#and I'm not waiting until after the weekend with this shit oh my god

[xxblairexxss]

We’ll be fine

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Angst, fluff

Word count : 4.7k

Requested!

Relationships aren’t all sunshines and rainbows. Charles and you were trying so hard to maintain this long distance relationships but everything seemed to be going the wrong way. Was it the miscommunication, the lack of reassurance or was it because of your job?

The FaceTime’s outgoing ringtone blasted through your Macbook’s speaker, giving you a jolt, though you had bern waiting for it for the past 30 minutes.

"God, I miss you so much, baby."

The sight of your boyfriend in red, all sweaty, made you all giddy like a high school teenager. "Hi, boyfriend! Congratulations on the P3!" He went on to talk about the race and everything you had missed for not being able to join him this weekend while you rested your chin on your palm whilst listening to him.

"No way! You saw the same cut board again? Was it from the same person?" You asked; your work-related stuff was long forgotten.

"I'm not sure about that, but it freaked me out a little bit seeing my face that big over and over."

You cackled. He had propped his phone against his stuff, so you got a good look at him while he sorted out things before the press conference. It made you feel as if you were there with him.

This was the first time in a while that you didn’t get into an argument during a 10-minute video call. A few weeks ago, as frequent as it was, Charles and you would always get into an argument, sometimes one that lasted for days. It was all because of your new job and the upcoming summer break.

When you first got the offer, you could see Charles wasn’t too elated about it. It didn’t mean he was unhappy to see you step up into another chapter of your life. He was so ecstatic that he even prepared a small celebration and gifts to celebrate it. For the whole week after you told him about your promotion, that was all he ever talked about.

"I’m so proud of you."

"My hardworking girl"

"You deserved it so much".

Those were the words he kept on showering you with, like a mantra.

But those words eventually turned into fatalistic, forcing you to accept the culpability of the constant disagreement in the relationship.

"Not this again, Y/N."

"I just don’t understand why it’s so hard for you."

"I’m doing this for us too!"

"Am I the only one who gives a fuck about this relationship?"

Being able to talk to him and seeing him all smile with eyes full of accolades and longing for the touch from you erased all of the tainted spots.

That was until he called you again that night. When you told him about your upcoming project was when he blew up all over again. You saw it coming. Even before you picked up the call, before you had arranged those words in your head.

"What do you mean you can’t join me next week? Y/N, it’s my summer break. Don’t you want to spend some time together?"

You covered your face with your hands, internally screaming. He always acted as if you had a choice to reject every offer that the company had arranged for you. As if you didn’t care about this relationship as much as he did. "They asked me to take over the project. I can’t say no."

"I haven’t seen you in weeks." He muttered.

"I wanted to see you too, Charles, but..."

"Don’t say that." He heckled. You saw him roll his eyes, moving away from the camera. "Don’t say shit like that just to make me feel better. I know you don’t actually mean any of it."

"Charles, I really wanted to see you but I can’t say no!" You yelled out, desperately trying to make him see things from your point of view.

"Bullshit." He sniggered.

"What?"

"What if I tell you, Oh, I missed you so much, I can’t wait to see you, then chose to spend the weekend with my friends after saying all that? It sounds bullshit to you, isn’t it?" He shook his head, as if what you said vexed him even more. 

“I wasn’t spending the weekend with my friends. I’m working! It’s a different case.” You argued back, feeling unfair from his reactions.

"I’m going to sleep. Good night."

"Already? But I thought we could talk some more. I wanted to hear your story, I wanted to tell you about happen to me on my way to work this morning.." Your pleas were ignored as he stayed silent, looking as if he were so ready to click the end call button. "It’s okay then. Good night. I love you.”

The call ended. Well, he ended the call without saying it back.

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The summer break came around. Just like any other year, Charles would spend a week with his friends and the other week with his family. You would always join him, but not this year.

You have seen videos and pictures of his friends laughing, teasing each other, and filming funny videos here and there while you were stuck in your office.

Charles would still text you; he would wish you good morning and good night; he would ask you if you had eaten and if you needed him to arrange a food delivery for you; but he never spoke about the summer break anymore. In one way, it just felt like he had erased the words from his mind. Though you still saw pictures and videos of him on his yacht, riding his jet ski, you never asked him about it—basically anything that involved the break—because you just didn’t want to get into another fit of disagreement and his failure to see your situation.

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"What are you having for dinner, baby? I can’t see." He was in his bed, barely keeping himself awake after the full-blown activities in the sea today while you were just getting ready to eat your dinner.

"I’m having sushi!" His eyes widen at the huge selection when you tilted the plate of sushi.

"That’s a lot! You got carried away with the menu again, didn’t you?"

"Yeah.." Your lips were pressed in a thin line, shoulder-sloping like a child who got into trouble.

"Can you actually finish that, love?"

"Obviously no! I’ll figure out a way to not waste any of this." Picking a salmon out of 20 more selections on the plate, you dipped the end into the small plate of soy sauce and devoured one, smiling at the fresh, delectable taste.

"You know I can’t finish them for you. I’m like thousands of miles away." Charles was propping his chin on his hand, forcing himself to stay awake.

"I know. I miss you a lot." You covered your mouth, holding your laugh, when his chin slipped off his palm and he nearly slammed his head against the pillow. "You know you can go to sleep, right? I am fine eating dinner on my own."

"No, I want to stay awake and watch my girlfriend eat her sushi."

You stuck out your tongue and scrunched your nose, making him chuckle. "Which one should I try next?" You moved the phone a little so he could get a full view of the plate again.

"Try the scallop one, baby. It looks good."

You picked the one he chose with your chopstick and ate it up, letting out a squeal of excitement when the taste activated your taste buds. "It’s so good! You would have liked this one."

Charles eventually fell asleep before you could finish your so called eating show. He fell asleep hugging the pillow, which acted as your replacement because he always had trouble sleeping without you. He even asked you to leave a travel-size perfume of yours the next time you came home, just so it felt much more pragmatic in his mind.

Unknowingly to him, you had requested leave from absence home earlier this week, and it was just approved by your supervisor today. It was only for a week, but at least you could see your boyfriend and spend time with him this summer.

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Charles came home, and he was confounded by how tidy his apartment looked. The pile of clothes he had set aside in the laundry room to be washed was gone, and the washing machine was on as it was counting down to 15 minutes, rotating and spinning his clothes. He had left the house quite in a hurry this morning, so he expected it to be out of place, just like how he left it.

"Surprise!"

He sprang back, his head hitting the wall when you jumped out from behind the door as he was about to walk in, causing him to bend down, his hand holding the crown of his head.

"Oh my God! I’m so sorry!" You chortled, covering your mouth from the loud thud sound as you hugged him.

"Ow, I think I got a concussion, baby." He buried his face against your neck as you cradled him like a child. "Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?"

"I wanted to give you a surprise! And a concussion." You stroked his hair, barely able to breathe from the tight grip around your waist.

"God, I missed you so, so much." He planted a trail of kisses along your shoulder blade up to your jawline and ended it on your lips, only pulling away when both of you were out of breath. "I missed you, baby."

"I missed you more. I’m all yours, love. No more hugging pillows!" You snaked your arms around his neck, giggling when you felt his lips on your nose.

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"Y/N, baby, no. I just changed!"

You saw a perfect opportunity when he was standing at the edge of the yacht, seemingly to be in very deep thoughts, so you dashed into him, making him lose his balance as he grabbed you by your arm and pulled you with him back into the water.

"Why do you have to do that?!" You cried out, splashing the water on him with a frown.

"Oh, are you mad at me? Really, baby?" He laughed and lead you back to the yacht as it started getting a bit chilly. You still refused to talk to him, even when he wrapped you in a new towel and engulfed you in a hug. He, however, found the whole situation funny. "Okay, baby, I’m sorry for pulling you into the water. I should have been the only one cold in the sea. " Charles finally surrendered when you seemed to be so in persistent with your sulking attempt.

Rolling your eyes, you fell into a fit of laughter as you threw yourself on him, making him lay down with you on the lounge seats. "I’m just kidding!" You cupped his cheeks and brushed your lips on his. "You are so cute!"

"You make me the happiest man in the world." He caressed your cheeks while you braced yourself on his body. Everything was just so perfect you never wanted this moment to end. Just getting lost in those green eyes gave you a vivid view of the beautiful landscapes. The way you felt his soft, loving touch on your face, trailing the structure of your face tucked on your heart, just when you thought you couldn’t fell in love with this man even more.

"I love you so much, baby." He mumbled, drumming his fingers on your chin, which made you chuckle.

"I love you even more, love."

"Let’s stay like this for a little while. I missed having you in my arms." He leaned his head back on the seats, wishing for the time to stop because everything—literally everything—was just so perfect for him.

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"Baby?"

"Yeah?" Charles came to the kitchen, leaning against the counter while you still had your eyes on your tea, stirring it after you put a spoonful of sugar.

"Mom wished you could join the family’s vacation next week. Is there any way you can extend your leave?"

"I’m so sorry, love, but I need to be at the office by next week." Since you were working on a new project at the moment, it was difficult for you to be absent even more when you already got a week off though you knew right away you would have to pull an all-nighter once you touchdown tomorrow just to go through all those unreplied emails.

"Y/N, please. For me," He held your hand, which was circled around the mug. “For us.”

"Charles, this isn’t about us. You know—"

"Here we go again. I’m the only one who has to tolerate, give in, and follow your schedule. Y/N, this relationship isn’t about you all alone." His voice was louder now, half shouting as he left the kitchen.

"Yes, I know, Charles. I know! You are not the only one who has to ride the wave right now. You are not the only one giving in. I had been with you in every race that I could though I had to constantly fly back and forth. I have told you I was required to be at the office even more now that we’re working on a new project. Once it is all done and sorted out, my schedule will be more manageable. A couple of months is all I ask! I’m so tired of explaining this over and over, but you still keep on thinking I am being selfish in this matter. I am mentally and emotionally drained every single day! I spent hours in the office, coming home, expecting my boyfriend to be my comfort, but you kept on shouting and cursing at me." Your cup of tea was long forgotten as you trudged along his steps to the living room. "I took a leave for one week, hoping it would make you happy, but it is still not enough for you. I don’t know what you want me to do!"

"No one forced you to take the job, Y/N. You have no right to complain about that. I told you numerous times that I can always support you financially." You grabbed his wrists, tugging on them harshly to make him face you.

"That’s not how it works, Charles! I don’t want you to support me with your money. Just because I want and love this job doesn’t mean I can’t get tired of it. I’m a human with a capability to an extent. I just want you to be there for me when I need you." Charles looked away, hands clenched into a fist, when you started choking back tears.

"I feel like you are more scared to lose your precious job than you are losing me, Y/N. It’s more important than me, isn’t it? Your job." He snickered, his head shaking at how absurd this whole argument was.

"I got fired for leaving abruptly during my meeting because you got into a crash. I stayed with you for days, taking care of you, ignoring every call and text from my boss because you were all I could think about, and I could go insane if I wasn’t by your side, waiting for you to wake up. I had to build my career back up. Yes, this is my dream job, but I would drop everything again for you, and you know that too." You harshly wiped another trail of tears on your cheeks. You just wanted to rip your hair out because he kept on turning this back to you, as if you never sacrificed anything for him.

"Are you trying to blame me because you got fired? Is that what you meant? Y/N, that was on you!" Charles hollered, making you flinch as he pointed his finger at your face.

"That’s not it! If something happened to me and you left your race for me, would you blame me for that? No, you wouldn’t! Because there’s no one to blame! That’s what I—" Your words came to a pause when you saw him simpered. "Are you—Charles, what’s with that smile?" Your grip on his arm tightens to get his attention. "Are you saying you wouldn’t leave your career for me? Charles!" He tried to walk away, and you grabbed his shirt, yanking it. "Don’t just walk away! Answer me!" You pulled on his shirt again. "Charles!"

"Don’t ask me that! You and I are not the same, Y/N. Our career, our way of thinking, it’s just not the same."

It hurt. It hurt because you thought you meant a lot to him. You didn’t even want him to choose either one, but the fact that he acted as if your career and his weren’t on the same level shredded your heart to pieces. It was as if your career were nothing compared to his. Sure, it wasn’t one where people paid thousands to see; it wasn’t a career where you got paid hundreds of thousands, even millions, per year, but he, out of all people, knew how hard you worked for it, so you never expected him to disparage your career in front of your face.

