#sitting in front of heated computer doesn't help

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

"MEANIE"

SUMMARY: Jungkook is busy playing, and you desperately need his attention, when he doesn't give you attention you decide to have it your way.

PAIRINGS: Mean Jungkook X whiney reader

WORD COUNT: 786

SMUT WARNINGS: 69 a few minutes, fingering, use of vibrator and a dildo, hand job, squirting, reader is a whiney mess, grinding for like seconds, Hickeys, Reader calls him Daddy once or twice.? He cums on her stomach but reader wants it messy, so she fingers herself with the cum, cum eating.

a/n: it's my first time writing about a whiney reader please bear with me. I hope yall enjoy it.Please like follow, reblog and comment.<3 A little birthday gift from my side 💞

You’ve been whining for about a good 10 minutes now, Jungkook sat on the end of the bed playing GTA 5 on his computer which was placed on the table in front of the bed. Curses left his mouth. You’ve been calling him now for 5 minutes while he waves you off saying, “Give me a minute baby”.  

You undressed yourself when he wasn’t paying attention to you, stomping your tiny fist on the bed “Gonna show you now” You hovered above his back grabbed onto his gaming console and threw it in the bed before he could even register what happened you straddled his face strangling his face by placing your naked pussy over his lips.  

Your hips were lifted in the air so he could talk to you “fuck baby you were horny all this time?” He asked placing a kiss on your clit. Humming you grabbed his soft cock through his boxers he lifted his hips “needed you so bad kook” you said placing a kiss on his now leaking tip. “Fuck so wet bun,” he said growling while you tried to deep-throat him “mm can’t take full kook” you cried looking at him over your shoulder “Oh yeah you wanna take me fully?” He said teasing you and humming you went back to try again. “Take what you can baby” assuring you he dips down to take your pussy in his mouth.  

Slapping your ass, you moaned loudly “Turn around baby will fuck you with my fingers first” he turns you around so now you are on your back tear-filled eyes gazing at him “Aw baby choking on cock brought tears in your eyes?” He asks mocking the tears. “Not fair want you in my pussy now” you pouted slowly your fingers coming to spread your wet pussy lips.  

Chuckling he saw your eagerness “Yeah baby gonna spread those pretty lips for me?” You nodded while his fingers made a V-shape while a dollop of slick Dribbled down “Want it now want your fingers” you whined your tiny fingers guided his large ones in your whole while he smiled looking at the site “yeah do it yourself” moving your pussy  on his fingers he sat there doing nothing just watching you help yourself huffing a puff out you groan removing his fingers from your heat.  

The wet slick dripped from his fingers while he sucked them you got ready to get up and take your vibrator and dildo from the drawer testing his patience Jungkook smirked: “Go ahead, baby thought of helping you but not now, help yourself yeah?” He said while palming his cock you inserted the vibrator, and dildo inside you “Hate you Koo” you pouted.  

After a few minutes of using them, you messed up the sheets with the overstimulating feeling resulting in your squirting Jungkook coming on his lower abdomen.  

You wanted more, you wanted his Cock, you wanted his cum, you wanted to make it messy on his cock but no he wouldn’t help you at all why because you disturbed him while playing.  

Sitting off in the mess you leapt into his arms crying into his neck “Sorry kook I won’t do it, need your cock, please Koo” you whined grinding on his wet cock “Yeah baby you promise? You won’t forget what you said?” He said cheekily while you nodded and gave him the cutest puppy eyes.  

“Lay down baby Daddy is gonna fuck the hell out of you now, gonna tell you who is the boss “ 

You lay there crying mess when he fucked you hard and sucked in purple-black hickeys on your neck and broke you apart. Your tiny fists grabbed onto his neck sucking on his neck sometime while you cried “daddy gonna cum” you whined “yeah cum” with that you reach your orgasm while he pulled out jerking himself over your lower body. 

It was unusual for him to not cum outside your pussy “no make my pussy messy not my stomach” you grabbed his hand which was over his cock “no remove those hands from my cock this is your punishment” he swatted your hands away when you didn’t listen.  

Soon Cumming you took his cum on your fingers slightly dragging them near your whole and fingered yourself and sucking on the remaining.  

Huffing he goes back to play game without giving you an aftercare like he always does but you know he is still grumpy from you disturbing his match, while stay there slightly dozing off covered in the mess. You know he will be all right in few, he might even come back to sleep on your plush boobs. 

TAGLIST : @kimmingyuswifee , @jungk97kwife, @httpjeonlicious , @galaxygirl453 , @babysoogyu

[orgverse]

san's red hair got me and @sanjoongie going crazzzyyyyy. so please enjoy this while i make topaz suffer. N E WAYS this is also apart of a pornstar au that i'm currently working on, so enjoy!!

for the two, almost three, years you have known san, he has always had black hair. you remember watching videos and seeing him with different colored hair, but never in person. when him and wooyoung had reached out wanting to film a video with you and hongjoong, he had just cut and dyed his hair back to black from the blonde mullet he hand. and since then its been black.

so you were throughly surprised when you opened your apartment door and was greeted with bright red hair. your jaw dropped, literally. you probably would have started drooling if san didn't start teasing you. "you'll catch flies, star girl."

you were def going to be seeing stars soon.

san had volunteered to help you with your stream tonight since seonghwa was away visiting his parents, and hongjoong was busy editing the film you just finished shooting with yunho.

"no wooyoung?" you asked when you noticed the louder of the two males nowhere in sight.

"nah, he says he wants to stay home and watch the stream instead. think he said something about wanting to support his fav girl," he told you he walked into the apartment and removed his designer shoes. you noted how sexy san looked with his entire outfit. simple, but san was good at making simple look sexy.

his black tank top doing well to show off his muscles and his slim waist, and his jeans hugging his body nice and framing what little ass he has. but you won't tell him that because he would argue he does have an ass. sure, san, sure. he takes off the jean jacket he had been wearing and hangs it over the computer chair that seonghwa usually sits in.

he towers over you as he watches you pull up the website, love-heart-xx, and set up the stream. you remember san mentioning how he had streamed too back before he stopped and focused solely on just porn films.

"you're setup is very cute. very you," san says when you get up to let him sit down. that's when he finally takes a few moments to look around the room.

"o-oh, you think so?" you ask, a little caught off guard by his words. san nods his head, red hair bouncing with the movement.

"all the decorations are cute and welcoming, it makes it feel like its your personal bedroom and not a separate one. it feels... lived in," he explains and you feel a heat spread through your body at his words.

you've always admired san, having watched him since he first started his career in the porn industry. you kind of wish you found him when he still streamed. it had always been a goal – a dream actually, to film with him.

and now he's helping you with your stream. un-fucking-real.

"well, i'm going to go get ready! i'll be right back!" san doesn't say anything, but nods his head and gives you a smile before you're turning and walking out of the room.

walking into your actual bedroom you share with hongjoong, you find your lover sitting at his computer, headphones on, and eyes focused on the video editing program in front of him. you notice he's at the part where you and yunho were making out. yunho's hand holding your chin as his tongue licks over your own before he's sucking on it. you remember that scene and knowing what comes next makes you rubs your thighs together.

no, you needed to get changed. walking over to your walk-in closet, you go over to the section that was specific for streaming. you dug through your clothes before pulling out a dark blue lingerie set. when you walked out of the closet, you noticed hongjoong had his headphones off and was turned facing your direction.

"hey, babe," you said putting the lingerie on the bed before you take your shirt off. you notice hongjoong is looking at you, his eyes focused on how your breast bounced a little before you're taking your shorts and underwear off.

"i thought i heard you sneak in. is san here?" he asks and you nod your head as you step into the blue lingerie bottoms before putting the bra on. you look at yourself in the full-length mirror, turning to look at every part of you. "does this look good?"

hongjoong lets out a sigh before he's standing up and making his way over to you. his arm wrapping around your waist as he takes in your appearance. "you look beautiful," he says kissing your neck. he gives your ass a good pat before he walking back over to his desk.

"are you going to try and watch some of the stream?" you ask, making your way over to the door. hongjoong nods giving you a smile.

"of course, i'll do my best to pop in."

"okay! so usually seonghwa just sits here and kind of moderates chat. usually while i'm talking to chat, he'll jump in, but you don't have to if you don't want to," you tell san as you sit on the bed. you look at yourself in the monitor setup in front of you as you attempted to make sure you looked good. "do i look okay?" you ask, looking towards san.

"perfect," he says making you look away from him, a little flustered.

"you can go ahead and hit the button, san," you tell him shyly. he lets out a small chuckle before he's clicking the 'start stream' button and you watch as the stream starts and viewer start pouring in.

"hi guys!" you say, smile overtaking your face as you wave to the camera. the chat on the side of the screen being filled with your usual watchers greeting you. tips easily coming in. "i'm doing good tiger-star! hope you're doing well! ... oh! you like this piece, rubyred? i'm glad you like it, i've been wanting to wear it for a while!"

san watches you with a smile on his face. he takes in how natural you look interacting with your chat and... chatting with them.

"oh!" you say clapping your hands and earning san's attention, "seonghwa couldn't be here today... i know sunshine-sparkle, i'm sad too, but! we have a lovely person who agreed to cover for him tonight! ... no hotpants it is not patrick star," you deadpanned that last part making san chuckle. "sannie is here!" you say looking towards the male how leans forward just enough to stick his hand in front of the camera.

mega_yn_fan : holy shit THE choi san!!!

guylovescheese : FUCK! how much to see him fuck your pussy???

a_lexa_star22 : i would gladly pay to see that happen!

"do you think they want me to fuck you?" he teases making you let out a small laugh. suddenly, you see a rather large tip come in making you almost fall off the bed from how far you leaned over to look at it.

"holy shit! thank you wooenergizer for the three thousand dollar tip," you say, still not comprehending the sudden amount.

"oh, that's wooyoung!" san says, right before you read the message he also sent in with the tip.

"three thousand to see sannie finger you," you read out loud, feeling flustered by the message. wooyoung really had no self-control or filter.

san lets out a chuckle before he's standing up from his seat and crawling onto the bed next to you.

"if chat gets to ten thousand i'll fuck this pretty pussy," san says, spreading your legs to gently pat your clothed cunt. "sound good?" san adds before looking at you and you nod your head.

you let out a breathy moan, hips jerking forward as san fucks you hard and fast with his fingers. the wet sounds from your pussy mingling in with your moans, your manicured nails digging into san's thighs. he had removed his pants a while ago, leaving him in just his tank top and underwear. you feel his hard-on rubbing against your backside.

his other hand gropes your breast, your bra being pulled down to let your breast out. he pinches your nipples and gives it a good tug making you let out a whine at the feeling.

"s-sannie, please so-s-so good, fuck!" you say, tilting your head back to let it rest on san's shoulder. you could feel the tension rising within you, your orgasm coming soon. you attempted to close your legs but san didn't let you.

he pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the empty feeling. san uses both his hands to spread your legs, throwing them over his own legs to keep them open. you moaned at how you could see your pussy on full display to for everyone watching. your pussy dripping with juices that run out of you and you can see it glistening under the lights.

you yelp, jumping and whole body bouncing when san suddenly gave your pussy a good smack before he's rubbing furious circles on your clit. "s-s-sa-san!"

"look at that, star girl, your chat got us to five thousand. that's halfway. should we switch it up?" he asks and you wonder who's he's talking to.

"hm... hungry2ho says they want you to sit on my face. i don't know hungry, do you think y/n's been a good girl enough to sit on my face?" san asks and you clench at the thought of sitting on san's face. he suddenly grabs your face, turning you to look at him. his eyes half-lidded as he meets your lustful and almost fucked out ones. "do you think you deserve to sit on my face?"

"p-ple-please san, i-i've been good! let me please," you're begging him now and san can't help the smirk that paints his lips.

"well~ since you asked so nicely, who am i to deny my pretty star girl," san says and you can feel your thighs tremble. "open your mouth," his voice is commanding and you do it without a second thought. you let out a loud moan as you watch san spit in your mouth, allowing it to run down your tongue and throat. "such a nasty girl. no wonder wooyoung is so fond of you, just like him," he says before moving to lay on his back, his bright red hair a heavy contrast to the cream-colored bedsheets.

"oh fuck– san, san! your tongue feels soooo good~" you say with a moan as you rock your hips back and forth. san had a tight gripped wrapped around your legs and waist as he kept you pinned down to mouth. his nose bumped against your clit, rubbing and stimulating it nicely as his tongue licked and fucked your pussy.

you glanced down, running your hand through his soft hair to see his eyes staring intensely at you. he stare honestly made your heart skip a beat as you felt his moans vibrate through you and shake your core. san kneaded the flesh of your ass before giving it a firm smack. the sound resonating through the room and you were sure anyone watching could have heard it.

wooenergizer : look at how you're falling apart on sannie's tongue 👅 can't wait to see you fall apart on his dick... again 🍆💦

you couldn't but let out a hearty laugh at wooyoung's comment before you see others in the chat agree with him. knowing wooyoung was still watching also made your heart skip a beat, because along with san, wooyoung had also been someone you admired within the industry.

