and you know damn well he's doing this on purpose.

At least twenty minutes have passed before you hear him utter anything, but you can't quite catch what is was. "Hmm? What was that?" you ask, trying to get Gale to repeat what he said.

"Oh nothing, dear," he says, with a cheeky smirk on his face that you cannot see. "just mumbling about these papers."

A moment passes, and then you feel a light brush against your leg. However, you think you must be imagining things. Both of Gale's hands are hard at work above the desk. You feel it again, more apparent this time as it trails up your thigh, and pulls at your robe.

You quickly look down, and realize what's happening. A shimmering, blue, and sheer hand is the culprit. The incantation for mage hand, that must've been what Gale uttered.

"Gale?" you speak his name in a questioning tone, facing heating up at the implications of this situation, "what are you doing?"

"Isn't this what you wanted, my love?" He says, controlling the hand to pull open your robe so your body is on display for him, proceeding to trail the sheer hand over your breasts, and down to your hips.

The hand ghosts over your wet cunt, collecting some slick- a shiver runs down your spine, and your head falls back onto Gale's shoulder. "You're a fucking tease."

"Am I?" he replies, this time making the hand touch you with more purpose. It glides over your folds, before hooking two fingers inside whilst simultaneously circling your clit with its translucent thumb. "I'm just giving you what you crave."

"You know damn well this isn't what I had in mind..." you start to complain, but the hand speeds up, expertly touching you exactly how you like it. Your lips part, a slew of needy whimpers and whining spilling out of you, as your poised nature comes crumbling down.

"Hush, now. I'm still working." Gale chides, in a tone that is clearly meant to taunt you further. However, he himself makes no move to touch you, he only adjusts the reading glasses on his face and goes back to grading the papers on his desk. Yet, the translucent hand continues its ministrations, so his concentration is not entirely on his work, no matter how much he pretends it is.

You try to be quiet, really, you do. Though the situation at hand makes it incapable to do so, especially since the mage hand seems to double down on it's efforts the more you squirm and choke down moans in attempt to be quiet. He's messing with you, threatening your resolve and challenging your ability to follow instructions.

Gale's left hand strays away from his work, and wraps around your waist to keep you from moving around, "Stop squirming, dear. You're distracting me."

It cannot be helped though, you're too far gone. Pleasure is building in your core as the mage hand doesn't seem to let up, merely moments away from tumbling over the edge. You're practically panting with need, the occasional moan of your lover's name included in the lewd sounds that fill the room. You can't tell what's more sinful, the sound of your wetness or the muffled sounds of ecstasy that slip off your tongue.

Gale chuckles quietly at your muted whimpers and feeble attempts to stay quiet for him- he dares to hush you for a second time. "Shh, you're okay..." He says, but there's something about the way he says it, his tone sensual, and with a sloppy kiss placed against your neck. It has you positively reeling.

The cord tightening within your stomach finally snaps, and the pleasure becomes overwhelming. Gale's name falls off your lips like a chant, like it's the only word you can remember. The translucent hand continues its onslaught, working you through the waves of your orgasm, Gale holding you still on his lap until your body is spent. He groans at the sight of you, unable to ignore his own arousal now.

The mage hand finally dissipates out of existence, and you think you're done, as you lean back onto your husband's chest.

"ah, ah-" he chastises you, before hastily pushing the papers to the side of his desk, as well as the ink that spills across them. The spilled ink is a problem for later, he could not care less. "I'm not done with you just yet..."

He hoists you onto his desk, and spreads your legs, trailing gentle kisses up your thighs. A needy growl escapes him as he licks a stripe across your soaked cunt, before his lips continue the path up your body to their rightful destination.

"Work can wait," Gale's lips connect with yours, with desperation and heat, passion coursing through him. As he pulls away, he grabs hold of your chin, and gently coaxes you to make eye contact, "I need you more."

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[aajxs]

meant to be , s.g

synopsis - the one where you're in love and satoru doesn't realize until it's too late.

pairings - satoru gojo x fem!reader

contents - ANGST!!! , gojo is an asshole and y/n is too sweet for her own good , mentions of injuries and blood , major character death , prob ooc gojo

w/c - 1.8k

a/n - I got lazy asf at the end and didn't know how to finish this and I just needed it out of my drafts lol. this is kinda buns but I hope you enjoy it anyways!!

masterlist , part two .

There wasn't supposed to be any grade one curses on your mission. You were supposed to get in, exorcise the few grade three curses, and get out. 'You're strong, stronger than most, so why couldn't you beat them?' You thought to yourself as your back pressed into the concrete wall behind you. You had been sitting here for awhile, and the curses were long gone. You had beaten them up pretty badly, but you just weren't strong enough.

'Satoru could beat them, though. He's stronger than you ever will be.' Said that tiny voice in the back of your head, reminding you over and over again of your weakness.

You kept telling yourself that someone would come for you. Someone would realize you hadn't been at the school in awhile. Someone would come and find you. Maybe it was the false hope that was keeping you alive, maybe it was something else, you weren't sure. You were surprised you hadn't bled to death yet. It felt as if you had been staring aimlessly at the ground for days, yet it had probably only been an hour since the curses left you to die.

You felt a presence somewhere in the building and went to get up. Due to your weakened state you were unsure if it was a curse or another jujutsu sorcerer. You had one hand holding your bloody side, and another hand on the wall in a lousy attempt to get yourself off the cold ground. You cursed under your breath as you pushed yourself off the wall, forcing yourself to walk towards the suspicious presence. Your vision was blurry, you were bleeding from multiple places, and needless to say, you were going to need a new uniform if you even got out of here.

Your day was completely and utterly ruined. 'Not that it was going well in the first place.' You thought as you recalled the encounter you had with Satoru just a few hours prior to your mission.

"'Toru–" You happily began, but you were instantly cut off. "Don't call me that." Satoru irritatedly uttered as the two of you walked side by side through the halls. "Gosh, who pissed in your cereal?" You joked, letting out a small laugh as you purposely bumped shoulders with Gojo, making him give you an annoyed glance.

"Anyways, Satoru, I was wondering if you wanted to-" You began again, "No." He cut you off, quickening his pace. "I didn't even get to finish..?" You awkwardly said, your smile starting to disappear from your face. "Y/N, just leave me alone, I can't deal with you today." Satoru said, making you slow your steps. "What?" You frowned, "But we haven't talked all day?" You sadly uttered, bumping shoulders with him again, this time a bit softer.

He brushed you off his shoulder, "We don't have to talk every day." He said, obviously becoming irritated. "But we're best friends, why wouldn't we..?" You trailed off, confusion and sadness washing over you. When he didn't reply, you went to bump his shoulder again, but you were stopped by his infinity. "Why's your infinity on? You never have it up around me." Your frown deepened at the action. Did he really not want you around him that badly?

"I don't like you touching me Y/N, just go somewhere, I'm not in the mood for you right now." Satoru quietly said, "So you have to be in a certain mood to be a good friend?" You asked, growing more upset by the second, "You could just tell me that you're not feeling well and you don't want to talk right now, you don't have to be an asshole about it." You said, stopping in your tracks.

"I'm not feeling well and I don't want to talk to you right now." He said, his words laced with a mix of irritation and sarcasm. "Satoru if you don't want me around you just say that!" You said, making him abruptly turn to look at you. "I don't want you around me! Is it that hard to give me a little bit of space?! You're always right next to me, always bothering me to hang out with you!" Satoru snapped, "Well, did it ever occur to you that I don't want to hang out with you?! That I don't want to talk to you!?" He said, the hands that were once shoved into his pockets now balled up into fists.

Your lips parted in shock, and you stared at him for a few moments. "I didn't realize that was how you felt." You murmured, "I just-" Your voice cracked slightly, "Nevermind, 'm sorry I said anything." You apologized, attempting to blink back the tears that were forming in your eyes. Your shoulders lightly shook as you walked away, and you prayed he didn't notice your sobs. You didn't know why it hurt so much, it wasn't like it was the first time Satoru had said something along those lines to you.

You don't remember much after that, aside from the fact that you eyes still hurt from crying and Satoru didn't even try to make sure you were alright. On your way out you saw him playing around with Suguru and Shoko.

You let out a few more curse words before making your way towards the nearest wall. There was no use in checking out whatever or whoever had entered the building, you were going to die anyways. You knew your time would come eventually, but now? You're barely seventeen.

You leaned against the wall for a moment before giving in and sliding down the wall to the ground, your blood leaving a few marks along the way. You had barely felt any of your wounds due to shock, but now that the exhaustion was finally hitting you, your body started to hurt even worse than it had ten minutes ago. It wouldn't be long until you passed out from blood loss and finally met your end, you at least wish you could've gone out in a cool way.

You couldn't help the small cries you let out as you sat there, aching against a cold cement wall in an abandoned building. You're gonna die alone in some random, dirty building. You thought as your warm tears made their way down your battered cheeks. You heard the sound of rushed footsteps, and your immediate reaction was placing a hand over your mouth in a lousy attempt to quiet your sobs.

Your ears were ringing and everything around you was muffled, so you couldn't tell if what was approaching was far away or close to you. Your vision was blurred, and the tears only made it worse. In other words, you could barely see or hear a thing.

A hand abruptly grabbing your shoulder snapped you out of your own thoughts and triggered your fight or flight sense, aptly choosing fight. The hand that was once covering your mouth now clenched and pulled back into a weak fist. "It's me! Y/N, it's me!" A familiar voice said, making you slowly put your fist down.

You went back to your original position against the wall. Your eyes were droopy and you felt like you were going to fall asleep. "No– Y/N, stay awake!" The person said as they took your practically limp body into their arms. A hand reached to your face and began shakily wiping your tears, whispering curses under their breath as they cradled you.

"Satoru.." You mumbled, a weak smile appearing on your face. He perked up at your words, the hand that was wiping your tears now cupping your face. "Yes, it's me- Satoru, your Satoru!" Your Satoru. How you longed for those words to come out of his mouth for years. You know that's not what he means, though. You know he'll never be yours.

"Thought you didn't like me anymore, 'Toru..?" You weakly asked, tears still streaming down your face. "Fuck— I didn't mean that, you know I could never dislike you Y/N." He said, anxiety lacing his words. Your half-lidded eyes gazed at him with nothing but adoration, they always have. "I don't think 'm gonna make it, 'Toru." You tiredly said, offering him another weak grin.

"Don't say that! You can't leave," Satoru said, "You're important to me." A small frown appeared on his face as you let out a dry laugh. How could you be laughing at a time like this? "I don't get it," You began, "You've always said I'm important to you-" You cut yourself off with a cough, pain shooting throughout your entire body. "-But you always make me feel like 'm not worth your time." You said, blinking a few times to try and keep yourself awake.

"C'mon Y/N, none of that matters now," He said, his tone getting a bit louder, "Stop fucking talking and stay awake for me." Satoru pleaded, lightly tapping your face. If he could take back everything he ever did wrong to you, he would. "Satoru?" You asked, your voice cracked, the lump in your throat only growing with the pain in your body.

"I wanna go home, 'Toru." You cried, weakly gripping Satorus uniform. "You will go home. We jus' gotta wait for Kiyotaka to get here, 'nd we'll go home." He said before throwing his head back and biting his lip harshly, blinking back his tears.

Your side was throbbing, every other wound on your body was stinging. You looked sickly and if anybody saw you they'd assume you were a zombie. You and Satoru both knew that you couldn't live through this. "'Toru—" You began, a small hiccup erupting from your throat. "I love you, y'know that, right?" You uttered, licking your lips out of habit.

"I love you too," He admitted back, his cerulean eyes glossed over. "You're not allowed to die on me, Y/N." He frowned, his voice shaking and cracking every few words.

"I have one last request before I go–" You started, biting your lip when Satoru cut you off, "You're not leaving, don't say that!" He harshly said, his grip on your body tightening. "I'm weak, Satoru." You admit as you reach up to cup his face. He's not wearing those stupid glasses. You thought as you caressed his face gently, a smile appearing on your tear stained, battered face.

"Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are, 'Toru?" You say, not failing to catch him off guard even in your last moments. He gives you a nod as he takes one of his hands and places it over your own. "Can you kiss me on the forehead? Like you always do?" You question as you blink away a few tears.

He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips staying for a few moments, before hugging your body closer to him and tucking your head under his own. "Maybe in another life, I can be what you always wanted.." You mutter before closing your eyes. He could feel your body still, and finally let a couple tears run down his face.

It was never meant to be.

© AAJXS

[theemissuniverse]

“ALL TALK” KUNG LAO X COMEDIC RELEIF FEM!READER

SUMMARY : Kung Lao figures out you have a crush on him and won’t stop teasing you for it

WARNINGS : (MDNI) mention of Kung Lao’s dick print and you being wet

MASTERLIST

Kung Lao may be a lot of things but naive was not one of them. He caught on very quickly that you had a crush on him. Very quickly.

The first incident was when he had finished training. He was all sweaty and he was a little bit tired from it. When he realized you were walking up to him, he smiled. “Hey, (Y/N).”

“Hey! Kung Lao! You did good at training today.”

When you had said that, it made his raise a brow. “You were watching me?”

Thinking you were caught, you started to stumble on your words. “What? No. I totally just was like…I mean I just happened to be there and then you were there and then I was like oh, that’s a coincidence so yeah…”

Kung Lao was used to your strange behavior and your rambling so it didn’t really bother him. He just kind of laughed. “Okay…cool.”

The second incident was when he was walking with you and you out of nowhere “tripped” in front of him. Kung Lao had really good reflexes and he was able to catch you.

He held your body almost in a bridal style way. “Whoa. Are you alright (Y/N)?”