"I don’t think I’m the one being selfish right now." He saw you walk past him into the bedroom with your head dropped. It was your last night before you had to fly back tomorrow, and he had ruined everything again. You had actually planned to bake cookies together just so the two of you could spend more time together for the last night, but the whole apartment is cold now, and there was no other sound except your irregular sob.

He stayed up, placing all those ingredients for cookies that you had arranged on the kitchen counter back to where it was. You were so excited to try the new cookie cutter, and he felt so bad for blowing up again.

"Y/N?"

You tugged on the cover, half hiding your face when you heard him walk in. It might not be as convincing as it was, but you held your sob, trying to control your shoulders from shaking too much, so it seemed as if you were already asleep since you didn’t want to talk to him. Not anymore. You were so tired. You would have packed and left right away if only you could, but you knew he would block your moves, holding you back and you didn’t want that to happen because you would have given in again. What you thought was a bad attempt was still able to convince him that you were asleep.

"Good night." He slanted over and pecked at your cheek before getting under the cover and facing the other way. He knew he didn’t deserve to hug nor touch you after making you cry yourself to sleep.

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Charles woke up, frowning, when a shaft of sunlight sipping through the curtain hit his face. "Baby, the sun is blinding me again." He mumbled and shifted to your side of the bed to hide his face against your neck, but all he could feel was a chilly, cold space. "Baby?" He called out a little louder and still didn’t get any response. "Y/N—" He was stunned when he realised your phone, hair tie, and your stuffs on the dressing table were gone. "Fuck!" The fatigue and drowsiness were gone in a blink as he threw the duvet off, feeling himself getting warm even though the AC was frigid.

"Y/N," He went through every room, and all of your clothes were gone. It was as if you were never here for the whole week. “No, no, no, no.”

Your phone was off when he tried to call, and none of his text messages went through. He even went to the airport because he knew your flight was 4 hours away, and he spent hours walking around to look for you, but to no avail. He would have kept you in his arms if he knew last night would be the last time he saw you.

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"Y/N! How are you? Oh my God!" Carla’s eyes widened. Just like any other day, Carla, Arthur’s girlfriend, would ring you just to update you on your life. You met her years ago when she and Arthur started dating, and ever since then, it had been like having a new baby sister. She was also the only one who knew your new phone number. And like always, you guys would talk for hours about everything, and though she never came here to New York, she was basically familiar with your apartment. This time around, you just didn’t happen to be in the apartment when you picked up the call. You were in the hospital, head wrapped up in a bandage, and your hand was as stiff as a rock from the hand cast. "What happened to you?" She yelled out.

"I got into an accident last night. No, two days ago. It wasn’t that bad, though." She rolled her eyes, finding it hard to believe when you winced from the pain as you tried to play it all cool.

"How did you get into an accident? That looks really bad, Y/N! You should tell Charles!"

Charles. It’s been nearly a month since the last time you left his apartment without confronting him. You remember staring at him that night while he slept, like a creep, thinking if you were making the right choice and decided there was no point staying in a relationship where you and him never see things at the same level. You changed your phone number because you knew he would spam your calls, and you knew the moment you heard his voice, pleading and begging you to forgive him, you would crawl your way back to him.

"No, don’t tell him. You promised me you wouldn’t tell anything to him or Arthur. I don’t know if you can call it an accident, but I lost my balance and fell down the stairs at the office. It wasn’t that bad, but I do need a few stitches on my forehead."

"That’s so bad! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Just so you know, if he finds out that I knew about this and didn’t tell him, you need to back me up. How long do you have to be at the hospital? Are you okay all alone?"

"Yeah! I’m completely fine on my own. I will be discharged tomorrow!" The hand cast was actually quite heavy, and it was hard for you to do things on your own, but you’ll manage.

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"Why are you laughing?"

Clara put her phone away from her face, still giggling at the picture that you sent to her. It was a picture of you trying to make a thumbs up with your broken hand because she wanted proof that you had safely arrived at your apartment.

"Oh, it was Y/N!" She chuckled, turning her phone back to show her boyfriend the picture. "Look!"

Arthur blinked in surprise. He wasn’t expecting that at all. "What happened to her?"

"Oh, um—"

"What’s wrong?" Charles intervened, his eyes now on the couple.

Before Clara could make up a lie, her boyfriend was quick on his act. "Y/N. She was covered in bandages. Is that a bandage? Yeah, it is. Oh, it’s a hand cast." Arthur confirmed it himself after double-checking the picture on his girlfriend’s phone.

"What?" Charles furrowed his brows and took Clara’s phone from her hand. "What happened to her? Why didn’t you tell me about this?"

"She told me not to tell you. But she’s fine! Well, she said she’s fine." Clara stated, seeing how the older guy started heading out with only a few of his stuffs.

"Where are you going?" Arthur asked, chasing after his brother.

"I’m going to see her."

"What? You mean right now?" The younger one yelled out. "Has my brother gone mad?"

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"One second!"

You ran from your room, anticipating another delivery from your window shopping gone wrong, and you ended up with 10 parcels that was supposed to arrive by today.

"Hi! You can just put the box here. I— oh,"

Charles was stunned. You were in a short with an oversized jumper, your hair tied up in a messy bun with your bangs pinned back where he could see the stitches right above your brows.

"Can I—can I come in?" His questioned, dragging you back into reality.

"My house is a mess." That was a bad one. You couldn’t come up with a better excuse, and he was still waiting, evidently disregarding whatever you just said. "Fine, come in. Do you want a drink? Coffee?"

"It’s okay. I’m all good."

"Coffee then." You felt his gaze on the back of your head as you grabbed a mug. The airtight instant coffee jar had to be the most difficult thing to open in one hand, even though you had the front part of your elbow circled around the jar. "Can I just get you water?" His laughter made your cheeks red.

"I’m okay, precious. There’s no need for that." He then marched to stand in front of you, hand cupped on your cheeks as he tilted your head to see the stitches. "What happened?"

"I fell. It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt that much." He was gazing at you, and you could feel the wall you built starting to quiver, so you took a step back.

Charles missed you. He missed you a lot. He knew you would have back away, but it never occurred to him that it would hurt this much to see the woman he loved pull in one’s horns with him. "I—,"

"You can’t do this to me." You cut him off, mumbling with your eyes looking down on your hands. "You can’t come here and touch me, forcing me to fall back and jump on you after the way you treated me."

"I came here to apologise." His voice became a whisper, barely audible to you.

"You have apologised for the million times, but I still got blamed for my career, for choosing to be my own person. Everything I do will always be seen as a selfish act by you. I can never make you happy, Charles."

"You have always made me happy, Y/N. Not my career, not my fame. It was wrong for me to say that, but it wasn’t my intention to disparage your choice, your career, or your life. I know you are not living your life as my girlfriend alone; you have your own dreams. I just got so—" He inhaled, looking away, unable to finish his words.

"Charles.."

He felt your cold hand on his, softly tugging it to get his attention and make him look at you.

"I just— I got so used to having you in my life every second before you moved away.” He pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, trying to hold in his tears. "I got so frustrated because I came home and it was cold. I was so used to hearing your voice the second I stepped into the house, so used to you screaming my name when you greet me as if you haven’t seen me for years. You moved away so sudden, and it felt so lonely. I am happy for you, Y/N. I am so happy when you tell me about your days at work. I fell in love all over again when I saw the way your eyes were glistening when you talked about your new, dream job, but I wanted you to be with me. It just felt so distant. I am the selfish one all this time. I’m sorry."

You were a crying mess. You had never seen him this broken before. When you accepted your job offer email, you were so perturbed that you would have a hard time living thousands of miles away from your boyfriend, but it never once occurred to you that he would get the short end of the stick. Instead of saying anything, you cradled his head against your neck.

Charles’ arms went around your waist as he buried his head in your neck, replenishing his longing to have you in his arms for weeks. It had been so long since he held you, taking all that you were, everything he ever needed.

"It is not a bad thing to not be able to see each other every day." You mumbled, pulling away to cup on his cheeks. "It is sad, of course, but having you to miss is a privilege to me."

"I never want to lose you, Y/N."

"We just need more patience, understanding, and trust, Charles. I need you to understand me." His hands went on your back as you rested your head on his chest.

"Can you give us another chance?" He felt it was impossible to hide the slight quaver in his voice, too anxious for the worst thing to come. "I truly understand if you don’t want to because—"

"I’m staying." You leaned away and beamed, stroking your thumb against his cheek. "As long as you’re trying, we are trying, and I’ll stay. We’ll be fine."

“I know I said it otherwise but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t come running to you if something happened. You are my life, Y/N.” 

You leaned into his hand, drowning yourself with his touch. “We both need to work on our communication skill. You suck at it.” 

He chuckled, pulling you back into his arms. “Yeah, I am so bad it also costs me my happiness.”

“Can you stay here and keep me accompany for a couple of days?” You just couldn’t let him go today so you had to be self-obsessed today if it got him to be with you for at least another day.

“Of course, baby. Though I might need to buy some new clothes because this,” He extended his arms. “This is all I have.”

“You come here with just these?” There wasn’t any luggage, anything that made it seemed as if he were planning to come and visit you.

“Yeah, I came in a rush when I saw the picture you sent to Clara.”

“You are so silly. I only broke my hand!” He laughed along when you lifted up your hand cast, as if it was something normal to break your hand on a random Thursday.

“Only broke your hand? Only? Really, love. You even got stitches.”

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some post wad weekend thoughts...

i just wrote all this on the plane and haven't read it through so apologies for any mistakes

first of all, this weekend was incredible. i usually just kinda sit at home doing not much of anything, and this was a much needed break to actually have some fun. london in general always lifts my spirits but i suppose that danisnotonfire guy contributed a little as well.

guys i think i've met more people the past few days than i otherwise have in years. like. holy shit. i started listing people but i'm petrified i'll forget someone so i chickened out, sorry about that. but you all know who you are. i've met friends i've had for years, people i used to know but haven't spoken to in what feels like a decade, newer friends, and a frankly baffling amount of people i didn't know yet but who told me they've followed me for ages. like holy fuck you guys lmao what the hell??? and i mean did the reaction ever get old no of course it didn't. bad for my ego i'm sure but totally worth it. there's something very amusing and incredibly surreal about being chronically lame in most aspects of life and then suddenly finding yourself in an environment where you're kinda cool???? SO fucking fun oh my god, but also i do kinda feel like i've tricked you all? but hey i'll happily let you keep believing i'm cool, that is more than fine with me.

most importantly though everyone was SO lovely. like i said i don't think i've spoken to this many people in such a short amount of time in years and every single person i talked to was awesome. guys did you know phannies are kind of great... don't tell anyone but, lowkey... everyone is so funny and cool and absolutely insane but in a good way (shoutout everyone left at the gates until the very end, we should probably get some help).

and then lastly of course, mr howell himself. i talk about this a lot i feel like but fuck me that man was born to perform. whether you think he's actually funny or not, nobody can argue he doesn't absolutely thrive on a stage. he plays off the audience so well and he's so very obviously having the time of his fucking life. i'd already seen the show twice before this, and i didn't think anything would top the previous london show but man... the first night he came back out after the show having clearly been tearing up backstage, apologising for being an inconsistent absent parent, and i can't lie the "i had daddy issues and THEN i subscribed to dan howell" got me cause yeah no literally dude, you nailed it, exactly, well done. i think something about doing this show again, his magnum opus as he considers it, now after the dapg return was very special to him. he seems genuinely surprised that so many of us were ready to just jump back in like nothing happened, i don't think he was expecting so many people to still be waiting and it's... man. he comes off so grateful for us all and it's so fucking sweet. and then on the last night, i think that was my favourite, when the show ended and he got the standing ovation and people throwing him flowers.. he was so HAPPY. and clearly overwhelmed with emotion which, i gotta say, there is something honestly kinda funny about daniel howell standing in front of you trying not to cry. like no by all means dude go ahead, please, you've made me cry an endless amount of times it's only fair.

ugh. i'm proud of him or whatever. dick. and i'm proud of our ridiculous fucking community. i'm not sure what 14 year old nora would say if you'd told me i'd still be kicking it in the phandom a decade on, but at almost 25 (fml) i'm so so happy to be here still. you know, we get a bad rep, but i genuinely think as far as fanbases go we're pretty solid. and i love you all so much.

i believe i will have to rob a bank or something because the next time dan and/or phil do a tour i think i'll have to just show up at every date like i'm sorry but this was too good of a high we need to do it again immediately

anyway. back to work 💪

(by which i mean giffing dan and phil. i am still very much unemployed. fr though i'm two whole videos behind this has never happened i feel weird. who am i)

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Cooking Up Love, Chapter 12

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Here 

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, idiots in love, angst

Word Count: ~1800

A/N: It's time for Mega Angst, which means we have 2 more chapters to go until our resolution!