"mmh~ san, fuck so good! i think i'm gonna cum!" you say, letting your head roll back a little as you grind your hips again, san's nose once again nudging at your clit.

"hold it, pretty star," san says, voice just as stern and intense as his eyes. you feel yourself clench when you notice the lower half of his face is glistening with your juices.

"sannie," you say, hand running through his hair as your other one runs over your body, feeling yourself and groping one of your breast. "please fuck me."

"i don't think your viewers want me to fuck you. you're still only at eight thousand," san says in a rather mocking tone.

"fuck– please, please let sannie fuck me! i need his cock so badly!" you beg looking at the camera and indirectly looking at your viewers. your eyes were pleading with them and hoping that your begging would convince them to continuing to tip you.

fuck, you felt like such a cock slut right now. but you couldn't deny how good san's cock was and how badly you wanted it.

and then it happened. you heard the familiar sound of being tipped and you immediately had to do a double take on it.

k.yeosang tipped $5,000.

your viewers must have seen the tip as well as the chat immediately exploded in excitement at the tip, knowing it was only a matter of time before they got to see you take san's dick.

"yeosang!" you say, chest warming when you realized it the male who had donated to you. "thank you so much! wow, you definitely didn't have to tip that much, but i really appreciate it!" you say, sliding off of san and letting him sit up so he could see the tip as well. he ran a hand down your back, noticing how your legs slightly trembled.

k.yeosang : make sure to invite me next time 😉

"i'll def keep in it mind, yeo," you say, not being able to stop the smile that overtakes you. you feel san pressing open mouthed on your neck and trailing down your back. you allow san to to move you so you're resting on your hands and knees, and you can't help the yelp that escapes you when you feel san gently bite your ass. you watch yourself and san through the monitor, feeling your excitement start to swell up as he removes his underwear and tossing them to the floor. you arch your ass, high into the air and gently sway it in an attempt to tempt san to move faster.

you moan as you see him pump his cock. the angry red tip, leaking with precum which his is using to lube himself. "s-sannie," you call out earning the male's attention. he smirks, running a hand through his hair before he's positioning himself at your entrance. you couldn't help the breathy moans that left you as san entered you. stretching you out, but sucking him in nonetheless.

"you sound like a bitch in heat, y/n," he laughs as he gently positions you, hands gripping your hips as he starts off with a harsh and fast pace. your mouth was fixed in a perfect o-shape, unable to close it and also so easily lost in pleasure that you couldn't make a sound.

having san fuck you was like a new experience, each and every time. of course it was mainly different because of the films you did together. each scenario being different enough from the last that it gave you a new experience each time.

and this time was no different. you couldn't help but shove your face into the sheets. wanting a moment to just feel san's cock abused your insides, yet the sudden sting to your scalp said otherwise. san held your hair harshly, gripping it to the point it was almost painful.

"don't hide your face, y/n, your viewers paid good money to see you get fucked by me. don't make them waste their money," san says as you feel him rest his body weight on top of you.

"i-i'm sorry!" you said, however who you were saying it to, you weren't sure. you felt tears start to brim your waterline, but thankful san let go of your hair in favor of using both his hands to prop himself up. the sound of skin slapping skin ringed in your ears. his cock rubbed against your walls, stretching you out over and over again and it made start to see small white stars in your vision.

"s-san! sansansan so-s-so fuuuucking good! ugh– please, please let me cum!" san presses a kiss between your shoulder blades before he's thrusting even harder. the tension in your stomach building up, waiting to snap and explode any moment now.

"fuck, i am too, my star. gonna let me cum inside you? give your viewers a good creampie?"

"yes! fuck, yes! fill me up!" you begged, you noticed your arms were now in front of you, hanging off the edge of the bed. you swear you feel a line drool run down your chin, but you arms feel so much like jelly that you don't have the energy to wipe it away. not that you care anyways.

then suddenly, you feel san pulling out and you feel your approaching orgasm quickly escaping you. you're about to scream, throw a fit before san is hoisting you up off your stomach on onto your knees. you are left slightly confused and dazed before san is entering you again. his arms hooking underneath yours to keep you up right. this new position allowing everyone to get a good few of san fucking your pussy.

"go ahead and cum," you hear him whisper and just like that, the coil snaps inside of you and your cumming with a loud and well... pornographic moan. san gives you a few more thrusts before he's sheathing himself deep inside of you and also cumming inside of you with a low groan.

you are out of breath, covered in a layer of sweat when san pulls out of you and quickly positions you on the bed. legs spread wide apart before he's getting off the bed. you watch him with dazed eyes as he picks the camera up – you want to complain about how he's ruined the perfect position you spent months working to find, but you don't have the energy to say anything. instead you watch him as he does a close up on your pussy which slowly begins to leak out his cum.

his fingers come to spread your pussy lips, showing off how much cum he truly stuff you with before he's scooping some up on his fingers. "fuck look at how well he's took him, such a good pussy," you hear him say at one point.

then san is panning the camera up to your fucked out face, his cum-covered finger easily slipping inside your open mouth. you have just enough energy to eagerly suck on his finger, tongue licking up his cum and cleaning his fingers. when he's sure your done, he removes them with a pop sound the rings around the room.

"tell your viewers bye," san says in a cheery tone making you smile at both him and the camera.

"bye-bye~" you say smiling, waving, and blowing several kisses to the camera that goes further away from you as san goes over to the computer to end the livestream.

san put the camera back on the tripod before he coming over to the bed. he pulls you more towards the edge of it by your ankles and you laugh at how easily he does it. his strength showing once again. he rubs circles onto you ankles before he's leaning over you.

"thank you, san," you say pressing a kiss to his cheek. you notice a faint pink dusting san's cheeks as he pulling away from you.

"of course," he says with a cough, "you know i enjoy spending time with you," he says adds on making butterflies swarm around your stomach.

"really?"

"really. now come on, let's get cleaned up and go bother hongjoong for food," san says with a smile as he helps you off the bed and begins walking you towards the door before he's stopping. turning to you before adding, "i would love to do this again soon. maybe even watch you and wooyoung have some fun."

"gosh, shut up and take me to the bathroom, you fool."

[multifandomlover01]

Be Careful What You Wish For

Sub!Spencer Reid x Fem!Dom!(BAU!)Reader (female anatomy at least)

Established Relationship

WC: ~2.3k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI sub!Spencer, dom!reader, Spencer gets the silent treatment, cockwarming, edging as a punishment is mentioned, Mommy kink, bit of mean teasing

Summary: Spencer needs to work…but he needs his girlfriend too. She disagrees...until she doesn't

Set during: S1

Gif cred: Ropoto

You’d gone over to his desk late into the evening to give him some water. You two were the last at the office. He grabs your wrist gently before you can get too far away from him.

“Stay?” He asks softly as he looks up at you.

“No, baby, you need to work. You know you do.” You shake your head.

“But I need you too. Please?” He was giving you those damned pleading eyes.

“Hon. I can’t. You need to work.”

“Just sit on my lap, ok?”

“Oh, yeah, like that’s a great idea.” You chuckle.

“I promise I won’t do anything. Please. Just sit on my lap while I work.”

"This isn't going to go well." You grumble as you sit in his lap as he'd pulled his chair out. He pulls himself back to his desk as close as he's able to with you now on his lap. He has one arm around your waist to steady you and to keep you close to him while his other hand holds a case file that he's reviewing.

“I totally shouldn’t be concerned about the fact that I have not been on your lap five minutes and I can already feel your boner, right?”

“‘M sorry. I couldn’t help it.” He mutters.

“Is this why you wanted me to sit on your lap? Because you were horny?”

His cheeks heat up and his gaze averts to the floor.

“Look at me.” Your tone is a gentle command. You didn’t say his name or say please. And why should you have to when he obeys you just the same like this?

His eyes lift to meet your gaze. You’re not happy. And why should you be? He should be working, not deriving pleasure from you sitting in his lap.

“I’m sorry. I can’t concentrate without you near.” he whispers softly.

“And how do you propose you concentrate with me here?”

"I dunno." He murmurs.

"You don't know?" You chuckle. You try to get off of his lap, but he squeezed you tighter.

"Don' go, please." He murmurs as he nuzzles your neck.

"Spencer...I need to get off of you. How will you ever concentrate on your work with me in your lap because it makes you hard?"

"I'll make it go away. I promise." He whines.

"We both know it isn't going to go away as long as I'm in your lap." You cross your arms and give him a stern look. "Let me up."

He pouts. He really doesn’t want you to leave his lap.

"Come on now, none of that."

"Miss...please." He whispers.

"Oh no, no, no. Definitely none of that at work."

"Please, miss...I need you...besides...there's no one else here." He mumbles into your neck.

"That's not the point. Stop it. Right now." You say as sternly as you can muster. You're really not happy he's being like this at work. You'd both agreed this was only for private time.

He whimpers. But pulls back. "'M sorry." He mutters. "You can get off if you want...I don't deserve you being on my lap." He pouts again and you're not sure if he's trying to guilt you or if he's truly remorseful.

"If I want? You're allowing me off your lap now?"

He realizes his mistake. "I'm sorry. You can do whatever you want...obviously...just...ignore me." He mumbles.

You get off of his lap and go back over to your desk to continue your work while he stayed at his desk and continued his. He shuffles over to your desk when he's finished with his work, satchel slung over his shoulder. He's ready to leave and he's waiting patiently for you. He doesn't say anything. He just stands there in front of your desk.

You merely glance up at him before continuing to finish up your work. You make him stand there and wait for you to finish, being purposefully slower then usual. He picks up on this but does not dare to say anything about it to you.

You finally finish your work, logging off of your computer and shutting it down. You get up and pack up, walking away from your desk, across the bullpen and towards the exit without so much as another glance towards him. He follows you like the good little puppy dog that he is. His long legs allow him to get to the glass doors first to open one for you. You walk through without glancing at him or saying thank you. He crosses the threshold and again strides over to the elevator and doesn't make you wait for him to press the down button. He wouldn't want to make you more upset than you already were.

When the elevator doors open, he lets you enter first before getting in and pressing the Garage Floor button. You stand in silence as the elevator descends. He glances at you every once in a while but you do not grant him the pleasure of glancing back. You're not glaring at him, you're not looking at him at all. It's torture.

The elevator doors open and he lets you exit first before following you. He stays a respectful distance behind you. He wouldn't want to annoy you by being too close but he knows you don't like it either when he's too far in front of or behind you.

He says nothing as you both load your things into the car before getting into the passenger's seat. You don't say anything either as you get into the driver's seat and start the car. The drive to your shared apartment is torturously silent as well. You don't say anything as you drive and he again does not dare to speak to you.

You pull up to your apartment complex after the drive and park the car in your reserved spot. He waits for you to get out, an indication that you still do not wish to speak to him before he himself gets out and retrieves his satchel from the backseat.

He walks quicker than you to buzz into the lobby and to open the door for you. He sighs in relief when you walk ahead of him again and choose to walk the three flights of stairs instead of making him endure another horrible elevator ride.

He follows behind you at a respectful distance as you both ascend the stairs. He doesn't talk the whole way up to your floor. He gets in front of you and opens the door to your floor, letting you lead the way to your door. You stop at your door and look to him. He understands that you want him to open this door for you as well so he gets his key out and does just that, holding it open for you as you enter first before following behind you and closing and locking the door.

You say nothing once inside. You kick your shoes off. You take your jacket off and put it on a chair, putting your purse down on the dining table as well. You turn to look at him. Your expression is very stern. You're not very happy with him right now. He wishes you'd say something but he knows if you want to just give him a stern expression and say nothing at all to him, you were well within your rights to do so. You owed him nothing. He deserved nothing.

"What were you thinking pulling what you tried to pull at work? And I don't care that there wasn't anyone there. You know full well cleaning and maintenance crews may start working around that time."

"I shouldn't have acted the way I did. I'm sorry." He says softly, not being able to look you in the eyes.

"I hope you'll understand that sorry just isn't going to cut it when you disrespect me like that."

"I do understand, yes." He nods, glancing up at you before averting his gaze to the floor again.

"Good. Go sit on the couch."

Not daring to disobey you, he promptly goes over to the couch and sits down. You make him sit there and wait before you go over to the couch, now without your blouse. Spencer has to force himself not to look at your chest. You shed your bra next and Spencer can feel his face heat up as he tries desperately not to look at your bare breasts. He instinctively knows that you wouldn't want him ogling you right now.

"You don't wanna look at me, hon?" You ask and he can tell by your tone that you're teasing him.

He shakes his head no. He is afraid of making a wrong move.

"Why not? You were so hard and desperate for me earlier but now you don't even wanna look at me?" He's not looking at you but he can imagine that you're pouting.

You step closer to him. He still does not look at you. Instead, he's counting the stiches on the nearest throw pillow. You decide to let him spare himself for now and continue to strip out of your clothes. First your slacks and then your underwear.