You just sighed dreamily at him and you caressed the right side of his face. “I am now.”

He gave you a curious look when you said that. That’s when his warning bells of you may having a crush on him went off but you were also very strange so he pushed it aside as nothing.

The third incident is when he knew. Kung Lao was talking, more so bragging that he beat Johnny in training to you.

You were trying to pay attention. Honest. But your eyes kept wandering off to his very obvious dick print and they were glued on it for awhile.

Kung Lao kept bragging. He was so in tuned with boasting himself that he didn’t realize at first where your eyes were at.

“And then he hit the ground! Hard!” He laughed at what he said. When he noticed you didn’t give him a reaction, he gave you a look. “(Y/N)?” You still didn’t respond.

Kung Lao looked to where your eyes were at and smirked when he realized. He lifted your chin and brought it so your eyes were meeting each other. “My eyes are up here.”

Embarrassed, you immediately chuckled. “Yeah. I know.”

Kung Lao looked at you. He saw that your eyes were full of love and lust.

That’s when he realized.

He wasn’t like most men. Kung Lao was very straightforward. “Aw. Do you have a crush on me, (Y/N)?”

For you, it felt like your world was ending. Everything came crashing down in an instant. You immediately pulled away from his touch. “What? Me? Like you? Ha! That’s so gross.”

“Uh huh…” He said not convinced in the slightest. “So why were you staring at-“

“Gotta go!” You quickly said before walking away from him.

Sure, Kung Lao could’ve just asked you out like any reasonable man would do but no. He was going to tease you until you admitted yourself that you liked him.

For instance, now anytime Kung Lao had the chance, he’d be shirtless. He’d purposely walk in front of you while you were having a conversation with someone.

Your eyes wondered to Kung Lao, glued on his perfect frame. Liu Kang noticed this and would just shake his head at you. “You are worse than a man, (Y/N).”

You gasped at his claim. “Am not!”

That’s when Johnny had came up to the two of you. “Look! Kung Lao’s doing push ups!”

“Where?!” You immediately looked and saw there was no Kung Lao doing any push ups.

Johnny broke out in laughter and even Liu Kang couldn’t help but chuckle. You placed your hands on your hips and glared at them. “How rude!”

When having dinner, you would always try to sit at your seat but Kung Lao immediately brought you into his lap.

You gasped, sitting down. “I think you should sit here instead.” He told you with a smirk.

Johnny groaned at the two of you. “Can you please not fuck at the table? I’m not into watching porn in person.”

Raiden turned to give him a look. “You’re a grown man that still watches porn?”

“Hey! Don’t try to turn this back on me!”

Kung Lao’s hand would always go under your shirt and he would rub your back soothingly. His soft touches always turned you on.

You cursed at yourself for wearing very tight grew shorts. Kung Lao went to put his hand in between your thighs but when he did, he felt that you were wet.

He smirked. His lips slightly touched your ear so he could whisper to you. “I can take care of that for you.”

You were so embarrassed that you had gotten up from him and just decided you weren’t going to eat today. You walked off from the group.

They watched you walk off and Raiden turned his attention to Kung Lao. “Can you just ask her out like a reasonable man? You’re torturing her.”

“I can’t ask someone out if they won’t admit they like me.”

Kenshi nodded at Kung Lao’s reasoning. “He has a point.”

The final straw was this time. He would do this purposefully give you a lot of hugs and whisper how good you looked. He especially liked to hug you from behind.

You were in your room cleaning. You heard a knock on the door. “Come in.”

Kung Lao walked in and closed the door. He gave you a look. “Who cleans on a Wednesday?”

“I do.”

That’s when you felt Kung Lao’s arms snake around your waist and pulled you into his chest. You gasped a little. You felt his hardened member against your ass but chose not to say anything. You couldn’t even muster out words anyway.

“You look so pretty today.”

“T-thank you, Kung Lao.”

Usually Kung Lao would just kiss your cheek and leave it at that but today he was taking it a step further.

He kissed your cheek and then his lips wondered to your neck. He gave very slow and light kisses.

You moaned softly at his touches. Kung Lao rubbed your stomach. His lips went to your shoulder to kiss you there. Then he pulled you away.

When he saw you were just standing there, he snickered and couldn’t help but kiss your cheek again. “You’re so cute.”

This was starting to annoy you. You turned to him and crossed your arms. “I’m not cute.”

“Whatever you say.”

You had it. “Why are you doing this? Like what’s the point?”

Finally, you had broke. He mentally sighed out of relief. “Because I need you to admit that you like me.

“Fine! I admit it! I like you! There! I said it! Now you can leave me alone!”

When you turned to walk away from him, Kung Lao grabbed you by the arm. He turned you around and kissed you.

You stood there, a little shocked that he kissed you. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His lips tasted like chapstick so you knew he was prepared to kiss you today. Kung Lao brought you even closer by your hips as he deepened the kiss.

His hands went to the back of your head and he started to kiss sloppy. He licked your bottom lip and as soon as you opened your mouth, it was over.

He shoved his tongue in your mouth and fought with your tongue. You moaned as he sloppily kissed you. You didn’t think you’d be into that but Kung Lao could make anything hot.

Kung Lao pulled away from you. He rested his forehead on yours. “I thought I was obvious but I guess I’m not. I like you too.”

“You do?”

“You think I was teasing you because I thought it was funny?” He realized what he said and then nodded. “Okay, I was teasing you because I thought it was funny.” You hit him in the chest and he chuckled. “But that’s not just why. I like you, (Y/N). I just wanted you to admit it.”

Your hands rested on his chest. You looked him in the eyes. “What do we do now?”

“Oh I have a couple things in mind.” Kung Lao started to place butterfly kisses on your neck, making you fall to the bed.

You laughed at his touch. “Lao! Stop!”

“If you wanted me in bed you could’ve just said that.”

“This is why I didn’t admit I liked you.”

[serendipitous-girl]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

⊱✿⊰ summary: you can't sleep and kirishima helps you

⊱✿⊰ warnings: insomnia due to quirk, this is a request so this is specified towards the requester, also it is implied reader has unmedicated adhd

⊱✿⊰ notes: it should be fluffy I think. Idk man It will also be short probably.

Kirishima woke up, which was very strange. Well the strange part was that it was in fact 2 in the morning and Kirishima has never had trouble sleeping through the night before.

Even still, he decided to get out of bed and head to the common room to get a glass of water. As he got closer, he noticed the sounds of the TV on. How weird...why was anyone awake? Having a good sleep schedule is very manly.

"Hey? Anyone out here?" He called out, eyes darting around the room until they landed on his girlfriend in the middle of the room. She was curled up with blankets, her phone in one hand and eyes on the TV.

He walked towards the couch and sat behind her (she was sitting on the floor in front of the TV). "Baby, why're you awake?"

She jumped around, a gasp escaping her lips before she realized it was just Kirishima, her boyfriend.

"Oh, hey! Wanna watch some cartoons? Wait, Kiri, why are you awake?" She asked, moving from the floor to sitting beside him on the couch. He could already tell what she wanted: cuddles from her boyfriend, even if she wouldn't ask for it.

Kirishima wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, letting her rest her head on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair, twirling the strands.

"I just woke up randomly. But you never answered why you're awake." He said, giving her a slight suspicious look, " Plus it seems like you've been awake for awhile."

She paused for awhile, not seeming like she wanted to say. Her eyes watched the floor and her hands interlocked together.

Finally she spoke, "sometimes with my powers, I take too much energy from the sun and I'm too awake to fall asleep."

He nodded and brought her to cuddle with him once more, as he thought about what to do. What was something that could help her sleep?

While he contemplated what to do, he continued to pet her hair, letting her rest her head on his chest. She could feel the soft rise and fall caused by his breathing, the gentle exhales escaping his lips.

When he looked down at her, to his surprise, she had fallen asleep. He chuckled softly, amused he no longer had to find a solution to her sleep. Then of course, per the manly thing to do, he carefully picked her up and carried her to her dorm.

She had left the door unlocked which in hindsight was not a smart decision (especially with Mineta running around) however Kirishima tucked his girlfriend into bed. He kissed her cheek and locked the door behind him.

He hoped she wouldn't have this issue again, but Kirishima knew he was more than willing to help her throughout the night, every night, if needed. He would do anything for his girlfriend.

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[jiminrings]

478 phase 3 sneak peek

There’s not one exact emotion that runs through you because the longer that Jungkook looks at you, ecstatic, while you’re weighing what he’s just said like a bag of bricks — you feel even more conflicted.

Your husband wrings his hands together, nervously smiling at you as if he’s asking for permission, but the both of you know that his mind’s already set. He thinks the opportunity of producing a short film that’s been drafted by his friend is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, eager to take off even if he’s had no experience at all in the industry.

“I don’t know, baby. It’s just been so long since I got this excited and alive, y’know? It’s a nice change of pace and I get to do something nice-…”

“Isn’t being with your daughter nice?” you ask abruptly, unable to mask the conflict that’s been brewing in your mind ever since Jungkook pulled you aside to talk. You feel hesitant; disconnected even from wrapping your head around his wording.

Even convincing yourself that you’re just spent from working sunrise to sundown doesn’t work. No matter how hard you try, Jungkook’s tone remains as is.

“Y/N,” he sighs, lips in a tight line as he screws his eyes shut. “Don’t start.”

“I’m not starting anything, Jungkook,” you grit, crossing your arms in defense. You feel guarded more than ever, not because you’re the one whom he’s pertaining to, but because your Hwayoung is involved and you won’t sit around for it. “It’s just that when you put it like that, it sounds like taking care of Hwayoung is a chore.”

You used to be sure awhile ago that you were seeing double because in between memorizing scripts and going from schedule to schedule without any time to rest in between, you’ve been worried sick because Jungkook hadn’t texted you the whole day. You were shocked enough to come home to your daughter playing by herself downstairs (with Miso watching her the whole time), even more-so when you saw Jungkook engrossed in a highly-enthusiastic phone call.

Jungkook sighs as if talking to you completely exhausts him, pinching his nosebridge before muttering under his breath. “Like you’re one to talk.”

“Excuse me?” you blink in surprise, tilting your head in sheer confusion. You’re about to shrug it off but he does that thing again, the one where he almost rolls his eyes at you but realizes it at the last minute.

“Nothing.”

“Say that again, Jungkook.”

“My god,” Jungkook groans, throwing his head back. He runs his hands through his hair frustratedly, sucking in a rushed breath. He looks straight at you when he gives his grievance. “I’m just saying! Why do you get to live out your dream but I don’t?”

“This is my job,” you bite back instantly, the second it took for you to digest his words being enough time for him to groan again. “If it were up to me, do you think I’d work six days a week? Do you not know how much it kills me to stay away from my family?”

You’re at a loss for words, the tiny bit of insecurity you have being dug up once again. You feel guilty because you actually don’t — you know to yourself that you still dedicate so much of yourself to Jungkook and Hwayoung even if you work full-time.

Jungkook chokes up a laugh in front of your face.

“Then quit your dream if you’re so miserable.”

Your jaw clenches quickly in annoyance, unable to retain the disbelief that builds up in your chest. “My dream is my job! It’s why we’re living this life in the first place, Jungkook! Your dream is this project that was pitched to you like what, two weeks ago?”

“Can I not live my life the way that I want to?” he asks exaggeratedly, eyes wide in defense. “Why am I only your husband and why am I only Hwayoung’s dad? Why can’t I go to the US a-and try things out? Why can’t I be free from all this even for just a while?”

Your mouth falls apart at that, your moment of shock simultaneously being Jungkook’s instance for guilty. He wants to reel it in right then and there, but the small part of his pride grows to hold him back.

“Do we hold you back that much?” you whisper, the headache that has been building in your head since this morning shrinking to the size of Jungkook’s words. “What are you getting so angry for? I’m not saying no. I’m asking you why you’re so hellbent on suddenly leaving to do this.”

A large part of you, if not all, feels more disappointed than angry. Hwayoung has not and should never be an afterthought for the both of you yet Jungkook brings her up with you like mere variables.

You can grasp the fact that being a parent is a full-time job like yours yet what you can’t get a hold of is your husband’s apprehension; his sudden need of pursuing something beyond your family.

“Because I’m scared, Y/N,”  Jungkook whispers, exhaling heavily. “I’m scared that this is all what life could ever be for me.”

It’s only when you’re completely silent that he comes back to the severity of his words, the tension that’s been building up in him breaking the moment that you break eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry for being your wife.”

“Baby, that’s not-…” Jungkook tries to correct himself, hot on your heels as you get up from your seat on the couch. You’re not even speeding up yet he catches you just as urgently, the hold he has on your arm doing little to put you at ease.

“And I’m sorry for making you a dad.”

“Y/N, sweetheart, I’m-…”

“You should do this project if you really want to,” you quip, back still turned to him as you enter the bedroom. Jungkook noticeably stops in his tracks, the furrow in his brows fading because you’ve put him on whiplash.

“What?”

“You’ve held down the fort while I was out being the breadwinner. It’ll be nice for you to do your own thing,” you smile tightly, eager to sleep on the whole thing just so you don’t stay hung-up for too long.

“What about Hwayoung? What about your film? They want it to be an entry for the Academy, right?” he asks in concern, different from the worry he had awhile ago when he thought you were against him leaving.

You nod, easily shrugging despite the weight on your shoulders. “I’m her mom, of course. She’s gonna come first. And for the film, I think I can still do it. I’ll juggle them both if I have to.”

Jungkook nods, eyes set on the floor. He didn’t think this far at all.

“Do you want to hire a nanny? I know a friend.”