Tag List: @yarrystyleeza @hailey-murdock @mattkinsella @bellaxgiornata @danzer8705 @chezagnes @shouldbestudying41 @thepunisherfrankcastle @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @roseslovedreams

"Hey, Ellison is looking for you," Skyler said on Friday morning. "He said he wanted to talk to you about something."

"Oh, okay, thanks," you replied. 

Skyler eyed you. "Still haven't heard from Chef Hottie?"

You shook your head. "Nope. I tried texting Matt yesterday just to let him know that I'd be emailing a copy of my article to him after Ellison approved it and never got a response."

Skyler frowned. "Well that's shitty."

"Told you he'd ditch you as soon as it was all over," Kelsie said as she walked up. "Although I'm surprised he didn't at least wait until your article came out."

She let out a snide laugh. "He must've really not been into you."

Your heart twisted. After rehashing the events of your blind tasting with Skyler on Tuesday you had allowed yourself a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe , Matt had been genuine with you, but once again Kelsie had come along to squash it.

You swallowed and shook your head. "It really doesn't matter what Chef Murdock thinks of me personally. I'm still going to write the truth about him."

"And that's why you'll be stuck writing puff pieces your entire career." Kelsie shrugged. "Well, I better get busy. James is picking me up early for our weekend away and I don't want to be rushing to get things done last-minute."

Skyler scowled as Kelsie sauntered away. "One day… One day I'm going to go off on her, and I promise you, it won't be pretty."

She turned to you. "You okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm gonna go ahead and go see Ellison. I'll catch up with you later."

You headed towards Ellison's office, knocking on the doorframe when you reached the threshold. "Hey, you wanted to see me?"

Ellison nodded and gestured towards the couch opposite him. "Yeah, take a seat."

Oh, shit. Sitting was never good news. Sitting indicated Serious Conversation that usually resulted in someone getting reprimanded -- or worse.

You swallowed nervously as you sat. "What's up?"

Ellison reached for a stapled set of papers -- papers you recognized as the copy of your article that you had set on his desk Wednesday afternoon and had been waiting for feedback on. "I want to talk to you about your article."

You didn't notice any red markings on it, but you weren't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

A dozen thoughts flew through your mind, none of them good. Did he hate my article and I need to rewrite the entire thing? Am I being reassigned? Did Matt call to complain about me having been unprofessional somehow and that's why I haven't heard from him?

Ellison peered up at you above his glasses. "Remember when I told you not to make me regret agreeing to give you a raise?"

You nodded, your heartbeat quickening. "Uh huh."

"Well…" Ellison grinned at you. "There's a reason I told you that you're my best reporter, and it's because of articles like this."

A wave of relief washed over you. Oh, thank God. "You liked it?"

"Liked it? I loved it." Ellison shook his head. "In fact, I think this is the best article I've read in a very long time."

A slow smile spread across your face. "Really?"

Ellison nodded. "I knew if anyone on staff would be able to get Chef Murdock to open up, it would be you. I feel like I've gotten to know him through your writing -- that bit about him volunteering to cook for the soup kitchen at Clinton Church every Sunday after the restaurant closes? It's almost like I was there with the two of you. The descriptions of the dishes you tried at his restaurant? I could almost taste them myself."

He flipped to the second page. "And that final line? 'Chef Murdock's professionalism, masterful culinary skills, and obvious love and care that he puts into his cooking all combine to create a delicious recipe for success' ? Probably the best closing sentence I've ever read. In fact, I was so blown away by your article that I'm submitting it for consideration in the NYPC's Journalism awards next year. I have a feeling it'll win the Best Feature Reporting category by a landslide."

You were speechless. "I honestly don't know what to say, Mitch. Thank you."

Ellison leaned back in his chair with a grin. "Say you'll remember to thank me in your acceptance speech when you inevitably win."

You nodded. "Absolutely. If I win, you'll be the first person I thank."

"Good. Now, I have an editorial column to write for Restaurant Week so let me get back to it, but I want to tell you again… great job."

You stood. "Thank you, Mitch, truly."

You left Ellison's office, a huge smile on your face.

"You look happy," Skyler said as you passed her in the hallway. "Good meeting?"

You nodded. "The best. Ellison loved my article and said that he was going to nominate it for the Press Club's Journalism awards next year."

Skyler gasped. "You're kidding!"

She wrapped her arms around you in a hug. "Oh my gosh, I'm so happy for you. My best friend, an award-winning journalist!"

You huffed out a laugh as you gave her a quick hug back. "That's the dream, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. I probably won't win." 

Skyler shook her head. "Oh, I'm pretty sure you will. You're an incredible writer."

"Thanks, Sky." You smiled. "I'm gonna go send my article over to Matt. Hopefully he likes it as much as Ellison did."

"Okay. I'm about to head out to go pick up my press pass for that music festival I'm covering this weekend. Did you want me to grab something for you while I'm out?"

You shook your head. "I'm good. Thanks though."

"Okay, I'll see you later then."

You headed back to your desk and pulled up your email, clicking the button to draft a new email and attaching the document with your article from your desktop.

To: [email protected]

Subject: Bulletin Article 

Attachment: Restaurant Week Feature V1.doc

You considered adding a message, but still wasn't sure what you'd say to him besides "I'm sorry", so you left it blank.

You were getting ready to click send when Kelsie walked up to you. "There's a delivery for you downstairs," she said. "You have to go sign for it."

Your brow furrowed. Normally Phil, the Bulletin 's security guard, signed for deliveries and put them in your mailbox. "Oh. Okay."

"And by the way, I'm not your secretary, so next time there's a message for you, someone else can deliver it."

You sighed. "Whatever, Kelsie."

You stood and headed to the elevator, then went down to the first floor.

You frowned as the doors opened and you stepped out to an empty lobby.

You walked over to the security desk. "Phil, did I have a delivery in the past couple of minutes?"

The security guard shook his head. "We had several packages come in, but nothing for you that I know of."

You shrugged. Kelsie must've been mistaken. "Okay, thanks."

You headed back upstairs to your desk and clicked send on your email to Matt.

You sighed. At least that's done.

…So why did you feel uneasy?

Matt was sitting at his computer in his office working on the next week's purchase orders when his computer chimed with a new email alert.

He navigated to his inbox and opened the email, waiting as his voice accessibility feature read out the information.

From: [email protected]

Subject: Bulletin Article

Attachments: (1) Restaurant Week Feature V1.doc

He took a deep breath and opened the attachment, an uneasy feeling forming in the pit of his stomach.

He plugged in his headphones, then hit the keyboard command to start his text-to-speech service.

His heart sank as his computer began to read the article aloud to him. It was full of false information, including completely made-up quotes and scathing reviews of both Daredevil and Matt personally. At least she left what I told her at Fogwell's out of it.

He listened to it twice more, his stomach sinking lower and lower each time.

He was contemplating listening to it yet another time when Foggy walked in. "Hey, Matt, we need to add extra oranges to next week's --"

He paused. "What's wrong?"

Matt sighed. "The Bulletin article."

Foggy stepped fully inside the office. "Oh, you got it?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, and it's just like I thought -- she was using me the whole time."

Foggy placed a hand on the back of Matt's chair as he peered at Matt's computer screen.

He sucked in a breath. " Shit, man, I'm sorry."

Matt shook his head. "I knew it. I knew that she would turn out to be just like Elektra."

His phone began to ring, the repetition of your name twisting the knife into his heart.

He answered, saying your name flatly.

"Matt, hi," you replied. "I was just calling to let you know that I sent you a copy of my article."

"Yeah, I got it." 

"Oh. Okay." You sounded unsure. "Have you read it yet?"

"Oh, yeah, I read it." Matt scoffed. "What, are you expecting me to be happy about it, to say 'thank you?' I knew I shouldn't have trusted you -- all you journalists are exactly alike."

"What?" You sounded confused. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that you used me to make a name for yourself. Always looking for the next big scoop, no matter who you screw over in the process."

"Screw over? Matt, I don't under--"

"I actually thought you cared about me, that maybe you felt--" Matt cut himself off and shook his head. "You know what, don't bother coming by my restaurant ever again -- you're not welcome here."

Before you could say anything else, Matt hung up then threw his phone across the room. "Fuck. "

Foggy placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Matty."

Matt shook his head. "You know, the worst part about all this is that I could feel myself falling for her, Fog. I thought she was different, I thought -- I thought that maybe someday she could be the one."

He sighed. "By the way, I know you meant well and all, but don't ever offer for me to do anything involving a journalist ever again."

Foggy chuckled. "Oh, no danger of that, don't worry."

He patted Matt's shoulder. "Come on, let's finish getting ready. If this article is going to tank us then we're going to make these last few services the best we possibly can."

#lotmf writes #Cooking Up Love Masterlist #Chef!Matt Murdock x Reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt muerdock x you

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In The Name of Love | Chapter 6

Author's note: Since next Monday is Christmas day, I will be posting the chapter that should be up that day on Wednesday, which means that next week you will have new chapters on Wednesday and Thursday 😊 Also sorry about this chapter being a bit meh and on the short side, but I think I am making up for it on the next one 😁 Also, to those of you who are just reading this and don't follow me, happy holidays and merry christmas to those of you who celebrate! 💜

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Good luck tonight! Hopefully it won't rain, because those clouds look so bad… (📸) Also look at the sea. Back home it doesn't get like this  (📸) The food here is just 🤤 (📸) You have fans who aren't teenagers 😱 (📸) I wonder if they'll think I'm one too (📸)

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"And?"

"Nothing yet" I sigh. "This was a good idea, right?"

"It was" Emma says, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze. "Traveling to the other side of the country to watch him play is so romantic!"

"I don't care if it is romantic or not. I just want to explain everything to him and for things to go back to the way they were."

"Who would have thought you would end up missing a teenager's dick, uh?" she laughs.

"I should have brought Silvia with me" I reply, rolling my eyes.

"But sadly, she's too busy with Pau finally being back, so you'll have to deal with me" she smiles.

It's been a month since that stupid engagement party, since Pedri and I had that argument, since I last saw him in person. And I've felt like shit every single day.

I should have been honest with him. I should have opened myself to him, share all my fears. But I couldn't. I was too much of a coward, and because of it, I may have lost the person who managed to finally make me close a chapter of my life. The person that gave me what I needed to finally let go. 

But I'm ready now. I'm ready to tell him everything. And that's why Emma and I are here, though her first plan was a bit stalkery.

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"I just sent him a good luck message before the game and he has left me as read. Again" I sigh. 

"At least you know he hasn't blocked you."

"Yeah, I guess. But I can't keep living this, I have to do something."

"Why don't you just show up at his house and don't leave until he listens to you?"

"I can't do that, Emma. He'll end up calling the police."

"Then why don't you go watch him play at the Camp Nou? Maybe his friends can help you corner him somewhere so you can talk."

"That isn't such a bad idea, you know… Though they are going on international break after tonight's game." 

"Then let's go watch him play with Spain! You could even wear his shirt, I'm sure he would like that. You aren't allergic to that one, are you?"

"I'm not, no" I laugh. "But I don't know where they are playing and when. And there may not be tickets left."

"Then let's find out" she says, taking out her phone and starting to type.

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A couple of hours after that conversation, and mostly thanks to Ferran, we had it all ready. We would be spending the weekend in La Coruña, a city in the West of Spain where the national team is playing, and where, hopefully, I will find a way to convince Pedri to let me explain myself. 

"Is it him?" Emma asks when my phone buzzes.

"Oh my God" I gasp. "It's him, he has replied!" I say, my hand shaking.

"What does he say?"

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Val, what is all that? 

Are those photos real?