He can hear the rustling of fabric. He knows you're stripping. He can see it out of the corner of his eye but still refuses to look at you. Even as you climb into his lap, his eyes are fixed on the throw pillow.

20...21...22...23...24...25

He shudders as your hands caress his neck. For now, you let him look at and do whatever he wants as you do whatever you want. And what you want to do is make him hard again so you rock your hips against his. His breath catches.

35...36...37...38...39...40

He tries to concentrate more on counting the stitches but he knows he's dangerously close to losing count and having to start over. You continue to rock against him and he involuntarily whimpers softly.

It doesn't take him very long to get hard again. He's that pathetic and he finds you that attractive. Once he's having a hard time containing his whimpers, you know he's good and ready. You get off of his lap to get his cock out of his slacks. He doesn't move (his hands or anything else) because he hasn't been told to.

"Look at me when I sink down onto your cock." You command and he obeys although he's not sure how long he is going to be able to last. He is sure that the look in your eyes alone was enough to make him cum. But he hasn't been given permission to cum so he doesn't.

He maintains eye contact with you as you position yourself and rub his cockhead up and down your already wet folds. He doesn't look down at it because he hasn't been instructed to. He looks into your eyes and has to fight to keep his eyes open as you push his cockhead against your vaginal entrance. You slowly sink down on him until you are fully seated and back in his lap again, your bare thighs spread out and touching the fabric of his slacks.

And so you just sit there on his lap. His hands stay at his sides and he maintains eye contact with you. You aren't moving. You aren't rocking. You aren't bouncing. You're just...sitting.

"Isn't this what you wanted earlier? For me to sit on your lap?" You ask softly. Your tone and eyes suggest that you’re teasing him just a bit. He wants you to do more? Too bad. He’s getting exactly what he wanted.

His stomach drops. You are right, of course. Earlier he was trying to get you to sit on his lap and now...here you were...on his lap. And he was hard earlier, just like he is now. And he can't deny that the thought of you warming his cock while he worked hadn't crossed his mind when you were sitting in it at work.

"Answer me, Spencer." You request gently.

"Y-yes," he admits softly, "this is...what I wanted earlier."

"And are you gonna be a good boy for Mommy while she gives you what you want?"

He nods, looking at you still. "Yes, Mommy. I'll be…a good boy." He murmurs softly.

"Do you like being inside of me like this, hon?" Your tone is sweet, still a little teasing but not as much as before.

"Y-Yes...I do." He nods slightly.

"See? All you had to do was be patient, baby. You didn't have to be a naughty boy. But...if you had been a good boy at work...maybe Mommy would be bouncing on your cock right now. But she isn't, is she?"

"N-no...she's not." He instinctively pouts lightly. Of course he’s sad that you’re just sitting still and not riding him, using him. But you’re giving him what he wanted. So he should be grateful, shouldn’t he?

“That’s right. She’s just sitting in your lap like you wanted earlier. She’s just giving you what you want. And you should be grateful. Mommy didn’t have to indulge you at all. You were a bad boy. You made Mommy upset. I could’ve edged you for a couple of hours instead.” You caress his face with your fingertips.

He looks at you wide eyed as you mention edging.

“Oh…you don’t like that idea, do you?” You chuckle softly.

He shakes his head no.

“So you’re grateful to Mommy for giving you what you wanted, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, Mommy. I’m grateful. I was a bad needy boy. Thank you for not punishing me more harshly.”

As you continue to just sit there on his lap, he whimpers when you rub your clit a bit and provide some more lubricant. Your wet and warm cunt envelops his cock completely. His cock fits snuggly inside of it like it was made for him. Or rather…your cock fits snuggly inside of you like it was made for you. And maybe it was. He belongs to you. Every part of him is yours. To love. To hold. To cherish. To praise. To use. To punish.

[neetily]

nsfw sam thots. kinda gooner thoughts lmao ngl...

warning: piss. goon behaviour.

sammy who sits at his computer desk with porn blasting through his headset as loud as possible, fist tight as he fucks his own hand, unintentionally rutting against his palm like a fucking bitch in heat from how eager his hips are. so desperate to cum, he doesn't even realise just how loud his chair is squeaking from under the weight of his thrusts, and he certainly doesn't hear his bedroom door open OR close...

sammy who, on occasion, will just hump whatever object is in front of him if he can get away with it. the saloon bar, body pressed right up against the rigid wood for him to circle his hips against; slow and steady, making sure not to draw attention to himself. at home, when he's alone in the kitchen, he'll take to grinding his fat cock against the edge of the counter, or the corner of the kitchen table, or fuck, sometimes he likes to stick what he can of his erection through the holes in the chairs just to feel some pressure upon his hard on while he humps. late at night, as he gets up to pee when everyone else is sleeping, he'll sometimes just... take a little detour. fuck his cock against the couch arm, all sleepy and slow, his boxers are fucking soaked and leaking onto the soft fabric of the couch. and he'll do this for a little bit until he really needs to pee, taking his time to empty his bladder before he humps the air a little. just a little. because he knows that he's gonna want to grind against his computer chair a bit before heading back to bed, keeping himself on the edge so that he can finish in his boxers when humping his pillow to sleep.

sammy who has to excuse himself to the bathroom every time you come into the saloon so that he can furiously fuck his fist to just the image of you, else he acts out in public and bends you over to fuck you like the many objects he's rubbed his cock against.

sammy who, in the middle of gaming with his friends online, will tell them be right back, mom wants me. but she never does, does she? instead, he's muting his mic so that he can pull his cock out and place it between his tense and closed forearms stretched in front of him, mimicking a faux cunt as he lifts his hips just a little to better fuck against his own skin. sometimes, he likes to do it when his friends are using cams. literally fucking himself silly with his own tight forearms to the image of his besties laughing and enjoying themselves.

sammy who likes to see how long he can nurse an erection for in public. palming at his straining cock all night long in the saloon, under tables and in the bathroom. he'll pet and rub at his hard on in public privacy when playing solarian chronicles with his friends, huffing and puffing away to himself when he gets a little too eager and starts feeling a little too good and fuck he's already so close after edge for so long, but imagine how much he'll bust if he holds off for just a little longer, right?

sammy who likes to piss before cumming. often, he likes to piss inside of his fleshlights, pretending that it's you instead that's taking all of his liquid. filling her up so full that it splashes out against him every time he fucks it full again, the warm wet heat that sloshes all around his painfully hard cock only coaxes some more piss to dribble out of him, and as he imagines hearing you beg for more of his pee, he can't help but to shoot a load soon after. it's always a bitch to clean the toy out afterwards, but he likes to think that him eating it out helps at least a little. imagining your sweet sighs of relief as he cleans you up, drinking up the mixture of piss and cum from your soaked little cunt until you're all clean again. he always gets hard immediately following, wondering if he'll treat the same toy to his perversion, or pull out another one.

sammy who doesn't even realise how horny he is sometimes. simply allowing himself to get so annoyingly hard, frustration settling in his bones until his hips start to twitch themselves. fucking into the air automatically, like it's natural to fuck against nothing. seeking out any sort of friction mindlessly, absent-mindedly allowing his hips to move regardless of where he is. sebastian has caught him doing it a few times, and the resulting gross comment only has his cock trembling more. big fat bulge for all to see, fuuuuuck, isn't that just so hot?

sammy who practically begs for you to sit on his lap one evening. doesn't matter if others are around or not, his hands are immediately on your hips to manhandle you into circles his red hot leaking tip from under his tight jeans anyway. hard fucking cock pulsing from under your pretty ass, his own hips moving in tandem to the motion he's forcing you to endure. and he'd pretend like nothing was even happening, swatting your accusations away as he uses your body to get off in public, still not even attempting to hide his reactions because you feel to good pressing down on him like that.

um. gooner sam or smth idk.

[poetthewriter]

Hello!! I'm a bit new to your writing but I'd like to request smth! :D

Could you do a Goodtimeswithscar Scar x GN!Cat-Hybrid!Reader? The reader has spots of fur on their body. It tends to poof up everytime Scar would compliment them! One shot or hcs are fine w me :))

-🌑 anon

OMG HEY HEY MOONY (i now will call you moony) IM SORRY THIS DID NOT SHOW UP ON MY PHONE INBOX BUT I IS ON MY COMPUTER THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME I MISSED IT!

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕= 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒃&𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔🌱🧄🌿

Cozy kitty cat

GoodTimesWithScar x Gn!reader

Scar had always had quite an interest in the feline creatures and with that he even owned a friend of his own, Jellie, of course that along with his love for cats that meant he loved you quite a lot. when he first me you, aside from you already attention catching looks scar found great fascination in you cat like traits and soon this became one of his hobbies, trying to learn about your true self and kitty like antics.

Over time scar noticed even the smallest things about your hybrid side like how in the dark your eyes narrowed and you could always guide him through places at night, how every once and a while especially after sleeping you would stretch your back and arms out as far as you could and open your mouth showing off you pointy teeth, and how you would knead you hands into people after pouncing on top of them then continue to gently push you head into your friends rubbing you checks and hair against them.

This quest to learn more never failed to bore the young man but over time things started to change. yes your cat like features, antics, and habits where quite cute and charming but his focus on you shifted in a new direction.

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walking past a multitude of houses scar hummed gently, his steps had a swing in them and he seemed quite buzzy , the day was quite boring so far so Scar thought what better to do then visit his good friend, you. the flower sway beside him and he jumps up to you door, *knock knock knock* Scar pounds his fist on your door and waits for an answer, minutes past and the thought that you arnt home has crossed his mind but he shakes his head. only a few days prier the two of you talked about you weekly plans and you told him you would be home today.

after contemplating for a moment the eccentric man finally makes a decision, the window close to you door is open and it doesn't seem like you would get to angry at him...…

Scars foot balances between the porch and your window seal slipping back and forth he manages to pull him self through the opening. taking of his shoes he walks around your house with a big smile still painted on his face, a silly voice calls out your name but to no Advil there's still no response.

just before Scar goes to give up something catches his attention.

A shirt?

a shirt lays on the ground right in front of the laundry room, Scar picks it up and smiles at it knowing that its yours, trying to be kind Scar opens the laundry room door to put the shirt in there but to his surprise there you are laying on top of a piles of freshly dried clothes.

Scar cant help but laugh at the silly sight before him but try's to muffle his giggles as hard as he can as to not wake you up. as he calms down he cant help but stare, you lay there and somehow just from seeing you he feels calm, and purrs softly emit from you mouth and your ears softly switch.

slowly scar sits beside you on the massive pile of freshly clean clothing, towels and blankets and sinks in to the softness, his closes his eyes understanding why you fell asleep here, the makeshift bed is still super warm from the dryer and extra soft after being newly washed and after just moments he has already drifted asleep right beside you.

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your eyes flush open and you take a moment to adjust to the lights around you, looking around now awake a soft sound of breathing catches your ears, looking down beside you their sits scar and you cant help but heat up.

"huh... what time is it" Scar mumbles patting his hands around searching the room. "wait, Y/n! I forgot I came, did I scare you?" he continues speaking with a grin.

"What are you doing here Pretty boy?" you respond to his antics and you cling on to him pushing you ears as well as hair into the crook of his neck. Scar sits there all giddy over the nickname you commonly call him that he doesn't really notice that you turn on some lanterns until you have finished lighting them all.

"i was a little bored~ and what better to do then to visit my favorite catlike friend!" he pipes dragging out some of his word extenuating his smirky dimeter, the patches of you fur poof up as he finishes complementing you and your cheeks rose up as you tuck your face into you hands.

"Awwwww! i love when you fur poofs up like that" scar says reaching his hand you pet the soft patch on your right cheek and scratch the back of your ear, normally some cat hybrid didn't like when people touched them or pet them but you liked it to be honest you quite like when your friends pat you head or pick up on your cat like traits you found it to be quite endearing but with scar everything was different you loved it. Scar was your person always the kindest and most accepting of you he made you feel better then anyone had, the man loved you cat like self but overtime things changed.

"thank you Scar" you respond to his previous comment but little did he know that you weren't just thinking him for the complements he showered you with but for the love he shared with you. you pull scar up of the pile of now cold clothing and drag him to the living room, the couch is pulled out covered in piles of warm blankets and fuzzy pillows and the room is kept warm by the gentle fire.

Adding a few logs of wood in to the fireplace you finally sit down with Scar once again and the two of you huddle into the warmth of the house and each other. huh?.. wait is this normal for friends?......

Scar finally understands yes he loved your cat side but the only reason he loves it as much as he does is because its a part of you, everything you do cat like or not he loves and finds ever so charming, so he could care less hybrid or not he loves you.

three words come out of you mouth as if you had read his mind right as you fall asleep you cant help but say..

"i love you"

[tired-biscuit]

Innocent reader knows nothing about sex but wants to please her current boyfriend?? WHO better to ask for advice than her step brother kiba? He could surely show her the ropes- show her how she should be getting fucked. How he could be fucking her instead. Maybe he would fuck her so good she would leave that good for nothing boyfriend of hers.