“I’ll pass. I don’t trust nannies.”

There’s an overwhelming silence that engulfs the both of you, the white noise machine in your nightstand unable to fill it completely. Jungkook looks at the ceiling while you look at Hwayoung who’s sprawled in the middle of your bed, clutching Miso like a teddy bear — she already fell asleep waiting for the both of you.

“I didn’t mean what I said awhile ago, I’m sorry. It came out the wrong way,” Jungkook apologizes after some time, hand darting out to hold yours while you only hover above your vanity, taking off all of your jewelry except for your wedding ring.

“When do you leave?” you ask, still unable to meet his gaze.

“Next week,” he clears his throat. “When do you start filming?”

You nod, coming into terms that Jungkook would leave no matter what you say. “Next week.”

You’re arranging the covers when your husband tries to hold you again, voice strained and rushed. “Y/N, I really am sorry. I love being your-…”

“Shh,” you interrupt, pursing your lips. “Hwayoung’s sleeping.”

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𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚, 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢+𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐚, 𝐤𝐨𝐲𝐨. 𝐱 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: somewhat of a weird creepy man mention, mentions of killing?

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎: 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝟏𝟑, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 + 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝.

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀

Sigma first met you when he, nikolai & fyodor were out and about.

He had seen a small, cute cafe and instantly felt drawn to it

Its literally so cute??

When he first saw you, he was lowkey like

"Does this kid work here?!"

All shocked...

But after you gave him some cookies, he literally ate them so fast, they were so good😞

After that, he got dragged out by Nikolai, and he would visit the cafe daily from time to time!

His favorite thing to get from there was the cookies you baked

10/10 rating for those cookies in his opinion

Also did I mention how after the second trip, you guys became bsfs

Like you for real gave him his cookies and started sharing your whole life story

At first he was like : 🤨

Because why did you start sharing your whole family history😭‼️

But still, he started viewing you as a friend, if not a younger sibling figure!

He definitely would go to the cafe specifically to hang out with you get away from the others..

Despite being homeschooled, you're quite smart in certain situations so he sometimes asks for advice

Sometimes y'all will be sitting at a table for an hour or two just staring at eachother trying to figure out what to do in your break times

One time you let him try cooking the cookies...

Never again.

But nevertheless, yall get along great!!

So....

They first met you when kyōka craved tofu

And your cafe sold tofu AND Chazuke apparently

So then atsushi bought the two dishes from you, but then he realized he didn't have any money...

Kyoka was slightly upset that they couldn't get the food, but then you came

And you said, "Don't worry, my family owns this cafe!!"

And then you just gave it to them for free.

After many back and forths between you and atsushi

Even though kyoka was already digging in(real)

After awhile, they left, but not without atsushi sending many thanks and telling you they would come again with money

You ended up just softly pushing them out with a laugh and reassuring them, but still telling them to come back again

You're parents ended up getting upset that you gave the food for free

But its okay because the two did end up coming back,

This time atsushi brought money,

And he bought the same thing for him and kyoka,

While they were eating, you ended up talking with them a lot!

You all ended up getting along considering kyoka and you are close in age, and atsushi got along with you due to how you were really kind with them!

Sometimes you would give them free small treats to take to work,

Once you gave them extra because you had heard from Atsushi about ranpo, so you packed extra specifically for him!

You also made some custom treats for the two, some shaped as rabbits, others shaped as cats!

Lets just say that you guys quickly got along, like siblings!

Kyoka and Atsushi swore to protect you considering you were like a younger sibling to them

One time it was late at night, and she happened to crave some golden tempura after a mission, and she visited a cafe

YOUR cafe

And thats how you guys met!

At first she was quite amused yet a bit shocked that a child was working this late at night at a cafe

"What are you doing working so late, child?"

But nevertheless , you gave her the golden tempura and she payed!

You guys ended up having a chat considering there was no one else in the cafe, and she learnt a lot about you

Call it fast, but after a while she instantly felt connected like a mother to you,

Especially after you told her you grew up with a single father,

After that, she would visit daily!

A couple times she would bring some people with her, like chuuya!

Sometimes you would give her some free tea, golden tempura or some other treats,

In exchange she would always have a nice, peaceful chat with you

One time, you expressed how you wanted to learn a bit about swordsmanship,

And so she taught you some basics, very safely of course

She would bring you some cute stuff, like clothes, decorations for the cafe or your room, accessories for your hair, and once she brought you a kimono just like hers,

One time she saw a creepy guy, he was just staring at you as you chatted with another customer, and he was staring very, VERY weirdly, and even went as far as licking his lips weirdly...

Lets just say she was glaring at him the whole time, and killed him took care of him for you!!

Shes officially "adopting" you (more like just calling you her child but its ok)

She loves how dedicated you are to your familys cafe,

You guys get along quite well, and are very much like a mother and child duo!

[gay-wh0re-slut]

Hello! Can I please request a NSFW Rhea/reader where reader has had a massive crush on Rhea for awhile and Rhea has noticed and constantly flirts with the reader (who doesn’t think Rhea is being serious). One day when they find themselves alone in the locker room Rhea corners reader and basically asks why the reader hasn’t ever done anything about the massive crush they obviously have on Rhea. Reader mumbles something about how she knows Rhea wasn’t being serious with all her flirting, so Rhea proceeds to show reader just how serious she is?

I swear, dominant Rhea is the woman of my DREAMS. No worries at all if you don’t like this request. Thanks for hearing me out!

i can already tell that this is gonna be a long one so buckle up friends lmaoooo but no legit, rhea could do literally anything and i’ll go feral

i have a feeling that this is gonna be a bit angsty too so hold on to your boot straps hahaha

Prove it

CW: angst-ish, a little degradation/praise, fingering

Your headset was filled with the chatters of other PA’s and crew members questioning about this and that or genuine small talk. While you have worked for WWE for quite sometime, only just recently have you started working on Raw. It was a good change of pace for you, it was very similar to Smackdown but everything was red and obviously the wrestlers were different. You never thought that you would make friends so quickly considering how hard it was before. One friend in particular you hoped, maybe one day, would be more than a friend: Mami herself, Rhea Ripley.

“Hey, baby,” she would say every time she saw you.

“Heyyyy,” you would reply with a wink. I don’t think she even knows my name, to be honest.

The crew would always say that she was genuinely flirting with you, but you never believed them because she would flirt with Samantha and Cathy all the time so you thought you were just another one of her many girlfriends. But they kept on insisting, “she’s not like that with anyone else on the crew,” or “she’s flirting with them for the camera, there’s no camera’s when she’s with you.” But, you kept brushing it off, hopelessly daydreaming.

Often, Rhea would hang around you backstage asking questions about you and other meaningless things, or she would request that you sit beside her as she gets her makeup done just so she could have someone to talk to. She was known to have done this with other crew members because even though she was mean on the screen, backstage she was the biggest sweetheart and genuinely wanted to get to know everyone. Because of this, you boiled it down to being one of her close work friends and nothing more, unfortunately.

After a show one Monday, you notice that the tattooed woman was no where to be found. They usually have to sign out to let the crew know that they left, but she never signed. So you begin searching.

You ask around and a lot of people didn’t know, some said she was in her dressing room, some said that she left and forgot to sign out, she never does that. You thought that she just went to her car to get something and she’ll be right back. After a while of walking aimlessly around the arena searching for who knows how long, you decide to get her number from Bianca, which she gave you an all-knowing smirk followed by, “surprised you don’t have it yet.” You nervously laugh it off as you say goodbye to her for the night.

You struggle to find something witty to say or a flirty joke. Sadly nothing comes to mind when you realize you’ve been staring at your phone for a solid minute before deciding to go with something casual.

“Hey, it’s (Your/Name)! Just wanted to check in on ya and see where you were. You didn’t sign out yet so I’m hoping you’re still around?” you text her.

“Damn. I guess I missed the opportunity to give you my number using a bad pick up line,” she responded immediately. So she does know my name.

“Haha, I asked Bianca for it, hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. She couldn’t deliver the line as good as me anyway.”

“Then I have to hear it.”

“It’s better in person, and unfortunately for you, I did leave without signing out accidentally, had a lot on my mind tonight.”

“Damn, that’s okay. I’ll sign out for you then, no biggie,” no biggie? are you serious, who says that?

“Thank you! I owe you one for sure. I’ll bring you Starbucks on Sunday before PR stuff.”

“You really don’t have to, it’s really not a big deal.”

“Oh please, you’re too good to not be praised.”

Calm. Down.

“I try,” God, I suck at flirting, “but anyway, I hope you get some rest, you deserve it.”

“We’ll see what happens. See you soon, love!”

Butterflies were completely alive in your stomach when you read those last words. You couldn’t help the blush forming on your face to cause another crew member to ask you what you’re smiling at so hard. You tell them it was a funny post that a friend sent and they seemed to believe you. You shoved your phone in your back pocket and went on with your nightly duties, cleaning up after everyone, making sure nothing was left behind. Though Raw was on Monday’s, there was always so much to do during the week before the show. Obviously you had to travel, but it took about a day or two to set up the ring and LED walls, lights and other things necessary for the show to run smoothly.

The rest of the week went by quickly, thankfully. You and Rhea had been texting quite literally nonstop, asking about this and that, sometimes talking about nothing just so that you could text each other. You’d send memes and pictures of your animals with the same in return. You kept trying to flirt with her through text and she seemed to flirt back but you were never good about wooing a woman, they always did it to you. Something about a dominant woman really got your gears grinding, and Rhea happened to be just that.

Sunday came and you woke in the hotel room, groggy but another day, another dollar. You showered and got ready for the day in about an hour. You didn’t have to wear your normal uniform today since no cameras were being live-streamed everywhere. Once you arrived, you checked yourself in at the arena showing your badge to the security, grabbing your headset and headed to your station. You stood at the door making sure everyone signed in, this was your usual job on Sunday’s. It was easy and fun to chat with the Pros of the day before they got in their gear for shooting some extras.

Whispers began as the buff goth woman walked towards you with two coffee’s in her hand, “Hey baby!” she said as per usual.

“Heyyyy!” the butterflies were definitely fluttering.

“I said I owed you so here you go,” she handed you the drink.

“I completely forgot! Thank you!” You took a sip and hummed at the delicious brew.

“Anything for you,” she winked. She signed in and went on her way.

You heard the faint giggling of your coworkers behind you. You threw them a look and they scurried away still giggling. Rolling your eyes, you check that everyone has made it on time and began the rest of your work day.

It wasn’t too long of a day but what made it seem like forever was that Rhea wasn’t texting you. Time flew by for you when you were talking to her, like nothing else mattered. You kept checking your phone to see if she had any time to send you something, anything but no luck.

A few hours have passed and you realized you hadn’t eaten anything all day, so you head to the snack table. All kinds of fruits, vegetables, candy and other things of that nature stared back at you. Nothing seemed appealing you were so hungry so you opted for an apple.

“Hey sweet cheeks,” an australian accent said behind you.

You turn around with a smile, “Hey! What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with me?” Her arms crossed as she leaned on the wall beside her with her foot crossed over the other with her icy blue eyes scanning up and down your body.

You couldn’t help but shiver, how long has she been standing there, “sure! What do you suggest?”

“Come to the locker room in a few and we’ll figure it out from there, I have one more thing to finish,” she began to walk towards you.

Your heart beat faster, your breath was slowly leaving your lungs, calm down, breathe. The tattooed hand lands itself on your shoulder before sliding down your arm as she gives you a gentle smile. She snatched the apple out of your hand and takes a bite, the whole time she kept eye contact with you. Chewing away, she gave you an apple filled grin and handed back the apple.

“S-sure,” You force out, taking back the fruit.

“Great! I’ll be waiting,” she walks off behind you with the sound of her boots trailing off.

I’m so down bad, it’s embarrassing.

The time finally came but you were frozen just outside of the locker room. Everyone else had already left for lunch saying bye to you on their way out, so you were just left there, standing, shaking, trying muster up any confidence possible to just walk inside.

Your foot barely left the floor when the buff woman came out, “there you are, took you long enough. C’mon.”

You stumble your way in, watching her go back to what she was doing.

After a few seconds of silence, “Please, sit. You’re making me nervous,” she laughs, putting the last few items of her things in a bag.

You do as your told.

She sits down in front of you, “What do you want to eat? My treat!” She leans back making herself comfortable, which apparently includes manspreading.

You, you thought, “I’m down for whatever,” you say instead.

“Oh, c’mon, there isn’t anything your craving?”

You try your best to not stare at her legs that are wide open in front of you where you could easily get on your knees and-

“Hey,” she waves a hand in front of you, “you good, babe?”

“W-what? Oh…yeah, sorry,” your face begins to feel hot, “what was the question?”

“I asked if you wanted to fuck,” she said, incredibly serious.

Your eyes widened as you choked on air.

“You’re so funny when you’re nervous,” she laughs, “I asked what you wanted for lunch.”

“Nervous? Who said I was nervous?” you laugh…nervously.

“Uh huh,” she leans forward on her elbows resting on her knees, “maybe the fact that you tense up when I’m around, or the fact that you’d stumble your words when we talk or the fact that you stood outside the locker room for five minutes before I basically had to drag you in here,” she leaned back into her previous position, “maybe, that.”

Your face was now fully red, “I-”

“Admit it, (y/n),” she leans forward once more, licked her lips followed by biting her bottom lip as her eyes fell to your mouth then back up to your eyes, “You… have a crush on me.”

No words could form in your head to make a coherent thought. You sat there, beet red, mouth agape, staring at the wrestler inches, if not centimeters, front of you.

