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I’m going to counter your anon who says AB isn’t getting karma.
I think she is. A Little bit already.
First, her “husband’s” fanbase despises her. Not all, but I’d say a loud minority that’s also out there ready to snatch her wig for anything she tries to do (lol).
Anytime she does something remotely embarrassing there’s a group of people waiting to out her - remember Liberia? 😂 and they have receipts and keep screenshots. She can’t hide unless she goes private but then she’ll never get more followers. 🤣
And if she thinks these people will stop if she has his baby? She can think again. That’s never happening. I think she burned all opportunity to make peace with his fan base and people want to see her gone. There are a ton of crazy fans that go way too far, yes, but unfortunately shes made enemies for life. Should have thought twice before having your soulmate mock and troll your fans on your behalf and then posting yourself showering to the world as an FU. Now when you try to claim you’re so shy your posts will be spammed with your own nudes.
The general public still does not notice or care about her. She’s so uninteresting and irrelevant her name is still getting spelled wrong. By people in her own country 🙈
Her movie backed by the largest US talent agency made no noise at all in any of the box offices and especially not in the United States of America. She was only only in it briefly and the reviews don’t even mention her. Not really going to help her future IT girl case because in comparison, like Jenna Ortega gained 10 million fans in like two weeks. I’m sure a bunch of them were bots too but let me tell you EVERYOne was watching Wednesday back in Nov-Dec 22. So her gaining that much really isn’t that far off the bat. Not to mention, AB’s big moment to shine was around the same time as Jenna and Jenna beat her and didn’t have to date anyone famous. 🙊
Even Chris back in 2019 - his peak popularity and then 2020 - he was trending at times daily, weekly. He was trending #1 on twitter for at least 24-48 hours during his oopsie weekend. His tweet after that telling people to go vote got millions of likes. He used to get crazy engagement just for breathing. I remember after endgame and then knives out people were talking about him like he had just popped up on the scene…this man had been in the industry at least 20 where at that point. lol
Chris came on IG and I’m pretty sure he gained a million followers in about 24 hours. Yes, there are celebs that did it faster than him but remember he’s always been more of an under the radar celebrity and he never really tried to be otherwise. So for the fact he was hitting 40 years old and joined IG ten years after everyone else and got 1 million the first day is impressive. So yes, he had star power. Jenna has it now.
And yes, CE has lost that star power and in part it’s due to him being with AB. So yes, he’s losing due to his decision to be linked with her, which could be called his karma…
But miss wannabe IT girl? Whew.
Try as she might, Her followers….basically capped at 840K and I will bet Elon musk’s entire net worth she was hoping to hit 1 million the night she went public with her now husband. People on tumblr even saw that she went and pinned her Mrs Harris movie post like the same day their pap pics came out. That’s how you know old girl was waiting and hoping to see her numbers go up.
Lastly, her “husband” is still more popular than her. Even though his fanbase has deteriorated she hasn’t gained more popularity’s I think this may really really grate her (don’t ask me why, I just have this feeling) because she’s the young and vibrant one. She wants to be adored and no matter what she tries to do, photoshopping herself in every picture she posts, she’s not outgaining him in terms of recognition. People will only know her if his name is added first.
So…yeah. Maybe you think she has it all and she’s not getting anything bad. But I would say karma works in mysterious ways. Sometimes it’s not as obvious as you think.
OH! THANK YOU, AN🫶N!!!
God, this really made me feel so much better after reading all the shit Elijah posted on Medium. 🥹
Especially when you mentioned "Karma isn't as obvious as you think". It's something I made a realization recently. Because I truly believe in Karma, I just wanted Karma to be more obvious, but sometimes, it just isn't.
And honestly, that makes it better 😆
Anyway, back to what you said about Albitch's Karma... Ohhhh, the number of laughs you gave me is PRICELESS!!!
I would seriously pay to see the screenshots of HER posts being filled with her own nudes 😆 Reap what you sow!
And I know it will not get any better for her. She's dragging Chris through the mud, and let's just say, that the fans that love Chris, definitely hate her. Beyond her "marrying" him.
Also, how Chris seems to contradict everything he used to say whenever he's with her. Hell, she doesn't even have THE ASS that Chris would be into 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 so, that's a VERY BIG contradiction. And, regards to their marriage... PRIVACY, MY ASS!!!
That said, I love how clearly you can see everything, once you get a level head. That means... Karma is definitely real.
Also, lemme just tag @blue-ice715 because it's her post that I reblogged, and she would definitely love to read this. 😊
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haaaii!!! omg im a little nervous lol! we recently became mutuallss and i could NOT resist sending in a request I love love love your writing!!! ☆ helluva boss request because autism wins!!
maybe a striker x imp reader? readeris apart of the i.m.p, this can either be set in 1×05 or after. reader's IS insecure enough to fall for strikers manipulation. i would prefer a gn they/them reader, but im fine with a fem reader 2!! yippee for angst
Spring remedy.
Pairing: Striker x GN! Imp! Reader
Warnings: Nothing really, Striker calls the reader 'sweetheart'
Word count: 715
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You take in the warm Wrath air as Millie greets her parents. You don't pay attention that much until you hear the loud stampede of hooves. Your head moves in the direction of the sound to see the amazing cowboy-hybrid come into view. Your eyes visibly widen when you see him. He was almost majestic like, fixing his hat when he dismounted from his horse.
You watch him talk to Millie, then Blitz. You find yourself becoming more intrigued the more you look at him. When the conversation switches, Striker turns to you. "So, you do free work too?"
He asks, making you blink a few times "Oh, we don't do free work at I.M.P. We're actually assassins."
Striker raises an eyebrow at that "Wow, an assassin, huh? That's pretty impressive."
For some reason, you feel a pressing heat on your cheeks suddenly. Striker gives you a light nod before turning away from you.
You tune out Millie's and Moxxie's conversation as the winners for the Pain Games are announced. Your boss and Striker won of course. Putting the other competitors to shame. You watch as Striker pulls out a guitar and starts singing a victory song. You feel mesmerized at the sound. Your tail twitches when Striker winks in your direction.
You didn't even notice when your boss sat down beside you. Startling you to no end when he starts speaking very loudly all of a sudden. You shake it off, though, ignoring Blitz to pay attention to Striker.
When you get back in the house, you decide to go to the upstairs bathroom. Once you reach the top of the stairs however, you see a glow coming from one of the doors. This peaks your interest and you walk closer to it. Slowly turning the knob, the door opens under the weight of your push.
You quickly figure out that the source of the glowing was from an angelic gun. You take a careful look at it, having never seen anything like it before. Then you hear the door close behind you, making you jump in surprise.
You turn to be met with the face of Striker. Just now noticing how much taller he was then you. Your panic mode kicked it and you get into a slight fighting stance. "Relax. I'm not gonna hurtcha."
His smooth, velvety voice makes you want to relax. You don't know why. It goes against everything you stand for. But you feel as if your body is acting on its own. Striker walks up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "What do you think I am?"
Was that a trick question? Either way, you answer uncertainly. "A farm-hand?"
He responds with a slight chuckle and then some words "Well, I can be. But I'm really an assassin."
You blink in surprise, looking back at the gun. Then the realization hits you. "Were you hired to assassinate Prince Stolas?"
He laughs again, his tail swishing behind him. "That's right, sweetheart." Striker dips his head down a little, getting closer to you. "We could work together, you know?"
Your body tenses, your tail curling slightly. "I can't.. do that to Blitz.."
A slight frown is etched on his face, his grip on your shoulder tightens. "And why is that? What has that blue-blood Prince ever done for us?"
You shake your head firmly. "It could effect Blitz. Whether that be emotionally or financially, he'd get hurt. And I don't want to do that.
You push Striker's hand off your shoulder and walk past him towards the door. Until his voice makes you freeze. "They don't care about you. They've barely even talked to you since you got here."
This makes you think. Like really think. Did they care about you? They never seemed to show it if they did. "I care. Which is why I want you to join me."
Your body feels like it moves on its own again as you turn towards him. This makes Striker grin. "We could be rich, famous and powerful together."
He offers his hand to you. You hesitate for a second before taking it. Striker pulls you towards himself. One of his hands finds your waist. While his other hand grabs your chin. "Good. You made the right decision, sweetheart.
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Glad to see you’re back, don’t forget to take self care time ❤️
If you could, would you be willing to do a Bonten!Sanzu’s secret girlfriend, one that must be kept a secret and what happens when they are finally caught by Mikey? It would be muuuuch appreciated ❤️
Happy to try my hand at this!
Dodged Bullet: Sanzu Haruchiyo x Fem!Reader
wc: 715
tw: NSFW
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"Scoot the seat back a little, Haru..."
Car sex isn't your favorite type of mid-day rendezvous. It's probably on the "Top 5 Things I Wouldn't Want To Be Caught Dead Doing" List, but you make exceptions here and there. Especially when it comes to Sanzu Haruchiyo.
"What," he chuckles, fingers fidgeting with the reclining function. "Can't ride me just like this?"
"Cock is too big," you reply, flinging your hair over your shoulder and hiking your mini skirt up as you slide onto his lap. "My back would hit the horn too often." The pink-haired menace laughs out loud as he leans back, holding your waist in his right hand.
You smash your lips against his in an effort to avoid drawing any attention to your escapades, your hands fiddling with his belt while he slips your underwear to the side.
"Live a little, sweetcheeks," Sanzu purrs between kisses, his fingers rolling over your ass while you grind on his erection. "You're always so uptight."
"Your boss is always uptight." Sanzu's blue eyes shift as you mention Mikey, but he doesn't reply. It doesn't ruin the mood even in the slightest. He just shifts his pants down his hips and fists his erection.
"You're gonna take this cock, and you're gonna like it. Got it, babe?"
"When have I ever not liked it?" Sanzu's mouth spreads into a cheeky grin, and you slide onto his waiting dick, lubricated only by his pre-cum and your slick. There's nothing else to say except the usual praises and comments about how you're "such a good girl" and how "fucking fat" Sanzu's dick is.