18+ fem!reader // cw: stepcest, virginity loss, infidelity.

he smiles when you linger by his door one afternoon, finally having the balls to ask him for his help.

the room is hot. it's one of those unbearable days in the year when the air itself weighs heavy on your shoulders and the concrete outside looks like it'd melt the soles of your shoes right off if you ever decided to take a single step out the front door. blinding sunlight seeps between the parted curtains, which open up way for an occasional breeze to come swooping in from time to time. it paints the walls a mellow orange.

the little gust of wind - which you'd call mundane, at best - fails to cool down your heated skin, and it doesn't strike you as shocking, really. nearly saturated with sweat; your cutesy top has long since become flushed to your spine, uncomfortably clinging to your skin despite being cropped. it's so hot out that even the little hairs on the nape of your neck have turned damp. a cold rinse doesn't sound like such a bad idea to be quite honest.

however, the heat is not the only reason as to why you're sweating in such great amounts. your core temperature also rises because the expression that now rests on your stepbrother's face seems to be one of pure amusement. he even tilts his head to one side like a puppy would as he turns away from his computer screen to look at you. no wait, scratch that; he doesn't just look at you.

he leers. practically eyes you up from the top of your head to the tips of your toes like a proper bastard as he leans back and swivels in his gaming chair. the dark look in his eyes and the hazy tension to accompany it make your nipples harden. from the way he's staring so openly at your chest, you don't doubt that he's noticed them turning apparent underneath your shirt. there's no bra to shield them.

"you want me to do what?" he asks at some point, looking you in the eyes finally.

the question - no, the tone - he now voices makes you start sweating even more profoundly. there's a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he notices the way your hand twitches with desire to reach up and wipe away the thick film of salt that's now sitting on your forehead. they're rosy and plump - his lips. never chapped, except during an especially cold winter, because he always keeps a water bottle nearby that's bigger than your goddamn head just so he can consistently hydrate during his workouts over the course of this hellish summer.

being a gym rat has its quirks, you suppose. the appealing muscles, broad shoulders and jaw-dropping strength don't sound too bad, now that you think about it.

brushing away the thought, you watch with narrowed eyes as he takes his headphones off and leans over his desk to pick up said water bottle, now. trying not to pay any mind to the warmth that increases somewhere in the pit of your stomach whilst you watch him drink the cool liquid, you know damn well that the way his throat moves every single time he swallows shouldn't make you so intrigued. that when he bites through an ice cube, the sound and sight of it shouldn't make you visibly shiver.

but you just can't help yourself.

you're finally ready, after all; ready to indulge in the dirty thoughts that have been plaguing your mind for a long while, and to lose your virginity in the process, too. ready to impress your boyfriend with some skills he definitely wouldn't expect you to have, but would otherwise enjoy experiencing them nonetheless.

and speaking of your boyfriend: what's important is that he's the reason as to why you're here in the first place, not kiba, your mean stepsibling. that he's the reason why you're willing to learn how to acquire those nasty skills with the help from another man, who just happens to be your stepbrother. in your defense, it's not like you've planned it! your one year anniversary is right around the corner and this is just way more convenient than trying to land a hookup that might end in disaster.

so as you stand there, looking at those big brown eyes that nearly gleam with twisted delight, you swear to yourself that wooing your boyfriend is the only reason why you're offering yourself to your big brother now.

and yet, all you say is, "ugh, never mind."

however, when you turn to run away just like you always do with your problems, there's an immediate, steady pressure wrapping around your wrist. you have no idea how he's managed to reach you so fast, but before you've even fully succeeded in stepping away from the doorway, he's right there, standing beside you.

his grip is cautious, albeit firm when he spins you around so that he can look at your face again. avoiding eye contact by keeping your chin tucked low, you internally scold yourself for always forgetting how swift he can be when he wants to be. there's something eerily cat-like about him, even if he reminds you of a dog when it comes to his godawful personality.

and that dog in him really shines through when he roughly pats your cheek and chuckles. by the time you try to push his hand away, it turns into quiet, most definitely provocative laughter. what a douchebag.

"easy there, squirt," he says mid-laugh, letting go of your wrist just so he can close the door shut behind you. it's just the two of you, you're home alone for who knows how long, but the action still makes you feel slightly wary. especially as he leans down to your eye level to add, "where are ya runnin' off to all of a sudden, hmm?"

glowering up at him at the stupid nickname he simply refuses to stop using for you just because you're a couple of years younger than him, you chide, "forget it... it was just a stupid idea, moron."

"yeah, it was," he mumbles, nodding vehemently just to spur you on. "but, i never said i wouldn't do it."

that surprises you. "wh-... what?"

he smiles again at the obvious shock you exhibit, and only when you spot the dimple appearing in his right cheek, do you notice how close he actually is to you. there's no actual proximity; you can smell his inviting scent, can see the ring of amber in his irises. his tan skin looks like it's glowing in the golden hour, and the fact that he's shirtless, only wearing black gym shorts that hang dangerously low around his waist, does not help you at all when it comes to ripping your gaze away from him.

the small amount of freckles that are dusted all over his sun-kissed shoulders and the bridge of his nose only make him seem even cuter than he already is, despite the fact that his vocabulary is absolutely foul as he says, "well, since you're offering... lemme get your little virgin cunt ready for your stupid boyfriend, then."

time either seems to come to a full stop or starts moving insanely fast after that, because one second you're standing at your big brother's door, glaring up at him in evident disapproval, and the other you're laying on his bed; squirming on top of the mattress he keeps pressing you into with his immense weight.

he sighs as he flicks up the hem of your shirt to the collar so that he can see your tits. you're not entirely sure if it's an appreciative one, but his eyes do light up at the sight and his cheeks are ever so slightly pink as he says, "did he eat you out already?"

you can barely function from being exposed so easily. he really has no sense of privacy, does he? "y-yeah, once."

he brushes his thumb over your nipple as he cups the fat of your breast with one hand. it's hard to keep yourself from arching your back until it's shaped like one of those old-timey bridges. "was it any good?"

"i mean, it was okay." a small pause forms as you think and sink your teeth into your bottom lip. "i didn't know where to put my hands, though, and that made me spiral a bit... i guess i kept overthinking the entire thing."

it's true what you tell him when he dips down to peck your jawline; you really were overthinking it whilst your boyfriend tried to give you head. however, as he kisses his way down your stomach, unceremoniously ridding you of your shorts and panties along the way, it's different.

because five minutes later, you have no time to form a thought, much less overthink it. the way he knows how to overstimulate you with his mouth is indescribable. moans keep bubbling up your throat as he licks you; loud slurping noises - lewd-sounding enough to make a feverish blush sear your face and make you cum all the harder - emit as he fucks your virgin hole with his tongue and fingers.

he's got you splayed wide open for him with the help of his hand on your thigh even if you're not used to being so exposed and vulnerable. it's insane to look down; to see the tip of your brother's nose smushed against your clit in broad daylight, to see his eyelids turning heavy with lust from how pussy drunk he's getting on his little sister's cunt. his chestnut hair is all mussed up from how many times he's made you run your hands through it. it makes him look all the more appealing, because the messy look has always suited him better than neat button ups and fancy shoes.

holding fistfuls of it and tugging at the roots whenever he hits a rather sensitive spot within you, you suppose he's taught you where to put your hands at least. perhaps this entire thing really will help you get ready for your anniversary with your boyfriend, who you're so happily cheating on right now. perhaps.

but truth be told, you're not thinking about your anniversary or your boyfriend at all when your brother finally gets to sink into you for the first time. when he makes you wrap your legs around his waist and pushes in deep - right past that pesky barrier that only he will be able to call his from now on.

and goddammit, breaking that barrier hurts; it hurts like a motherfucker. multiple tears slide down your cheeks when you blink, but he doesn't wipe them away. just watches.

it takes a bit of effort for him to push the entirety of his cock into you. you're nervous and overwhelmed and stuffed full with him, with anyone, for the first time, so it's normal. it feels like he's reaching all the way up to your throat, and with the way your eyes widen and your mouth pops open in response to the fullness, you're reminding him of a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding car.

there are even more tears brimming your waterline, now. you whimper when they cling to your eyelashes. "it hurts."

"i know," he grits out, panting. yours is the tightest pussy he's ever had the pleasure of experiencing and the way it clamps down around his fat cock, despite the ache you're enduring at the moment, feels like a dream. it makes him sneer with arrogance as he mutters, "but look at it this way... if you're able to take me, then i'm positive you'll have no trouble taking that dunce of yours."

"you think your dick is bigger than his?" you try to quip, though it doesn't come across as sassy as you want it to when you're in-between whines and your eyes insist on rolling into the back of your head. stupid, stupid, stupid.

"i dunno, you tell me," he replies, his grin complacent. "you're the one who gave handjobs to both... wanna play slutty critic?"

"well- ah, fuck," a small, mewlish moan slips out when he strokes your walls for the first time. you're not sure if it's from the pain, pleasure, or a mixture of both, but the throbbing hardness that touches your sensitivity inside makes your legs shake. the squishy, soft part within you is so tender. "i-it isn't."

he snorts at your sad little jab, the sound so derisive that it makes your heart tighten, not just your cunt.

"yeah? you're sure 'bout that, sis?" he draws his hips back and adds a little more fervour to his thrust this time, watching as your entire body stutters with the action.

he nearly makes you glitch out of this reality with it and the wanton cry you let out in response is so loud that it would surely wake up the entire house. thank goodness you're home alone.

his grin grows absolutely vicious as he looks down at the place where you connect. your cunt is so soft and warm, it sucks him right in. and as if the moan alone wasn't proof enough, he even gets to feel your toes curl and your heels dig into his lower back when he spreads your pussy lips apart with his fingers and spits right onto your clit.

he leans in to whisper into your ear whilst he messily smears his saliva into the sensitive button of nerves, "'cause i can't help but keep wondering; could your little boyfriend make you sound like i just did, mm?"

could he?

[heybank]

DENY PART FOUR

omg here is part four!! this chapter is a little longer (i think)

smut is literally so hard to write bc i'm like wait where is everyone's hands. who's body part is where??? anyway i hope you like it :)

cw: oral (m rec) cumplay, mention of virginity

masterlist here

pogues (nsfw 18+)

they hadn't exactly told the others about their new relationship. they've been lucky so far with john b caught up in sarah and kie is busy with working at the wreck and the new girl she's been seeing and doesn't think we know about.

we've all been so stuck in the honeymoon phase of a new relationship, learning each others bodies and navigating dating as a polyamorous throuple.

grace wishes she could stay in this bliss, cocooned in her boyfriends heat and scents. right now they're in popes bedroom, the three of them squished together on his small twin sized mattress, trying to touch every inch of each other.

you've all discussed about what or how to tell your friends but right now you want to keep it a secret. you're not ashamed but you're a little afraid of possible repercussions you all will face when the truth comes out.

you think john b will be confused at first, he's always been a little thick in the skull but you know he'll come around. sarah will not care at all and probably want to corner you and hear all your juicy details.

kie might be tricky, she's been adamant about the no pogue on pogue macking and now here you are, macking on two of them.

you and jj are kind of lucky in the aspect of your parents literally do not care if you live or die so there's no worry about telling them. pope on the other hand, you're a little worried mr and mrs heyward won't understand or be not so accepting. you know they love pope but ignorance sometimes sticks to your bones and makes people feel certain ways about certain things. pope jokes they'll be happy he's dating you, they love you. they just might not be enthusiastic about trouble maker white boy extraordinaire.

jj says no matter what you'll all have each other and that thought makes you pull your boys in even tighter.

"pope..." you softly ask your brown eyed boy, "can i suck your dick?"

the question and the innocence of how you asked it makes both boys choke on their spit. despite the steaminess of your dream and some heavy petting here and there, none of you have actually gone all the way with each other. you and pope are virgins, jj is the only one with experience. you cringe thinking about your man with other people.

"yeah? you wanna suck my dick pretty?" pope asks, trying to be cool but he's really fucking hyped.

"yeah." you answer shyly. "wanna make you feel good and then i wanna make j feel good too."

none of you have to say anymore words, pope jumps off his bed and walks over to where you were sitting on his computer chair, you pull him in for a hug and give him a soft slow kiss.

"jj, will you teach me?" you inquire.

"yeah baby girl, i'll help you make pope feel really good." he responds.

you kneel down in front of pope, eagerly going to his belt buckle and undoing his shorts. you pull them down his legs and see his prominent bulge in his boxer briefs, precum staining the grey material.

"tease him through his boxers, baby." jj prompts you.

you lean in and nuzzle popes covered dick with your nose and mouth. softly suckling him through the fabric. you moan at his scent. he smells clean mixed with salt water and musk that is inherently pope.

out of the corner of your eye you see jj pulling out his dick and giving it a soft tug. he's getting so turned on watching you give pope his first blow job.

"don't tease anymore grace, please" pope whines.

you nod and slowly pull the boys underwear down to his ankles so pope can step out of them. you see his dick sprig up and hit his tummy with a soft smack and you gasp at the size. he's bigger than jj in length, even tho jjs cock is thicker. you squeeze your thighs together to release some pressure that's been building up in your core.

you gently grab popes dick and give the tip a kitten lick, moaning out loud at the taste.