She reached out to close your mouth gently, but held your chin for longer than was definitely necessary. “Don’t worry,” her hand pulls you into her as she closes the gap between you, kissing you, “I like you too,” she admits.

“There’s no way,” you push back, “you can’t.”

She was surprised at your response, “what do you mean I can’t.”

“I mean,” you struggle to find the words but they come anyway, “you’re… you! Rhea Ripley, Mami, the one everyone either wants to be or be with. You’re so…attractive and cool and buff and…and hot! There’s no way YOU have a crush on ME. Out of all the people in the world, you like me? There’s no way…no way!” You stand and start pacing around the chair.

She rolls her eyes, “listen I know I flirt with a lot of people here but I’ve never thought of kissing them for the fun of it.”

You stop in your tracks, contemplating, then, “exactly you flirt with everyone so how was I supposed to know that this was any different until now,” you start pacing again.

She huffs and stands to walk in front of you. She grabs your face, this time with both hands pulling you in for another kiss. She held this for much longer than last time and of course you kissed her back. She finally lets go but is still holding your face in fear of you pacing again, “does that prove it?”

You hesitate, looking up at her helplessly, “I don’t know, do it again.” Where the confidence suddenly came from, you had no clue but you couldn’t stop now.

She smiled as her eyes beamed with hunger. She kisses you once more, but this time was different. Your lips moved against hers like they were meant to be, your hands found their way to her waist pulling her in closer. Her hands became tangled in your hair as you thank your past self for not putting it up like usual.

“How about that?” she breathes heavily.

“Hmm,” you tap your chin jokingly, “I still don’t believe you. Can you try something else?”

Her face scrunched with confusion for a split second before she caught your drift, “getting cheeky are we?” she smiles.

In one quick motion, she picks you up with a yelp escaping you, wrapping your legs around her hips as she starts to kiss you again. It was only a few steps before she reached the couch and practically slammed you down on your back with her on top of you.

She grew a face of concern, “Oh, shit, sorry that was a bit rough, you okay?”

“Don’t worry about being too rough,” said the mysterious confidence.

She cocked an eyebrow before her evil grin finally came into play, “Don’t tell me that,” she admits.

“Please,” your voice was shaky, “do literally whatever you want to me,” you held her face to make sure she knew you were serious, “please fuck me into oblivion.”

“Who knew the nice girl would be such a slut,” she finally turned on her dominant side.

Your underwear was already soaked from the second she spread her legs in front of you, but hearing her call you a slut could’ve sent you over the edge right then but you needed to hold off so you could savor the moment.

“God, yes,” you groan.

With that she forcefully kisses you once more. Your legs still wrapped around her, she sits up breaking them apart, staring hungrily trying to decide what to do with you. You take the opportunity to throw your headset to the floor after quickly turning it off. She readjusts herself, then heads back down to begin kissing and nipping at your neck. Small moans fall from your lips as she smiles into every new kiss from hearing you. When she starts to head back up to your chin, her hand finds its way under your waistband, thank god I wore yoga pants, you thought.

Her hand was slowly creeping its way into your underwear. Your hands were anywhere they could go, her hair, her neck, her back, her arms as she was back to kissing you, roughly. Finally reaching your hot center, she moans into your mouth, “damn baby. Is this all because of me?” she runs her fingers through your wet folds.

“Mhmm,” you whimper, bucking your hips at the new sensation.

“I should’ve said something sooner,” she begins to draw small circles over your clit.

“Y-yes,” you struggle to speak.

She hums in response quickening her pace before going back to kissing your neck. Your back arched as she ran her fingers through your wetness once more, moaning in the process.

A few more circles were drawn and you were becoming desperate for more and quickly. You sneak your hand to meet hers inside your pants, moving her hand to push her fingers inside of you. She understands and does it just right.

“Fuck,” slips out of you.

“You’re so desperate,” she growls slowly moving two fingers as far into you as possible.

“God yes,” you whine as she begins to slowly pump in and out of you causing more moans to fall from your mouth.

“If only I knew you were such a slut, I would’ve fucked you much sooner,” she admits. Her pace quickens, “I mean look at you, squirming under me, such a pretty sight.”

You couldn’t fathom any words. Literally nothing came to mind other than, “holy fuck,” which you didn’t say consciously.

“I can tell your close, baby,” she was right, “don’t hold back.”

By now, she was fucking you so hard you felt your titties bouncing and her eyes on them. You couldn’t help but smile at her wickedly. You grabbed her face forcefully pulling it in for more kissing so that the noises that were about to escape you, wouldn’t be too loud in case someone walked by.

A whimper escaped every time the tattooed fingers hit inside of you. The pressure in your hips rose so quickly you couldn’t hold off if you tried.

“Yesss, that’s it baby….cum for me,” she snarled in your ear.

The wave of release finally hit you, “oh FUUCK,” as you bounced. Your back arching, loud moans were quickly softened by her mouth as she continued to fuck you through it.

She wasn’t stopping there though, “you feel so good, baby,” as she continued pumping in and out of you, “now do it again.”

You couldn’t help but moan and nod your head desperately. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build back up again, she readjusted her hand so that she was hitting your sweet spot every time she pounded into you.

“Holy fuck,” you grasp for air, “please don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

After a few more seconds of vigorous movements, you cum once more, spilling out all over her hand. Groaning louder than before as your legs began to shake and your hips jerking against her motions. Your back arched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head causing her to hold you down as best she could so you wouldn’t fall off the couch.

“Good girl,” she eased you through it, kissing every inch of your neck. She slowly removed her hand from you, bringing it up to her mouth and sucking her coated fingers clean. Your eyes widened at the sight.

“Open,” she commanded.

So you open your mouth and she sticks her fingers inside, without hesitation you sucked yourself off of her. Never in a million years did you think this would be happening, trembling under her after she just made you cum, twice in 10 minutes.

Once she decided you were done, she pulled her hand out and stood up, placing her hands on her hips. “Now do you believe me?”

You nod because you couldn’t think of anything else to say, you’re lying there, panting and helpless staring at the dark haired woman above you.

“Good. Now what do you want to eat?” she smirks.

[reticent-writer]

Blood demon art: Plants P1, P2, P3, P4(current), P5, P6,

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'Father?'

'Why did you leave' his voice boomed in your head giving you a headache.

'Answer me'

'I wanted to go outside. I wanted to see real flowers.'

'You foolish child, you put yourself in danger, in the hands of the enemy. I cannot see to your safety if you are not here.' He was beyond angry and you could feel it.

You didn't even realize Rengoku had picked you up cause you head was pounding.

"Y/n are you alright." His voice was gentle as he spoke, it was kinda weird to hear that tone from him. You nodded in response.

The train station wasn't that far, you could see and hear the unfamiliar sound of the train engine as it stopped for the people to get on.

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You and Rengoku got your seats on the train. You sat next to him as he as started to eat an ungodly amount of bento boxes.

"You would like some Y/n. It might be awhile before you eat again." He grabbed a bento, opened it and offered it to you.

"No, thank you I'm good."

"Alright then... Umai."

A bunch of Umai's later (and you getting secondhand embarrassment) Rengoku's eating was interrupted by 3 demon slayers, One of which wore Hanafuda.

Muzan taught you to be afraid of the one who wore hanafuda earrings. 'He is stronger than I, if you ever come across him run.' he would say. As if you blood and body reacted on its own you broke out in a cold sweat, while pushing as far away from the boy as possible.

"h-hanafuda." unfortunately Rengoku didn't hear your frail voice as he invited the boy to sit with him as the other 2 sat elsewhere.

He placed the box across from you and sat across from Rengoku.

"And what brings the 3 of you here? a mission." He asked

"Yes, he were ordered to join you, We received a message from a crow which let us know casualties on this train were on the rise."

"Ah, that's why your here. Understood."

As the conversation went on you relaxed a bit. The box got your attention now, as if the boy wasn't even there in the first place.

There's a demon in there. You can sense it.

(never realized how dry the start of this conversation was)

Getting off the seat, you reached out for the box but your hands your grabbed by the flame Hashira.

"Theres a demon in there. Let her be."

"Oh ok." Rengoku picked you up and sat you back down.

"I have to say I'm surprised, to say that they're Muzan's child they don't smell anything like him." The hanafuda boy commented causing you to hide under Rengoku's Haori.

"OH, I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you."

He would introduced himself to you if it was for the other two demons slayers causing a ruckus.

One of them was halfway out the widows shouting about how he wanted to race the train while the other was pulling him back in. Rengoku stopped them both saying.

"I wouldn't, who knows when a demon might appear."

"Wait DEMONS show up on this train. I thought we were meeting up this them not trapped with them." The one with orange and yellow hair screeched.

'my goodness he is loud' you mentally sighed while covering your ears.

'who ever shows up please shut him up first.'

You stopped you self a that thought. You never wanted to kill anything before, is it because of your fathers influence on you.

"May I... See your... Tickets please." A voice dry and low said as he walked down the Aisle.

The ticket puncher.

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Tag list: @american-idiot21, @unhappy-filling

I genuinely forgot about this. my bad.

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR rambles wanna know what's funnier than 24? ...25

Huh so Vio's confusion from earlier makes a lot more sense.

Link was shutting them off from listening much again...

Nice going Link.

I'm sure this isn't causing massive communication issues or smth...

I think this just speaks to how LITTLE Link trusts Vio to sympathize with his mental health struggles that he just cuts him out of it all together.

Also the dialogue here for the middle panel:

Vio doesn't KNOW for a fact Blue was in on those conversations...but it's a fact he WAS thus him being there in the visual representation. Vio isn't actually aware of Blue being in on it.

I'm sure he's at the point of questioning that though...

I wouldn't say it's Blue and Green with trust issues Red, it's Link X'D

And he for sure DOES distrust you.

Furthering the point Link is broken thus the team is broken.

Shadow drops by cause the convo with Zelda is done (Jeez it's been awhile since I've looked at these pages lmao)

And Vio asks about his hair which...FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT.

Answer a question with a question...nice one Shadow Link. 🙄

He's very sensitive about the ganon hair haha.

Which is why I think his questioning on if Vio LIKES IT is genuine even if it's there to steer the convo somewhere else.

Vio's too smart.

Though, Red weirdly wants vio to stfu about actually ASKING...Which uh...

I'd like to remind you of THIS PANEL where Link's purposely being obtuse about the Triforce on his own hand after their Triforce discussion.

Then we get to shitpost territory with Shadow burying the lead on Dark to talk about how he and Green had sex. Which just...

OKAY SHADOW X'D

Vio's response is...interesting.

I think this is where a lot of people might have realized this is a poly story lmfao.

Vio gives no fucks in fact he seems INTO IT despite him saying he "Doesn't care" sure buddy.

Vio and Shadow's "Relationship" is up in the air on what the hell it even IS at this point and Vio is butt at hiding the fact he loves Green soooo.

Works out for both that they like Green. XD

Red's over here losing his shit.

Shadow AGAIN brushes over Dark just calling him someone they need to be introduced to....Lmfao.

Vio's mention of looking for Blue is kinda sweet. He cares. Shadow on the other hand knows Dark's handling it so is fine with leaving poor blue 😭

And red.

lmfao. Bye Red.

Genuinely giving him ANYTHING to do early on was...DIFFICULT.

I have a story thread for him but BUILDING to that was...Not fun for his character X'D

So often he got shafted but I hope when he has his time to shine people enjoy it haha.

Sad boy hours.

Blue's back though!

...This is so random but I'm so glad I started doing colored text boxes I gotta THINK who's talking reading back on these X'DDDD

Green's so sweet giving Blue a lil hug.

Poor Green's frazzled out of his mind and Blue's just struggling to talk emotions.

They're a mess. X'D

This entire interaction is so funny to me.

"What did he DO...?" GREEN. WHAT DO YOU THINK!?

I think Blue's justified in being a LITTLE irked that this weird curse entity was sent to get him instead of one of his teammates X'D

but also: they had no idea where he ran off too lmfao. Dark Link's got a Link radar he can find him easy.

One of those things where there was no GOOD solution to this and Green did the best he could, but Blue's frustration imo is still very justified.

Poor Green trying to rationalize his choices and Blue's just like "Stfu"

And smacks Dark link X'D

Poor Dark.

"you look like a dumbass with a squid on his head" might be one of my favorite FSR blue lines.

Green's addition of "i feel like a dumbass" is so stupid XDDD

Green's beyond strung out just letting Dark sit on his head while him and Blue talk about wtf they're gonna do about this.

It's really fun looking back into this transition period where half the cast knew about Dark and the others didn't really.

I remember wanting to push past it quickly because I wanted to get to juicy territory and interactions.

...I love Dark hugging Green's hair. He's so cute.

it's worth mentioning AGAIN that Green and Blue have VERY DIFFRENT experiences with Dark with EACH OTHER but ESPECIALLY VIO.

Dark TORTURED that dude lmfao.

Vio met ALPHA BUILD DARK LINK LMFAO

Green chastising Dark for doing his typical shit with Blue lmfao.

HE TRIED GREEN HE REALLY DID.

"Blue is the color of difficult" will now proceed to live rent free in Blue's mind X'DDDD

I'm sure I've mentioned it but Dark Link struggles to speak properly in this form. (it's a form that doesn't require him much effort or energy to maintain thus...doesn't have a lot of "Features" lmfao.)

Blue pulls Dark off poor Green's head to give him head scratches.

I'd panic if I sat on Blue's bare thighs too Dark. Look at him go polite gentleman.

Blue's being HONEST with his FEELInGS.

What a treat.

Dark smacked some sense into him during that fight hah.

Poor Blue has anxiety about being Link now. Poor dude.

Blue just wants to get intros over and done with knowing stuff's gonna be hard. But uhhh....