Yep

Are you here? 

In La Coruña? 

And wearing my shirt? 😳

I am

Wait a second

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"Emma, he's facetiming me."

"Then pick up!"

"How do I look?"

"For the love of God, Valeria. Who cares? Pick up!"

"Ok" I say, taking a deep breath. "Hello" I smile.

"Show me around."

"What?"

"Show me around, Valeria."

"Don't need to be so rude, Pedro" I say, moving so he can see where I am. Emma and I had sat down on a bench not too far away from the stadium to kill time until we can go inside.

"You are here. You… Why?"

"Well, Emma and I had a free weekend and wanted to disconnect from the kids, we saw an ad about the game, we had never been to La Coruña, and we said, why not?" I shrug.

"Let's go disconnect from the kids by watching other kids play" Pedri chuckles.

"Asensio isn't a kid."

"Then why are you wearing my shirt?" he asks, arching an eyebrow.

"It was the only one left in the shop" I shrug again.

"Sure" he laughs.

"It was yours or Morata's, and you know how I feel about him."

"I do, yes" he laughs again. God, I had missed hearing him laugh. "Anyway, I gotta go, we are leaving the hotel now."

"Ok."

"Thank you for coming to the game."

"Of course" I smile. But he doesn't. He's gone serious again.

"Bye, Valeria."

"Bye" I say before he hangs up.

"That went well, didn't it?" Emma says.

"Did it?" I sigh.

"It did! You had a little moment there, so there still is hope."

"I guess, but he kept calling me Valeria and… Wait" I say when my phone buzzes again.

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Don't forget to send me your good luck text. 

It is the last thing I always read before warm up

I won't. I promise 😊

❤️

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"See? There still is hope!" Emma says, grabbing my arm and squeezing it. She's actually hurting me, but I don't care.

Because there still is hope.

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri fanfic #pedri gonzalez fanfic #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[ohtobeleah]

Leah hi!! I have a request for your strictly scandalous weekend. Bob having scandalous photos of you in his room on base. Maybe ur like the female version of Bob so when someone like Hangman finds them the reaction is shocking.

Listen. Bobs a little bit of an amature photographer. His specialty? His girl in any aspect of life. His work colleagues and friends had fallen victim time and time again to photos he'd taken of you in sunsets or with you snowboarding. They'd seen you posing in sunflower fields and pumpkin patches. Roosters favorite had been the one where Bob had taken a photo of your silhouette in front of the lit up christmas tree– something about it gave him family vibes. And everyone knew Rooster was very much a family man at heart.

“Where did he say they were again?” Coyote is asking as he's rummaging through Bob's belongings, scattering his stuff absentmindedly looking for Bob's spare glasses. “They aren't in here man, I'm telling you.

“Oh. My. God.” Hangman's hunched over Bob's bedside table. A radiant shit eating grin plastered across his face as he picks up the pile of polaroids. “Hey Coyote, come take a look at these.” Hangman had a callsign he liked to call you. He knew it got under Bob’s skin like no tomorrow. Jake Seresin always without fail called you Vee.

V for Virgin.

He liked to joke that you'd never looked like you’d touched a man in your life. Too pure, too innocent. Even after marriage Jake thought you’d probably wait a while until you were ready to procreate. That's how much Jake Seresin was convinced you were one hundred percent a virgin. And with that you were the perfect fit for good old back seater Bob.

“Holy shit is that Vee?” Coyote audibly gasped as he snatched the polaroids from Hangman's grasp. “No way!”

Bob had been holding out on show and tell. If he’d offered to show Hangman photos of you in all kinds of exposing poses and lingerie that made you look absolutely delectable he never would have shrugged the weapons system officer off.

“What a little minx.” Hangman practically drooled as he snatched the polaroids back. Flicking though them as he felt himself pitching a fucking tent in his flightsuit. “Holy fourth of July Coyote look at this one.” Hangman singled out a particular image. It was you, fully exposed in the shower– using the pressure of the detachable head to get yourself off. Bob had a habit of dating his photographs. Flipping it over Jake noted that it had been taken just four days ago. “That's the mens changing room isn't it?”

“There's no way Floyds been sneaking his girl in the men's showers and none of us have noticed.”

“Check this one out” Jake's jaw was practically crashing through the floor as he held back a primal groan. He was hard, dangerously hard. The polaroid in question was of you down on your knees, a mouth full of Bob's cock, your eyes were looking directly into whoever soul would be looking at the photograph. Jake was the person in question. “Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?”

“I feel like we shouldn't be looking at these man–”

“Looking at what?” Coyote nearly hit the roof with the way your voice had made him jump. Clenching at his heart as Jake pocketed the stash of polaroids in his top pocket. Turning around with eyes as wide as a dear that had been caught in approaching headlights. “What are you guys doing in Bob's room?” It was your day off. You'd just come out of your dorm to grab some coffee when you were walking past and saw Bob’s bedroom door open. “And why do you both look like I've just caught you with your hands down your pants?”

“We’re looking for Bob’s spare glasses, his broke.” Jake beamed your way, he couldn't not see you down on your knees for him no matter how hard he tried.

“Well, they're in here–” You sauntered into your boyfriend's room, heading for the medicine cabinet in his bathroom. Coyote slapped Jake's chest when you had your back turned, mouthing something about putting the polaroids back where he found them. But Jake wasn't listening, he was too busy watching what he could only assume was Bob's shirt lifting just high enough for the curve of your ass to show.

“No underwear huh?” Jake couldn't spot himself as he spoke. “A noble endeavor I fully support” Shutting the medicine cabinet as you turned around with a frown– he didn't just say that did he?

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me Vee, you’re walking around the dorms with no underwear on.'' A lingering silence filled the room as Coyote shook his head. This isn't happening, Jake wasn't hitting on Bob's girlfriend and he certainly wasn't sporting a semi over those polaroids. “An endeavor I am one hundred percent in support of.”

“I'm wearing underwear, you imbecile.” You just shook him off, not waiting to entertain whatever situation Hangman was trying to set up. “Here's Bob’s glasses.” throwing them Coyote's way, he used that as an excuse to get the hell out of dodge before Jake had a chance to drag him to the depths of hell with him. Stepping around you with pressed lips, before making his way down the hall. “I’m gonna go grab a coffee, whatever you were doing in here besides looking for Bobs glasses end now Bagman.”

“I was just leaving Vee–” Hangman was hiding something, you just didn't know what. Regardless, you didn't have the time nor energy to deal with his shit today. Turning on your heels, you didn't see the way Jake adjusted himself before he walked out of Bob's room.

A pocket full of polaroids he was surely going to use later.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* Jake was in the middle of what was the best masturbating session he’d had in a while. He had the lotion out, tissues ready and a whole bunch of seductive polaroids of you that were just doing everything for him. Especially the one he had his attention on now–the one with your legs spread wide. Two fingers buried knuckle deep in your pussy. The other wrapped around your own throat as your jaw slacked. Posing pretty for your photographer– Bob.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* “Hangman! I know you're in there, I can smell you from here!” Bobs doing his best to bang down Jake's door. So much anger raging through his veins. *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* “Seresin open the door!!” Bob went to pound his first against the wooden door one more time but Jake had opened it. Standing before Bob in his boxer briefs as Bob stood before Jake in his.

“Can’t this wait till morning? I'm busy!” Bobs pushing past into Jake's room.

“Where are they–”

“Where's what?”

“My polaroids man, you took the polaroids from my bedside drawer!”

“Polaroids of who huh?” Jake smirked. “Vee?” Taking steps towards where Bob had finally found the polaroid scattered on the floor besides Jake's bed. “Gotta say, im so happy you decided to stick with this amature photography bullshit, because that girl? Man, does she have some talent and you captured it expertly.”

“Watch your goddamn mouth!” Bob hissed as he collected the pictures he'd taken of you. They were all supposed to be for him and only him. “Be grateful I didn't tell Y/n or else she’d–”

“She’d what? Stuff her face with my dick like she did with yours?” Jake wasn't holding back. “Or would she ride me and let me take horny little pictures of her squeezing her tits?” Bob tried his best to keep a level head as Jake kept going. “Or will she finger herself while she chokes herself out, I mean–”

“I'm not listening to this crap.” Bob clenched his jaw, holding back every urge to just give Jake one right across the jaw. But instead he settled for peace. “You do something like this again and I'll kill you, you got that?” Eyeing each other off Jake took a risky shot. Gripping the back seater by his bicep before he had a chance to walk out of his room.

“I've got a better idea.” A better idea Jake truly did have.

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#Strictlyscandalous // Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

#strictly scandalous // topgun #strictly scandalous // jake ‘hangman’ seresin #strictly scandalous // robert 'bob' floyd #top gun hangman #top gun bob

[rinnsdiaries]

14:30

🐧Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x black reader

🐧Summary: teasing Katsuki leads to a punishment

🐧Warnings: cursing, spanking, oral (fem rec) vaginal sex

🐧Word Count: 1500

A/N: Hi! welcome and thanks for reading! so this is the first time I'm publishing any of my work so please don't hesitate to let me know what you think in the comments. I take requests so feel free to request something

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“fuck” you cry out as Katsuki’s large palm makes contact with you ass

“Count” he orders, voice strong and commanding. His hand makes contact with your left ass cheek, and you know from the strength of the first hit that it’s only going to get harder and harder.

“t-two” you stutter out, mentally preparing yourself for when you finally get to ten. You feel his hand make contact with your ass again and you groan out, the slight sting where

“three” you whine, you’re barely able get the word out when you feel his hand lands two more hard slaps on each cheek.

“fuck!” you groan, “four, shit four” you mumble out, ready for the last few hits because you know after you finish your punishment that your finally going to get what you misbehaved all evening for. 

his cock

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The gang had all come over for dinner and Katsuki made you promise you’d be on your best behavior, because lately the two of you had been going at it like bunnies, you couldn’t help it, its not your fault he looked so fucking sexy in his hero costume.

And pair that with the fact that he’s got a 3 day weekend. Oh god

For the last two days the two of you have done nothing but fuck and eat, since he had a little mini break until he had to go back to work the two of you figured to that having sex constantly would be a good use of the time.

But you and Katsuki had invited the bakugang over for dinner at your house and so he made you promise that you’d wait till everyone left to try anything. He even fucked you about thirty minutes before the guys showed up, bending you over the table and pounding ruthlessly into you as he whispered how much he loved your tight pussy, while rubbing hard, fast circles on your clit.

But the promise didn’t last long because as soon as all of you sat down your hand found his lower thigh, he didn’t think much of it in the beginning because the two of you were always innocently touching each other, but as your hand continued to travel further and further up he knew whatever it was you were about to do would be considered innocent.

He grabs your hand before it could reach his dick and places it back in your own lap, sending a warning glare in your direction, but you just smiled back at him as if what you were doing was completely innocent.

As you all begin to eat dinner your advances seemed to have stopped, at least that’s what Katsuki thought, but a few minutes into dinner your hand returns to its previous spot on his thigh, handing slowly inching closer and closer to his dick.

He almost chokes when your hand find the outline of his hardening member and you grasp it tightly, he fakes a cough as everyone’s head turns toward him, yours included. He almost rolls his eyes at the fake look of concern on your face as you remove your hand from his cock and begin to lightly pat his back.

“are you okay?” you ask softly, and he just nods before everyone turns their attention back to the food in front of them.

 Clearly his glares weren’t working so instead he leans over and whispers in your ear. “you better stop it, because the longer you keep this up the worse your punishment becomes” he says, voice practically a growl and you have bite the inside of your cheek to keep from moaning out loud.

 You absolutely loved your punishments, especially getting spanked, the way your ass would be sore, and it’d hurt to sit down for a couple of days was most definitely worth it.

For the rest of dinner your torment to his now rock-hard cock continued, you would go from rubbing it softly over his pants to sticking your hand inside the waistband and stroking him.

But if that wasn’t bad enough he watches as you gather his precum on the tips of your fingers and slowly suck them into your mouth. his eyes widen and his lips part, tongue sticking out to wet his lips.

 He looks around at the other people sitting at the table trying to make sure nobody just saw what you did. When he turns his attention back to you, your swirling your tongue around you fingers and he has to fake another cough to stop from groaning. God how were you so fucking hot?