It takes just as long as it needs to for your hips to buck and quiver and for Sanzu to cum in you - raw, as is the standard these days. You're left panting and waiting for Sanzu to ask you to roll off him when you feel the lace of your underwear rip salaciously.
"Haru!" Your shout doesn't deter the thief, however. It just makes him laugh as he pulls your black underwear off and presses it to his nose.
"Fuck yeah," he comments, eyes rolling in his head. "That'll be a nice one to save."
"You're lucky I don't have anyone to tell about this," you tease, smacking your boyfriend on the chest.
"Too bad," Sanzu drawls, looking over at you. "I think it'd be cute to share that I keep my girlfriend's underwear, don't you think?"
"Haruchiyo."
The almost-whisper of his name draws the man out of his daydream. Sanzu sits upright on the couch and looks at his boss, ready and waiting.
"Yes, Mikey?"
"Explain something to me." Sanzu frowns. He's never been asked to explain anything before - that's Kakucho's and Koko's job. But he still remains at attention, watching his boss stand up from his seat and toss a phone into his lap.
It takes a minute for Sanzu to comprehend the footage, but after a while, he starts to remember the parking lot, the car, the garage of the hotel, the mid-day rendezvous.
"Are you into hookers now?" Mikey looks down at him, and he can't decipher whether Mikey's mad or concerned. But it doesn't matter. He'll have to lie just this one time.
"She's an escort," Sanzu shrugs. "She's cheap and always available. Easy fuck, and lets me keep her underwear if I'm decent." Mikey hums, placing his hands in his pockets.
"Interesting." There's a pause, and when Mikey doesn't move to take the phone back, Sanzu hands it over. "That's not what she said."
Sanzu pales.
"She's more of the 'lies to get out of things' type, Mikey." Black eyes flick over to Sanzu's face. "It's really nothing."
"Then quit fucking her on my time, Haruchiyo." Mikey snatches the phone back. "And on my dime."
"Yes," Sanzu answers as Mikey shuffles off. "Whatever you say, boss."
"What you do on your time is up to you," Mikey tosses back, raising his hand to wave at the air. "But if you waste my time with a hussy, I'll make sure she can never service anyone again."
Sanzu doesn't realize how long he'd been holding his breath until Mikey disappears, and he lets it go, feeling the graze of the metaphorical bullet he just narrowly dodged.
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Bucky x Y/n, they help heal Bucky with their abilities after Bucky gets injured during a fight♥️
Healing While Hurting
Bucky Barnes x reader
Words: 715
Warnings: mentions of cuts and injuries, nothing really serious but just thought I’d put it in here just in case
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In a universe full of unique, amazing superpowers you considered yours a very boring power. You didn’t consider your power useful in combat and it wasn’t really exciting. You actually had a pretty tame power. This power was the power to heal. Unlike the typical healing power, yours would take some time. In order for it to work you’d have to hover your hands, power emitting from your palms over the inflicted area. Again unlike the typical healing power, of course there was a catch. While you used your healing power, your hands would sting. Now it wasn’t typically unbearable, but depending on how much actually needed to be healed, would affect the intensity of the stinging sensation.
After a long time of having this power and using it for minor things, you became numb to the sting though, so it didn’t bother you much. After getting recruited to join S.H..I.E.L.D you found a good use for your power, healing the avengers who became injured in their oh so many battles. It was quite enjoyable. Helping the good guys, being a part of something big, getting to meet and know everyone. And eventually you met Bucky who you surprisingly became moderately close with.
Bucky’s only come to you for healing twice before being that he had the super serum so he healed quicker than the average human. But sometimes things were so bad or irritable that he just needed the extra help which you didn’t mind.
Your hands worked, hovering over the flesh of his arm that was deeply cut. “I’m glad you came to me,” you said, eyes fixed on the red gash while a light emitted from your hands. “I didn’t want to, it wasn’t necessary,” he said.
“Yeah, well the pool of blood says otherwise.” You were honestly just glad Sam convinced him to see you, otherwise you can’t imagine what he’d be going through. “Do you feel a little better at least?” You ask moving on to the next section of cuts you spotted.
“I feel fine,” he winced as he moved his arm so you could get a better angle, making you shake your head at his not very convincing words before focusing on the healing process once more.
You’ve been working on Bucky for a while, with chattering every now and then, but with no words shared in the last couple of minutes, the growing stinging sensation suddenly became very noticeable for you. You try to push the feeling out but it’s so prominent. Distracted for a second your power weakens, but not quite ready to be done you push forward eyebrows knitting together.
Holding it in for a couple more seconds, you eventually cave, putting your hands down once it becomes unbearable. Hands resting on your thighs you let out a little breath as the feeling subsided only a smidge.
“Hey, are you alright?”
You let out a grunt before shaking off the feeling, “yeah I’m great, just give me a second.” Your powers were no secret, neither were the conditions surrounding them.
“We can stop if it’s too much for you.”
It was sort of endearing how he was thinking about your wellness while he was sitting all banged up in front of you.
“Are you kidding me? This is nothing compared to what you’re probably going through. I'm fine, just give me a moment.”
Bucky waited while you tried not to let the deafening silence kill you. After some time you prepped yourself once more, “okay let’s continue,” your hands were ready to go but Bucky unexpectedly reached out grabbing one of your wrists. You freeze, the light from your hands fading while you try to ignore the sudden fluttery feeling that was created from the contact. “If it hurts, don’t continue.”
“Bucky, it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“If it gets unbearable or even a little bit annoying, you have to stop.” His blue eyes find yours, and from the intense look you can just tell how serious he felt about the situation.
“I will.”
Skeptical, even with your assurance he finally lets go and you take a deep breath, hands resuming position. Who were you kidding, you weren’t going to tell him. But hopefully it won’t come to that point.
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Fluffy February Day 12 || Jewel
pairing: will x mackenzie
wordcount: 715
contains: slight cursing
Will had taken a lot of shit for the way he’d proposed to Mackenzie, and, well, it had worked, so he didn’t really mind. He wished it had been better, sure. He wished he’d taken more than a gasp of a moment to think about what he wanted to say, wished he had been more eloquent, that they hadn’t been at work. Mackenzie insisted that it was perfect, and she agreed with him that she didn’t want to spend another second being anything other than his, so maybe the proposal was okay. There was still one thing that didn’t sit right with him, though.
The ring. Yes, he’d bought it with her in mind. And he even knew she loved it well before he asked her. But it was the same ring he’d used to hurt her, to cut her to the bone, not even an hour before he asked her. That part of the proposal ate at him.
He’d offered to replace it– some might even say that he’d begged to do it, but she insisted that this was the only ring that she wanted. It was a part of their history together– a history that had often been painful, but most importantly, was behind them, and had brought them the happiness that they had now. So she wouldn’t take the ring off, not for a second, and she certainly wouldn’t let Will replace it.
However, as Mackenzie’s fiance (a phrase he never seemed to grow tired of saying), he was well within his right to buy her whatever jewelry he saw fit. The “seeing fit” part proved to be the hardest– everything he saw would look lovely on her, and simultaneously none of it was just right.
“Mack, come to my office for a sec?” Will asked after the final rundown meeting, half an hour before they were set to go live.
She follows him wordlessly, shutting the door behind her once they get to his office. “It’s too late to change any of the scripts so please don’t—”
“The scripts are just fine, dear,” he tells her, reaching into his desk drawer.
“Oh,” she says, surprised. “Okay, what should we bicker about then?” She teases.
“No bickering tonight,” he insists. “I know we’ve talked your engagement ring to death,” he starts, and she cuts him off, as she often does.
“It’s mine, and I love it, Will. You can’t take it back.”
“And I’m not trying to,” he promises. “You like the ring because it represents our history, and you’ve made your peace with our history more easily than I have. Which, doesn’t really make sense, since you should be angry with me until the end of time—”
“Billy!” She interjects.
‘You should be, but you aren’t, which I appreciate. You have the ring because it reminds you of our history… so I wanted you to have something to remind you of our future, too,” he says, sliding a little blue box across his desk and towards her.
“Billy, you didn’t have to—”
“I plan to spoil you for the rest of our lives, so please start to embrace the horror now,” he cuts her off.
She smiles up at him as she tugs at the ribbon, and Will feels the familiar sunshine-like warmth pass through his chest at the sight of her. She opens up the box and lets out a tender little sigh.
“Oh, honey, it’s beautiful,” she says, looking over the platinum ruby and diamond bracelet he ended up having custom-made. Nothing in the case had been exactly right, after all.
“It’s uh, it’s my birthstone.” He explains, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by the gesture. “Maybe a little possessive of me. But it’s my reminder that you’re stuck with me for good, now.”
“You big sap,” she laughs, her eyes welled up with happy tears.
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles goodnaturedly.
“Help me with it?” She requests, extending the box and her wrist towards him. He takes them both, gently, working the clasp gently into the chain before bringing her wrist towards him and placing his lips on her pulse point. She closes her eyes for a moment, reveling in the feeling.
“Thank you Billy. I love it, and I love you.”
“Just remember. All mine, forever and ever.”
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Arcane Order Week Day 3 - Haircut
Another short oneshot about events after Wizards!!
No content warnings apply! There's not much angst because this was also written in like 20 minutes, so yeah :p.
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Word Count: 715 (Not beta read)
Bellroc lands with a thump in the alleyway, kicking up dust as a rat scurries away. They wrinkle their nose, disgusted by the scattered garbage and rotting smell. Kicking a can out of their way, Bellroc places a small illusion spell over them and walks out of the alley, scanning the streets for Nari.
They can sense her, though faint. So can Skrael. To Bellroc, it reminds them of a string. A string wrapped around each of them that pulls them closer, no matter how much they try to cut it. Bellroc crosses a street to enter what humans call a ‘Barber shop’. The seats are all taken, and a quick look tells them that Nari left already. They let out a huff and exit.