"go on and lick him, princess. from his balls and back to his tip." jj directs. he's still softly tugging at his own dick.

"will you help me jj? suck his dick with me?" you ask coyly. you know your innocent act turns them on beyond belief.

"yeah? you want me to suck his dick baby? you want that pope?"

the poor heyward boy just looks blissed out, eyes downcast. he just moans and nods in consent. the thought of both his partners sucking his dick together makes him want to nut right then and there.

you move to the side to make room for jj to also sit in front of popes cock. jj pulls you in for a passionate kiss, sticking his tongue in your mouth, moaning a little when he tastes pope on your tongue.

when you end your kiss you and jj both lean in to suckle on popes cock, at this point he's dripping with precum and is so close to busting.

you open your mouth and try to suck his dick down your throat, moving your head up and down causing pope to grab the hair at the back of your head. he doesn't push you further onto his cock tho, ever the gentleman.

while you're sucking his dick jj leans forward and takes one of popes balls into his mouth causing both boys to moan for different reasonings.

you pull off popes cock with a gasp, spit and precum all over your mouth and chin, leaving his cock wet and shiny.

this encourages jj to lean in and continue on what you were just doing. he's never sucked a dick before but he has one of his own so he knows what would potentially feel good.

you raise your hand to jjs hair and begin massaging his head, casual intimacy that you've always had with the boy regardless of sex. you also take note you're still holding popes hand with your other one, essentially connecting all three of you together.

"i'm gonna cum- jj please" pope moans.

"can he cum on my face jj please i want it in my mouth and on my face!"

jj released popes cock with a sly grin and lifts his hand so he can jack the other boy off.

"yeah, you wanna cum on her face pope? make our girl all dirty?"

a few more pumps and pope is shooting out warm streams of his cum, loud moans and cries coming from the heyward boys mouth.

you moan at the feeling of his warm cum landing on your cheek and mouth, causing you to open it and suck down the remaining of popes load.

"fuck that was the best orgasm i've ever had." pope breathlessly says, knees buckling so he can join the two of you on the floor.

jj leans in to kiss you, licking at your face and lips to help clean off popes cum, with a mouthful still in mouth, he leans in and kisses pope, tongues collided and popes release being shared back and forth between the two boys. they are so fucking hot.

once the boys pull away from each other, you give out a giggle and excitedly start pawing at jjs still hard leaking cock.

"your turn!!" you say with eyes full of lust.

you're all at the chateau, sitting around the fire when it's actually pope who slips up. you're all calm and slightly tipsy from beers. pope gets up telling everyone he needs to leave for the night cause his dad needs help in the morning. he plants a kiss on jj without even thinking, moving onto you with ease. he doesn't clock the silence from the rest of the pogues or their wide eyes and shocked faces.

"surprise!" you cheer, blush scorching your face as you grab jjs hand for reassurance. jj reaching out to grab popes and pull him closer in case this goes sideways.

"i fucking knew it!" sarah cheers jumping out of her seat in triumph! "you owe me $5 john b!" she gloats.

uh oh.

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[ilexdiapason]

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Oli doesn't try to broach the subject again until the pizza is delivered and the ice cube is a soaked-up puddle in a napkin on the coffee table.

When he does, though, it's with his hands in his lap and his best efforts to not sound like a scolding teacher. "You wanna tell me what that was about?"

Martyn, in lieu of answering, pulls open the pizza box and wiggles a slice free from the still-stringing cheese. His fingertips bounce it between them, ginger; he bites down and clearly regrets it. Still, he chews, mouth caught in a conflict between ventilating the heat and keeping his secrets sealed tight shut behind it.

"Come on," Oli continues, gentle as he can push it. "I can't help you if I don't know what the problem is."

Martyn swallows. He looks like he's deliberating.

He must decide, whatever the stakes of this crisis are, that Oli's worth it, because he does reply.

"You know," he says, quiet, "I wasn't kidding when I said you should keep your computer away from me."

"Do you want me to take it upstairs?"

"I mean - bit late now. But yeah, that'd probably help."

So he probably has the conviction that something, somebody, is listening in through the machine. That's understandable; if whatever his situation was involved him being able to join some random strangers' games, he probably had a computer, and it was probably monitored, which would explain why he's so terrified of being tracked. It makes about as much sense as anything else in this exchange does. 

Even if it didn't, though, Oli still would have taken his laptop back upstairs, tapped out a quick notice that he'd be unavailable for the rest of the day, and tossed it on his bed - and his phone beside it, after a moment's thought. Martyn's comfort is what really matters here.

"There we are," he says on his way back in, "the highest-tech thing in the room now is probably the microwave."

Martyn offers him a thin smile, which feels more like progress than anything else.

"Right." He sits back down, takes his own piece of pizza (which by now is a far more edible temperature than it must have been when Martyn tried it), and gets the whole thing down before he takes another shot. "You want to start, or shall I?"

Martyn exhales amusement. "Go on then. Tell me what you know."

"Not a lot," Oli admits, "apparently. You don't make a lot of sense. You fell out of the sky, you still seem fairly surprised that things are real, you didn't know we’d been playing Minecraft - and you were calling me CHEST agent, which isn't a job title my company offers, as far as I'm aware. What, were you born in a video game?"

"I told you I was born in Nottingham."

"That might have been a cover story!"

"Nah. Wouldn't lie about that. I am a real boy, Gepetto, you can believe me on that one."

"Well, there's one thing I know for sure about you," Oli says. "All this talk of being in there, though. I don't know. VR?"

"Something like. You -" he hushes his voice, even though it's the middle of the afternoon and the neighbours won't be home "- you're, like, a normal CHEST employee, then? Front end stuff?"

"Yeah. I told you, I'm a software dev. If it's a front, I'm not in on the secret."

"God," says Martyn, "okay, so you're still not safe, but… okay, telling you this now, you're not getting the whole truth. But your company sucks and you should quit your job."

"Sucks like questionable QA policies or sucks like torturing teenagers in the basement?"

"I - shit," says Martyn, "a lot of those agents might have been folks like me, huh. Damn. Least I never killed anyone."

"I seem to remember you being pretty handy with a knife."

"Yeah, 'cause none of that was real, I was a bloody rat in a maid dress. You can't be on at me for killing people there."

"Suppose Jimmy killed the gardener."

"Exactly!"

"So, what, CHESTCorp have figured out how to turn VR into R, and you got caught up in it?"

"Not CHEST," Martyn takes another go at his slice of pizza, "just Doc. It's real experimental stuff. You're lookin' at test subject number one, I'm pretty sure."

"And now that you're not a test subject any more," he finishes, "you're having trouble readjusting."

"I guess. It's just… y'know, like, it's nice to be back, but… weird. Incredibly weird."

"Two and a half years would do it," Oli nods.

They take another lull to properly eat. Oli hadn't realised before this how starving he is; he would have thrown something together from the groceries he'd picked up if he hadn't had a guest to entertain. Martyn, too, seems fairly intent on ingesting an entire pizza by himself. His mother’s voice sounds inside his head, urging him to slow down, but Oli ignores it. If Martyn ends up with stomach problems it’ll just be another stark reminder that he’s not… trapped in a virtual reality simulator, he supposes.

“So, er,” he picks back up, once they’ve cleared the wedges and made more than a dent in the pizza, “what now?”

“Hmm?”

“You’ve gone through all that. Nobody’s going to believe you, I assume, if this stuff’s as top-secret as it seems to be.”

“Kinda thing you’d need a two-hour primer with your therapist for,” Martyn nods, “and a lot of faith in doctor-patient confidentiality.”

“But, what, do you just… go home?”

“I’d like to,” he says. “I would really, really just like things to go back to normal.”

There’s a silence. But they can’t rings clear as a bell in the air between them anyway.

Martyn looks down at the last three slices of pizza. “You should take me home.”

“You’re sure?”

He swallows. “Yeah. I’ll just… I’ll be a big surprise for my parents when they get back home from work. And then I’ll add you guys on Discord, and hopefully we’ll be able to talk more on there?”

“Hopefully,” says Oli, meaning it more than anything. His entire life’s been pretty much flipped on its head by this encounter. “We’re always wondering about you, y’know. Or, I mean, I am. Owen probably thinks you’re there from Apo, Apo probably thinks you’re there from Owen, all that, but… Hard not to wonder who the hell you really were, when you would never act like it was actually a game.”

“I mean, it’s all a game, isn’t it, really?” Martyn muses, half-distant. “Just in the long dream now.”

“Is that from the End Poem?”

“Is it?”

Oli shakes his head. No time for all that. “So I’m driving you back to Nottingham, and… you’ll DM me when you can?”

“Yeah.”

It’s the best he can ask for.

Martyn refuses to tell Oli his exact address, just asks him to drive close enough that Martyn can walk the rest of the way home. It’s understandable - a CHESTCorp employee knowing Martyn’s exact location is, apparently, an incredibly dangerous thing - but still a little concerning. He’d at least like to be sure that Martyn won’t be getting poached back by this Doc guy at the earliest notice. Still, Martyn’s comfort remains the most important thing, and so he leaves his Google Maps at home.

It’s a bit of an autopilot drive, even without directions. Oli feels the wheel under his fingers, the pedals under his feet, like they’re abstracts. He looks over once or twice and sees Martyn glued to the window, to the mirrors, hypervigilant; he hopes that Martyn feels a little more real now than he did before.

They’re idle at a semi-populated roundabout when Martyn straightens his back. “Second exit, then pull over,” he announces.

“Almost there?”

“Pretty close.”

Oli obliges.

Martyn, with just the barest tremor in his fingers, pops the car door and steps out.

“You’re sure you’re gonna be okay?”

The words leave Oli’s mouth in a rush, the emotion behind them probably more visceral than Martyn is expecting, if the way he startles at them is any indication.

“Because - ‘cause if you need a hotel, or cash, or -”

“No,” says Martyn, “no, I’m fine. Promise.”

He hesitates, hand on the open car door, a few more seconds.

“And thanks,” he finishes, “I don’t - I’m not - I don’t know. Appreciate it.”

Oli understands what he’s getting at. “Stay safe, okay?”

“Nah, I’m gonna throw myself right in the Trent when you’re gone,” Martyn smiles, and Oli dutifully ignores the crack in his voice. Blame it on the last vestiges of teenagehood.

“And if you do end up needing to - I suppose erase all traces of your old life online… then it’s been an honour.”

“Yeah.”

“... Good luck.”

“Talk to you later,” Martyn says, and slams the car door closed.

All Oli can do, once he’s ambled out of eyeshot, is mechanically drive back home.

So that was InTheLittleWood. Friend group cryptid, unethical experiment, man with more trauma than Oli could ever begin to help him deal with… but man he was able to feed, and house, and walk through an emotional response, which is better than nothing at all. The one person in the world who Oli could almost hit with his car and have that be a better situation than the one he’d just escaped from. Still a mystery, too; he’s left Oli with far more questions than answers, left him returning to an empty house and wishing he’d been selfish enough to make Martyn stay a little longer, talk a little more.

Oli picks up his phone where he’d tossed it in the bedroom.

He has one new email to his work address.

Human Resources 3:04 PM

to me ��

Subject: Performance Review

Dear Oliver,

You have been scheduled for a performance review. You are required to report to our Shoreditch location by 09:00 tomorrow, Tuesday December 12th. Failure to comply with this request will result in disciplinary proceedings, which may lead to your subsequent termination.

Regards,

Dan

Human Resources

CHESTCorp UK

Ah.

That’s… well.

The word termination is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that threat.

… Okay, so they’re working to a deadline now. That’s fine. He can deal with that. Martyn’s been dealing with far worse, right?

The friend request, at least, flips through from pending to accepted.

TheOrionSound — Today at 16:14

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InTheLittleWood — Today at 16:14

Shit.

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[honeybadger16]

How f1 drivers would cuddle with you

Pairings: C.L., C.S., M.V., C.P., L.H., G.R., P.G., L.N., D.R., and M.S. x reader

Warnings: fluff??

a/u: I didn't write all for all the drivers on the grid, just the ones I had inspiration to write for, if I didn't write for a driver you wanted to read about please message me and I'll write for them too :))) I hope you enjoy!

Charles Leclerc

Charles would want to cuddle 24/7 with you if he could. He'd prefer to be the big spoon so he can wrap his hands around you and pull you closer to him. He also likes to smell your shampoo/perfume when he leans in to give small kisses on your neck. The type of cuddler that brings you closer to him when you try to get out of bed.

Carlos Sainz

Carlos would move to cuddle with you when a movie is playing or the two of you are just relaxing on the couch. He likes it when you lay your head on his chest so he can play with your hair and still pay attention to the screen in front of him. At night, the set up is usually the same, especially when he had been gone from home for a longer period of time, he holds you closer to him by wrapping an arm around you.