After dinner had ended and you all said your goodbyes, Katsuki had barely waited until the front door closed all the way before pushing you up against the wall, hand finding your throat and applying a little pressure, he knew you liked being choked.

“You think your funny don’t you? You couldn’t even wait a couple of hours?” he asks but instead of waiting for a response his mouth is on yours. He grabs the back of your thighs and signals for you to jump, which you do. His hand finds your ass and he lands a hard slap to one of the cheeks. He leads you into the bedroom and tosses you on the bed

“Strip” he commands and your quick to get off the bed, hands finding the bottom of your shirt ready to pull it up when he holds a handout to stop you “slowly” he says, taking a seat on the bed as he watches you strip out of your clothes.

Turning to face him you begin taking off your shirt, flinging it somewhere in the room, your bra soon following.

You turn around with your back facing Katsuki bending down as take off the pants you were wearing, your underwear coming off too, seductively wiggling your ass a bit as he groans.

When your finally naked, he pulls you down over his lap, ass in the air as you wait excitedly for him to begin.

~

The last hit is always the hardest, his hand comes down fast and hard  “ten!” you scream out, pussy soaking wet, your slick dripping down onto the sheets beneath you.

Katsuki gently massages your now red ass cheeks as he tells you how good you did, how proud of you he is. You turn around and lay on your back, wincing when your ass makes contact with the bed, you slowly look up at him, noticing the way his dick is rock hard, still confined by his jeans.

Before you even have time to take your eyes away from the bulge in his pants, he’s quickly pulling your legs apart, causing you to let out a gasp at the suddenness. Within seconds his head in between your legs and his tongue is licking a long strip up your slit.

“fuckk, Kats” you groan out, hands instantly finding his hair and tugging on it, as your back arches off of the bed.

His tongue continues to lap up your juices before his lips wrap your clit and he sucks hard, tongue swirling around the bud.

Two thick fingers are being pushed inside you walls, and your still stretched out from earlier so he begins thrusting them in fast, quickly setting a pace.

After a few minutes of him ruthlessly finger fucking your poor cunt, he pulls his fingers out and you whine at the sudden emptiness, but it doesn’t last long because he’s quickly thrusting his cock into you.

You’re not even sure when he took his pants off but you don’t have much time to dwell on it because the delicious drag of his cock inside your gummy walls is enough to have your mind going cloudy, your only thoughts about just how good his dick feels inside of you.

He barely gives you any time to adjust before he’s roughly thrusting into you. Loud moans fall from your lips and he bends down and places his lips on yours.

A few minutes later and you already feel the familiar tightening in your stomach, clenching tightly around him as your orgasm approaches.

“You gonna cum already?” he asks as he feels you clenching tightly around him, all you can do is nod. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip and you suck it into your mouth without hesitation.

His thumb finds your clit and begins rubbing fast circles. “cum for me” he says and his tone is enough to send you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you. He follows soon after, spilling inside of you, coating your walls in your favorite shade of white.

The two of you lay there for a few minutes before he gets up and heads toward the bathroom. He returns a few minutes later and gently picks you up walking you in the bathroom and sitting you down on the counter.

He finishes running the bath and tosses your favorite bath bomb inside, he gets you settled inside and sits behind you as he begins to gently massage your shoulders, placing soft kisses on your neck and whispering how much he loves you in your ear.

#my hero acedamia #my hero fanfic #my hero smut #bnha #bhna x you #bnha smut #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo fic #katsuki bakugo mha #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsukibakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bakugo smut #bakugo katuski

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Sleepover at Regina George's house

after school Regina invited you to her house for a sleepover, the weekend was approaching so you figured why the hell not your parents wouldn't really give a damn anyway. You were definitely feeling her and she was feeling you. Upon approaching regina and the girls she dismissed them and told them to respectfully fuck off and leave with whoever else to see them later. She hopped in the pink jeep and turned to look at you. "get in loser". She smirked. You hopped inside and road home with her. Your type of course was veeeery layed back. You wore slides, grey sweats, an oversized hoodie and a beanie almost everyday. But what caught her eye was the pink and black outfit you had on that day. Pink oversized hoodie with a black beanie and black sweats with pink slides. The hoodie read Barbies bitch across the front so you can see why it attracted her. "so Jaden is it"? She asked. "wassup"? You asked. "how long have you been going to this school? She asked curiously, quite literally speeding home. "about a couple months now. Was a transfer. Why"? You asked. She shook her head and shrugged softly. "well shit it's not like your not the hottest fucking living creature roaming the halls in school. I mean you literally talk to no one, sit with no one. It's like you just carry yourself." She said. "yuh, I mean I'm chillin". You said smiling softly. She knew off the bat you were a stoner and she had a plan. Pulling into her driveway she took you with her upstairs and set the mood with some chill music and turned the lights off turning the LEDs she got for Christmas on. A soft pink color cascaded the room and you immediately lit a pre-rolled blunt from your pocket. "you don't mind if I hit this do you"? You asked. She bit her lip and shook her head. You inhaled taking a huge hit and let it sit for a while until finally you exhaled and blew the smoke out your nose, merely inches away from Regina's face. "oh hey". You said softly. "hey". She said. Your eyes trailed down from her eyes to her lips and she got the message fairly quickly. She placed a soft kiss on your lips softly biting your bottom lip and letting a moan slip through her throat first. You were so high to figure out what was going on but let her do her thing. You put your hands on her waist letting her take control to see where things could potentially go. "Jaden you are so fuckin hot you know that daddy"? She said straddling your lap. Smirking softly to yourself you tugged the bottom of her shirt and she let you take it off of her. Taking another hit of the blunt and carefully putting it back onto the ashtray you pulled her closer to you and softly needed at her beautiful round boobs, sucking on her already hard nipples letting them go with a pop. "fuck J" she moaned. You stood up with her on your lap turning around to lay her down on the bed. "wait. Don't move". She said. "lemme look at you". She said biting her lip. You slowly began removing your hoodie, then taking off your slides kicking them aside softly. Seeing her eye you like her favorite toy only coaxed you more and more. Getting to your sweats she stopped you only for her to replace your hands with hers. "this right here, this is mine" she said purring. She slowly pulled down your sweats taking you in her hand and giving you a firm tug. You were so high all you could feel was a wave of warmth rush over you. You softly moaned and whimpered as she strokes you getting you hard enough for you to put it down on her just like she wants it. "are you ready baby"? She asked. You nodded and climbed on top of her giving back the kiss she gave you the first time. "please". She whispered. You slid inside of her with ease, vision going blurry, head filling with clouded thoughts but clear enough to see. She trailed her hands all the way down your torso to your ass. "oh my god". She moaned. You started off slow and sensual, wanting her to feel all of you. You didn't ever want her to forget any of this. She leaned in close to whisper in your ear. "take me however you want me baby".

#mean girls 2024 #regina george #renee rapp

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THAT SENT TOO EARLY SEBIWBW7DB HELLO, CAKE, im invading your inbox to request a smol blurb of re6 Leon and fem! Reader where reader is a rookie and Leon is vv protective of them and when Leon thinks reader is accidentally killed but turns out to be okay, he kisses her or sumn idk im blushingbsjwbwebeu

HAHAHAHA HI LYN and oh shit oh my fucking god u H- You're an amazing writer I've been saying that since I first met you (Eros Trials bby godDAMN) so for you to send me an ask that's also RE6 Leon? AAAAA I'M DEADASS GOING TO PASS AWAY 😭 but I'm gonna try my best so here we go!

In the DSO, Leon is known as one of the best agents who gets his business done with complete professionalism, not without some slight snark on the side of course.

He's also kind of your bodyguard of some sort.

He still has no damn clue how you did it, though. After all, you're just a rookie who happened to take a shine to him. Following him around like a lost puppy that's so young, and bright, and eager to try your best. It's like looking at himself in his rookie years. Ok, sure he'll offer some sagely advice in the hopes you don't turn out like him.

And sure he'll accept your company, it's greatly appreciated on the days when work was slow anyways- maybe he'll wait a little until he knows it's you coming. Listening to the sound of your heels lightly tapping the floor along with your voice softly singing whatever tune is stuck in your head that day. But he never meant to get this attached.

Now it's meeting up for coffee on weekends just to chat about everything and nothing all at once. Now it's him stepping in as your shield when other co-workers try to shake you up just because you're the newbie. Now it's his heart stopping because he just watched your body fall limp.

"Y/N!"

God, why did he have to get so attached?

It was your first mission out in the field. You, Leon, and Helena just landed in China- more like crashed. Where you met up with Agent Sherry Birkin and Jake Muller. You've heard about Sherry before and was already aware of her and Leon's history as survivors of Raccoon City. Jake was new though, would've liked a more proper introduction if not for the sudden appearance of the Ustanok.

The behemoth had downed Helena and would've most definitely killed her if you didn't act fast. Before your brain could scream that this probably wouldn't be a wise choice, you gunned for it. Quickly climbing up it's back you start shooting, stabbing, kicking, anything that would buy her some time. It did work, a little too well. Helena managed to clear off but you weren't so lucky when the Ustanok grabs you and tosses you like you weighed nothing more than a bag of bread.

Your world blurs with the sudden velocity, everything too loud to focus on as the wind rushes past your ears, until your back harshly meets one of the shipping containers with a loud bang. Delivering you a stark contrast of sudden silence and darkness.

It's unclear how long you stayed like that until a deep, frantic voice pierces your unconscious veil. "Come on baby girl, get up..." Your body moves but you can't tell where or from what. "Don't do this to me- please!"

Your eyes flutter open with a groan as your hand comes up to hold your aching head, "Did anyone catch the number on that truck?" You weakly ask. Vision focusing on a familiar pair of deep, fear ridden, gorgeous blue eyes shrouded in shiny golden locks.

It sinks in now how close Leon is to you. You can feel his body heat as he holds your smaller frame snuggly against him. Shielding you once again but so much closer than normal. You're worried he's gonna be mad about your stunt and yell at you so you try to soften the blow with a timid, "I'm sorry."

What you get in response instead, is the agent's shoulders loosening up with a sigh of relief then-

Pure plush warmth and spearmint.

You don't get a chance to register or reciprocate the small, but passionate, kiss Leon lays to your lips before he's pulling away as gently as he gave it to you. Leaving you rather dumbfounded but holy FUCK are you fully awake now.

"Did you just...?" You start, hoping he'll answer for you. What you receive instead is Leon's usual little smirk as he stands up and offers a hand to help you up. "Maybe, but you mind holding that thought until we get out of this?"

You giggle and accept, letting him pull you up to your feet with ease and follow him back into the fray.

Your giddy little smile matching his.

#I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭 #time management and I don't get along #but I hope you enjoy! <3 #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 6 #re6 leon #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n

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Contention - pt. 2

[2.6k words/<10min. read - Skz! Love Triangle, Non-Idol!AU - Personal Assistant!Seungmin x Female Reader, NSFW/Smut - Arranged Courting, Developing Feelings, Dirty Secrets, All the Taboo Thrill of Infidelity Without Actually Cheating Because You Aren’t Even Together, Fancy Lingerie, Misguided Coping by way of Seduction, Seungmin is Possibly the Goodest Boy (For Now), Goodness Hyunjin Drinks a Lot, Exorcising my Seungmin and Hyunjin Brain Rot One Fic at a Time]

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Tuesday, 11:29am 

Week 6 of 24

If Hyunjin knew there was something going on between you two, he didn’t show it. Honestly, he probably didn’t care. 

And it wasn’t as though you were even trying to be careful. That first day, a couple weeks ago, back in the kitchen, Seungmin’s glasses had still laid on the floor where you’d knocked them off. Hyunjin almost stepped on them for god’s sake.

No, there was no way that Hyunjin didn’t know. 

And Seungmin must’ve been thinking the same thing, because he was fighting like crazy to keep it from ever happening again. Touching you, that is. Forget about another kiss. Seungmin didn’t want to end up near you as long as it was feasible. 

First there was two weeks ago, the Monday night after your little meet-up in the kitchen. You were trying pretty hard to not be obvious, lounging on the balcony while you surreptitiously watched the two talk about work over a football match on tv. This was your first time truly taking him in after you’d spent the past month mourning Hyunjin’s disinterest. The personal assistant simply carried himself in an attractive way. Hyunjin seemed to effortlessly drift between standing out and blending in, like gold accents of a painting. Seungmin, however, resided in any space he entered. He practically owned the ground he walked on. He was lighthearted and he was professional. He could be boisterously funny or cordially assertive. You liked the way he hid behind his glasses. 