“Not there?” says a blue-haired teen next to them, and they jump. “Hey, calm down! It’s me.”
“What are you wearing?” Bellroc mutters under their breath, looking Skrael up and down. “Do humans really look like that?”
Skrael flips their short pixie cut hair back and his piercings rattle slightly, making a jingling sound. “Well, I like it. It helps me express myself.”
They scoff and look away. “So immature. There’s no way Nari’s going to come back to us if we are unpresentable.” Bellroc raises their head to feel the air, then takes a left with Skrael following close behind.
“You seriously think she’s going to choose to come back?” he asks, making it sound like a genuine question. “After everything that happened? Us trying to kill the people she called ‘friends’?”
Bellroc walks faster, the string getting shorter as they approach a large park. “We will give her no choice. She must return. We’re her family.”
Skrael sighs, not arguing. As they enter the park, the string gets blurry. Nari’s in disguise, Bellroc realizes with a twinge of annoyance. “She’s hiding here,” they growl. “Split up. Do not let her get away.”
Skrael yawns and bounds away, obviously not taking this seriously. Bellroc hisses, smoke sneaking out of their mouth as they scan the park. “Nari…” they whisper.
They spot a young teen with a green bob cut feeding the birds by a bench. Summoning their staff, Bellroc takes a step closer before pausing. A younger boy, not the wizard from Arcadia, but a child, runs over and scares the birds away. The teenager sighs and stands up, suddenly spotting Bellroc.
The world seems to pause. Bellroc stares at the girl, trying to spot any recognizable features. The string leads right there.
With a small flash of green light, the girl transforms back into Nari’s real form. But her hair- it’s different. It’s longer, braided. A pang of nostalgia and regret hits Bellroc square in the chest. She watches them with something that resembles curiosity.
Shaking whatever feeling they had away, Bellroc takes a step closer and raises their staff, ignoring the stares of the people around them. “Nari, it’s time to come home.”
Nari smiles sadly, and her eyes flash bright green. “Oh, Bellroc. We never had a chance, did we?”
“What does that mean?” They snap, and without warning, someone to their left shouts a chant and a beam of energy knocks Bellroc off their feet, sending them into a nearby bush. They stumble up and immediately throw a fireball towards where the spell had come from, but it hits the ground and Skrael runs over to them.
“Are you alright? What happened?”
“I saw her- I had her, Skrael. She didn’t want-” Bellroc pushes him away and stands up, looking around. Nari and the wizard are nowhere to be seen. People have their phones out and are aiming it at them, but Bellroc throws up their staff and Skrael and them teleport away.
The string had vanished. Bellroc can’t feel Nari anywhere. “She didn’t want to come back, Skrael. Why- why not?”
“We’re not her family anymore,” he says sadly. “The wizard is.”
“She was different,” Bellroc murmurs. Nari’s haircut stuck in their mind. “She’s not like us anymore.”
“She’s got more defenses than we thought,” Skrael mutters, resting his hand on Bellroc’s shoulder. “How will we find her now?”
“By any means necessary,” they spit, and begin to walk over to the edge of the building, surveying the streets below. “She can’t hide forever.”
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TUESDAY!!!! "The cold never bothered me anyway" for Luke Sleeveless Patterson+ anyone plz.
Also for @ri-jane who requested “I don’t know how not to ask for “My hoodie looks good on you” for any pairing 💙”
Alex is not sure how his eyes were not rolling on the floor by his feet. Certain as he was that they’d popped out of his head when he caught sight of Luke ambling around the studio reading over his notebook. Ambling, in his usual ridiculous cut off t-shirt, biceps and part of his toned chest on display, in the uninsulated studio.
Now, Alex knew stereotypically Los Angeles didn’t get that cold. However, the fact that he could clearly see his and Luke’s breath, he knows Luke should definitely be dressed warmer than he was.
“Dude.” Alex shouted, his jacket moved with his hands as they flailed.
Luke’s eyes drifted to Alex as a bright smile split his face. He removed the pen that had taken up residency in his mouth in order to greet Alex, “hey.”
“Hey? Hey?” Alex would have worried if Luke’s brain had frozen, but it was equally likely that Luke just hadn’t noticed how cold it was. After all his friend had managed to completely tune out an honest to god school evacuation once, zoned into his songwriting as he was.
Alex freed his hands from the pocket to more definitively gesture at Luke. “How are you not freezing?”
Luke looked down at himself with a shrug. “I’ve always kind of run a little warmer,” he paused, a weird glint overtaking his eye, “I guess you could say, the cold never bothered me anyway.”
Alex groaned with an eye roll. Luke made a face and shivered minutely. It could have been him reacting badly to his own joke, but Alex wasn’t willing to risk it.
Alex took of his jean jacket-the hole free actually useful one-thankful he’d decided to double layer the jackets. As quickly as he was able, taking advantage of Luke’s awestruck confusion, Alex pulled his hoodie up over his head and pulled it down over Luke.
“Heeey.” Luke whined, pouting up at Alex, “I told you I was fine.”
“Maybe,” Alex began with a smirk as he donned his jean jacket again thinking of a way that might get Luke to keep the extra layer on, “I just think my hoodie looks good on you.”
When Alex turned his attention back to Luke, the boy’s face had tinted pink. However, he was definitely sliding his arms into the sleeves. Alex’s smile turned fond as he made his way over to his drums and waited for the rest of the band to arrive for rehearsal.
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47. “Have you eaten today?” “Am I gonna get in trouble if I say no?” for Ray and any of his plethora of children.
As he pulled the car into the driveway, Ray was more than ready to be done with the day. Unsurprisingly Carlos had crashed at some point on the drive home. He didn’t blame the boy. He felt drained himself and he’d only been spectacing the games from the side lines.
After some coaxing he managed to get Carlos awake and lucid enough to at least get himself up to his room, where he was probably going to crash on his bed again. Ray followed the half-awake boy to the house with a smile, ready to prevent any crashing.
The house was dark and quiet, Ray double checked the time. He’s pretty sure Julie said the plan for the day was band practice, maybe some writing, followed by pizza and a movie marathon. The rest of the kids should have been well into the final part of that plan by now.
It’s always possible they decided to have the marathon in the studio. They’d done that before. Though he would never fully understand why they repeatedly chose to marathon movies on the small laptop over using the large TV they had inside the air conditioned house.
Ray sent Carlos inside and made his way back to the Studio. Sure enough it was lit and very much full of life. He chuckled as he could hear several arguments overlapping each other.
Entering the studio he found the band, including Flynn, huddled around the notebook covered coffee table. They all animatedly spoke over each other, and Ray chuckled louder as he realized that he was wrong. They weren’t arguing, these kids were somehow in the middle of three conversations at once.
Conversations that slowly petered out as they all spotted him. Ray did not like the mix of shocked and confused looks he was seeing aimed at him.
“Dad, you’re home early?” Julie’s quizzical brow looked to the windows, her jaw dropping slightly.
Ray shook his head with a fond smile. He knew this group had their focus problems. Parents always get warned about the dangers of lack of focus or inattentiveness, never about the struggles of hyper focus. “Carlos’s last game ran a little late actually.”
“What?” Alex squeaked as he pulled out his phone to check the time, Luke leaning over his shoulder.
Just as Ray thought things could have been worse than the kids losing track of time, he heard a loud stomach growl. It didn’t take long to guess who it came from with how red Reggie became.
“Have you eaten today?” Ray asked as stoically as he could. The question was aimed directly at Reggie, but it was for the whole room. He could tell they knew by the way they all shuffled where they sat or stood.
Reggie shrank into himself. His head tilted like he wanted to avert his eyes, but he maintained eye contact. “Are we gonna get in trouble if I say no?” The hint of fear that permeated Reggie’s tone, is exactly why Ray always kept his door open for these kids.
Ray ran a hand through his hair as he let out a long slow breath. He knew he should have called to check on them sooner. It’s not that he didn’t trust them, and that’s why he hadn’t called. To show he trusted them and not seem too overbearing.
“No, no trouble.” He said, and the fact that the boys noticeably relaxed and became less tense did not sit well in his stomach. “But, none of you are doing anything else until you’ve had dinner.”
There was a bit of chaos and a general clamoring of agreed murmurs with a couple of ‘yes sir’s’ thrown in as the kids all moved. There was a feeble tidying effort made, mostly led by Julie and Flynn, before the group made its way back to the kitchen.
Ray followed behind, ordering pizza after double checking preferences. He laughed at their reactions when he told them that next time they went a day without food he’d make sure Victoria was informed.
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“Damn I got blood on my shirt” for polyphantoms?
“Luke? Luke?”
Luke couldn’t tell whose voice drifted to him through the foggy darkness of his mind. Where the hell was he? He was laying on a cold hard surface of some sort, an uneven surface based on whatever was jabbing into his back.
“Luke!” Luke groaned as the shout ricocheted painfully around his head. Luke painfully blinked his eyes open. Based on the voices he was finally registering the blurry figures hovering above him were Reggie and Alex.
“Oh thank god.” Reggie shakily exhaled, his face red and blotchy once Luke’s vision focused again. Tears pooled at the edges of his stormy sea eyes. Alex’s face had gone pale, his lips a thin tight line.
Luke moaned louder, involuntarily wincing at the pains and aches that shot through him as he tried to sit up. A good look around and he was outside, some sort of woodsy area he wasn’t familiar with.
“Damn I got blood on my shirt?” Luke muttered after looking himself over. He tried to find a memory to explain away the blood but all he could find was sore muscles in his legs. Had he been running?
Alex’s eyes went wide, eyebrows shooting towards his hairline. His grip on Luke’s shoulder. “Your shirt? Are you fucking serious?”
“Why wou-” Luke started to form a question hoping he could figure out what he wanted to ask as the words left him. He didn’t even get to do that much as Reggie roughly pushed his shoulder. Luke gasped at the pain, “What the hell?”