Dark Link isn't a fan.

Lmfao.

Didn't have him turn back into his hylian form to sit in Blue's lap wym.

Poor Dark doesn't wanna do stuff with people rn. he's burnt out.

Which...FAIR.

Dude had a meltdown with Blue he's exhausted.

Green's genuine horror paired with "WHAT DID YOU DO!?" just reminds me of that scene from the Cuphead show where King Dice shouts the same thing X"DDD

Though: it's kinda sad that Dark was 100% right in being nervous/hesitant to meet the others...

Green's protective Blue that's his baby!

Obligatory Dark says smth fucking weird cause it's funny.

Green's willing to let Dark have a break while...Blue has a good point too.

Poor Green doesn't get the peace he wants. 😭

meanwhile Dark's just blatantly staring at Blue X'D And he's put off by it.

Blue...c'mere I got a secret-

HE LIKES YOU-

Being a dick won't push him away Blue. He's in love with VAATI you're a drop in the bucket in terms of rudeness.

it's been established: Dark doesn't know how to handle being PERSEIVED at the moment. Especially by the Links. He's still super shy.

Poor Dark, blue makes fun of his stutter. 😭

Green rightfully tells him off

Dark holding their hands is so sweet.

He's someone that holds his heart on his sleeve to his own detriment. Just wanting them to know he's happy to be with them and that the day is nice (presumably because he's with them.)

Blue's being a bit of a negative butt but concedes a bit when Green says he's happy too.

Him poofing back to being his "Squid" form on Green's face just personally is funny.

It's so silly and cements he has ZERO idea of personal space.

It's even worse for Green because Green's scared of tentacles. 😭 (wanna have that brought up at some point...but it's due to the vaati fight)

Lmfao. Red you're so annoying.

"ARE WE THERE YET!?"

Literally third wheeling the Vidow X'DD

Vio out here starting shit lmfao.

Shadow knows too.

LMFAO Vio trying to find solutions is uh...KINDA an issue now hah.

He's super out of the loop about the curse now so...ouch.

Vio's being a bit of a bitch boy about it because he's bitter.

Reasonably so but ooomf.

Vio my duuuude...pls c'mon man. Act mature. 😭

Vio casually tipping right over Blue's current anxieties about going back to that. Which...Blue has zero self control so NOW WE'RE DEEP IN SHIT LMFAO.

And Vio's response is FAIR.

Link cut him out so much he's missing a FUCK ton of context about how BAD it was for everyone.

NICE GOING LINK.

Blue's ALSO pretty justified in being PAST the point of WANTING to discuss things with Vio due to how dismissive he's been about their pain.

it's a self fulfilling cycle of bullshit they've trapped themselves in.

Blue really fucked up in mentioning that Link's basically NOT gonna happen anymore in saying "We're not compatible as a person"

Lmfao not red hiding behind the couch. Coward, Vio feels ALONE right now in wanting to return to being Link, and you're the only one VAGLEY on his side. And instead of trying to mediate or help he just leaves Vio to get more and more defensive as Blue yells at him till he runs away to Link's room.

Well damn.

Everyone's expressions after Vio throws his tantrum is...INTERESTING.

Green's HORRIFIED and he's glitching WAY more than before.

Blue's in shock. Probably at how CHILDISH that response was not expecting vio to blow up at him back.

Shadow's also equally horrified as Green.

Red...Red's weird.

Red just stares kind of unfazed. Mild surprise maybe.

"huh...weird" kind of face.

That's quickly brushed by though with Green starting to glitch WORSE.

Blue's concerned.

Green starts gooping. And not in the fun way.

Blue tries to console him and gets...Corrupted for a lack of a better term.

His arm corrupting into Green's.

Link's body contortions and glitching are real similar to this.

It's been shown a few times that their mental state affects their appearance, but NOW it can affect OTHERS appearances.

Green at this point has been pushed to stress and anxiety till he broke poor guy, he's been worried about everyone's safety and been trying to do what would help them and it just hasn't worked out.

Shadow's stuck not sure what to do. As a Shadow he was forced to do NOTHING while Link had moments like this.

Blue snaps him out of it taking charge.

I've always considered Blue second in command. ESPECIALLY in FSR.

He was the only other color Link trusted enough to confide in other than Green and able to pull his head out of his butt to help Green AND Vio in this situation.

Blue's VERY aware of WHY Green's panicking rn. (he's worried vio's going to harm himself in some way...not a stretch to make that assumption and it's brought up later but YEAH that's why he freaked out.)

Vio just needed to have a bitch fit in his room for a bit though and didn't mean to cause that fear.

If he knew I don't think he would have left quite in that way.

but again: Link kinda shot them in the foot leaving half the team aware of shit and the other half NOT.

Either way Shadow's got a job to do.

Lmfao

"Damn it link... you ass" makes me laugh. Blue's so terrible with words.

Turns out Blue mainly was on team "let's not be link!" BECAUSE he was worried about Green having too much shit on his shoulders.

HE WASN'T WRONG.

Some interesting thoughts there pal.

I've always wondered what kind of pressure Green must have felt to be LIKE Link and also be the leader.

Like that's double pressure there.

Being link but BETTER while only being a 1/4th of him sounds like such a task weighing his mentality down.

He's only assigned to that role because...well he's wearing GREEN. not really because of any other reason.

He's just as dumb as the other three.

I've always found it interesting, usually the leader type characters are the Vio's of the group.

Book smart and a bit stuck up.

but instead we get green and...I've joked he's diet Link but fr lol he KINDA IS.

What he lacks makes his personality more so than what he HAS.

His selfishness and ego getting removed making him IMEDIATELY want to work together for instance.

Anyway green analysis aside, Blue acknowledging he fucked up here is good.

The completely black background making you ONLY focus on these two talking was for good reason, Green's weird word bubbles too.

Reality feels like it's breaking around them and if this was voice acted I imagine Green's voice sounding distorted and disjointed here.

Like this is just his thoughts repeating to himself about what Link BEGGED him to do.

Both their glitching just getting worse as the paneling goes by.

Green's all sorts of fucked up. over leaving the other three because he was angry at them. So much guilt is harbored there now over that action.

Also I just wanna point out how brave Blue is.

Touching Green is PAINFUL for him, he yanked his hand back when he touched him initially. He also SAW the corruption it left behind and still chose to hug him here.

Like for all he knows they could become that Link monster thing again but he cares more about Green than that.

Blue's the goat.

Everyone telling Green stuff he's needed to hear.

Even Dark came out to help.

Dark's lines are super fun just because mmmmm it gets into Dark and Green's relationship and i like Darkgreen XD

Green did MASSIVELY change Dark's mission by appealing to his desire to be a hero and changing his mind.

Without Green the others would be SO COOKED.

Dark doesn't consider his mission a failure because he changed course a little and neither should Green.

They're very sweet for each other. QuQ

Not them slapping each other with pillows like children. 😭

Vio, Shadow, you both are too old for this shit.

I flip flop between finding this scene funny or disturbing.

I mean at the end of the day it's a couple smacking the shit out of each other due to their emotional issues. 😭 That's not healthy.

But also...the imagery is so silly looking and they're not actually HURTING each other.

Idk I feel like you could look at it either way.

Shadow mentions it here, but Green was worried about Vio's physical safety. Which....Vio doesn't get. Because Link wanting to game end himself has been NOT shared with him.

Vio's deep in his own insecurity atm.

This is a reference to what was said in the OG manga , that everyone was holding Vio back buuuut our purple buddy feels differently.

Especially with how he feels really bad rejection at the moment.

Vio wrongly assumes people don't want to be link because HE'S THERE. Which isn't true.

Shadow feels bad cause a lot of their issues are wrapped up in the whole Vidow arc of the manga lmfao.

Shadow feeling his OWN guilt over waking Link up which...Dark called it just sayin-

Also points out that Blue "is an ass" but yeah Blue could have worded himself better here. X'D

...We reached the image cap ouch. X'D

Continued vidow later on muahah.

[acetonelungz]

Jaws

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4

“Please state your name for the record.”

“Collette Swanson.”

Price at a small computer in front of him, his eyes darting between you and the small device. “What is your rank and who are you with?”

“First Lieutenant in special operations for the United States Army.” She played with her dirt filled fingernails, attempting to remove what filth she could. She still hadn’t gotten a shower.

“Can you explain the events leading up to your capture?”

Collette took a deep breath in, gathering her thoughts and memories.

“We were heading back from a mission we previously completed. It was both a failure and success. Failure because we crossed the Romanians, success because we completed what was asked of us.

We were driving back from our mission, about to cross the border when we were attacked.

There were two trucks. The first one had me, Captain Dean Wellfire, and private Corbin Wilson. Wellfire got shot and Wilson got his throat cut.

The second truck had private Jane Larson, Kevin McHeal, and Kennedy James. Their truck had drove over a planted hmx explosive or at least that’s what I overheard.

I got shot in my stomach, but i survived because the bullet missed any important functions. They knew they couldn’t have me running off to tell the government what happened so they took me as a prisoner.”

Captain Price took a deep breath, “What was the success of the mission you were completing?”

“I’m afraid I wont be answering that Captain, I’m not sure what is classified or not.” She offered him a forced small smile.

‘This is different.’ Price thought, your demeanor has changed. Maybe it’s the safety aspect of things? Or realizing that you were rescued from a hell hole?

“I don’t give a shit tell us.” Ghost barked from his corner.

She slowly turned her head, making eye contact with him. Suddenly saying, “Your mother should’ve swallowed you.”

Soft spot, she thought as the burly man came stomping towards her. He gripped the collar of her shirt tightly before being ripped off by Price.

“Both of you outta cut this shit out. Ghost she was just rescued from being held hostage for six months! And you! We are your allies you are to treat us with the same respect you’d treat your mates and superiors!”

“Yes Captain.” Both said in unison.

“Now,” He paused. “I’ll be showin you to the women’s barracks. You’ll shower and what not there. Don’t get into it with the other women.” He warned.

They both made their way out the door, Jaws being sure to give Ghost a glare on the way out. He only huffed in response.

After she showered and changed, it was about time for dinner.

Heading towards the cafeteria she heard a familiar voice call her out. When she looked she came to see the same guy from earlier, Soap was it?

“Hiya little lady, how has it been?” He strolled with her.

“Been rough but ‘m workin through it.” She offered him a small smile.

“Say, I never got your name?”

“You can call me Jaws.”

“Oh?” He questioned. “Why that nickname?”

“For a few different reasons. One because of my teeth and how they’re kinda pointy, two because I have a mouth on me, and three because my bite is meaner than my bark.”

He chuckled, “Suppise I should take that as a warning.”

“Do what you will with it.”

Soap led the way to a table inhabiting two other people, Price and some other member.

“Jaws this is Gaz, Gaz this is Jaws.” Price introduced.

“Hi.”

“Ah, so you’re the american hostage.”

“Wanna free vasectomy?”

“My apologies.”

Stifled laughs filled the table, soon to be shut down but Gaz’s glare. From there usual small talk was amongst the men, she decided to just observe though. Who were they? And how do they interact with people?

Silence soon encased the table. All eyes laid what she thought to be on her, until she turned around only to see Ghost there.

“Aye Simon, haven’t seen you here in awhile. You comin to sit mate?” Soap said giddily.

Ghost grunted in acknowledgment. He sat directly in front of the blonde to purposely piss her off.

Mission accomplished he thought while she glared at him.

“Whas wrong Swanson? Seems your britches are bundled.”

“Oh you mother fucker-“

[watchyoubloom]

late night talking | drw x f!reader

danny x f!reader | fluff, some suggestive dialogue | no warnings (minors dni tho please n thx)

summary: some post-show aftercare for danny after playing a few shows in a row starts to catch up to him.

hi! happy wagner wednesday! this is just a whole lot of fluff pretty much. (this is my first fic in this fandom! let me know what you think 🙈 my asks are open for ideas/prompts/requests!)

———

It’s late when he gets back, but that’s normal. You’d come home after the show ended, knowing the band had a couple of post-show interviews scheduled and not wanting to be too in the way. Danny had insisted you wouldn’t be, and you knew he meant it— knew all the guys did, when they asked if you were sure you had to leave. But they’d just finished the last show of a three show stint back home, and you knew they’d be tied up with interviews and photo ops for awhile. And besides— you had something you wanted to do.

“It’s fine,” you’d said, pushing up on your toes to press a kiss to the bottom of Danny’s chin. He’d ducked his head and caught your lips immediately after in a quick peck, and you’d smiled against his mouth, pressing one more kiss to his lips before backing away, not wanting to get too into it. “I’ll see you at home.”

“‘Course, baby,” Danny had murmured, reaching out to pull you back in for a quick hug. He pressed a kiss to your temple and swatted at your backside, unable to help himself. “See you soon.”

You’d winked at him and said goodbye to everyone else, heading out with one of the security guys to where you’d been told to park your car earlier that afternoon.

Now, you listen as you hear the telltale signs of Danny getting home. You hear him toe his shoes off at the door, hear the thud of his bag on the floor beside them, and then, right on cue—“Baby?”

“In here,” you call softly. You’re sitting in the living room, on the couch, the only light a lamp in the corner and some candles on the coffee table.

“You shower yet?” Danny asks as he pads down the hallway. “Wanna join—“ You watch as he rounds the corner into the living room. He sees your setup, and you take in his face as he realizes what you’ve got planned.

“How did you know?” He asks sheepishly, stepping into the room. “I barely flinched.”

“Saw the flinch. And saw you trying to stretch it out after Dreams,” you answer and tilt your head up to accept the kiss he’s leaning in to give you. “And yeah, I showered already. Why don’t you go ahead?”