Your interest had been piqued when Seungmin got up from the couch. He first brought Hyunjin a beer. 

Then he'd brought you a drink, too. 

He had softly slid the glass door closed behind him, but he hesitated. 

You'd waited. 

“That was fun yesterday.” 

Seungmin's voice had been hushed, metered as though Hyunjin could hear him over the television. As though Hyunjin would care. 

“It was,” you agreed. 

“But it shouldn't happen again,” he added. 

You’d nodded in return. “No, it shouldn't.” 

Despite this, you felt Seungmin's eyes on you the next three times he was at the penthouse until that weekend. 

Almost a week ago by now. 

The two of them were obvious before the elevator even chimed. It was eleven o’clock at night and you could hear them bickering, from inside the penthouse. 

“Oh my go-od, Seungmi’, I'm exhausted; can’t I just take a nap?!” 

Hyunjin, slurring. 

“Holy shit, just another minute, okay?! Fuck, you're already heavy as is.”

Seungmin, negotiating. 

“Jus’... Jus’ a little nap, I promise–”

“Hyung, no no no – fuck.”

Seungmin had guided a peacefully sleepy Hyunjin in through the private elevator, the poor heir practically out cold before he even got past the entryway. When Seungmin nearly dropped him, you ran over, getting the lagging half of his body slung over your shoulder. This was the closest you'd been to Hyunjin since you had moved in. The two of you successfully dumped him onto his bed and you watched Seungmin take the older’s shoes off. 

He was almost surprised to see you lingering in the hall. You were barefoot, in only your pajamas. 

“I should get going,” he’d murmured when he met you outside Hyunjin's bedroom.

The way you were standing, with your back to the wall, Seungmin's height almost caged you in when he approached. “I wish I could go with you,” you'd admitted. 

“Me, too,” he had nodded. “Goodnight.”

He hesitated, not helping the wheels turning in your head, the desire churning in your gut.

And maybe you were getting selfish. Maybe you wanted to make sure that someone in the penthouse saw any value in you, and maybe you wanted to see if Seungmin had meant it when he said that there shouldn’t be a repeat of that afternoon in the kitchen, for both your sakes.

Seungmin didn’t stop you when gently grabbed onto the collar of his buttoned shirt. His neck had a faint sheen of sweat from his night out with Hyunjin. And there was no resistance when you reeled him in close, no hesitation when you leaned your chin up to kiss him again. Instead, the opposite: you grabbed, so he did the same. It took a few moments for Seungmin’s common sense to return, really, and you already covered plenty of ground in that time. By then, Seungmin had you pressed up against the wall in the hallway, heavily kissing you back until he realized he shouldn’t be. 

But his attempts at stopping didn’t involve him actually stopping. Instead, Seungmin’s hands had tried to gently peel yours off of his waist, unwrap your arms from around his neck, stop your hips from pressing into his, all without ever taking his lips off your or loosening the way his tongue was hungrily wrapped around your own. It wasn’t until he gathered your wrists in his hands and restrained them, over your head and against the wall, that he finally came up for air. He had been panting, taking in the accomplishment of having you pinned in the hallway.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he’d tried to reason with you.

You loved the way he kept getting distracted by the sight of your chest heaving for breath. “Then we’ll stop,” you simply replied.

Seungmin was clearly conflicted about this. His eyes were glued to your lips, your chest, but it was when he met your gaze challenging him in the middle of the night, that’s when he backslid even more. Now, when you’d resumed desperately making out, you had his searching, desiring hands to contend with. He released you where he’d had you pinned, and now he was tempting the idea of making this much, much worse with how he touched you. His strong hands on your waist, your breasts, your hips, he was gentle but needy with how he squeezed and felt you. And touch led to touch, inevitably, when you’d brazenly brushed a hand over his hardness for the first time. Seungmin had buckled at the knees a little, falling against you and even more when you began to kiss his neck. He had flinched, your lips and breath tickling his jugular, and now that he had gotten even more lost in the moment, you decided to let yourself get a little lost, too.

He’d been surprised, like he’d been caught dropping his guard when you pressed a hand to his chest, making it easy to turn him and make him take your place. You didn’t realize it at the time, but you were about to cross another point of no return when you’d pressed him into the wall and played with his belt buckle. Seungmin had held his breath, watching for your next move when you worked the belt open, along with his slacks. His breathing went ragged, his eyes closed when you kissed his lips, his neck, his chest, working your way down to your knees in the hallway. The first time you’d massaged his bared length in your hand, his moan had sounded like it’d been building in his chest. His hands were balled into fists against the wall, like he was aware he was already in enough trouble as is.

“Seungmin,” you’d cooed for him, getting his attention. When he let himself meet your eye, that was when you had your first taste of him.

He’d exhaled the most emphatic groan at the sensation, melting into the wall and never taking his eyes off you while you worked him over, teasing and licking and sucking–

–until there was activity in Hyunjin’s bedroom.

Still open and illuminated behind you.

You were both deer in headlights.

“Seungmin,” Hyunjin called, still hardly conscious. A sickening gurgle could be heard from his room. “Where’d you – oh fuck –”

And Seungmin, dutifully, had already been stuffing himself back in his slacks and sprinting back into Hyunjin’s room to haul his drunken ass to the en suite.

No one was there to register you slamming your door for the night.

That’d been a little over a week ago. Hyunjin clearly didn’t know or care about this encounter, either. Since then, however, whether it was out of shame or really trying to preserve both of your livelihoods (or at least his own), Seungmin didn’t allow himself to be anywhere near you for more than a few seconds, even with Hyunjin there. It hurt, to be honest. You knew how badly Seungmin wanted you, but instead of talking it out, he was simply trying to keep you out of arm’s reach. Now you were a little bitter on top of your cabin fever, on top of your boredom. 

To keep yourself entertained lately, you’d been perusing the contents of Hyunjin’s home office while he was out. For such a high-profile man, he kept all his passwords written in a notebook stored in an unlocked drawer of his desk. You had everything: his reports, his projects, his contracts… and his calendar. And today was shaping up to be interesting. Hyunjin had a lunch meeting at noon, but the exact outlines, addendums, and drafts he would be needing were right here, left at the penthouse. Someone would have to come back for them, and you had a good idea who it’d be. All you had to do was change clothes. 

When Seungmin came rushing in through the elevator, you had to admit you set him up for failure. He swung open the door to Hyunjin’s office, only to find you reclined in the plush chair at his desk, feet propped up on the desk. Creepy in retrospect, Mrs. Hwang had supplied a filled closet for you, including some of the most luxurious lingerie you’d ever felt or worn in your life. The ensemble you set your trap with wasn’t anything too salacious; it was a delicate teddy comprised of sheer lace and a frivolously flowy robe. A pair of strappy high heels you paired with the outfit were currently set upon the portfolio that Seungmin would be needing to retrieve.

He was a little dumbstruck, taking in the doomed tableau from the doorway.

And he tried to be curt about it, wordlessly walking up and gently lifting your feet by the ankles to retrieve the portfolio. He set your feet back down on the desk and flipped through the contents of the handsome leather folio, but noticed something was missing. His hurried gaze snapped to the contracts in your hand. When he tried to silently lean forward to grab them, you staunchly pressed the sole of your high heel into his chest.

“I should get going,” Seungmin tried to tell you.

“That’s what you said last time,” you retorted.

“I don’t know why you’re making this harder for us,” he argued back. When he reached for the contracts again, you flicked your wrist back to keep them out of reach.

“Because I like you,” you shrugged. “I like you, and I’m going crazy staying inside.”

“Then go to the roof and go for a swim,” disputed Seungmin. His hand shot out for the contracts again, but this time you ducked out of the way and out of the chair altogether. Seungmin crowded you where you leaned back over the desk until you were sitting on top of it, still playing a good game of keep-away until you managed to strategically toss the contracts back under the desk. When Seungmin scrambled for them and came back up, he found himself level with your lace-clad heat between your spread knees on the desk. He paused, obviously considering this. There was a solid argument to be made for denying you, you knew. 

But Seungmin, once again, against his better judgment, decided to feel good with you instead. He dropped the contracts and instead draped your thighs over his shoulders while he took his sweet time getting a first taste of you. First it was his lips ghosting over your wetness through your panties, and then his tongue doing the same before his long fingers carefully pulled the fragile lace aside so he could actually lick your clit in full. You nearly collapsed back on the desk, but you didn’t have to worry about lasting long. Seungmin licked you, deep and intentionally, moaning at the feel of you writhing against his tongue, but it seemed he just wanted a sample, wanted to see how wet you were before he got back up to his feet. Now those same fingers dipped inside you, stretching you open so you could take him. He’d already opened his belt and suit pants again, not even bothering with his necktie or suit jacket when he was massaging his aching erection for you. 

“Is this what you wanted?” he sweetly teased, nudging the smooth head of his cock into your wetness.

“Yes,” you panted, hoping to grind more of him into you from where you sat on Hyunjin’s desk. When that proved fruitless, you grabbed onto his necktie and reeled him in closer. 

You both shivered and sighed in unison the first time your heat enveloped his hardness, clutching onto each other with desperate hands. Seungmin’s hand gently wrapped around the back of your neck to get leverage and kiss you when he finally, thankfully fucked you. His hot breath accompanied his tongue between your parted lips, his rough thrusts rocking the sturdy desk underneath you. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned in your ear, “I’ve wanted this so bad.”

“Tell me, Seungmin,” you begged, “tell me what you’ve been thinking.”

Seungmin almost lost it when you cried out, having apparently found a good angle to hit your sweet spot. “I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks,” he admitted, “ever since I kissed you that first time, all I’ve wanted to do is fuck you, make love to you, whatever you’d let me do.”

This was, by far, the most reckless thing you'd done in this house, with Seungmin wrapping your spread legs around him while he fucked you on Hyunjin's desk. You whined and whimpered from the way he gave in, his downy soft kisses contrasting with the way his hips snapped against you until he laid you back, opening you up so he had a chance to rub your clit, too. His unoccupied hand freed your cleavage from your tempting outfit, giving him the opportunity to tease and grope you along with a gorgeous view of the way you were taking him so well. 

“God, look at you,” he moaned, “you’re gonna make me–!”

“Good,” you urged, “finish with me–”

The two of you ramped up fast towards a blissfulcrescendo. Seungmin leaned in close, insisting on kissing you again when you finally unraveled for him. And he was right behind you, too, his hands clawing into your hips and cursing gruffly when he spilled inside you, filling you to the brim. 

You were both boneless, breathless, collapsed together on Hyunjin’s desk in a trembling heap while you thought about what just happened. 

This was, again, growing more complicated by the day. 

Seungmin wrapped an arm around you to help sit you up but he remained inside you, still lazily thrusting while you lucidly peppered his face with kisses. His glasses, adorably, were smudged and fogged, and you slipped them off, getting a good look at him before kissing him again, when something startled both of you. 

“Seungmin, we needed to leave ten minutes ago at the latest, what the fuck are you do–”

Neither of you’d heard the elevator. 

You both froze, craning to see your de facto roommate staring at you from the doorway. 

Maybe Hyunjin didn't know about you two.

#kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x you #kim seungmin x y/n #kim seungmin smut #kim seungmin fanfic #what's this i'm actually continuing series that aren't the scifi nonsense passion project??? #haha you have a crush on kim seungmin 😔

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Away from home - chapter 7

Y/N is an actress, filming for her first lead role in the film adaptation of her favourite childhood book, produced by maximum effort.

She bonds with Ryan Reynolds over their share Love of the Korean pop band Stray Kids, and he has a surprise for her.

When she starts missing home and the darkness creeps upon her, her hotel neighbour comes to her rescue.

Trigger warnings- mentions of depression, self harm and anxiety.

This chapter is NSFW

Stray kids fan fic

Mainly staring 3ratcha

But the other boys do make appearances it's just easy to keep to minimum of characters lol

Chan x oc

This is my first ever fan fiction so if it's shit soz.

It's 3pm by the time I wake up. I feel groggy. My mouth's dry and my stomach hurts from hunger, I pull out my phone and order a McDonald's meal... or two.