Max Verstappen

Max is the biggest softie. Usually cuddles before bed and loves being the small spoon, but he'll never say it out loud. Wrapping your arms and legs around his taller body puts him right to sleep. He likes holding your hands when they're around him. His cats usually stay at the end of the bed with the two of you. Bonus points if you play with his hair.

Checo Perez

I can see Checo moving around a lot when it comes to cuddling, but he wants to feel a part of you at all times. He would like it when you put your hands on his chest and talk with him about your guy's day before falling asleep. He also likes to cuddle right after the both of you shower and use the lotion he really likes on you.

Sir Lewis Hamilton

O lord, where do I begin. He would be a 10/10 cuddler. He would help you pick out the most comfortable (and stylish) pajamas to wear while he would probably to go bed without a shirt. Having Roscoe next to the two of you is a must and sometimes you wake up with him in the middle of you two. Lewis wouldnt mind any position, but he prefers being the big spoon. He would go all out too, preparing a bath for the two of you, massaging you with the best oils, and doing skin care together.

George Russell

Refuses to be the little spoon. (You've convinced him once or twice) Being taller than most people he would want his body wrapped around yours when cuddling. He also doesn't wear a shirt to bed and opts for long pants or shorts. Likes to go on his phone right before bed and tell you all the gossip he reads about (Pierre sends him screenshots).

Pierre Gasly

I think Pierre is the type to sleep naked lol. But if he has to wear something, you'll usually see him in boxers. Cuddling with Pierre would be a treat because he's either staying up late to play video games with Yuki or waking up early to go work out. I also see him being a radiator, emitting a lot of heat when he is sleeping. Pierre prefers to sleep on his back so anything position like that works for him.

Lando Norris

Lando would interesting to cuddle with,,, this boy would move around 100 times in one night. First he'd be the big spoon, move to sleep on your chest, and finally sleep in a starfish position lol. Lando will cuddle with you in the daytime preferably. He usually has you sit on his lap like a koala when he is gaming on his computer. When Lando loses in a game he'll accidentally curse in your ear, but give you lots of kisses to make up for it.

Daniel Ricciardo

Daniel's love language is physical touch and being near you all the time. It is a necessity to cuddle with him after returning from a trip. He'll be the big spoon and dig his face in your neck bringing you close as physically possible. If you're facing each other he'll trace the lines on your face bringing you to sleep faster. Daniel is a light snorer and feels bad about it lol.

Mick Schumacher

Mick is such a cute cuddler. He loves to have the air conditioning on blast, so expect him to have like three blankets. However, he's a blanket hogger and will have all three blankets on him. He would want to hug you, facing you and having your legs intertwined. Mick is a light sleeper, so every movement you make he'll notice.

[snowgsf]

Character: Reader girlfriend of Jenna Ortega

Summary: After Jenna treats her girlfriend rudely again, you decide to vent about your relationship to its best friend.

Warnings: Slight mention of angst, Jenna being rude, crush on someone else?

Author: English is not my first language, so I had help from aunt google, sorry for any mistake.

- Jenna, can we talk? - The oldest doesn't look at me or answer me, she was more than 9 hours straight in front of that computer. - That's bad, you know? You have to rest. - Again no response.

I lean against the door of her office, I watch her, I bite my bottom lip thinking about whether to go to her or not.

- Jen-

- Not now, I'm busy or you don't see it?

- Clear. - I walk away from the door and agree. - Sorry, I just came to call you to eat, but from what I see you won't come, I'll ask Lívia to bring something.

She doesn't answer me or look at me. I leave there heading towards the kitchen, I see Lívia singing excitedly cooking.

- Livia. - I call the girl who turns around. - Bring Jenna something to eat, please. - I give a lip smile and leave.

Knowing Jenna as I do, she's going to kick Livia out of the office. I decide to completely ignore the feeling of anguish over the way the older one treated me. I just take my notebook and decide to study.

I distracted myself more than I studied, and when I finally finished "studying", it was already dark. I decide to stop for today, I look at the time on the clock, it was six o'clock, the last time I ate was this morning.

When I go downstairs I hear laughter coming from the living room, I decide not to go there. Livia was no longer in the kitchen revealing that she was gone.

I look in the fridge for something to eat, only find a vase of orange juice.

I open the microwave and see my plate of food that I haven't eaten. I heat it up and pour the juice into a glass.

When I turn toward the counter, I'm startled. Lucas, a childhood friend of mine, was standing there with a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

- Hi Sleeping Beauty, I asked Jenna about you and she said you might have left.

- I was studying. - I'm vague in the answer, I sit at the counter and start eating my food.

- You didn't have lunch today, did you? - Nego.

- Didn't feel like it.

I shrug and eat quietly, Lucas sits with me not saying anything, just watching me.

- Cat, you have to go back to your normal diet.

- I just didn't eat today, don't worry.- The oldest runs his hand through my bangs.

Lucas cracks a smile and I look at him with a dubious face.

- What was in? You have a despondent face, your face can be seen from afar that you are not well.

I start playing with the food on my plate. I could still hear the laughter in the room, especially the girl I'm in love with.

- Me and Jenna, it's not happening anymore. - Lucas looks at me amazed, he was the main person who shipped me and Jenna, in fact he was the one who arranged everything between me and her.

- What do you mean it's not happening anymore? Two years of dating for nothing?

- It wasn't for nothing, I still love her, however, our lives are focused on different things.

- Are you focused on her and her on work? - I bite my bottom lip.

-It's not the first time she's been rude, like, I know she has to work, but she gets tired.

Lucas stops to reason my words out, he analyzes me.

- You're giving it your all. - I mock your words.

- We are in different moments Lulu, she is in her work moment, I am in my college moment, we barely see each other, and when we see each other she works all day in the office.

- Have you thought about talking to her? - I roll my eyes.

- Try talking to her like last time? She kicked me out of her office almost on tiptoe.

- Do you want to finish? - I ended up agreeing.

- Maybe, just a maybe, I'm liking someone else. Lucas widened his eyes.

- WHAT?

He gets up from one, I push him back into the chair.

- Need to scream?

- Clear. Explain to me who the other person is.

-She's a college girl, we do the work together. There's no way to date Jen Lulu anymore, we're in different tune.

He watches me. A smile plays on his lips.

- Well, first of all, break up with her before, don't cheat on her, you know very well the feeling of betrayal. - I agree. -Then go little by little, because you know you love Jenna still, you can see it in her eyes, maybe it's a crush what you feel for the girl, last and not least. - He pauses and looks at me seriously. - Don't break up for the girl, break up for you.

Abor a mocking smile.

- I first Lucas, others are later, after me.

He laughs and agrees.

- Let's go to the room, our friends are there.

He gets up and steals my piece of cake that I had set aside.

- LUCAS NO. - He runs to the room eating the cake, I run after him and when I get to the room he put the last piece in his mouth.

- Sorry, but it's over. - I look at him with hate.

Greeting everyone there, I think of sitting next to Hunter, but Lucas does it first, leaving only the space next to Jenna vacant.

Lucas can support me in all my decisions, but he would do anything for me not to break up with Jenna, I know the play.

When I sit down next to Jenna, she puts her arm around my shoulders and pulls me into a hug. She intertwines our fingers and leaves a kiss on top of them.

I snuggle into her arms. Even though we're not as good as we used to be, even with everything our relationship is suffering from, like the ignorance, the stupidity, the way we're being cold to each other, even with all of that, I still feel at home in your arms.

Jenna leaves a kiss on my temple, I pay attention to what Emma said excitedly. Jenna brings her mouth close to my ear.

- Sorry about earlier today. - I look at her, my girlfriend had spoken just for me to listen. I look into the eyes that still cause butterflies in my stomach.

- Sorry.

I answer and leave a peck on her lips.

- OOoOopa, stop picking on each other and listen to me. -Emma complains and I hear her talking about her failed love life again.

- I love you. - The oldest whispers against my neck.

- I love you.

[sombrashe]

Hi! i recently read your norm maclean x wastelander! reader fic, and i was wondering if you could write another one, basically in the same setting, but when they're already dating? like, it could be a part two to the earlier fic, but also could be read as a stand-alone fic?

sorry if its unclear, but thank you and have a great day!

content blood, graphic depictions of gore and death, ghoul child death, fluff, first confession

note(s) this can be read as a part 2 to this drabble or be read as its own story | thank you for the well wishes!! i hope you enjoy this and have a great day too

You hold your breath as you squeeze yourself through the smaller opening. Your sawed-off shotgun sits heavy in your palms. Hugging it close to your chest you take a few steps into the dark room. It takes a few seconds but a soft green light fills up the room. Looking up you notice the corner of the room crumbled in on itself to leave a large opening to the next room. Sitting in front of the door sits a burned-out husk of a bed. Crunching forwards you make your way towards the large hole. Looking back you watch as Norm inspects parts of the rubble leaving you in occasional darkness. Much of the furniture has been completely burned through and trashed.

"We're not the only people who have been through here."

"I can see that."

You roll your eyes at his scoff. Taking a step through the hole your eyes semi-adjust to the faint darkness. The light of his pip boy gives your eyes something to work with. Shadows dance across the walls. Distracting you enough for your right leg to catch on something.

"Fuck."

You shout quickly and you don't have to wait long before the room is illuminated. Sitting up you gather your gun back into your hands. Looking up you take in the sideways table with a single leg still attached. Sighing you go to hoist yourself up. You're stopped by a hand being shoved in your face. Biting back a remark you take it gratefully and allow Norm to help you onto your feet.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

You remove yourself from his gentle grasp. Heat burning your ears you point his attention to the dingy computer in the corner of the room. A strong wooden desk holding it up even after so many years. He gives you a warm green smile. Moving past you he rummages through his pack. A screwdriver and a few tools you don't know the names of are removed.

"Score."

You grin and wiggle the heavy metal lamp in the air. Norm doesn't look up from his objective and you frown at the lack of attention. Digging out a pack of matches you count yourself lucky as the lamp lights first try. You take one last look at Norm busy with removing the computer's electronic insides. Spinning you walk through the kitchen on the left finding a single can of cram and a half-empty water bottle. Humming you shove them into your rug-sack. Cautiously you start up the stairs and enter a small hallway. Only one door on the left, two on the right, and one more right in front of you. Taking a deep breath you ready your gun and slowly move door to door. The first door leads to a nursery and your heart hammers in your chest as you take in the nearly perfect room. The only thing out of state is blood splattered across the furthest wall. You don't bother going through the room and leave the door cracked as you move on. The second room is a large bedroom with a huge bed pressed underneath a window. This room looks burned out too and you notice the giant hole in the corner. You see another door a little further in but upon hearing the floor scream when you put any weight on it you decide to move on. The third room looks the worst. You gag at the stench before you even open the door. Swinging it open you're horrified at the sight. A family of bodies lies piled in the center of the room. A small child shakes hunched over them. Biting your cheek you take a single step into the room. The room is devoid of any furniture and you wonder where it all went. None of the other rooms had anything extra in them. Another step and you ready your gun. Quiet grunts are being drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears. Steading the gun towards the head you gently call out.

"Excuse me, sweetheart? Are you okay?"

Deep down you know the answer and struggle to keep yourself calm. Watching your fear turn to horror as the child finally faces you. Dark eyes look black in the dim lighting. Chunks of flesh have fallen off to give the little one a skeletal appearance. Every part of them looks so devoid of life and it takes everything in you not to scream. You've seen ghouls before but none ever as young as them. Aiming at their small head you take a few quick breaths before pulling the trigger. It's loud and you drop the gun to cover your ears. Gore splatters across the walls and they fall back into the pile. Dropping to your knees you gag painfully. You don't know how long you stay covering yourself. Norm wouldn't make you wait. Time simply doesn't feel right. You swing your fist back when something touches your shoulder. A shocked shout of your name and you're brought back to now. Letting your arm go limp at your side you're shocked to feel Norm gather you in his arms. What you're more shocked by is how tightly you cling to him. Burying your face into the crook of his neck you squeeze your eyes closed.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm not crying."

You start, trying to push him away as your face burns.

"I never said you were. I know you're not."

You allow him to continue holding you. Only weakly trying to fight him before ultimately relaxing back into his touch. You should be comforting him, he should be the one in a state of shock. Not you. Him.

"I'm not hurt. Just a little shocked. I've never killed a-."

You trail off and go silent. He understands and soothingly rubs at the back of your neck. You allow the time to pass both of you holding the other in strong embraces. Only after the smell starts to gag you do you allow yourself to pull away. Standing you reach out a hand for him. He clasps palm and palm and allows you to hoist him up. Quickly finding your gun you hold it with one hand before picking up the lantern from the floor. With Norm hot on your heels, you both exit the room. Clicking the door shut you steady your gun once again. You point to the last door at the end of the hallway and tell him to stand back. He follows your instructions, but you can feel the anxiety coming off of him in waves. Swinging open the door you're met with nothing but a closet full of towels. Sighing you pick up a few hoping Lucy could sow them into jackets for the upcoming winter.

"There's nothing here but towels."