“You’re so stupid.” Reggie sputtered out and shoved Luke’s shoulder again, before Alex swooped in to hold him back. “Rule number one, don’t go out alone. Never go out alone.”
Memories slowly clicked into place. The deer he’d spotted, an answer to their dwindling food supply. The uncertainty he’d ever be able to find it again coupled with a possible overconfidence in his rusty hunting ability.
Then the fear and panic as he’d stumbled too far into territory he’d never seen. The howls and whistles that signaled he wasn’t the only hunter out that night. Te grateful relief he had actually ignored rule number one and Reggie and Alex would be safe at least.
Luke was pulled from his thoughts when Reggie broke free of Alex’s grip and tackled Luke into a tight hug. A pained whine escaped him. As much as he usually appreciated hugs especially from Reggie, he was still extremely sore from his whirlwind survival adventure.
“We can’t lose you. I just got you, I won't lose you.” Reggie sobbed into Luke’s neck. Luke glanced at Alex who grimaced, before gently wrapping his own arms around the both of them.
Luke pressed a kiss he hoped came across as reassuring to the side of Reggie’s head, as he gingerly wrapped one of his sore arms around the back of his neck. He wanted so desperately to promise Reggie and Alex the world but he wasn’t sure if he could. Not with how the world currently was.
Another glance towards Alex and Luke could see, he shared in his hesitation. Alex leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Luke’s forehead and then to the top of Reggie’s head. Luke’s hand moved to pat the back of Reggie’s head with what little strength he had left in his arm.
“I’m right here, Reggie. Alex and I are both still right here.” It was the best Luke could give.
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Injuries
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My #1 post of 2022
Thinking about how these dorks were like "how can we best apologize to Julie?" "Oh! let's do a small barbershop trio sort of thing!"
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48 84
Hey Stephen,
Xi, look at my 3485608452
You see 48 84
This is exactly Thirty Third, another 4X
How I did it with N and Z (14, 26)--because there is nice transition
Now look into X--24
Rotate it
X again
So via the same way (Why it's valid, because I can transition my N into my Z in such way and they will give sum that is my name--therefore this is a balid way for me. The same way we derived Swift from my id--using our own agreements. You have your own agreements in China, at least in what is related to your state business--you are not agreeing them with Russia, USA or anyone else. We are just like that)
Each 48 generates XX, the sane for 84 XX
You have another TT--40
Which is Pi also
3(T)560(T)52
You can calculate straight sum, 560+52+3+40=655--another 16 or 100 if you bring it down
But that's not what I wanted to show you
What I wanted to show
Remember that 7525 is a year zero--it gets to 2020 if we bring it down, then gets XORed out with my TT
Here we have TT
So we can replace it with 7525
It will look like that
3(75)560(25)52
Af the right you see 2552--252--that's exactly 'see how many schools you can enter' from the Test, 7th, Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste (MasterMind, joke from clone of my wife [ Taylor Swift ]* 💜💜♾♾, about that she swallows. She does and she suppose to be doing it only when with me)
Look, Xi. Ukraine starts making those stupid sounds with some strange mechanism in my door when I am writing it, and they start showing stupid material on TV
But somehow we arrive at result that has meaning
Why--because I was constructing this ID myself, with my wife Taylor Swift, and I didn't ask Ukraine about whether I can make such transition, using materials of my friends.
Do you ask Ukraine about allowing you to do something, when creating something in China?
Let's continue
3(75)560(25)52
75+25=100
560+55=615
Sum is 715
That's both 13 and my 71 from N71
we can replace it as N5--if you rotate it by 90', Z and (-5)mod26=21, 26+21=47--again
715, also GO for my old name
(Gorodnitskii, Capital G (37))
N71 for zero sum
(3,3,-6(that is 4--Blank Spaces))
715, bring it up
765
That's our old Blue Whale F57, before applying (132)
Bring it down
210
Use (132)
201--Police
Now another approach
3(75)560(25)52
2552---to 252
3(75)560(252)
560+252=812
812+78=890
Xi, what it reminds you?
890--8990
Bring it up
8995--(89) behind 95
Bring it down
3440
Another X
Sum in pair 74--again
See, Xi, I am using such transformations that only we consider appropriate, receieving correct result from first attempt. Because I constructed it
USA is mad--they will kill us all. Please read and remember what I wrote below--each day we are at edge of death--we all
Ukraine are morons, USA are not in control. And we all are playing Russian Roulette each day
Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive
Xi, in USA, they are insane, they can't understand anything at all.
Xi, right now we see not my initial one [ Taylor Swift ]* 💜💜♾♾, we see her clone. Still--look at our perfect synchronization. Remember about lighter--I bought it before she anmounced Midnights with lighter, but, just an hour or two before it. Right before it--there is a video with cheque and we know that it's real as I uploaded it right at moment, to deleted account.
Today--she mentioned MasterMind and here I am showing you ZMM from my sigil, and Mcdonalds should be a suggestion so that you can make such transition.
The same day with Queen Elizabeth II, as I said I knew when she died, but I planned it myself, ahead, more than 9 months ago (Actually since November, approximately)
What I want to say--remember about perfect timing that Ukraine so desperately tried to disprove and failed in all cases without exceptions. Absolutely all and they know it. Photo 5--I am holding Missionary from 'my' SH3 of 2003. Remember I said that she can do the same before we watched video from TIFF 2022? Intelligence of USA knows it, I said that she can do the same before we saw it
She actually can do it with slightly less precision than I, but bery precisely, at least at the start
Xi, but what matters is 19 and 18--ABB
We have that perfect synchronization, both of us have no microchips. I have much better things of my own production--microchips are just nothing in comparison to what I am using. And I confirmed my words already many times.
Still USA is unable to take situation under control, testing us all each they--whether we will die. It will end with her getting a bullet in her body, and then activation of Grace. Look at numbers:
91
60 dead, 867 wounded
As I said, if GS (Only one of DNWSBF components) will get you--you might survive, even getting bullet in your stomic--med staff will save you
Chances of death ~ 1/10
If she gets bullet in stomic--Grace will be activated before she dies or will be saved
Why? Xi, how do I distinguish bullet in stomic from shooting if ABB2 or Paddock2, and bullet in stomic as to torture her, or if she will be stabbed in belly, again, as to torture her? I don't want my wife Taylor Swift to be tortured, so that's the difference between her and, for example, you (Unless you have similar mechanisms): you can get bullet anywhere in your body except your head or heart, and you will likely survive. If she gets bulket anywhere--we all going to die, because rule 'Grace protects her from tortures (Grave Grace Stargraver--v-c=19 again, 06.06.2018--06.06 my true birthday)
USA plays with us all--each day. I explained everything already. They do not control the situation.
Xi, notice the same gamma.
I was constructing that drawing for transition Style->Out Of The Woods--+1--required to receive surname of my wife [ Taylor Swift ]* 💜💜♾♾ in my id--yet another trick with my id that I put inside and bout which Ukraine had no idea.
3 to 4. See--34
7+18+1+3+5=34
Grace
Grane--would be 45
Grave--would be 51
Look at Gangreen--7 at 3. 37/73
No hackers allowed. The same gamma
If those morons will try to cut off connection to Grace, anyhow (To do it in a reasonable way is very untrivial task)--it will be activated
Xi, reasoning is very simple, as when spy takes poison before he gets captured. If my wife gets to enemy so sophisticated that he will be able to anyhow impact connection to Grace, and the same is true for her clones--it means that he wants to turn it off, to torture her. So we take poison EXACTLY as Romeo and Juliet (28) and die together--at different places, but at the same time. Taking the rest with us--as this is what Grace is about. So don't be surprise with gamma
Why green, Xi? Exactly because of my eyes. Not because of anything else. That's 'the forest' 'the woods (43)'--lesss--Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive
Xi, USA has fun seeing me writing to you. They are completely insane. They can't understand anything--they do not control situation.
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JEALOUSY + FERRIS WHEEL RIDE !?
Stu Macher X Reader
summery: stu gets a little jealous when you always hang out with friends instead of him. after a heated argument concerning him and your friends you both promise to make plans for the two of you tomorrow.
warning !!: small angst & cussing
word count: 715
I just wanna say please be nice to me as this is like my first time writing in a while 😭. Please tell me what you think I could do better.
𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗬 ♪
“All your friends are so cool, you go out every night. In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're living the life.”
Jealousy - Olivia Rodrigo
It was 1:30pm. You invited Stu to spend time with you and your friends at a carnival because he kept complaining about how you never invited him to anything. But, unfortunately Stu wasn't following you or your friends. He seemed to follow way behind the rest of you and didn't play any games. He didn't seem like himself. But he seemed fine every time you'd ask if he was okay. It took you a while to realize his behavior was off. You and your friends were playing clown water balloon blast and you (literally amazing at everything) won a prize! It was a large pastel blue elegant. Perfect for Stu. Maybe this might make him feel better?
But all of the sudden Stu wasn't anywhere to be seen. You started searching for him and asking your friends if they had seen him. You searched every ride and game. He wasn't even on the benches. Until you saw a beige sweater moving through the crowd towards the main entrance. It was Stu! You immediately ran through, occasionally bumping into people. You finally reached him and got in front of him.
Y/N: “Stu! Where were you!? Why would you leave like that? I've been looking everywhere for you.” Stu scoffed and a sarcastic smile tugged at his lips
Stu: “Don't act like you missed me.” You looked at Stu and crossed your arms.
Y/N: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?”
Stu: “Why would you!? You're always doing shit with your dumb ass friends.”
Y/N: “You could've asked for me to hang out with you more!”
Stu: “Y/N, I have. And you don't seem half as excited when you're with me! Y'know something? I am sick and tired of those little fucking friends of yours.”
Y/N: “Well I'm sorry I'm having fun!”
Stu: “And you can't have fun with me!?” there was cold silence and tension was slowly dying down.