“God, yes. I’m gross. Was hoping you’d have waited for me, though…” Danny teases, then leans in and kisses you again. “Thanks for coming tonight. And the other nights, too.”

“Wouldn’t have missed it,” you reply, smiling up at him. “Now go. I’ll be waiting.”

It doesn’t take long for Danny to return to you, freshly showered and changed into a pair of comfy shorts. He’s foregone a shirt, and you let yourself take him in, all long and lean and muscly as he ambles over to you.

“See something you like?” Danny asks, cheeky, smiling at you.

“Always,” you answer immediately. You pat the spot beside you on the couch and then turn so you’re leaning against the arm rest, splaying your legs open and resting one against the back of the couch. Danny walks over and sits in between your thighs, his back to your chest, and leans his head back against your shoulder. His hair is still up in a towel, and you know he probably only left it up so he wouldn’t get you soaking wet when he leaned on you.

Once he’s situated, you press a kiss to the top of his cheek, just under the corner of his eye. “Does it hurt now?” You ask, your lips still brushing his skin. You touch your hand lightly to his right shoulder. “Do you need some Advil, maybe?”

“Not right now,” Danny answers honestly. “Want me to scoot?”

“Just a smidge,” you reply, and grab the small vial of essential oil from the coffee table, just in arms reach. “So tall.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Danny shoots back, but he slides a little further down the couch so you have better access to his shoulders and neck. You’d tried this with him laying down on his stomach, before, but had found that the best relief came from him still sitting up somewhat upright. “So small.”

“Shut up, I’m of perfectly average height,” you fire back back as you pour a few drops of the essential oil into your hands, rubbing your palms together for a second before sliding your arms over Danny’s shoulders and cupping your palms in front of him. “Deep breath,” you command gently.

Danny, knowing the routine, inhales deeply through his nose, taking in the scent of the lavender essential oil. You’d picked this one for two reasons: firstly, because it’s relaxing—but mainly because it’s Danny’s favorite. He holds his breath for a count before exhaling, already sinking a little farther back into you as he starts to relax. Once he’s repeated the inhale-exhale cycle a few times, you bring your hands to his shoulders and start to work your fingers into the tight muscles.

“Oof,” Danny grimaces a little when your thumb finds the spot you know is bothering him.

“Sorry,” you reply, instantly lightening your touch further.

“No, s’good,” Danny assures you. “Hurts. But it’s helping.”

It doesn’t happen often, but every once in awhile, Danny plays hard enough during a show that he reaggravates an old golf injury. It rarely bothers him, but you’re used to his tells- you even remember the original injury, though the two of you were just friends then— and had seen him wince a little tonight somewhere during the extensive drum and guitar solo in The Weight of Dreams. Their stint back home had been exciting for all the guys, and the energy at each show had been truly electric, but tonight had been absolutely unreal. Plus, with it being the last of three shows, it wasn’t that surprising that Danny re-pulled the muscle.

You work his shoulders and neck, your thumb applying pressure where you know he holds tension, working at a knot just in between his shoulder blades.

“Holy shit,” Danny mutters as you smooth your hands over his shoulders and down his arms. “How are you so good at that?”

“Gee, I wonder,” you reply, bringing your palms back up from his elbows to his biceps, then up to his shoulders again. “Could it be that I’ve been giving you massages for literal years?”

“No, that can’t be it,” Danny replies, and you know without seeing his face that there’s a hint of a smile teasing at his lips. “Gotta be magic, or something.”

“Oh, that too,” you agree, going along with it. “Sammy and I were practicing our spells the other night when you went to get the food.”

“So thaaaat’s why he looks taller,” Danny jokes. “He tried to tell me he was working on his posture.”

You huff out a laugh as you finish up your massage. “All done,” you say, punctuating it with a kiss to Danny’s cheek. You tug at the edge of the towel. “Want me to braid your hair?”

“Can’t move,” comes Danny’s reply, although he immediately contradicts himself and moves, flipping himself over so he’s facing you, still laying between your legs. He lays his head against your sternum, basically burying his face in between your breasts, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Thought you couldn’t move, hm?” You ask, the fingertips of one hand still dancing across his back, his shoulders.

“Couldnt,” Danny answers, voice slightly muffled. “But then I realized I’d be so much more comfy like this.”

You’re still leaning against the arm rest, so you wiggle your way down the couch a little. Danny moves with you, not giving up his current position, until you’re situated with your head against the arm rest and him laying comfortably atop you.

“Need to do your hair,” you murmur, lips pressed to Danny’s forehead. “Wanna pull it up?”

“I’ll fix it in the morning,” comes Danny’s reply, voice already heavy with sleep.

“Baby,” you sing-song, dancing your fingers along his spine. “Can’t fall asleep here, it’ll fuck up all my hard work on your back.”

“Just a nap,” Danny insists, somehow managing to burrow even further into the softness of your breasts. He’s wedged an arm under you, grasping you around the waist like a pillow, and his other hand cups your breast. “So comfy here. Favorite place.”

“You’re an idiot,” you laugh, gasping when he brushes a thumb across your nipple. “Daniel.”

“Baby.”

“Thought you were sleepy?” Your breath catches as he does it again, accompanying the movement over your nipple with a kiss to the soft skin of your breast, exposed from where the neckline of your tank top has been dragged down.

“Am sleepy,” Danny answers. “Also want you. Wanted you so bad after the show, then your magic hands—“

He trails off, and you smile, pressing another kiss to his forehead. “My magic hands?”

You’ve been running your fingertips up and down his spine as you lay there, feeling as his breathing slows and becomes deeper, more rhythmic. It takes him awhile to answer you, this time, getting closer and closer to succumbing to rest.

“Magic hands went and put me to sleep.”

[beaker1636]

Permanent Mark - Nicholas Ruffilo Smut

AN: This kinda spilled out, I'm really glad though because something finally broke my slump... so I hope ya'll enjoy!!

You let out a soft sigh as you stand outside the tattoo shop, hyping yourself up for this as you have never gotten a tattoo this large before.  You have wanted to get your owl tattoo for awhile now, and when you saw Nicholas’ work you knew you wanted him to do it, his style something that you enjoyed. 

Maybe that’s your problem though. One, he is the bassist of one of your favorite bands and you are going to have to sit and act like you aren’t a weird fangirl.  Two, the two of you haven’t met in person, you have had to communicate over email and messages because of his tour, so your first time meeting and talking to him his hands are going to be all over your thighs. And three, you find him attractive, very attractive so him having his hands on you is going to be a slight distraction for you.

You finally decide to walk in, making your way towards the front desk to check in, Nicholas greeting you with a smile.

“I was wondering when you would finally walk in, that nervous about this?” He asks, teasing you lightly, trying to help you relax.

“No, not that nervous, just excited.  I have wanted this tattoo for awhile, and based on your sketches I know it’ll be awesome,” you respond, hoping that you don’t come across like a weird fangirl or anything.

“I can understand that, I actually already stenciled up the one that you said you liked if you are ready to come back,” he asks, starting to lead you back towards his chair, still with a soft smile on his face, wanting you to feel comfortable.

You follow behind, waiting for him to show you the stencil and size. 

“I know we talked about it and that it’s a thigh piece, if we need to resize it once we see how it looks that is no big deal,” he says, showing you.  

“I-yeah, let me just take my jeans off…. Shit that sounded bad, I wore shorts under them to make it easier on you, I didn’t mean it in a weird way,” you ramble, now blushing bright red as you move to slip your jeans down.

“I figured, why don’t you hop up in the chair and I’ll apply it, we can then figure out if we like the size and placement yeah,” he says, motioning for you to take a seat, which you do, still blushing at how awkward you made things.  Not realizing that he didn’t mind what you said, he was more focused on slipping his gloves on and applying the first stencil.

You watch him as his hands now touch your thigh, applying it for you.  When it’s on he gives you a chance to look in the mirror, seeing what you think of the placement and the size.

“What do you think? I think we should go a little bigger but it’s your decision,” he says, glancing at you as you look at it.

You look at it for a moment, trying to decide what you think before you nod in agreement. “Yeah, I think you’re right, it would look better if we made it bigger. Hopefully it’s not too much work to change it up.”

“Nope, we will wipe this one off and then I will go resize it quickly,” he responds, taking a wet paper towel and wiping the stencil off my skin before going back behind the desk and doing a couple things, coming back with a larger one.

When he returns and gently places the larger stencil on you he looks up at you to see what you are thinking. “I think it looks much better like this, what do you think y/n?” he asks, waiting for you to decide if you like it.

“That looks much better, I like it,” you respond, a big smile on your face as the reality of you finally getting this tattoo you’ve wanted for so long is finally hitting you.

“Awesome, I will get started with the outlines.  Did you decide what colors you wanted me to use or do you want me to surprise you?” He asks, getting all his materials ready before you hear the machine turn on, your anxiety spiking.

“I don’t know, I was thinking that galaxy-like colors would be cool.  Like blues and purples, but if you have a different idea I am open to it honestly.  You’re the artist here, not me, so you probably have more idea of what would look good.” You say softly, trying not to jump when you feel him start his first line.

“I was hoping you would say that, I wanted to use those colors honestly.  I think they’d look great on your skin tone.  So, let’s get started, enjoy the next few hours we have together.  If you need a break or anything let me know okay?” He asks, making sure that you meet his eyes for a moment, to catch how serious he is before he looks down to get started.

“Of course, I can’t wait to see how it comes out,” you say excitedly, watching him get started.  There is something so mesmerizing, watching him while he is so focused, while his eyes are so focused on what he does as his hands run along your skin.  

The buzzing is a little annoying, but it is nothing you aren’t used to, having gotten a couple tattoos in the past.

As he works he can tell that you are watching him, that you enjoy watching him as he works.  He’s not sure exactly why, but it’s flattering.  Once he gets a little more in the zone he decides to try and talk to you, wanting to get to know you a little better but also to break the silence.

“So, is this your first tattoo you’ve gotten?” He asks you, continuing to drag the needle across your skin as he does the outlines, sneaking a couple looks at your face here or there as he goes to gauge your reactions, making sure that you aren’t too uncomfortable.

“No, I have a rather large one on the back of my shoulder that I had done awhile ago when I was in college and then a set of song lyrics that was added to it.  It’s just not visible when I am in a shirt, I also have a magnifying glass on my bicep but you can’t really see it with the long sleeves I’m in.  This one is one I have wanted and sat on for a while though honestly.” you admit, feeling a little shy while you say it.

“No wonder you are taking this so well, I was just thinking you are handling it well for someone’s first, so that makes more sense now.  You chose a good spot though, it shouldn’t hurt too bad for you.  What is the one on your back?” He asks.

The two of you spend the next few hours talking, a little flirting, and getting to know each other.  Him laughing when he hits a spot where you grimace, not expecting you to lose your composure.  You laugh when he tells you something funny that has happened in the shop, or on tour.  The two of you honestly hit it off really well, despite the fact that you’re hurting you are almost disappointed when a few hours later he is wrapping it up and it is done.  You absolutely love how it came out though, his talent and his attention to the details that you wanted to stand out made it come out absolutely beautifully. 

When you make your way up front to pay and leave, you feel pretty bitter sweet, not waiting to walk away from him but absolutely loving how it came out.  You don’t realize that he feels the same way, that something about you is different than other clients and he doesn’t quite want to let you leave either.

You sign the slip of paper you need to pay with your card before sliding it back to him, thinking nothing of it when he slides business card back to you… until you realize that there is a phone number written on the back of it when you get inside your car and go to set it in your purse.  You can’t believe that he gave you his phone number, and wrote text me next to it.  You realize that you aren’t the only one who felt something between the two of you.

When you make your way back to your house you decide to send him a text, just saying thank you for the tattoo, that you absolutely loved it and can’t wait for it to heal. 

A week later

The two of you have consistently been talking for about a week now, getting to know each other as you do so… and maybe flirting with each other quite a bit.  You still a little mind blown that this man who you find so attractive seems to be into you.

You got another message from him, this one asking you to come hang out, watch a movie at his place.  That led to where you are now, on his couch while a movie plays, both of you laughing with it while his arm is around you, feeling close to one another.

“Hey, how’s the owl healing?” He asks you, his eyes meeting yours as you both smile at each other, enjoying how you are looking at one another.

“It is looking great, I know it’s not fully there yet but I love it.  You did a great job,” You say honestly, wondering if he actually cares or is just worried you aren’t taking care of it, letting it ruin itself.

“I’m curious about the one you said is on your back, you never showed me a picture or anything, can I see it?” He asks you softly, his hand rubbing your arm softly where it is wrapped around you.

“Yeah, I’ll have to take my top shirt off though, but I do have a tank top on so it’s not that weird.” You say softly, feeling shy as you let him see this other part of you, one that honestly you love but with him being an artist himself you are worried about what he would think.  

You sit up and slip your t-shirt off, turning your back towards him so that he can see it.  His hands gently brushing your hair to the side as he looks, gently tracing his fingers down the dragon, sending shivers down your spine with how gentle his touch is.  

“I don’t know why I didn’t expect a dragon and flowers but I didn’t.  What does the line ‘Heaven wasn’t too far away’ with the dates mean?” He asks you, his fingers still gently tracing along your skin as he watches it closely.

“The dates are when my dad died, that’s actually why I got a dragon too, because he had a dragon on his arm so it’s all a tribute for him.  When I was little he sang Heaven by warrant to me so it just made sense,” you admit softly, a little uncomfortable talking about what is a sore subject, unsure why you are comfortable telling him.