Kicking the door shut you hook the lamp onto your full bag and hoist it back onto your shoulders. Now that you're with Norm again you decide to snuff it out. Joining him back near the stairs you ask him what he's found as you walk back to the hole in the wall you entered from. He explains how he found a lot of useable wires despite how burned out the shell of the computer was. You respond in the positive despite your mind being elsewhere. So deep elsewhere you don't even hear Norm repeating your name.

"Starlight?" You snap out of your head and look over at him.

"Please don't ever let me go feral."

"Never."

You reach out and squeeze his hand in yours. You're not a sappy person, really you're not. Yet here you were saying something you've never said before.

"I love you, Geek."

"I love you too, Starlight."

His smile is infectious and soon you're both grinning as you walk hand in hand.

[lokislytherin]

NOW I SEE DAYLIGHT (and i can never walk away)

tags: lookism, jaeseok, alpha!jay x beta!dan, older dan, falling in love, pining, crush, childhood friends, age gap, heat/rut, obsessed younger top oblivious older bottom

summary:

"kitae-yah, your little brother's name is jaeyeol, right?"

jaeyeol gazes up at the boy his older brother had brought home, the boy looking down at him with a sunshine smile and rosy cheeks.

"jaeyeol-ah, you're so cute!"

at the tender age of five, hong jaeyeol falls in love.

a/n: i haven't posted any actual writing here in a long time and i need to transfer this from my work notes app to my private computer acc and what other way to do that than tossing all of it here? anyway enjoy!

on the third of october, hong kitae turns eleven, and for the first time, with his father's permission, he hosts a birthday party. he brings all his closest friends over - jang udong, baek hangyeol, lee jihoon, and his best friend, park hyungseok.

jaeyeol peeks out of his room, curious, but too scared to even walk over to say hello. "that's my little brother," kitae-hyung says, pointing to jaeyeol, "we can just leave him. he can entertain himself."

most of the boys offer him polite nods, except lee jihoon, who squints at him suspiciously, and park hyungseok, who waves with a bright smile that makes jaeyeol feel all warm and tingly inside.

jaeyeol retreats into his room and slams the door shut. the warmth inside him makes him feel like he'd just drank hot chocolate, but his throat is dry. he's not entirely sure what's going on, but he's scared, he doesn't like it.

he reads quietly as the older boys play rambunctiously outside in the living room. he reads through two books, gets bored, and just sits there by the windowside, watching the birds chirp.

he jumps when kitae-hyung kicks the door open. "you want cake?"

what cake?

"chocolate, you know it's my favorite."

here's a secret - jaeyeol doesn't really like chocolate. but he likes his brother, who is his closest friend, so he nods.

kitae-hyung lets jaeyeol sit with his friends, and jaeyeol sits himself down criss-cross-apple-sauce on the couch next to park hyungseok. hyungseok is on the chubbier side, unlike jaeyeol who's always been told to eat more because he's too thin, but he has kind eyes behind his thick glasses. he's already halfway through his cake, savouring it with a blissful smile.

"he's already so fat, he doesn't need the bigger slice," complains seongeun. 

jaeyeol glares at him as hard as he can through his bangs.

"what can i say," murmurs hyungseok, a little bit sadly, "i like cake, but it's expensive, so i don't get to eat it a lot."

when seongeun walks past to get a tissue, jaeyeol kicks him and makes it look like an accident.

kitae-hyung gives jaeyeol a little slice of cake to eat. there are no chocolate shavings, unlike everybody else's. jaeyeol is surprised - he didn't think kitae knew he didn't like chocolate. most of the time, kitae-hyung acts like jaeyeol is an annoying little bug that found its way into his house.

jaeyeol eats in careful little nibbles. he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of his brother's friends, after all, even if they're too noisy and some of them are a bit mean.

"kitae-yah, your little brother's name is jaeyeol, right?"

jaeyeol gazes up at hyungseok curiously. hyungseok beams down at him, sunshine with rosy cheeks. 

"jaeyeol-ah, you're so cute! you eat like a little hamster, hehe~"

jaeyeol giggles when hyungseok ruffles his hair. hyungseok is much nicer than kitae-hyung. jaeyeol hopes hyungseok will come around again.

hyungseok visits for playdates a few times, sometimes with the other boys, sometimes by himself. the butler and the maids adore him - he's so well-mannered, so respectful, responsible enough to clean up after himself. even jaeyeol's father thinks he's been raised well. 

sometimes, he comes over to help babysit baby jaehye too, since the maids need a break from looking after a wailing infant (read: literal demon in disguise), and jaehye seems to like hyungseok an awful lot. she'll climb onto his lap and hold his fingers and refuse to let go, and jaeyeol wishes he was young enough to do the same without it looking odd. 

it feels strange for jaeyeol to be fighting his little sister for his older brother's best friend's attention, but the hongs have never really been a normal family. 

jaeyeol finds out not long later that hyungseok is poor.

kitae-hyung decides to host hyungseok's twelfth birthday at their house, since it's spacious enough for everyone hyungseok wants to invite. hyungseok tries to reject kitae-hyung's offer, but the two hong brothers gaze at him pleadingly until he crumbles.

"it's like you guys want a birthday party more than me," grumbles hyungseok half-heartedly, "isn't it almost jaeyeolie's birthday soon anyway?"

"i just want my best friend to have a nice birthday!" kitae-hyung says. neither of the two brothers mention that jaeyeol doesn't have any friends to invite to a birthday party, which is why the hong mansion has only had one birthday party since kitae-hyung's last one. 

jaeyeol asks one of the older maids to teach him how to knit, and for the two weeks before hyungseok's birthday, he shuts himself away in his room, concentrating hard so he can make row after row of stitches. he pricks himself a few times, but it's worth it, because he now has a completed scarf that looks relatively good, considering he only just learned to knit. it's a creamy white color, and jaeyeol thinks it'll look good on hyungseok.

he keeps it safe until the day of hyungseok's birthday, and when hyungseok finally arrives - yes, jaeyeol was waiting by the door - he instantly shoves the scarf into hyungseok's arms.

"oh!" 

hyungseok fumbles with it a little, almost drops it, and their fingers brush when jaeyeol catches the trailing ends of it and hands it back to hyungseok. jaeyeol flushes immediately, pulling his hand away because it tingles where he's been touched.

hyungseok doesn't seem to notice, instead cooing over the scarf. he wraps it around his neck, beaming. "thank you, jaeyeolie-ah, it's beautiful."

[agent-8449]

Coba, or, what happened after VoR? <Part One>

This one goes out to @goofusfurball , your tags gave me life

Now while I could probably post the first two pages of that sequel comic, I'd feel bad because I, in all likelihoods, won't finish it. So you get a textdump.

So it goes like this....

After the events of the comic, VoR Heart <Ozzy> and VoR Mind <Tinker/Ulysses> make a truce as to stop fighting, and to stop trying to recreate Whole. It's clearly not going anywhere, and hasn't been for a long, long time.

VoR Soul <Coda> is beyond agitated, and will stop at nothing to get its trident back. Unfortunately, it has no idea where Tinker put it. Thus, when he gets too violent, his halves seal him away at night in his room.

Their Psyche <Surreality, the world inside one's head> resembles a non-euclidean house, with pointless rooms and long, high-ceilinged, winding hallways. Everything is in greyscale. There is no colour beyond their haloes, their blood, and Coda's irises. They have their rooms, some other features, and the Incoherence... but everything else tends to change when they're not looking.

When their Vessel sleeps, Ozzy and Tinker do too. Coda does not. At night, the House is far stranger. Dark. Things move in front of you, instead of between blinks. Dried blood will coat the join between Coda's double-doors, until he looks away and it dissolves. He breaks out eventually, he always does, but he can't fight off the both of them alone.

Time passes, roughly four months of this.

Then, a new room appears. Large, empty, with the two walls to either side being wall-to-wall mirrors reflecting each other into infinity. A small desk, chair, and ancient computer sits at the far end.

Their introduction to the chatroom has begun! Tinker is one of the first <the second, maybe?> Minds to ever enter it. Things move along quickly, with Ozzy and Tinker getting their nicknames and becoming fast 'friends' with Sundown's Thirds.

They help Coil <Sundown Mind> by inventing the transmitter-- a weird 'it works because I expect it to' contraption that allows items and people to be transferred between them. Tinker sends one of his old modulators, collar-like devices that speak in place of him <since he lacks a voicebox>. Yarn <Sundown Heart> puts it on him, after Twine <Sundown Soul> was a genius and got himself electrocuted.

Things seem to be getting better!

But Ozymandias, Coda, and Tinker know their fates are not so easily avoided. See, their Whole died a long, long time ago. Five years ago. Colour has been leeching from the world, alongside taste, smell, heat, and detail. Without their Whole, they will die. They will decay quietly until nothing is left.

Puts Coda's desperation into new context, doesn't it?

To be continued...

[marie-swriting]

Did You Really Mean It ? - Kate Bishop

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Summary : Three times where Kate’s feelings spoke for her and one time where yours did the same thing for you.

Warnings : Embarrassing yourself in front of your crush, fluff, some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if I missed any.

Word count : 1.9k

French version

Prompt : "- You're cute. - What ? - I said you look like a fruit. - That doesn't even make any sense." from this prompt list made by @promptplanetblr

You look at the university map once again, trying to understand which way you have to go. The secretary seems to be in a secret passageway. You’ve been trying to find it for the past fifteen minutes without any success. You still have some papers to fill and you need to do it in the next two minutes otherwise you’ll be late for your first period.

Desperate, you finally decide to ask for help ; you go toward a girl with dark brown hair, you clear your throat to announce yourself. Kate Bishop turns around when she hears you. Her facial expression goes from confused with frown brows to shocked with eyes wide open. She looks at you, her mouth almost opens, without saying a word. Embarrassed, you tell yourself this must be your cue to ask for directions.

“Excuse me, I’m a new student and I’m completely lost. Do you know where the secretary is, please ?”

You wait for an answer that never comes. She keeps looking at you as if she doesn't understand English.

“Are you new, too ?” You keep asking, hoping to break the awkward moment.

“No.” She finally says.

“So you know where the secretary is ?”

“Uh, I… yes.”

“Could you show me the way ?”

“No.” She tells you before leaving, her face red.

“Okay…” You declare, confused.

You look at her walking away from you. You’re lost physically as well as mentally now.

On Kate’s side, she’s cursing at herself because of the way she acted. She hadn’t humiliated herself like that for a long time. She totally panicked. She knows she made a bad first impression, but it's not her fault if she thought you were so cute and your beauty left her speechless.

At least, she tells herself she won’t have to make a fool of herself even more because you’d never want to be her friend that’s for sure.

Surprisingly, you decided to not stay on your first impression of her. During your first week, Kate mustered up all her courage to apologise for her reaction. She struggled to talk properly, she didn’t remember her excuse very well. Indeed, she didn't want you to think she was rude when in reality, she was just mesmorized by your beauty. You thought it was cute the way she was struggling so you forgave her in a heartbeat.

Rapidly, Kate became your first real friend in New York. You both help each other for classes.

It’s the case for your presentation for your History of the USA class. Your subject isn’t really inspiring so you’re not sure you’ve done a good work. You asked Kate to help you and see if your doubts are true.

Kate’s sitting on your bed, you’re standing in front of your desk, your computer is here too, you are showing her your PowerPoint to make your presentation a lot more clearer. You struggle a little bit, realizing what can be improved. Once you finish speaking, Kate doesn't have the time to say a single word, you quickly begin to expose what could be better, you list every single weakness you saw, getting ideas to reformulate some of your sentences and even new facts you could add to make it seem more advanced. On the other hand, Kate is looking at you lovingly. She admires the way your brain is working fastly as you want your presentation to be perfect. You keep rambling until Kate speaks without noticing.

“You’re cute.”

“What ?”

“I said ‘you look like a fruit’.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense.” You retort, frowning.

“I… What I meant is that… you… you’re rambling. Don’t you know that expression ? I thought everyone knew it.” She laughs nervously, her cheeks getting heated.

“What’s the link with the fruit ?”

“Oh, you know, sometimes expressions don’t make any sense.”

“Yeah.” You answer, not really convinced. “Anyway, what do you think ? Should I make these changes ?”

Kate looks at you for a second, trying to find an answer. She didn’t listen to the changes you suggested. Her embarrassment grows bigger.

“If you think it’s really necessary, yes. Personally, I think your presentation is great.” She reassures you before standing up from your bed. “I need to go. My mom is waiting for me.”

“Since when do you listen to your mom ?” You giggle as she’s packing her stuff.

“Since she threatened me to take my credit card away. We'll see each other tomorrow, in class ?”

She doesn’t give you time to answer before leaving your room.

Unfortunately for Kate, this kind of moment wasn’t the first nor the last. There are many times where she complimented you when she didn’t need to. She always struggles to play it cool. Everytime she makes a fool of herself, she keeps thinking about that moment over and over again for the next few days. She wishes she could really tell you what she thinks about you without hesitating or fearing you’d push her away. Therefore, anytime she has the opportunity to really express her admiration for you, she does it.