Y/N: “Look, Stu..how about we make some plans to hang out more or something-”
Stu: “More? There shouldn't be a ‘more’. I'm your boyfriend. You should make time for me.”
Y/N: “Well I'm trying to negotiate with you right now, Stu.”
Stu: “Are the plans gonna be actually fun? Wouldn't want you running to your cunt faced friends again.”
Y/N: “Don't call them that! Stu, would you please just listen!?” Stu crossed his arms and waited for you to say something. He looked annoyed and impatient.
Y/N: “What if..to make up for it...we can hang out at the carnival by ourselves? No friends tagging along, just me and you.” Stu stood there and thought about it.
Stu: “If we do...we have to make plans to hangout tomorrow. No backing out either.” you sighed and hugged him. Resting your head on his chest.
Y/N: “Okay...”
Stu: “Promise?” he hugged you back tightly, after kissing your head through your hair.
Y/N: “I promise.” Stu and you walked hand in hand as you walked towards the ferris wheel. “Oh I almost forgot..” You handed him the pastel blue elephant. “For you.”
Stu: He jokingly gasps and places a hand in front of his mouth “For me!?” you nod and hand it over. He jokingly squeals and takes it from you. “Thank you, he's so adorable!” he smiled.
Y/N: “You're welcome.” you held back laughter. It was nice to see Stu back to his normal self. He was always so cute when he was happier. You and Stu continued to play games, buy cotton candy, ride the ferris wheel and take pictures in the photo booth. The night couldn't have gotten better. Soon it was time to go home and stop by Stu's place to drop him off.
Stu: “Remember our deal, baby.” He got out of the car and went to your side of the car to talk to you through the rolled down window.
Y/N: “ I remember! Go inside!”
Stu: “I love you.” He kissed you. Before finally going inside the house. He waved a dramatic goodbye and blew kisses, causing you to giggle. You eventually drove back home. Getting undressed into pj's, and thinking about all the things you could do with Stu. As you laid down to rest, Stu had managed to enter your dreams. Allowing you to explore sweet fantasies of your future plans.
#scream#scream 1996#scream x reader#ghost face#ghost face x reader#stu matcher x reader#stu macher#scream1996x reader#slight angst#stu macher angst
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1–30 for the ask game :)
I will pretend you meant 1 and 30, not 1 through 30 ;p (and I'll answer the one in the middle too, for fairness, and cuz I want to ^^)
1. How many words have you written this year?
Good thing I keep track ^^
Some of that is original work, and the gap in September was when I submitted my MSc thesis. 120k is a good number, I'm proud ^^ although, I will try and be more rigorous next year, and actually do the 2 nanowrimo events.
15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?
There are several hahah
First the Egor one (my beta went through my notes as well, so she knows what happens but everyone else will have to wait XP)
Then there's the B5 x Clone Waes one. Here are a few snippets ;)
“Hytts, go get - I'll go get the General,” Barrage ordered, correcting himself midway, “Everyone ready yourselves. Shields up, weapons charged, we don't know how many of them we'll be up against.”
“Hmm, cut from the same cloth…” Blues mumbled, just loud enough for Barage to overhear as heft the command deck.
Not even half a minute later, General Master Rayko rushed onto the deck. Lighsaber in hand, he waited with an eager grin as Wraith finished adjusting the radio recievers.
“The coordinates are correct, we shall engage in the jump in T minus 10 - 9 - 8,” a droid counted down.
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This was the proof Kelei had wanted, had spent months chasing, but when Rawnè looked over to her captain, the woman seemed as uneasy as the rest of the group.
The Mimbari platoon had found the enemy ship but shear luck, and there was very little doubt in anyone's mind that this was a setup. The creature's that operated it wanted it to be found, but to what end?
“Look for large remains. We need to find a full body.” Kelei ordered.
She had ventured the furthest away from the shuttle, her dark blue battle robes blending in with the darkening sky with each passing moment. They were loosing daylight, and and they knew they'd be unlikely to find anything if they were to return the following cycle.
Whoever was piloting these exosuits always made sure to pick up their dead.
(This is the fic I want to read and not write btw)
And last but certainly not least is my Cait SO fic ^^ I have put it on hold recently because of my thesis, and other smaller and lighter stuff taking priority, but here's a little teaser to prove that I'm still working on it ^^
What did 715 even stand for? It was some kind of ongoing injury, as the number had started of at 300, and slowly risen over the past minute.
Cait had no idea.
She had no idea what trouble her soulmate had gotten into, she had no idea why her soulmate had only started getting into trouble now, and worse of all she had no idea how to get out of the combat zone.
"Little bird," Tommy's voice came from behind the door, soon followed by a knock, and the sound of the door opening.
30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?
That one of my fics is now linked on the TV tropes for one of my secondary fandoms. When I got a comment about it on AO3, I didn't think it was real (like a troll or something), but then I had a look and sure, there it was.
It's a really old fic that I didn't really plan out properly, and abandoned because i struggled with its pacing. But getting it linked on TV tropes motivated me to have another look at it. I've uploaded my word doc to drive, and I might start sporadically updating it, like I do with my DX x DBH crossover.
It's this fic btw:
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Green pink!
I’M SENDING THESE COLORS BACK TO YOU TOO!! Bluu is adorable and cool and i love seeing you pop up every now an then!! Thank you so much omg...i’m embarrassed LOL!!
#replies and asks tag 715#thinking about the way tuna smells i think it's pretty tasty....#also bluu gets the color blue as well winkwink#bluufishing
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warning: just some good ole smut | 18+ pleaseeee
| steve x bucky x reader
word count: 715
alright besties i’m just trying this out, please be kind :)
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Bucky couldn’t stop whining in Steve’s mouth as he thrusted up into him slowly while keeping one hand loosely wrapped around his neck.
“Stevie come on, i need more please” Bucky whispered between battered breaths when he drove his thick cock up into him for a few harsh thrusts before slowing again. He felt Steve twitch inside him as his hole clenched over and over ,his cock leaking on Steve’s stomach.
Steve bent forward and buried his face in Bucky’s neck, winking at you before going in to suck a bruise on Bucky’s pulse point. His hips picked up their pace, pumping into Bucky harshly while keeping eye contact with you as Bucky’s writhed on top of him. One final drive of his hips and they were both coming simultaneously and Bucky’s release seeped in between them.
You were painfully wet as you watched the two of them come down from their highs. Steve leaned back against the couch as he sucked Bucky’s release off his fingers and his eyes still boring into yours. Bucky turned around and gave a devilish smirk “your turn gorgeous” he practically moaned at the sight of your dripping pantries when you uncrossed your legs.
You got up the chair and strutted towards them with a growl and yanked Steve’s head towards you harshly, muffling his words as you capture his mouth in yours tongue slipping between his lips as you moan tasting Bucky’s salty release. Tightening your fingers in his hair you pull away breathing heavily.
You turn to Bucky and throw your leg over his situating yourself in-between them right on top of Bucky’s sensitive cock making him hiss. “always so greedy” you tsk while teasingly moving your panty clad pussy on his hardening cock. “now be good little boys and make mommy come.” you mockingly mutter.
Steve growled wrapping one massive palm around the back of your neck drawing you towards his chest. He gripped your hair harshly and drew your head back with a yank as his other hand ran over your throat, giving a soft squeeze before he moved it down to cup your breast. “you entitled little brat.” He murmured in your ear as he scraped his teeth over your ear lobe, “maybe don’t be such a little whore and you’d get what you want”
You yelped as Steve spanked your clit harshly before tearing your panties off. Bucky moved forward to mouth at your breast over your bra while Steve sank his teeth into your shoulder painfully. You yanked Steve off with his hair and pressed your lips to his, he hissed into your mouth as you sunk your teeth into his bottom lip, smacking your other hand against Bucky’s ass hard making him moan.
“i’m sure you know by now, how bad i am at taking orders captain” you mumble against his lips, rolling your naked pussy over Bucky’s cock as he throbbed under you. You don’t even notice Bucky uncoupling your bra until he starts sucking harshly on one of your nipples, whining as he rolled his hips.
“oh pet.” you pout mockingly towards Bucky. A high pitched whine leaves Bucky as he tries to move on Steve’s cock. “did you get permission to start moving.” you growl at him. “Sorry mommy, I-I didn't mean to be bad, I promise.” He claims but you’re unconvinced.
“You didn’t mean to be bad? Somehow I don’t believe that. It looks like our little pet wanted more, didn’t he?” You ask eyes staring into his piercing blue eyes. Steve chuckles darkly pulling you back with his hold on your neck proceeding to thrust up into Bucky. “tsk tsk, you can’t ever give up control can you” you gasped as he tightened his grip on your neck.
“guess we’ll just have to punish you until you start behaving”. Steve pushes you off of him, pulls out of Bucky to flip you onto your stomach on the couch. “i’ll tell you again captain, i don’t take orders” you words were muffled by the couch.
“You would if you knew what was good for you.” He muttered before landing a harsh smack on your ass. you moaned into the cushion, enjoying the pain. “Buck get the handcuffs, need to show her how to behave”.
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Toy’s
summary: Kai and you go into a sex shop
warnings: light smut ( making out, hickeys)
word count: 715
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Today was a lazy day.
You and Kai hadn't planned anything.
So you were surprised when he told you to get dressed.
" you got something planned for today that I don't know about ?" You asked.
" just saw something what made me thing about something."
" okay" you said eyeing him suspiciously.
You got ready and went into the car.
After a 15 minute drive kai stopped the car in front of a store.
" a sex store? You being serious right now?"
"Thought we could spice things up a little, maybe you'll find something you like. Let's get going"
You nodded before exiting the car.
Kai took your hand in his before entering the shop.
A woman dressed in mostly just lingerie greeted you ,asking if you needed help with anything.
You friendly denied saying that you wanted to look around for a bit.