I hop in the shower, forgetting its broken, so i pull my pj's back on and head to Chan's. But before I exit my door i notice a piece of paper on the floor.

It's from chan. He's handwriting is adorable.

'Morning Y/N. I realised I don't have your number and you didn't answer when I knocked on your door this morning so I'm guessing you're still asleep. I really enjoyed last night, I hope I didn't come off too strong.

I just really wanted to kiss you.

I know it's only been a few days since we met, but it feels like we we're meant to be in each others lives.

If you don't feel the same that's cool, I just wanted to put all my cards on the table. I like you and I'd like to take you out on a date sometime. I'm out this weekend, staying at Hannah's, but I'll be back tomorrow night. I'll see you then. Its a date!

Chris x'

Why am I crying?...

Is this the first time anyone has ever said anything like this to me?

Fuck, my McDonald's is here.

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I scran down my big mac and chicken legend and crawl back into bed. How I'm I meant to go two days without him? God I sound ridiculous! It's been 5 fucking days and I'm acting like I'm in love. I think I'm just addicted to how I feel around him, he feels like home. The comfort of walking into a warm house after being in the cold outside.

I want to know more about him. All his little intricacies and quirks. I want to know what wakes him up in the morning and what keeps him in bed. To know all about what goes on in that gorgeous head of his. I'm counting down the seconds until I can.

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8 pm Sunday evening. I've legitimately just slept all weekend. I did have a video with my family back home. It felt so good to see their beautiful faces! But mostly I enjoyed seeing my cats that my mum put on the call whilst she went to the bathroom. They told me they miss me too.

No one has yet Come to fix my shower. I'll let them off since it's the weekend, but I've been stewing in my post night out smell. I should go round to Chris', but theres two problems with that idea. 1. I haven't heard him return and he hasn't knocked round here.

2. I smell like shit and look like it too. (Very reminiscent of my depressive episodes im prone to, but with out the actual sadness. )

There's no harm in just knocking to see if he's, so I grab my dressing gown and head to his.

I here him talking, but theres no reply. I wait for a moment, he's probably on the phone. He stops talking so I knock.

"One minute!!" He yelled! " I'll be back in a sec guys!" Guess he's still on the phone. He answers, a huge smile appears on his face, he looks back in the direction of his phone and slowly closes the door slightly behind him so we're both in the hallway.

"Sorry is this a bad time?" I ask, slowly heading back to my door.

"I'm just... I'm just doing a live stream." He replies, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Oh yeah your Chans room! I've seen a few" He seems to look less nervous that I'm not judging him. "I just wanted to know if I could use your shower. Mines still broken"

"Yeah of course you can, could you wait just like 40 minutes?"

"Yeah sure! I've waited over 24 hours, 40 minutes won't kill me" I laugh. He brushes his hand through his hair and I notice his bicep flex. I never really noticed it but this man is buff. No wonder I feel safe around him, he could beat up a bear a win. Well maybe not a  bear?

I turn to head back into my room, but he takes my hand stopping me.

"Did you get my letter?" He asks, his eyes shining with hope.

"Yeah I did" I say meeting his eyes with the same anticipation.

" and did you..." I cut him off, bringing his lips to mine. My hand running through his hair.

" does that answer your question?" I tease.

"And all the ones after" He answers, slightly bewildered. "I have to head back in. I'll see you soon"

"It's a date" I reply. His grin has taken over his entire face, giddy like a child.

"It is indeed" He says before closing his door.

I collapse on my bed and open up his stream. God he's gorgeous. He keeps smiling to himself, which makes me do the same. I'm literally kicking my feet and smiling over this man. The chat seems to have noticed too. All mentioning how he seems to have found something outside his room very exciting. He answers them saying a staff member just was asking what food he wanted from the shop.

He signs of with a virtual hug, and now I get to have a real life one. And a shower.

I knock the door again, he shouts that it's open in response. I walk in, naked underneath my dressing gown. I stand awkwardly in his room, not sure whether we should talk about everything now or after my shower. He turns in his chair away from his laptop, his gaze lands on me. I'm suddenly aware that if this thin belt unwraps I'll be stood here bare ass naked. I pull the belt tighter.

"You gonna shower?" He questions

"Yeah, I just didn't know if you wanted to talk about everything properly now or after my shower?" He seems taken aback from my forwardness.

"Now?" He pats on his bed for me to sit down. I follow his direction and sit down opposite him. He wheels his chair closer to me so our knees are touching. A knot beginning to form in my stomach. He puts his hands on my knees. I think I flinch in response because he removes them as soon as he places them down.

"Sorry" He stammered, backing off. I hold his hands, stopping him from backing off too far.

"I'm okay. Its just..." fuck how do I explain this without sounding like a weirdo? "I've got nothing on under here. And well." I put my head in my hands. "I've never been touched in such a gentle way there. I was just a bit taken aback." He's silent. Then his lips curl into a smirk.

"So, that reaction was because you liked it so much?" A raised brow has joined his smirk. I can tell this man loves a good tease. He's gonna be the death of me.

He pulls himself even closer, this time he gently spreads my knees apart, replacing the space between them with his knee. Each second he does this, he's locked his gaze on mine, making sure I'm okay with this. And fucking hell I am. He stops centimetres away from my vulva. I'm glad he does cause im honestly embarrassed by how wet I am from just his smallest touch.

He leans over to my ear, his lips grazing  my neck ever so slightly, inciting goosebumps and a sound from me I'm not sure I've ever made before. He giggles, savouring the state he's got me in. "You should take your shower" He whispers. I snap out of my trance

"Are you saying I smell?" I'm joking but slightly concerned. He laughs, removing his knee and standing up from his chair

"Not at all. I just know you've been waiting to have one. Plus I'm worried you feel like this is going too fast. Cause I am." Chan looked down admitting his feelings. "I don't want you to do anything you'll regret. we haven't known each other long and I know you wanna know someone before you're intimate like that with them". Fuck me. This man may be the most caring person I have ever met.

I stand up from his bed and walk over to him, kissing him on his forehead.

"Thank you. I did enjoy it, please know that." He drops his head, but I lift up his chin with my index finger, "I mean it." I kiss him, deeper than before. I do want him. Just not yet.

I walk past him and head into his shower.

#bang chan #bang chan fanfic #bang chris #christopher bang #fanfic #han jisung #kpop fanfic #seo changbin #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #bang chan x reader #chan x reader #this chapter is bad sorry #3racha fanfic #3racha x reader #3racha scenarios #skz 3racha #3racha smut #3racha cb97 #cb97

[hinatastinygiant]

1 | Army

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

Wasteland Masterlist

Day 0

Just after sliding your feet into your sneakers, you stand up and kiss the photo of your parents by the front door goodbye. "I'll see you guys when I get back," you smile. "I'll tell Takemichi and Hinata you said hi."

You place the photo back down with the rest of the little shrine dedicated to your late parents. Today's finally the day you've been looking forward to for the past two weeks- Grow Tokyo, the weekend-long festival that has just started about one hour ago.

"Shit, I'm late," you whisper to yourself as you grab your keys and run out your front door.

After closing the door behind you, you walk quickly to your car and put it in reverse to pull out of your driveway. For some reason, you find yourself pausing just as you're about to put the car in drive. You look back toward the front door and something inside of you tells you to go back home. But no, you've been so excited to go to this festival, you'll be fine. You'll be with your two closest friends.

When you get to the festival, you meet your friends by the entrance.

"Y/N!" Hinata waves when she spots you. "You're here!"

"And you're late," Takemichi reminds you. "It started well over an hour ago, ya know."

"Okay, so then why didn't you go inside?" you chuckle. "I could've walked around 'til I found you."

"Because I insisted on waiting for you," Hinata smiles softly as she pulls back from your hug. "I mean, you came here alone. I was worried for you."

"I told you that Y/N would be fine. She's tough for a girl," he shrugs casually.

"Oh really? And what exactly is that supposed to mean Hanagaki?" you look at him with narrowed eyes.

"I, uh... that you can handle yourself. You don't need us to watch over you all the time," he replies nervously.

"I'm pretty sure you're the one who'd need to be saved in some kind of horrible situation," you laugh. "Tell me I'm wrong."

Takemichi grinds his teeth as he looks between you and his silent girlfriend for help. "Can we just go inside already?" he then grumbles.

"Yeah," Hinata chuckles. "Let's go."

"I'm starving. Think we can hit the food trucks first?" you ask the two of them.

"I'd love nothing more than to do that," Takemichi nods. "I could eat a horse right now."

"Oh gross," Hinata fake gags.

"Hey, look!" you interrupt as you point toward a black and blue food truck. "There's an egg roll truck over there."

"Ooo, let's check it out!" Hinata beams. "I was craving one earlier today!"

After the three of you approach the food truck, you each buy an egg roll and walk towards a large tent where other people are standing and eating.

"Mmm, this is amazing!" Hinata remarks after taking her first bite.

"Mine's really good too," you agree as you devour nearly half in one bite.

"Same here," Takemichi adds while he attacks his food as well.

Just as you're about to take your next bite, a loud high pitched noise rings in your ears so piercing that all three of you drop your plates to the ground. Your knees give in next and you cover your ears with your hands while your forehead touches the earth below.

It takes about thirty seconds until the noise finally stops. When you sit up, you take your hands off of your ears and hold them in front of you. The noise had been so rough on your poor ears that you had begun to bleed out of them.

"Oh my god, what was that?" Hinata asks you as she wipes the tears from her eyes.

"Were we drugged or something?" you ask as you look over at her.

"Uh, where'd everyone else go?" Takemichi then asks. When you look away from Hinata, you notice that nobody else is around. All the other people who had been at the festival are completely gone. The only ones left are you and your two friends. Not to mention that the whole place looks like it's been abandoned for years.

"Holy shit," you mutter as you stand to your feet. "What just happened."

Looking out across the town, you realize that the place you're now standing in is not the same place you were mere seconds ago. It's a strange world overgrown with vegetation as far as the eye can see.

"Um, where are we?" Hinata asks as she grabs onto Takemichi's arm.

"Tokyo?" he replies with uncertainty.

"It sort of looks like it," you agree. "But I swear it didn't just look like this two minutes ago. Or am I just going insane?"

"No, you're right," Takemichi tells you. "None of these crazy plants were here."

"And there were people. It was so loud before..."

"Before that buzzing, right? You guys heard it too?" you ask them.

"Yeah," they both nod.

"And now it's so quiet," you whisper.

"It's really weird," Hinata whispers back. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"What should we-" Takemichi looks over at you before hearing a loud booming noise from not too far away.

"What the hell was that?" you ask as you whip your head around in the direction of the sound.

"Something's moving over there," Hinata whispers to you.

"Like what?" you ask yourself as you squint across the festival area toward the main road. "That noise sounded like..."

Just again, you hear the sound again.

"Fuck, we need to get out of here!" you shout at your two friends. "That's a fucking gun."

"A gun?!" Hinata gasps, looking more terrified than you've ever seen her before.

"Run, let's go. Run!" you shout.

The three of you run away from the gunshots, only to hear more from yet another direction. As you run around, it seems as though whoever is out there, is starting to corner you in.

Eventually, you find yourselves standing out on the road. But you come to a sudden halt when you see a man in a black coat walking slowly toward you. He's got a shotgun slung over his shoulder which you can see clearly from this distance, even as he reaches for it and aims it in your direction.

"Behind the car!" Takemichi shouts as he grabs both your and Hinata's arms.

The second your body disappears behind the car Takemichi has dragged you toward, you hear a gunshot reverberate against the wall just beside you.

"Shit, what do we do?" he then huffs as he looks at the two of you.

"I don't know! Why are you looking at me like I've done this before!?" you whisper sternly. "Hinata, what do you think we should do?" you then look over at her.

"Split up," she whispers as she looks dead ahead.

"What? No way," Takemichi shakes his head. "I'm not leaving you two in this whacked-out place. We're sticking together!"

"Dammit, Hanagaki," you shake your head. "I think she's right. If we go our separate ways we all have a better chance at survival. We'd be a smaller target and we wouldn't attract as much attention."

"So what are you saying? We go our separate ways forever?" he asks.

"No, that's not what I'm saying at all. But I think for now, we need to be apart. It's not safe."