“Well it’s beautiful, really,” he says just as softly, before moving and placing a soft kiss on your skin there.

You stiffen for a moment, caught off guard by the kiss, him also wondering why the hell he just did that as he feels your body tense for a moment.

When you turn towards him, your eyes meeting his something changed.  Next thing you know the two of you are kissing, his tongue quickly finding yours as the two of you give in, no longer holding back your desire from the other one.  His hands settle on your hips as you eventually move, straddling his lap as he holds you tightly against him, one of your hands settling in his hair.  The more intense the kiss gets the more you shift in his lap, able to feel his growing erection underneath you, which just fuels you even more.

His lips eventually pull away from yours only to settle on your neck, leaving teasing kisses along the length of it until they settle underneath your ear, nipping lightly at your earlobe.

“Please tell me you want this as much as I do right now,” he asks softly, practically begging you for permission to keep going.

“Yes, I want this,” you admit softly, letting out a gasp when his lips settle below your ear again, now nipping, kissing and sucking harder, determined to leave at least one mark along your skin if you will let him.  Leave you with a reminder that he was there, that he made you feel this way.  

When he’s finally satisfied with how it looks he pulls away with a smirk.  Moving to slip his own shirt off before reaching for the bottom of your tank top, waiting for you to nod before he slides it off of you as well. 

He moves you off his lap, urging you to lay back on the couch which you gladly do, wanting to feel him over the top of you as his lips lock on yours again, much more urgency in his actions this time as one of his hands trails slowly up your stomach.  Making its way teasingly between your breasts before moving to lightly palm one of them over the top of your bra, slowly his fingers dip under the cup as they find your nipple, playfully rubbing it between his fingers before lightly pulling on it.

At this point his other hand reaches behind your back, unclasping it and sliding it off of you before he shifts his attention to your other breast.  His fingers still playing with the one while he pulls his lips away from yours, settling on your other one as he slowly trails his tongue around it, feeling it harden in his mouth as he continues to tease you with his tongue, sucking on it while his fingers are on your other one still.  He hears your soft moan which encourages him to continue, knowing that you are enjoying his teasing touches on them, knowing that he is making you want this as much as he does based on how you are shifting your hips up to meet his, making both of you gasp as you make contact.

One of your arms wraps itself around his back, lightly running your nails along his skin there as he continues, it starting to turn him on more than he thought it would as he continues his touches, his lips now trailing down your torso as he moves.  Stopping just above the waistband of your leggings that you have on.  

You glance down, looking at him as he slowly moves to dip his finger teasingly just under the waistband of them and your panties, watching as you squirm from his touches.  He can tell that he is getting you worked up, and is enjoying the fact that he is.  His eyes meeting yours, his desire obvious inside of them.

“Can I?” He asks you gently, waiting for your okay before he tries to remove them from your body.  

When you nod he doesn’t hesitate, he slowly slides them both down your legs at the same time, quickly settling himself between your thighs as his hands teasingly trail over the bare one.  He also takes a moment to admire his work, it really is healing beautifully and he thinks it looks incredibly sexy on you, that you let him decorate your skin for life.

He moves back up, his lips settling on yours again while his fingers teasingly slide through your folds, collecting your wetness on one of his fingertips before bringing it back up to use as lube while he lightly circles your clit.   Watching as you instantly stiffen slightly, enjoying his touch while letting out a quiet sigh, enjoying how his hands are on you.  

He pulls his lips away with a smirk, glancing at you as he mumbles something about how wet you are.  Honestly, you didn’t completely catch what he says, you are so overstimulated and enjoying his touch so much that you can’t focus on his words.  Nicholas is able to tell, his eyes meeting yours with an amused smile as he continues, moving his finger slowly against your clit, wanting you to grow desperate, crave more from him.

When you are squirming underneath him, whimpering, he decides that he may have teased you enough and quickly slips a finger inside of you, another joining right away when he realizes just how wet you actually are.  Pumping them inside of you while angling up to hit that spongy spot, wanting to get you there quickly because he is struggling to hold it together at this point, wants to be inside of you desperately at this point.  Watching you arch your back against the touch, bucking your hips up to meet his touch, all while whimpering and moaning, it's turning him on more than anything has before.  You are total putty under his hands and he is enjoying it, a cocky smirk on his face as he watches you slowly fall apart.

“You want more, want me to make you come?” He asks you, voice deep and laced with lust.

“Please, I, I am so close Nicholas,” you whine, meeting his eyes with your own while he watches you closely, enjoying your reactions.

“Hmm, I think you can do better than that,” He says again, slowing his movements with his fingers down to prove his point.

“Fuck, Please, I feel so good, I, I want to come nicholas, want to feel even better,” You whimper out, unashamed to be begging at this point, past the point of no return.

He doesn’t say anything, just picking up the pace and using the pads of his other fingers to rub against your clit, pulling you closer and closer.  He doesn’t stop this time when you are at the edge again, instead he tells you to come, demands you to, which somehow makes you let go.

Your back arching as you throw your head back with a loud moan, your climax hitting you harder than you expected, feeling so sensitive and overwhelmed by everything as your body relaxes back against the couch again, slumping against it as you come back down with a heaving chest while he watches you.  While your eyes were closed he had lost his pants and underwear, slipped a condom on and is watching you, stroking his cock as he admires just how beautiful you look like this. Waiting for you to settle back down and be ready to take him.

When your eyes open and land on him stroking himself he figures that you are ready, settling himself between your thighs as he leans down to give you another kiss, slowly thrusting himself inside you for the first time while the two of you kiss.  When you adjust to the stretch a bit more he lets go, his hips rocking to meet yours a bit more, working himself into you while he admires you.  Watches how your breasts move as he thrusts into you, enjoying the sight of your chest heaving as he works you back up again, the sight of you alone is honestly almost orgasmic, he loves how responsive and sensitive you are.

He grabs one of your hands, moving it between your thighs to rub your clit, wanting to feel you come on his cock before he finishes.  You do, starting to rub it as he thrusts harder into you, your other hand moving to play with one of your nipples, craving that extra stimulation as you find yourself hurdling closer to the edge, the pressure building again.

“Please, I’m close, need you to finish again,” he whispers into your ear, practically begging you to let another orgasm go for him.  The feeling of him inside of you, your fingers on your clit, pared with his words is enough, throwing you over the edge abruptly as your second orgasm hits you, stronger than the last.

The moan you let out and the feeling of you tightening around his cock is enough to pull him over the edge with you, coming undone with a few more thrusts to ride it out, his head landing on your chest when he pulls out and collapses on top of you.  Both of you laying there, basking in the afterglow of the moment you just shared.  Both of your chests heaving as you come down together, one of your hands now moving so that you can play with his damp hair, earning you a soft groan from him.  

Neither one of you wants to break this silence, both of you enjoying the moment but he eventually decides he should probably deal with the condom and slowly lifts himself off of you, leaving you another soft kiss before moving to take it off and throw it away before making his way back over to you.

“If you want we can maybe move this to my bed, restart the movie because we missed most of it and cuddle up for the night… and have an actual date tomorrow night,” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

You can’t help but giggle, before agreeing with him that it sounds wonderful, letting him slip his shirt that he had on over your head before you follow him to his room. Restarting the movie so that you both could actually watch it this time while sharing some sweet kisses, smiles, and cuddles.  

“You know, I really want to make a joke about you leaving a permanent mark on me now, that yours is going to last longer than any others I’ve had before because of the tattoo but maybe that’s a bit too cheesy,” you say with a giggle, his head resting on your chest again as you play with his hair.  Both of you have discovered that you like this, that it is relaxing for both of you.

“Yeah, with your garbage sense of humor I was waiting for it,” he teases, lightly tickling your side to make you laugh again.  You retaliate by attempting to tickle him back, leading to a full out tickling war as you miss a good chunk of the movie yet again.

“Maybe one day we’ll actually finish the movie,” he says with a laugh.  Giving up and turning it off, neither of you seem to care or notice as you both continue to laugh, talk and enjoy the night before falling asleep.

[https-harlow]

Baby #3 Pregnancy announcement insta au

A/N this has been sitting in my drafts unfinished since march 🫣 also, this series has no face claim, I just happened to find pictures that all matched and I liked them so I used them.

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EntertainmentTonight Jack Harlow walked the 2023 Grammy's red carpet alone tonight. This marks the first red carpet he's walked without wife Y/N by his side. Could this mean trouble in paradise for the couple who has currently has two kids together? In our interview with Jack, he says no. Watch the moment in the interview where Jack talks about his wife and judge for yourself.

*Video*

"So, we've noticed the absence of one person with you Jack, your wife Y/N, is she supporting you tonight?" The interviewer asked Jack.

"Oh, Y/N is here with me, she just decided not to walk with me, but she's here supporting me. I barely go anywhere without Y/N, I'm sure it pisses my team off sometimes." Jack answered, laughing softly. "Hasn't changed since we were 16, and that's not changing now."

You and Jack decided you wanted to keep the pregnancy to yourselves for awhile, so between keeping your pregnancy a secret and because you had still been nauseous from your morning sickness, you decided not to walk with Jack. You were only 4 months pregnant, but you were showing, so if you would have walked, you would have had to announce your pregnancy.

"Does it feel weird walking without her? Since this is the first time you've ever been on a red carpet without her?" They asked.

"It does feel weird walking without her, but she'll be back by my side once I get inside, so that's all that matters." Jack answered.

"And where are your kids tonight?" They asked.

"The girls are at home with their grandparents, we're only here for the weekend and my parents love having them, and the girls are always begging to have sleepovers with them, so we decided to make it a little parents getaway weekend. We don't really do award shows with them, they came to watch me host the MTV VMA's but other then that, we try to keep it separate. I'd rather them be having fun at home then stuck in a hotel room since we're barely gone 48 hours." Jack answered.

Jackfan27 Why did Y/N not do the red carpet if she's there 😣

Jackfan98 What if he's lying and she's not there, I mean he did seem off all night

Jackfan33 Yourusername probably filed for divorce. Now I can have Jack all to myself!! 🥰

JackandY/Nfan08 They aren’t getting divorced, they just like privacy

Jackhater28 Y/N probably realized she can do better then him

Jackfan37 I swear, if they ever get divorced I’m going to cry

Jackfan52 Jack said they are good, I don’t know why we’re even entertaining this random drama.

Jackfan65 Are there any pictures of her there at all??

Jackfan70 I saw someone who looked like her in one picture but it wasn’t clear enough to tell for sure.

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Yourusername I get photoshoots, and Urbanwyatt gets my friendship in return. Oh and surprise, baby #3 in July.

Jackharlow I love you I love you I love you

Jackharlow Can’t wait for Paisley and Olive to officially be big sisters

Urbanwyatt Wait, I thought you two were getting divorced 🤔

Jackharlow 🙄 Never

Yourusername Who knew my morning sickness, that doesn’t just happen in the morning, would spark divorce rumors?

Jackharlow I’ve been in love with you since highschool, that isn’t changing now

Yourusername I love you too, forever.

Jackharlow Forever❤️

Urbanwyatt I’m so happy for you both, but I feel like I’m getting the short end of this deal here

Yourusername What do you mean? My friendship is priceless

Urbanwyatt 🙄

Urbanwyatt Sure okay

Urbanwyatt I'm kidding, your friendship is worth more then the photoshoots I give you

Yourusername That's what I thought

ClaybornHarlow So excited to be an uncle again

Yourusername Thank you for being such a good uncle to our kids, we all love you!

Cozane Hardest secret to keep

Jackfan81 Blue jacket 👀 Are we getting a Harlow baby boy 👀

JackandY/Nfan03 Blue jacket and pink flowers, we aren't really getting any hints are we 😫

JackandUrbanfan42 Starting to think Jack's rapped about using condoms more then he's used them

Jackfan439 OMG another baby 😭

Jackfan372 I knew they weren't getting a divorce

Jackfan41 Damn do you two have any other hobbies, give her a break Jack.

Jackharlow I mean, can you blame me 🥵

Yourusername ......

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Jackharlow Family of 5 soon. July 2023.

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Urbanwyatt 📸 me

Yourusername Love you, can't wait to officially be a family of 5, but I can wait to take 3 kids under 6 on tour.

Jackharlow Don't remind me that Paisley's going to be 6 soon, I'm not ready

Yourusername Me either, I want her to stay little forever

Urbanwyatt Damn, I don't want to think about that either

Cozane I know we're only 25, but Paisley being almost 6 makes me feel so old

Jackharlow How do you think I feel?

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Call him “Epstein” – How far is Mark Lewisohn willing to go to force a false narrative?

 “I don’t care what you think of Klein, call Klein something else. Call him ‘Epstein’ for now, and just consider the fact that three of us chose ‘Epstein.’”

John Lennon to Jann Wenner, Rolling Stone, May 14, 1970 

I keep asking “Why do you want me to believe John —(or George or Paul or or or)—said this?” And I keep asking because that is the question that keeps coming out of my mind, my mouth, and my keyboard.

It's the obvious question. (Spoiler: audio below of Lewisohn answering it for this quote.)

When you’re going to so much trouble to quote shop and quote twist, you have a purpose that you are torturing all these words to back up. You are trying to prove a point and there’s no real quote to support your position, so instead of changing your position, you act like Beatles’ words are appetizers in a buffet.

THREE OF US CHOSE EPSTEIN.

This premeditated and purposeful OBSCENITY has been sitting there for ten years. Two ladies with a podcast found it.