You walked around the shop, eyeing vibrators in different shades and colors.
Dildos in different lengths,thicknesses and colors.
One vibrator, a dark blue one caught your eye.
You took the package out of the shelf and read the description.
You were supposed to obviously insert the bigger part into your core while the smaller one rests onto you clit.
Kai noticed that you seemed to like the toy and asked if you wanted to buy it.
" yes please ."
He also had some things in his hands including, a robe, handcuffs and another vibrator.
" if you want we can go to the lingerie section now."
You followed him after nodding.
You found a beautiful black lace bra with matching thong and a set in blue.
When you were finished with trying them on you got dressed again and met Kai at the pay desk.
After you payed the two of you walked back to the car and drove home.
" what are we gonna eat today?"
" dunno maybe order take out?"
" yes. Thai?"
"Mmh"
" perfect" you said while unlocking the door.
Before you could close the door Kai pressed you against it closing it on the way.
His lips found the sensible skin of your neck.
He sucked and licked, his hot breath fanning over the new formed hickeys.
Your protest turned into pleasure.
His lips wandered up to you ear, biting your earlobe lightly and mumbling, " I may like Thai but I would love to have you for dinner today."
With that he went back do abusing the skin of you neck. Traveling over your jaw to your lips connecting them in a heated kiss.
Your breath hitched and your pussy throbbed.
" Kai, wait" you panted, " are we gonna use the news toys you bought?"
He smirked before saying," corse we will."
With that he lifted you from the ground, your legs wrapping firmly around his waist, and carried you to your bedroom.
Kai laid you into the silk sheets, but before he settled to you on the bed he went back to get the toys.
When he came back you were already undressed and sitting on your knees.
" already ready for me, mmh?"
" always ready" you responded right away
He slowly made his way to you.
Unbuttoning his flannel, showing of his thick fingers and abs.
He stood in front of you with his open shirt and ruffled hair.
Your hands slid up his arms to his shoulder and under his shirt. Sliding it down his back until it laid on the ground.
He slowly begun leaning in ,his body hovering over yours while the cold sheets pressed against your skin.
He kissed down your body stopping at your breast giving them all his attention.
Licking and sucking. Kissing the purple turning skin before wandering further down your body, leaving kisses on his way.
When he was at your hips he changed his position, gripping your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide.
He got on his knees in front of you ,moaning at the sight of your arousal dripping folds.
His cock hard as a rock and straining against his trousers.
He looked at you with lust filled eyes and said in a groggy, low voice.
" time to unpack the toys."
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Hi !
I ve see your New prompt list may i ask you "this looks always means trouble" with ace if possible 🙂
Thanks a lot 😉
Ace x GN Reader
SFW
Word Count: 715
You’d been enjoying your afternoon stroll after a morning of chores, walking along the deck minding your own business until you saw the familiar tattooed back of Ace. He was peeking around the corner, gripping the wood, trying to stifle a laugh. You looked at him puzzled, about to round the corner he was gleefully looking at.
“Hey, hey!” He pulled you back, his voice a whisper, he put his pointer finger over his lips, mischief glimmered in his eyes, the grin suited his freckled face. “What?” You whispered back, trying to look over his shoulder, curious about what was going on.
He snickered and moved you to in front of him, not letting you wriggle from his grip “Marco’s in bird form” He whispered and sure enough the 1st division commandeer was in his phoenix form, nestled snuggly in a coil of rope, face buried under his wing. It was a rare sight to see the beautiful blue bird and its shimmering feathers.
Everyone knew zoan types needed moments to embrace their more animalistic side, the ships doctor enjoyed preening and napping in the sun. You couldn’t take your eyes off the bird but the muffled giggles from Ace drew your attention back to him.
"That look always means trouble," You mumbled when he could barely contain his excitement. He grabbed your hand and pulled you back the way you’d come from.
You both barged into the kitchen and Ace almost tripped over his own feet looking around the kitchen, Thatch looked up from his dinner prep and eyed the younger pirate before his glance rested on you. “What are you guys up to?” The cook asked, resting his chin on the back his hand.
“I need like three eggs” Ace commented.
“Why?” Both you and Thatch asked confused.
“Marco’s in bird form, I’m going to hide these under him while he sleeps” Ace grinned ear to ear from his plan, you winced thinking about how phoenix talons would feel or worse, how the easy-going man would make sure you both got extra chores for a week.
“Oh he’s going to be pissed, bottom shelf to the right” The brunette commented and you shot the older man a look, he was just as bad as Ace. “Ah ha! Thanks!” Ace loudly proclaimed form the fridge, grabbing the eggs and rushing back out he kitchen, pulling you along once more.
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“He is going to murder you Ace” You chuckled nervously when you both peered around the corner to see Marco still fast asleep, looking so calm and serene, you were torn between feeling bad for the commander but also amused by the prank Ace was about to pull.
You’d never seen Ace move so softly, trying to keep his incessant giggles from running the plan, making sure he stepped just right, not wanting the planks to give away his location. You gripped the edge of the wood, eyes wide as Ace managed to get close to Marco, ever so gently he lifted a fluffy wing, setting the eggs under the resting creature.
He turned and gave you the biggest thumbs up, grin from ear to ear and oh God, the way he smiled back at you, you loved this idiot. He rushed back, trying to remain silent. Ace pushed you against the wall and made sure you were both out of sight.
“Okay, okay, ready” He kicked a near by empty metal bucket across the deck, the clang and clatter of it rolling across the deck broke the peaceful air, the undignified squawk they heard, no doubt from the elegant bird your partner had just pranked.
You tried to keep a straight face when Marco turned the corner, the blond looked tired, rudely awoken from his nap, across his cheeks were an obvious blush, he inched the stubble on his chin, giving you both a look. You waved to the tall man and elbowed a snickering Ace.
“What’s wrong Marco? You look like you laid an egg”
Marco opened and closed his mouth, the blush growing as he realized what Ace had done and you by association. “Funny, hilarious, you can both help me with my mountain of paper work for that yoi” Marco gripped both your arms and started to haul you off.
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Sonni
A/N: Coffeeshop AU? Coffeeshop AU. Just a cute little thought with Sonny that I planned out last May and then never wrote. This covers the Barista square in @adarafaelbarba birthday bingo. Enjoy!
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You hated the closing shift at the on-campus café; though one would assume there’d be a rush of students cramming with caffeine assistance, it was normally dead the last few hours. It gave you plenty of time to clean, sanitize, and get the bar ready for the opening crew. You also normally ended up studying or doing an assignment in the dead space, too.
The only good thing about the closing shift came in about 30 minutes before closing. Sonny came in with his signature smile, bookbag hanging off his shoulder. His bright blue eyes and dimples had you swooning since you met him at the start of the term.
You grabbed a small cup, already knowing his order—but still, you double checked. “Small hazelnut latte?”
His grin widened, “with a memory like that, you should be a detective.”
You felt your cheeks warm as you smiled. Taking the cup, you wrote the order on it, then Sonny’s name. But this time, you left him a little surprise that he hopefully wouldn’t notice until after he left.
“I’m not that good—not to be a detective,” you replied as you started on his drink.
He leaned against the counter, watching you work. “Don’t sell yourself short—I come in here, what, once every other week? And ya still remember my order? That’s impressive.”
You didn’t want to tell him it’s because you found him adorable, so you didn’t respond. Once you finished his drink, you came over, handing it to him. For the briefest moment, your fingertips brushed each other, and your face heated a little more.
He smiled warmly, thanking you before reaching for his wallet.
“It’s on the house, Sonny,” you said, and his hand froze.
“Are ya sure? I don’t want you in trouble—”
“It’s already been taken care of,” you asserted.
This time, you saw the pink creep up his neck and onto his cheeks. “Thank you; I appreciate it,” he breathed.
“Don’t mention it,” you whispered back. You weren’t sure what kind of tension was between you two, but he finally broke it when he turned to leave. It wasn’t until he was walking to his next class that he looked at the cup, noticing you spelled his name “Sonni” with a heart over the “i.”
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The next time Sonny came in—about a week later—he was determined to repay you.
“How about a pastry? Or a coffee? Are ya really not hungry?” he asked you.
You smiled at his kindness. “I’m fine, Sonny. Thank you, though—I don’t need anything.”
He wasn’t willing to accept that, so this time, when he paid for his $4.75 drink, he gave you a $20. “Keep it—it’s all yours.”
“Sonny! I can’t accept this!”
His smile widened. “Yeah, ya can, and since you’re working alone, it’s yours.”
You thanked him meekly, putting his change aside for later. Then an idea struck you; you took his receipt with you while making his drink. He asked you general questions about your term so far, what you were studying—just small talk while waiting.
Before you could lose your nerve, you quickly wrote your number on his receipt. Once his drink was ready, you passed it to him, along with the receipt. To your discomfort, he looked at his receipt instantly, his eyes widening before flicking up to you, a small smile appearing on his face.
“Ya know, I’ve wanted ta ask ya out for a while now, but I was raised ta never ask someone who couldn’t run away,” he said sheepishly, and you giggled. “But, as long as I’m not misreading the signs, may I ask ya out ta dinner?”
You thought it was adorable how careful he was being; he was obviously raised right. “I’d love to go to dinner with you. I’m off Saturday night,” you replied.
“Saturday night it is, then. I’ll text ya after class tonight.”
You both grinned at each other like fools before he finally turned and left. You had butterflies in your stomach, thinking about going on a date with Sonny. And unbeknownst to you, as soon as Sonny was out of view of the café, he pumped his arm in victory—spilling only a little bit of his coffee in the process.