When her mom invited you to a charity gala for the first time, after four months of friendship, Kate was only waiting for one thing : your outfit. She especially can’t wait to finally have someone to talk to. When you’re at the gala, you find Kate, her back in front of you, she’s looking at random people in the room with a bored face. As she ignores your presence, you gently touch her shoulder.

“Hey, Kate.”

“Hi Y/N.” She begins as she turns around, but your name is only a whisper. Kate looks from head to toe, impressed by your dress. She knows she’s really going to lose her composure tonight. She admires your face even more beautiful thanks to your make up. She never thought you could be even more breathtaking.

“You’re gonna eat a fly, you know.” You laugh, bringing her back to reality.

“Sorry, what were you saying ?”

“You were looking at me with your mouth wide open. It looks like your brain stopped.”

“I… I was thinking about something. You look really nice tonight.” Kate smiles before correcting herself. “I mean, no ! I didn’t mean only tonight, just that you look even nicer than usual.”

“You look beautiful as well.” You assure her, making her smile brightly. “Love your suit.”

As you say this, you look at her with more attention. You try to conceal how you really feel about her outfit. If you could, you’d kiss her right now, but you hold yourself back, knowing you two are only friends.

And you are still just friends for a few more months. Despite your growing feelings, you both try to act as natural as possible. Although you stopped counting how many times you both let your heart speak for yourselves, thankfully the other didn’t seem to notice it. In spite of your mutual pining, you stay best friends, spending as much time as you can together.

One thing Kate loves to do with you is make you discover her hobbies. Even if it never takes a lot of convincing so she didn’t struggle to make you try archery. You go to her training place where you can be alone. As Kate has been in this club for many years, she’s allowed to come whenever she wants. However, you’re only by yourselves when you take your first lesson. Kate starts explaining the basis and you listen to her carefully. When she finishes, you try to act confident to impress her.

“I know I’m gonna nail it. I trained a little when I was eight.”

“You did archery ?” Kate asks, surprised.

“Not really. My cousin used to do it and I had the chance to use his bow for a whole afternoon when I went to his place once. So don’t worry, I got it.” You say before arming Kate's bow and getting in position.

“Y/N, maybe you should stand up straighter.” She tries to correct you.

“I know what I’m doing.” You state before shooting and disastrously missing the target. “Maybe I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You think ?” She mocks you. “Come on, Robin Hood, I’m going to help you to, at least, hit the target. First of all, stand up straighter.” She commands.

You fake being annoyed but listen to every instruction she gives you. Kate helps you to have the perfect posture and she also makes sure you hold the bow correctly. As she does so, Kate’s face is only a few inches from yours.

“Pull your hand up a little bit.” She informs you.

“Like that ?” You ask, turning your face to her.

Your eyes that were looking for an answer on her face end up losing themselves in her eyes. Kate doesn’t say a word, too flustered by this new proximity. You both keep looking at each other, not knowing how to act when your own mouth talks for you.

“I wish I could kiss you.”

“What ?”

“I…” You stammer, moving away from Kate.

“You want to kiss me ?”

“I don’t know why I said that, sorry ! I… I should go.” You say but Kate takes your hand.

“Y/N, wait. Did you really mean it ?”

“What would you do if I said I did ?”

“I’d kiss you.”

“Then yes, I really meant it.”

You don’t need to wait any longer before the two of you're kissing. Kate puts her hands on your hips while your right hand is on her cheek, the other hand still holding Kate’s bow. The kiss is soft but filled with passion. It doesn’t last long but you still manage to fully share your growing feelings. When you break the kiss, you’re both smiling.

“God, I’ve been waiting this for so long.” Kate whispers.

“I know.” You admit, your smile growing bigger as Kate’s brows frown.

“What do you mean you know ?”

“You’ve never really been subtle about your feelings. I don’t even count how many times you tried to hide when you slipped. I still remember the ‘you look like a fruit’ one.” You chuckle as her cheeks turn red.

“You had noticed from the beginning ? I thought I was always handling the situation well as you weren’t saying anything. Besides, if you knew, why didn’t you take the first step ? I could’ve avoided all of those awkward moments.” Kate accuses you.

“I… I was afraid to misread the signs.” You admit anxiously. “I told myself maybe you were saying that in a friendly way, but those last minutes confirmed to me that I was actually right.”

“We're each as bad as the other.” She laughs and you do the same.

“It looks like it, yeah.”

“But at least, we know, now.” Kate smiles and you kiss her one more time.

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{This is my side blog so I'll be answering comments under the username @marie-sworld}

[mymegrokosmos]

best friends to lovers sangyeon part 2

it was later than you would have liked when you finally locked your computer and pushed back from your desk. You had at least avoided the dreaded screen-induced headache and managed to dodge running into any colleagues as you packed up to leave. The office always felt so quiet in the evenings. it was so peaceful you would have been tempted to stay and work late again just to enjoy the silence if sangyeon wasn't waiting for you.

You could make excuses but he'd just raise one eyebrow and you'd fold and tell him the truth anyway. He was kind of persuasive like that. And he hated waiting. He was kind of scary when he got angry. Scary wasn't the only word for what you felt when he turned that gaze on you but the heat that pooled in your gut when he did a lot of things was something best forgotten about. Especially if you were going to have to sit down across the table from your best friend tonight and tell him those feelings you had for him nearly a decade ago now have never faded.

He hadn't reciprocated then and you certainly doubted that he would now either.

It's fairly empty when you arrive to the shop, sneaking in the back door just as Jacob and Hyunjae are leaving. They throw you a wink and hugs on your way past, and some of the menial stress of your day melts away at the friendly faces.

You find Sangyeon in his office, his usual hiding spot at this time of day if he isn't fiddling with something in the back or discussing inventory with Kevin. The pile of paperwork on his desk only seems to have grown and you laugh when he makes sad help me eyes your way.

You grab his bag. "Okay, laptop and paperwork please. We can sit down and work through it at yours while we wait for the takeaway."

That does the trick. He's up and moving before you have a chance to take back your offer of help. Not without a look that says he hasn't forgotten the talk you need to have though.

It's hard not to get lost in your own thoughts on the drive back to his place. It's rare that sangyeon doesn't offer to drive but tonight you're thankful, despite usually being a little glad not to have to, because it means you can focus on something other than the way he rests a hand on your thigh or the back of your seat with the other firmly on the wheel. he fiddles with the radio and it gives you time to think about whether any of this is a good idea.

probably it isn't but your friendship has weathered worse storms than these. no matter how tonight goes you believe that in the end you'll come out just fine. it might get a bit awkward in the middle though.

you set up the files in his living room, propping sangyeon's laptop on the coffee table while he orders for both of you. after this many years he doesn't even need to remember your usual, his phone does it for him by suggesting past dishes and recording previous orders. by the time you get through scanning his excel document he's already grabbing his keys and heading down to bring up the delivery.

you save your progress and clear space for you both, going to get cutlery and drinks. it's easy to sink back into casual conversation about your days and catching up on all the menial stuff you've missed lately. you update him on how things at the office have been and any new gossip. he tells you the latest about the boys at the shop and vents about customers they've had this week. it's all very normal and you think maybe he'll even let the original reason for this dinner go until he doesn't.

he leans forward, eyes locked on yours, and points his chopsticks at you. "okay, we've stalled and delayed this conversation long enough. time to spill. what's the real reason you keep refusing to move in here?"

you sigh, folding your legs up underneath you. "pretty sure all the front desk regulars already think I live here."

your attempt to break the tension falls flat. sangyeon just stares at you as he eats and you flop back againt the soft couch, sinking into the cushions as you close your eyes.

"do you remember how I used to have this massive crush on you?"

"yes, I thought you got over that. wasn't that what your last three relationships were about?"

you blinked at him, pointing your chopsticks right back at your best friend. "okay, first of all, foul. second, maybe a little bit. unfortunately none of them worked so I can't move in with you because then I'm really never getting over the silly little feelings I can't seem to get rid of and I don't want to make things weird between us again."

he considered this. "what if that wasn't a problem?"

you narrowed your eyes at him. "lee sangyeon, you're going to have to be a little more specific."

"It doesn't bother me, so why is it a problem if you like me? we still manage to be friends just fine now. what does it really change?"

"well, besides reminding me every day of all the boundaries I need to be cognizant of and all the things I wish I could have with you that we never will... it just makes it hard to be your friend. I'll have to wake up and be domestic and act like I don't feel or think things every time you do something without having space or being able to walk away and collect myself."

he blinks and gestures for you to continue.

"I don't want it to make me resent you because we both know you can’t reciprocate and it's not fair on either of us to let my feelings get tangled around this. to spend so much time together and share chores, to be so close all the time and know there's always going to be this weird distance between us that I need to put there to stay sane. I don't really know how else to explain."

he nods. "okay, and what if you didn't have to?"

you blinked. "elaborate."

"you keep saying that you have to hold back feelings. you're assuming it's all one sided."

"isn't it?" you frowned. "yeonie we talked about this before and you said you didn't have any romantic feelings for me."

"that was a long time ago y/n. things change." he shrugged. "would it change things for you if you didn't have to pretend there wasn't something more than friendship between us?"

you weighted your answer. "yes. yes it would change everything."

"so, would you say yes to moving in here if I said we could explore more?"

you considered it. this was a lot of new information.

you nodded. "I'd think about it but we'd need to set some guidelines. Take it slow. I'd need to know this, whatever we're doing, is exclusive and where you stand on the feelings department."

sangyeon set his plate on the table, reaching over to take your hand in one of his. "okay, then we'll sit down and talk about it. tomorrow?"

you squeezed his hand. it was warm and the naked vulnerability in his gaze seemed sincere.

"yeah, tomorrow. that sounds good to me."

he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand, unfolding to grab your dishes and take them all to the kitchen.

"you still okay to help me through these accounts tonight? You can stay over, or if that's too fast I'll drive you back to Hoon's after."

"mmm, yeah that's still okay. If you don't mind, I'll probably stay. we're both going to be tired and I don't want to put you out to take me all the way across town at late o'clock tonight."

"fine with me. you know you're always welcome here."

you met his gaze where he looked over his shoulder at you from where he stood at the sink rinsing your plates.

"I know yeon, I know."

the small smile that mirrored yours was worth the confusion you were going to have to work through about where both of you stood in the morning.

[martyrbat]

true strength — batman secret files (2018) #1

(ID below cut!)

[ID: A short story with a guiding narration:

His knuckles ache with each blow, bone grinding into bone. The criminals shout what they always shout. And Superman comes from above. — We're shown Batman fighting against several men that are trying to overpower him. He blocks an attack as he strikes another man. Above him, in the far distance, Superman is soaring through the air to get to him and help.

Superman gives a speech. They've been friends for so long. Colleagues. Soldiers in the fight. Superman knows his soul, he says. He knows he's a good man, he says. — Now, in the safety of the Batcave, Batman sits in front of his computer desk. He's facing Superman, who's standing in front of him with his hand outstretched. He opens his fist to reveal what he's brought.

Inside the Phantom Zone there is an impossible universe. Inside the impossible universe is an impossible planet. On the impossible planet is a small, impossible rock. Platinum Kryptonite. — Bruce pushes his cowl off as Superman presents the radiant silver rock to him.

It gives you powers. Powers like Superman's. Superman tells him to touch it. “Just touch it, Bruce, just once, and it lasts a lifetime. Then you can fight as I fight, as you should fight. With true strength.” A smile. A whoosh. Superman leaves. — Superman leaves the Kryptonite on the desk before he departs. Bruce doesn't move any closer. He stares at it somberly, deep in thought.

He looks at the gift. His mind wanders. — A red-tinted multipanel sequence shows Bruce imagining a scenario if he did gain Superman's powers. A woman is being held hostage by the Joker. She has a gun pressed to her temple as she stares at Batman with fear. Silently begging him to help and to save her like how he's saved countless others. The Joker pulls the trigger. But before she can be another person he couldn't possibly save, Batman's eyes glow with red electricity. He vaporizes the bullet with heat vision before it can even finish leaving the barrel.

He keeps his hands at his side. His knuckles ache. At least two of them are broken. Footsteps echoing down the stairs. The smell of stirred milk and white sugar. A polite clearing of the throat. Alfred says nothing. Their routines are well established, words are unnecessary. — Bruce continues to stare intensely at the well-intended present as Alfred approaches him with a tray. Bruce finally tears his gaze away from the Kryptonite to look at his lifelong friend before looking down at the steaming teacup that Alfred hands him.

His hand shakes. His loose knuckles stab into his skin. He can’t hold on. He always has before. But now he can’t. — His hand continues to tremble and before he can take a single sip of the hot drink, the cup is shattering against the ground.

The pain is not great. Not as great as it has been. Not as great as a bullet burrowing, or a back breaking, or a knife sinking into his throat. This is nothing. But still. His knuckles ache. — Bruce grabs his own gloved hand, cradling the back of his broken knuckles. He looks up and quietly asks, “Alfred. Am I enough?”

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