However, John remembered Paul’s attitude to Brian being very different. John was always emphatic that Paul didn’t want Brian as the Beatles’ manager and presented obstacles to destabilize him, to make his job difficult … like turning up late for meetings. “Three of us chose Epstein. Paul used to sulk and God knows what … [Paul] wasn’t that keen [on Brian]—he’s more conservative, the way he approaches things. He even says that: it’s nothing he denies.”(72)

I will never—NEVER— get over this one. There may be more shocking things to come, but it was this revelation that made me look at every one of Mark Lewisohn’s “author interviews” differently.

This is when I realized that there is nothing I would put past him.

Listening to that part of Episode 7 is so funny to me now. Daphne and Phoebe kept trying to stick to the outline and ask “Does this quote back up Lewisohn’s thesis?” but it was very difficult because they were in such total disbelief at Mark Lewisohn’s deception. (My label, although it’s a pretty inarguable one.) It is genuinely almost unbelievably dishonest. AKOM had a whole show filled with whoppers to get through, and they kept trying, but it took them awhile to move on because air-quotes-Epstein was like a magnet that kept pulling them back. So yesterday, to get out of editing some of my own mess, I put together a few of the times that the shock sucked them back in.

“I find that kind of shocking, really.” Tiny compilation of Phoebe and Daphne in disbelief over Mark Lewisohn’s purposeful misrepresentation of a quote of John Lennon talking about Allen Klein to attempt to show that John thought Paul was trying to thwart Brian Epstein. (Episode 7)

And most of us strongly suspect where Mark Lewisohn is going with this. He wants to rehabilitate Allen Klein because John can literally never be wrong—or perhaps an even stronger motive—he wants Paul to be very, very wrong. But whatever his motives, we can see what he’s doing. And we don’t have to just suspect, because he has already told us that he is going to use some of his most unforgivable lies to shape that narrative.

And there’s only one reason to do that: because there are no real quotes to back up the narrative he wants to push.

It tells us, in no uncertain terms, that the narrative he wants to push is quite literally unsupportable.

To make it work, Lewisohn has to lie about what John Lennon actually said.

*This post was first going to be about both the “quotes” that Mark Lewisohn references here, but in the end I couldn’t not give “call him ‘Epstein'” its own post. Which means I have actually shortened a post. (Please clap.)

Every ‘quote’ in the “spanner in the works” section is bullshit. Every. Single. One. I’m not going to the thesaurus for a fancier word. They are bullshit. Complete and utter, doctored, twisted, bullshit. The man is lying. And what really chaps my ass is that he is flat out telling us that he is going to use those same lies to push his bullshit narrative of the breakup. Like damn, that takes a lot of nerve.

Here is Mark Lewisohn telling us, straight out, that it’s these same bullshit quotes that he plans on using again to fool us. And he should be a laughingstock when he does. Not in some quarters. In all.

He must think we are such dupes. Although he’s gotten away with it so far, so up until now he hasn’t been wrong.

(There’s a bit more to this part of the Q & A and it’s all bad, but for this post I decided to leave it at Mark Lewisohn telling us that he is going to use the exact same sources he used for the “spanner” section to push this lie in the upcoming books.)

Fool me twice…

Would John and George have seen the parallel between Epstein and Klein in 1969?  LEWISOHN: ❝Yes. I’m sure the answer to that is yes, because John mentioned it in interviews, probably in Wenner’s, maybe the one with McCabe and Sconfeld— Schonfeld. Yes.❞ (📍Nothing is Real)

Transcript:

Q. In Hornsey Road you were talking about the three-to-one Allen Klein split, and I was saying to you that it seemed to me that it paralleled what is mentioned in Tune In about, uh, the appointment of Brian Epstein. That- that Paul was sort of holding back or was not keen to move forward with Brian Epstein. And I suppose my question was, is there a direct parallel there? And would, in 1969, John and George in particular have been conscious of that parallel?

LEWISOHN: Yes. I’m sure the answer to that is yes, because John mentioned it in interviews, probably in Wenner’s, maybe the one with McCabe and Sconfeld– Schonfeld. Yes. John recognized that.

Nothing is Real Podcast • October 16, 2019, Episode 15 • Mark Lewisohn, Part II

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And just remember that this is only one half of a hellacious Frankenquote.

(But I kept it short. 🎊 )

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Even though I have given you zero reason to go there, it's also on my blog.

[hailtothepumpkinqueen]

Conversations at the Saloon Part 2 🍕🍺

(Part 1 here. Farmer and Shane talk after a rough interaction the day before. The dummies are bad at feelings and even worse at realizing what's brewing between them lol my farmer's last name is Miller and "my" Shane's last name is Cooper because I think it's funny, and so do they.)

"I'm doomed..." Clint sighed, almost certainly looking as crestfallen as she felt.

"Yeah...me, too..." She said softly, pushing off the table to get up from her seat. "Welp. This has been fun, but I'm gonna order my own food and head out. Good luck, Clint."

She didn't wait for a response, walking up to the bar(away from Shane) and plopping herself down on a stool. Waiting for Emily or Gus to notice her and looking anywhere but where Shane was sitting.

"Hey, Kitty Kat~" Emily chirped, bubbly as always. "What can I get you?"

"Hey, Em. Just a Joja Cola and something warm to eat. To go, please." Tapping her fingers anxiously on the wooden surface of the bar as she spoke. Not wanting to be here any longer than she had to be.

"Aww, c'mon. Stay awhile!" Emily pleaded, making puppy dog eyes and jutting her lip out in a mock pout. "I wanna hear what's going on on your farm! Or in the mines! I saw you talking to Clint earlier, so I assume it was mining related."

"Y-yeah. Yeah, I guess he could tell I'd been spelunking 'cause he was trying to sell me on a few upgrades for my stuff." She chuckled in what she hoped was a natural sounding way, giving a little shrug and resting her elbows on the counter. She'd rather eat raw bug meat than tell Emily that Clint had asked for dating advice. "Nothing exciting today, unfortunately. Just a lot of dirt and rocks. And exhaustion. I'm so tired, Em. I'm not used to this kind of manual labor. Buh."

She put her head down on the bar and exhaled dramatically, hearing a giggle from Emily...and possibly a snort from Shane. Or Gus. She couldn't tell with her head down, but some silly part of her hoped it was Shane. Why? Why did she want that? Maybe she was concussed..

"You're from the city, right?" Emily asked, setting a cola on the counter with a soft chuckle when she sat up straight again. "What made you want to give farming a try if it's so outside your wheelhouse?"

"Got tired of my old job. Needed fresh air and a fresh start, y'know?" She replied with a practiced nonchalance, feeling Shane's eyes on her practically boring a hole into the side of her head even from a distance. Because that was very much not the reason she had told him when they talked two nights ago. She pretended not to notice and took a sip of her cola, grateful for the cold drink on her dry throat. "And no better time to start over than Spring, right?"

"Exactly! Spring is the season of rebirth and renewal, the beginning of a cycle. Oooh, I love the idea of your new life growing right beside all the little saplings waking up from a long winter's sleep." Emily clapped her hands in joy, practically bouncing in place at the thought of it. "What were you doing before this?"

"Data entry clerk for Joja Co." She grimaced and took a swing of her soda like that would wash the bitter taste of her old job out of her mouth.

"So you were a desk monkey?" Shane's voice suddenly piped up, startling her. He had somehow sat a lot closer without her realizing and was actively listening to the conversation. He was also clearly intoxicated the way his words slurred. "Sittin' in a cramped little cubicle all day and starin' at a screen til you go cross-eyed?"

"Basically." She shrugged, glancing at him to gauge his mood. He seemed relaxed, most likely due to the alcohol, and he had been the one go approach her, so maybe this would be okay. "Doing five other people's work for no extra pay, next to no free time, getting micromanaged to hell and back by dickheads who make way more money doing fuck all. Getting written up for yawning one too many times when I 'could have been working'. You know, typical stuff."

"Yoba, if that doesn't sound familiar." He grumbled, polishing off his beer and setting the heavy glass down. "They must grow Joja managers in a lab and ship 'em out to all their branches."

She snorted softly and felt herself smile, taking another swig of her own drink. "Needless to say, I did not, uh, Thrive™ during my time at Joja. Heh."

"Seeing the JojaMart must have been quite a shock, then, if you were trying to escape the corporation. " Emily said, refilling Shane's glass without looking like it was second nature. Startling when a little timer went off in her apron. "Oop. I'll be right back, Clint's food should be ready by now. Don't tell any fun stories without me~." Practically dancing away and leaving her alone with Shane. Who was still staring at her intently.

"...You avoidin' me?" He asked after a moment, his voice softer than before. Almost sounding hurt. "Said 'hi' to Clint and Em, but not me."

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Bitterness seeping into her own tone, hands gripping her drink a little tighter.

"When has that stopped you before? You seem pretty persistent in bein' friends regardless of what I say."

"I don't like being yelled at, Shane..." she admitted quietly, shrinking into herself a little. "And what was it you said? You'd give me a pot of gold to leave you alone? Felt a little more serious than just being 'too busy' to talk."

He grimaced and looked into his beer, tracing the rim of it with his finger.

"Didn't...didn't mean that. Not at you specifically anyway. M'just an asshole and you got the brunt of a bad mood. Wasn't personal, I swear."

She gave a small hum in response, wanting to believe him but still not entirely convinced he wasn't just messing with her.

"...Were you tellin' me the truth before? About why you came here? Or was the story you told Emily the right one and you were jus' humorin' me?" He leaned closer to her, his voice dropping even lower like they were sharing secrets. His face so serious and disappointed by the idea that she had lied to him it pulled at her heartstrings.

"Everything I said at the lake was the truth, I promise. I just...didn't think Emily would understand. Not like you do.." Again, she allowed herself a vulnerable moment with him. Hoping this wasn't some ploy to later throw her anxieties back in her face.

His expression brightened and now he looked relieved, seemingly satisfied with that answer.

"Your secret's safe with me. Us Joja wage slaves gotta stick together, huh?" He very gently punched her shoulder and winked, taking a drink from his beer with a smile. Still sitting very close to her despite having the whole Saloon to occupy if he wanted space. But she wasn't exactly leaning away either.

"Look at you two getting along~" Emily's cheerful voice cut through whatever the moment between them was, and she found herself sitting up straighter like a teacher had just caught her dozing off. Hands folded neatly in front of her and all. Only now remembering how hungry she was when the blue haired barmaid placed a personal pizza on the counter in front of her. "Thank Yoba. I don't I could bear another night of Shane worrying about hurting your feelings, Kitty Kat."

Shane spluttered and choked on his drink, looking between the women with wide eyed mortification. Practically trying to disappear in his hoodie when they laughed. And, if she didn't know any better, she'd swear he was blushing. But that could just be from the booze.

"That's not--I was not...I didn't.." He floundered a moment before huffing and putting his head down on the bar with a pout. "Buh."

"Cute." She thought with a sudden fondness, followed by confusion for the sentiment. Man, she really must have hit her head hard in the mines.

"I told you he was a big ol' teddy bear." Emily stage whispered behind her hand, giggling when Shane grumbled in protest at the accusation but didn't lift his head. "Enjoy your food, hun. Let me know if you need anything else, 'kay?"

"You're a lifesaver, Em." She chuckled around a bite of pizza, table manners the furthest thing from her mind right now. Practically inhaling half of it before glancing over at Shane, who still had his head on the counter facing away from her. She looked towards the remainder of her pizza, then back at Shane, then to the pizza again before sliding it towards him.

"Hey. Cooper. Peace offering." Tapping his shoulder to get his attention with an amused smirk. Even more amused when he immediately popped up, turning to look at her with wide eyes.

"Oh. Really? You're sharin'?" He blinked, looking a mix of surprised and grateful. More so when she gave an affirmative hum and nod. "That's...you don't have to...uh, thanks."

She chuckled softly, finding him fumbling over his words endearing somehow. Maybe because he acted like she had given him something truly precious when all she had done was share a pizza with him. Sure, it was his favorite, but still. It was kind of sweet he was taken aback by a small gesture.

"Well you sent me one in the mail. Now we're even." She waved a dismissive hand, putting enough gold on the counter to pay for her meal and getting up to leave. "I gotta go before it gets too late. See you around, right?"

As she turned to go, he suddenly reached out and caught her wrist, his large hand easily encircling it and catching her by surprise. Her head whipped around to look at him in question, but he wouldn't meet her eyes. His face flushed again and lower lip jutting out in a bit of a pout.

"I wanted...I wanted to..." He shut his eyes and sighed heavily, grimacing. "I wanted to ask how the chickens are doing.."

She blinked, not expecting that to be what he wanted with how he was acting.

"Oh. Um, they're fine. Still alive, if that's what you were wondering. Um...you can come by and see them some time, if you want?"

He perked up again, finally meeting her gaze. "Really? I'd like that. Y'know, to make sure you're taking care of 'em and that they're happy."

She rolled her eyes and smiled, shaking her head. "Right, right. Gotta make sure I'm not a total fuck up right?"

"Right." He smirked with a chuckle, thankfully recognizing she was joking around.

"Hey, Shane?"

"Hm?"

"Gonna need my arm back, bud."

He glanced down and realized he was still holding her wrist, immediately releasing her and looking away again, embarrassed. Wrapping his hands around his mug of beer and staring deeply into it like he held the secrets of the universe.

"G'night, Miller." He mumbled, trying to disappear into his hoodie again.

"Night, Cooper. Enjoy the pizza." She gave him a pat on the arm before finally, finally heading home for the night. She had stayed much later than she intended to, which meant less time she'd be able to (hopefully) sleep before dragging herself out of bed at the ass crack of dawn for another round of farm work.

But she was walking out of the Saloon with more of a pep in her step than when she walked in. Belly full of food and heart full of hope, however foolishly, that Shane didn't actually hate her guts.