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#5
→ on my mind 02 — a jeongguk scenario
member: jeon jungkook
word count: 25.6k
genre: domestic!au + established relationship + fluff + smut + mild angst
warnings: slow build / oral sex (f & m receiving) / multiple smut scenes / over-stimulation / breeding kink / creampies / mentions of infertility / pregnancy is a central part of the story line / pregnancy sex / jeongguk just wants to be a good dad / i am so sorry if the editing is not up to par i tried my best / mild possessiveness / mentions of misogyny and an asshole manager
soundtracks: (they long to be) close to you, carpenters + to you, yoona & lee sang soon + someone’s shining, wisue + who knew, chloe x halle, + but i’m trying to tell you how much i love you, saevom + pretend, lee aram + when the wind blows, yoona + meet me in amsterdam, rini + she, jannabi
special thanks to: @gukkheaven for seeing the baby version of this fic <3 / @a-life-thats-next-to-normal for sharing some much needed baby info with me!
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#4
dedicated to the lovely @himboksj happy (very late almost criminally late) bday present! so whew... there’s a lot happening in this one! return of jock!jk and his wonderful girl oc now featuring!!: squirting, creampie, oral (fem receiving), mild choking, biting, boobs in face!!, anime tiddy mentions, praise kink galore, multiple orgasms, the use of a vibrator, jaykay is sick actually, over-stimulation, mild spit kink, dommish!jk, (redacted) pet name, mentions (and watching) of porn, everybody is in love and horny, crying cause the dick too good, fingering but not really. 5k of words that should have never left my brain. listen to continuum & nothing without you by tanerelle (kindly check masterlist for the pretty boy drabble mini masterlist if you want to read the rest of this au!)
Jeongguk didn’t mean to go snooping through your things. It was 100% accidental. He just remembered that you kept some athletic tape in your drawers because Jeongguk usually needed to wrap his knee or ankle after practice and you ensured that he always had some near (in case he came crashing at yours instead of going back to his dorm after Coach brutalised him during drills). And, anyway, you were at a point in your relationship where Jeongguk didn’t necessarily feel the need to outright ask you if he could poke around your drawers. Of course, he respected your space, but it’s not like he wasn’t nosy when you were best friends. You were in the shower too, he didn’t want to bang on the door and ask where you kept the tape.
Imagine his surprise when he reached the final drawer in your dresser, idly rummaging around for the blue athletic tape he knows is buried somewhere, and his fingers latch around a silky cloth instead. He knew what it was immediately, the shape a dead give-away. A discreet bullet vibrator, stuffed under your unnecessarily large collection of fluffy winter socks. Perhaps he stopped breathing, the twitch in his loose workout shorts undeniable. He’s not surprised that you own one and yet, his brain can’t fathom you using it. Even now, Jeongguk’s still growing used to seeing you come undone around his length, the feeling of your walls tight on his cock as your mumble his name. It drives him mad. He’s seen you in every kind of state; sobbing hysterically, laughing until tears slip from your pretty eyes, stumbling drunk in the streets, eyebrows furrowed with anger at him, that soft tiny grin you grant him on good days, the pout your lips settle into when you don’t get your way. He never fathomed he’d ever see you in that way, skin flushed with heat, eyes cloudy with ecstasy, your heat pressed against his own. He finds new ways to fall in love with you every day but it reaches new heights when he’s deep inside of you. Maybe he’s mildly obsessed with seeing you unravel, but that’s a secret he keeps to himself.
He does take a peek at your toy though, a soft velvet-like purple vibrator. It’s cute actually, something you would definitely purchase. But then the sound of water hitting the shower tiles slows down and Jeongguk swiftly tucks the toy back into your drawers.
“Oh?” You say when you open the door to him standing stiff in your room. The steam from the shower wraps around your figure in gentle wisps, sunlight filtering in from the window behind you, the image of an innocent angel appearing right before his eyes. “You’re here.”
“Practise ended early,” Jeongguk returns, his gaze trailing the droplets of water that slip down your skin. You smell good, just like that vanilla and peach shower gel that you dearly love. And the towel hiding your body is loose. It’s not his fault that he’s hard in his pants. When he moves to hug you, your face contorts, a downward tug at your lips that Jeongguk longs to change with a kiss.
“I’m wet,” you whine, brushing past him. “Go shower, you always stink after practise.”
He huffs, strong arms catching your fleeing figure and quickly wrapping you into his chest. “No. Don’t want to. I missed you and you can’t even hug me? You’re so mean to me.”
“Guk-” Jeongguk cuts that complaint with his face in your neck, lips colouring your skin rouge with a kiss that intends to leave a mark. “You can’t,” you mumble, but your fingers settle on the nape of his neck, tangling in the growing strands of his hair. “I have to get to work soon.”
“It won’t take long,” Jeongguk returns, feathering kisses across your skin as he nudges you to the bed. “I promise. Let me do this, I’ve missed you, bunny.”
Your towel is discarded somewhere in the amble to your sheets, your thighs wrapped around Jeongguk’s face a second later. He watches your body carefully, teasing your clit with purpose before he allows himself to slip his tongue deep. He notes the twitches in your thighs, the way your buck your hips against his face. He ignores his desire, for the time being, nose buried at the apex of your cunt, tongue covered in your slick, his lips latched on your clit. You like it fast, purposeful sharp flicks that make you squirm until Jeongguk has to pin your hips down, the lave on your heat brutal. His brain can’t help but wonder how you’d behave with your toy grazing your clit and his cock burrowed deep. You’re so sensitive, response to even the softest kiss he lays on your cunt. Would you be wetter than this? You’re already dripping down his face, his mouth glistening with your desire. But he wants to see if you can do more than this, squirm more than this, make a bigger mess than this. The thought surfaces as he feels your body lock, the tension in your limbs drawn high as your hands reach for his. You cum on his face with your fingers intertwined, his name falling from your lips as the afternoon sunlight hits your skin. It’s then and there that Jeongguk decides, with his mouth wet from your release, he’s going to see you squirt one day. For him and him alone.
He waits for the moment to naturally strike, silently scheming wicked thoughts every time you crawl into his sheets. It happens one evening, an empty bottle of wine at the foot of your bed and hentai porn playing brazenly on his laptop screen. Somewhere between downing the bottle and cuddling in his sheets Jeongguk had mentioned an uncanny resemblance between your gigantic chest and the anime boobies he’d grown fond of since his introduction to hentai. You’d immediately dismissed him, whacking him hard on the head and then Jeongguk had to prove it to you, opening his favourite website and pulling up a video that had your jaw-dropping.
“Your boobs do that, you know,” he says. Which grants him a sharp kick to the shin.
“Jeongguk, what is wrong with you?” He can tell you’re not annoyed, but there’s a lilt in your voice that makes him pause, doe eyes flicking to your face. You may be kicking him under the blankets but your eyes are stuck to the video, a distance glaze colouring your gaze. He can tell by the way your thighs draw together that you’re not as averse to this as you pretend to be.
“Turn it off,” you mumble.
“Why? I can tell that you like it.”
“Jeon, I’m not joking.” There’s a glare paired with that sentence, but he reads right through it.
“Fine,” Jeongguk offers, fingers already typing what’s been on his mind since the day he discovered your vibrator.
“What are you—oh.”
There’s a quiet lull. He clicks on a video that’s more familiar to him than he’ll ever willingly admit out loud. It starts the way Jeongguk prefers it to, with a man on his knees, his head buried between the thighs of a girl.
“What are you doing, Guk?” A warning. A question. Jeongguk is not sure what you mean by that and he’s too hesitant to take a look at your face to decipher the tone in your voice just yet. He takes the jump instead, hoping you don’t mind the fantasies of his mind.
“Have you ever squirted?” Somewhere between the exchange of words in Jeongguk's room, the man on his laptop screen slipped two fingers into the girl. It doesn’t help that your boobs are falling right out of your loose camisole, resting right on his bare arm.
“Jeongguk,” you return. “Answer my question.”
“Answer mine first,” he looks at you then, trying hard to read your eyes. There’s no heat in your face, just an innocence that colours your features. Wide eyes, your legs draw together, a hard swallow that he sees in the low lights that illuminate the room.
“No,” you say, bottom lip caught between your teeth. “So why are you showing me squirting porn?”
It’s then that Jeongguk realises he wants to ruin you. As horribly cliché as it sounds, he longs for that. And the urge for it doubles when your gaze falters, flicking quickly for the screen before drifting back to his. The couple is still fucking on his screen, hard quick loud thrusts that travel to the pit in his stomach fast. He’s hard in his briefs, a painful throb ebbing through his length when your hand drops to his chest.
“Guk?”
He shuts the laptop, the moans cut off, a heated silence taking its place. The bed feels too big when he gets up, ignoring the confused look you give him.
The vibrator is exactly where he left it, oddly comforting because it means you don’t use it. You have him after all. But he needs the toy for tonight.
“What? Guk? What’s go—when did you find that?” You’re embarrassed, he knows it from the way you squirm under the blanket. He glances down at it, finger pressing the switch that turns it on. A quick run through shows ten decent vibrators at different levels, it’s rather intense even in his hands, the low buzz that it emits filling the room forbidding before he shuts it off.
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#3
→ pu$$y fairy — a jeongguk scenario 02
member: jeon jungkook
word count: 4.2k
genre: smut + college!au + jeongguk and oc are in a weird fwbs without the friendship part just the benefits except jaykay lowkey has feelings + virginity au
warnings: virgin!oc / oral sex (fem receiving) / jaykay best coochie eater / oc is strange / jaykay is confused / there r emotions and propositions because of said emotions!! / first times / not really edited / mingyu the meddling best fwend part two :3
soundtrack: stargazing, the neighbourhood + body, summer walker
part one
Jeongguk has not been able to get you out of his mind since your last fateful meeting. The memories linger like a stain on precious fabric, sinking through thread and leaving a blight that can be spotted from a mile away. His overeager thoughts have left him sensitive, acutely aware of your sudden presence. He spies you constantly in the lunch hall, laughing bold and unabashed with your friends, a brightness on your features that travels straight to his heart. Sometimes you rush past him in the hallways, late to your lectures, the wind sweeping the skirts you donned often upward. That had sent him for a small spiral, the fact that you loved wearing skimpy little things despite your coy nature. He hadn’t picked a favourite yet, but the blush pink and floral patterned skirts were contesting for number one unbeknownst to you. Once, he’d attempted a meek greeting, partially surprised by his timidness. But you had just brushed him off, one flash of your radiant smile before you scampered away. He’d mentioned it to Mingyu one drunken evening, unable to keep your name from slurring off his tongue. His heart twisted funny in his chest when he described your reluctance towards him, throat tight as the words squeezed themselves out. The response he’d received knocked him off his unstable feet, legs sinking onto the pavement below, the glowing amber street above lights blurring.
“Why do you care?” Mingyu had slurred, slumping down beside him.
“What?” The crack of his neck echoed in the wind as he twisted to face his friend, discovering Mingyu's features flushed red and his eyes half-closed as the truth slipped from his mouth.
“I mean,” Mingyu continued, “It’s not like you’re dating her or anything. It’s strictly sex, or is that not what the both of you agreed?”
“Well–” He was caught there, facing a dead-end he didn’t realise he’d back himself into until that very moment. “Well, even if that’s what we agreed I should at least get to know her right? It feels so strange to sleep with someone you barely know.”
Mingyu had scoffed, knocking his knee into Jeongguk’s. “Yah! Were you not trying to hook up with some random girl in the club five minutes ago?”
“But that’s different,” he’d pouted into the night, hands ripping through his curls in a futile attempt to get you out of his head. “I’m supposed to take her virginity, right? There’s a weight there. I should get to know her.”
Mingyu paused for a second, silently reading into what his friend was implying. “Fair enough. Get to know her then.”
“I’m trying,” Jeongguk shot back. “But it’s so hard. She doesn’t even answer my texts. Maybe she hates me or something.”
The long look he received unsettled him, Mingyu’s gaze indiscernible.
“She doesn’t hate you,” he finally murmured, the sentence purposeful. “She’s probably just overwhelmed. Y/N tends to shut down when things feel like too much for her.”
“So? She should at least respond to my messages.” Jeongguk didn't mean to say the remainder of his thoughts out loud but they stumbled from his throat regardless, a whisper lifted by the midnight breeze. “Was my dick that ugly?”
Mingyu’s loud laugh cut right through him, Jeongguk’s cheeks burning hard in the quiet of the night.
“She said that?” Another choking laugh accompanied his disbelief followed by Jeongguk’s head drooping down in shame. “God, you’ve got it bad haven’t you? And you barely know her too.”
“Shut up,” Jeongguk had hissed, terrified of the fond thumping of his heart. “I don’t.”
“You do,” Mingyu had hummed. “But I get it. Just give her time. She’s been asking about you too, you know.”
“She has?” If he had ears like a puppy they’d be perked up with jubilance right now.
Another knowing noise of acknowledgement, his friend’s gaze wistful. “Yeah. But like I said, give her time.”
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Time is apparently three weeks later, the stress of submitting mid-semester assignments finally subduing across campus. There were murmurs of parties, people out and about with no care for the curfew imposed on them, and the recklessness of mid-term break drifting through the autumn air. Jeongguk had messaged you a couple of days ago (just a quick check-in or that is what he told himself), only to be met with one-word responses and a curtness that left him cold. But here you are again, notifications lighting up his screen in the middle of the night.
nutcase [11:48pm]
u up?
He nearly chokes on the ramen halfway down his throat. A booty-call, really, Jeongguk just meant that to you. For a second he considers ignoring the message but the prospect of seeing you again has him tapping the notification with a swiftness that should embarrass him.
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#2
Going raw with jock jk 🥴
well...aw shit here we go again (literally nawt edited)
pairing: jock!jk and oc
warnings: use of pet names, mentions of orgasms/oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, jeongguk is SO IN LOVE, yeah its soft and horny :3
There’s an edge to the air that Jeongguk feels in his chest. It’s sharp, loaded with something unfamiliar that leaves his heart in a mess of nerves, thumping loud in the silence of his room. In the distance, his brain registers the unforgettable boisterous laugh of Mingyu downstairs, probably laughing at something silly Yoonho said. The pair were always around, clambering around Jeongguk’s dorm as if they lived there while Yugyeom grumbled from his seat on the couch. Normally, he would be a little bit annoyed. Jeongguk loved his friends but he also adored his solitude (there’s also the fact that one time they cleared the fridge of all his banana milk and ate his galbi leftovers). But right now, he cannot fathom leaving the comfort of these four walls to kick them out. Not when you’re panting into his bed-sheets, skin flushed warm and a blissful glaze covering your eyes when you flutter them his way.
Nothing in the world mattered as much as you did.
“You good?” He whispers it into the hollow of your neck, delicately planting a kiss there a moment after.
The sigh you release seeps into his heart, a soft gentle sound that he longs to hear again.
“Perfect,” you quietly return, gracing him with a smile that could end wars and clear skies.
He wants to do this slowly, savour every part of you all over again. He can still taste you on his tongue, the memory of your muffled cries and beautiful tremors so fresh in his mind that it’s almost violent. But his own desires demand attention, cock hard against the line of his stomach, a need so desperate building rapidly. His hands travel slow by force, but you know him too well, knocking your legs apart so that your heat meets his, slick eagerly coating the length of him.
The groan he lets out his accidental, melting into the air as Jeongguk buries his face in your neck. In his dismay you giggle, a devious sound, as your fingernails trail down his back, digging into muscle with purpose.
“It’s you’re turn now, love.” It’s murmured into his ear, your hands sinking into the mess of his curls. You brush them away with a fondness that cracks his heart open, something wild and beautiful blooming in his chest.
Love. Love. He thinks about that word a lot. Thinks about it when you cheer for him at his games, tiny frame jumping onto the bleachers so you can see the field better. When you wack at his arm and laugh at his lame jokes. When you drop an iced americano in his hands after his tortuous nine am classes with Professor Lee. When you tug him into your arms and kiss him like you want to memorise the feeling on his lips on yours. When you look at him. When you hands slides into his, a fit as perfect as your bodies moving together in his bed.
Love.
You.
He thinks he might. He knows he does.
He should say it. Soon at least. Before it comes out during an untimely situation. Like the time your car broke down in the middle of a busy street and when you called for help Jeongguk was terrified that you’d gotten hurt. The itch didn’t leave even after you’d explained the situation, angry honking and your voice trembling with concealed tears. He wanted to say it then. Needed to. It almost slipped out when he said goodbye, promising to come as quickly as he could.
I love you.
Would it be that big of a deal? He thinks about as your hands fall from his body. He rises slowly, moving to rummage through his drawers for a condom. There’s four left. He bought a pack of 30 not even two weeks ago. Perhaps he spent more time learning the taste of your cunt than he did on his lectures. But this was still new. Bright, unlearned. He’d just figured out that you like it when he pins you down hard, making it impossible for you to squirm as he licked you apart. So perhaps the rapidly emptying box is warranted.
When he looks back at you, you’re staring at him. The foil feels funny in his hands. He gives it a twirl before attempting to tear it open.
“Actually,” you interrupt. He halts, heart loud in his head. “We... You... What if we didn’t use it?”
Oh.
“Because, well,” you quickly tack on, shuffling upright. Jeongguk will admit that he did stare at your boobs as you did so. “We both got tested right? And, I am on birth control.”
Fuck. He most definitely came a little at just the thought of fucking you raw. Not that he hasn’t thought about it. But before it was never an outright possibility. Not until now, when you look like an angel in his bed, your body his temple to worship.
“Okay,” Jeongguk tries to keep his voice levelled but he knows it wavers. Whether it’s fear or excitement he can’t discern yet. “We can do that, yeah.”
You smile and he drops the condom like it scales him, climbing back into your arms where he belongs. It takes a little bit of shifts and shuffles, quiet laughs and gentle kisses interrupting the journey, before Jeongguk settles at your entrance, sliding in with an ease that should be criminal. You take him so well that he nearly blows his load right there, a tight wet heat welcoming every inch of his length. He doesn’t miss the way your back arches from the back, his hands cupping the back of your hips. There’s a whine that escapes from your throat, followed by the sound of name. You’re delirious, your moans colouring his room warm. He can’t help but buck forward, lip caught between his teeth as he forces his release down. His thoughts are stuck on how good you feel around him, velvet walls fluttering when he pauses, gives you a moment to adjust, his gaze dropping to your half open eyes.
“Bunny,” he murmurs. You mumble something incoherent, which Jeongguk replies to by bucking his hips deeper. “Bunny.”
“Hmm?”
“Look at me.” It takes a moment but you force your eyes open, gaze meeting Jeongguk’s. His curls keep tumbling into his face but you can still feel the heat of his gaze from behind them. “Good girl.” There’s the rock of his hips, followed by a sharp tug as he pulls you closer to him . You can feel him in your guts, thick cock splitting you right open. “Be good for me, hmm? I’m not gonna be gentle with you, baby. You can take it though, can’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
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1288 notes • Posted 2021-01-13 16:13:21 GMT
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→ pretty boy — a jeongguk drabble series
alternatively known as the jock!jk universe
drabbles in vague chronological order (more are likely to be added)
pretty boy au playlist 💞
1. after-school activities
2. i thought you meant me
3. beer-pong and jealousy (a)
4. she was waiting (a)
5. excuses to yearn
6. locker-room lover (m)
7. my love (m)
8. be good for me (m)
9. obsessions of the good kind (m)
10. new horizons (m)
11. what you do to me (semi-m)
12. familiar friends, new fears (a)
13. bite the hand that feeds the heart (a)
14. honeymoon fades (a)
15. one heart broke; four hands bloody (a)
16. fuel to the fire (a) (m)
17. out of line (a)
18. old friends, new foes (a)
19. kintsugi (a) (f)
go through the jock!jk tag to see the full universe! (asks/thoughts from the author)
1669 notes • Posted 2021-01-17 13:56:46 GMT
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