"Uh, guys," Hinata squeaks as she looks through the window of the car you're all hiding behind. "He's getting closer."

"We meet back here in one hour! You two got that?!" Takemichi looks at you both sternly.

"Yeah," you nod. "Go! I'll distract this asshole."

While your two friends run off in separate directions, you take in a deep breath and prepare yourself for what you're about to do.

You stand up from behind the car and face the predator nearby. Though you can see him grin when you stand, you can't see much more of his face hidden beneath his dark hood. But the second he picks up his shotgun again, your feet take off.

"Shit, shit, shit, why did I agree to this shitty ass plan?!" you grumble to yourself as you begin to run down a small alleyway away from the hooded man.

Just as you reach a corner, you look back and see the man is still following after you. Though before he didn't seem to be in much of a rush, he's starting to get faster. You, on the other hand, are beginning to run out of energy.

You continue to run through the back alleys until you come face to face with a dead end. You curse your stupid plan again but you're quickly pulled from your internal monologue when you hear the sound of a soda can being squished behind you.

With a gasp, you spin around and see the armed man standing a mere ten feet away from you.

"Who the hell are you?!" you shout at him. "What the fuck do you want from me?!"

The man doesn't answer as he gets closer to you. He slings his gun back around his shoulder and reaches into his coat pocket.

"Don't even think about trying anything on me, you sicko! I'll kick you in the balls so hard it'll make your head spin!" you shout as you watch the man pull his hand out of his pocket. The unmistakable shine of a pocket knife in his grip makes your heart fall into your stomach.

This is it.

The end.

You're dead.

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[silently-waiting-for-you]

Marvel

Trope: de-aged peter parker

a gift of time

Holy shit, mini-Peter was adorable. Tony seriously wanted to just cuddle the kid, maybe kiss his cheeks, definitely spoil him.

or

In which Peter gets de-aged for two weeks, and Tony gets to be a dad.

. . . . .

a little hiccup

While Peter was out patrolling as Spiderman, an incident occurs and something happens to him. Now he has to go to Tony for help, and their relationship will never be the same.

Shameless Irondad and Spiderson.

. . . .

age regression was impossible... right?

He didn't see anything at first, and had been getting ready to turn around and examine the area behind him when he saw it.

Tony had to do a double take when he saw it. Wait, not it, a child. There was a child sitting in the far end of the alleyway, his small frame visible in the shadows. He couldn't be more than two years old, the small body curled up on its side in Tony's direction.

Or, in which, Peter is de-aged and Tony bares the responsibility of looking after him.

. . . .

close to my heart, never to part

During patrol one night, Peter comes across something that leaves him and Ned dumbfounded. The next morning, Ned is dropping off a now two-year-old Peter at Tony’s. Not only does he have to figure out how to turn him back, but he must watch him. Tony wonders what he’s supposed to do with the now toddler-Peter for the next two weeks…until he slowly starts to wonder what he will do without this boy after the two weeks are over.

. . . . .

like a boat out on the ocean (i'm rocking you to sleep)

"Hey there, Roo." Tony whispered to the little child, slowly kneeling in front of him and giving him a small smile as he wiped away a few stray tears from rosy cheeks. "Whats'a matter, huh? You have a nightmare?"

Peter nodded, his chin wobbling and tears welling up in his doe eyes once again. He made little grabby hands towards Tony and the man instantly scooped him up, holding him gently to his chest with one arm and cradling the back of his head with the other.

Or

Peter is accidentally de-aged, and Tony and Morgan come to his rescue when he has a nightmare.

. . . . .

no take backs

Peter, Tony, and the Avengers fight a strange alien wizard with disastrous (and cute) consequences for Peter. Now Tony has to deal with a five-year-old Spider-Man, and the Rogues, who don’t think he’s capable of taking care of his favorite intern. Set a few weeks after the events of Spider-Man’s Pizza Delivery Service.

OR

Peter gets de-aged, and there is a lot of domestic fluff and crack that follows for him and Tony.

. . . . .

parent for a weekend

“Kid?” He approached the pile of clothes. What he saw, almost made his eyes bug out of his head. There was a small child, no older than two, in the middle of the pile of clothes, as if they were swimming in the clothes. When the child looked up at him, Tony gasped. He’d know those brown eyes anywhere.

“Mis’er S’ar?”

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Or Peter somehow gets de-aged and it's up to Tony to fix it and also take care of him.

Iron Man Bingo #12- "Did you just call me dad?"

. . . . .

spider-baby (literally)

“Oh my God, oh my God!”

“Dammit Stark! You had one job!”

“Language! Peter! Peter, come down please.”

“Hold on guys, I have an idea,” Sam said and ran off.

Peter looked down at the adults talking over each other and let out delighted laugh at the sight. Tony was taken aback, looking offended. “Did the little crap just laughed at us?”

Or when Peter gets accidentally turned into a baby, chaos and fluff ensures.

. . . . .

spider-baby of mine

Tony never considered himself a father to anyone, but when Peter is hit with an alien weapon and de-aged, that's exactly what he needs to be.

#spiderman #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #ironman #tony stark #peter parker

[artofjim]

5 Years of Drawing: Part 1

Originally posted on ko-fi.com/artofjim

July marks 5 years since I started learning art and drawing every day.  As they say, time flies when you're having fun, and time has really flown!   I want to use this blog post to reflect on some things I've learned, look at some old work and compare it to current, and emphasize my gratitude for all of the support I've received in the last half decade.  This is a long one so I'm breaking it into 3, but it should give you a ton of insight into my journey as an artist that brought me here today, and hopefully help you carve out your own path!

Before July of 2018, I would occasionally get it in my head that I wanted to draw.  This would be prompted by seeing some cool art online, or needing a way to pass the time on trips.  I'd spend money on new sketchbooks and tools, and doodle for a weekend in them.  That would be that, and my sketchbooks would sit until the next time I felt like drawing again, which was no more than a few times a year.  I had a little natural talent at copying proportion and detail, but there was no methodology to my picturemaking and I relied heavily on replicating others' art.  Because of the inconsistent schedule and lack of interest in learning,  I usually say I started drawing after all of that.  Here's some sketches from before 2018.

This is a direct rip of Nate Van Dyke, with a couple additions of my own. 2014?  I learned about ink and decided that was the only medium I wanted to work in.

Around the same time. Every artist has been here at some point, I think. I found some photo portraits of homeless people on pinterest probably and took it upon myself to draw them. Lots to unpack there but we should move on (please we must move on oh God). Again, I wasn't trying to learn, I was just copying photos and other art with no rhyme or reason to it, and very rarely.  I just loved that kick when people would look at it and say it was good.

2018

In 2018 I was working in Tacoma and there was a great little book store called Culpepper's across the street.  Jerry Culpepper had ran that store for decades, and had no great love for comics.  As a result, anytime he got graphic novels in, he'd hide them in an unorganized shelf and price them way, way down.  This was also true of artbooks, but I wasn't interested in those (yet). Jerry and I had an amicable relationship, with him busting my chops about the coffee shop I worked at being too expensive, and myself ironically bringing him free drip on my breaks.  I remember him going into great detail explaining how "Black Panther was absolute shit! Waste of my time seeing that film!"  I probably went in there once a week and dug around, spending tip money on anything that looked interesting while Jerry peered down at the titles with a furrowed brow.  My love for comics started at this time, and some of the first graphic novels I bought were from Jerry Culpepper. The League of Extraordinary Gentleman and A Small Killing, both written by Alan Moore, and drawn by Kevin O'Neill and Oscar Zarate, respectively (a great place to start, if you ask me!).

Still have them!  Jerry always priced books with pencil on the first page.  He'd usually charge me at least 30% less than this, and shave off sales-tax if  I paid cash.

I bought so many comics and bothered Jerry so often that he started giving me stuff for free (again, he had no interest for comics and was intent on filling his store with civil war history and first edition antiques). I'd pay $20 and walk out of there with an armful of graphic novels, video game concept art, Japanese editions of collected Ukiyo-E plates, published artist sketchbooks, and all sorts of odd things I wouldn't normally look for. That's the beauty of local used book stores, you cannot predict what's waiting in there for you.   Those early Culpepper finds were, and still are, very influential to me. I dig through my bookshelf for them regularly.  I think it's very important for creatives to have a personal, physical collection of things that inspire and interest them, because they will bury into your style way more than temporary online influences.

"Culpepper Books: here you'll find a man struggling to get the hell home with as much money and few books as possible before he retires" -Jerry, during his last week of business when I asked him for a caption

In late-2019, Jerry Culpepper got an offer to end his lease early from a big developer and decided to retire right as the pandemic started to hit, which was definitely the right decision for him.  While writing this, I searched his name to see if I could find his online collection, and learned that he passed away in 2022 at the age of 70.  Here is his obituary if you'd like to learn more about my old friend at the bookstore who impacted my life more than I could have realized at the time. https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/tribnet/name/gerald-culpepper-obituary?id=32332566

My last purchase from Jerry

Now that I was reading comics a lot, I became hip to Jim Lee, comic art superstar of the early 90s known for his work on X-Men, Punisher: War Journal, and countless other titles soon after.  Jim Lee streams on Twitch, and one day in July I popped in to watch purely out of curiosity and ended up following along with his live tutorial drawing Wolverine. There's a recording of this tutorial here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wxoH_eZgrw I had never had drawing explained to me in the analogous way that Jim Lee did.  Much of the concepts he was demonstrating are very fundamental no-brainers to me nowadays, but back then, despite drawing off and on my whole life, I had never been exposed to them.  I specifically remember him relating the teeth to a can of soup, and the triceps muscles to parallel canoes.  This was mind blowing to me, and sparked an obsession that is still roaring to this day. Here's my results from drawing along with Jim Lee that day.

A little heavyhanded on the spot blacks there, Jimbo...

Even though the idea of using simple forms like soup cans and canoes had been demonstrated so brilliantly by Jim Lee, I immediately went back to my old ways of rote copying.  Only now, I was doing it for a few hours a day.  I also started streaming art on Twitch during this time, and I'm amazed anyone watched because I was completely directionless.I was reading a lot of Frank Miller and the interest in ink was renewed, and I would just copy things straight out of comics, line-by-line.  I didn't have the tools or direction to study in a more meaningful way, so I just copied and copied and copied, with no real improvement besides hand-eye coordination, and my ability to copy from image to paper.Jim Lee had also mentioned Bridgman, and I found a copy of his big book at Culpepper's and copied a few pages (poorly) before giving up. 

Notes?? Why would I write down anything from the book?  This is drawing!!  Sarcasm aside, this was the extent of it.  Whatever concepts I pulled from it, I didn't cement with mileage so it was all for not.  Granted, Bridgman is not beginner friendly at all.

I also took part in Inktober for the first time in 2018, and actually attempted concept creation.  I knew I was bad at drawing heads, so I decided I would twist every prompt into a helmet of some kind.  Strange method.  You can view the completed pieces here, if you really want to: https://www.instagram.com/p/BokqcKngdlz/

2019

In 2019, I began to become invested in history, and really enjoyed drawing historical garb.  Japan especially grabbed my interest, and I bought tons of books about it from Jerry.  I'm surprised I didn't try to copy more Japanese  art, especially Hokusai's ink sketches.  I was filling sketchbooks regularly by now, still just copying for the most part, and getting a little better at it!  When I look back at those sketchbooks now, there's a  common "Jim" thread present even if I wasn't being very original.  I want to point out that I don't think there's anything wrong with copying references, ever, but especially as a beginner artist.  The way I was doing it, though, was from a limited perspective: drawing straight to final linework and not considering anything but the 2-d image.  I wish I had pursued fundamentals more, and varied my tools, but I just didn't have exposure to those things.  I was still wielding a brush pen like a club on every drawing, and using expensive markers that bled through the page.

I learned about Karl Kopinski, and some of the other star artists from Super Ani, and didn't know about all of the mileage and proper practice between where I was and where they were, so I tried to just do what they were doing. Of course, KK appealed to my interest in historical costume, and I copied a bunch of his drawings in my sketchbooks. I also dug into Sergio Toppi, attracted to his painterly hatching and masterful ink compositions, and learned about Moebius. I picked up a Final Fantasy 1-7 artbook for $10 (thanks Jerry) with tons of drawings by Yoshitaka Amano in it, and tried to match his watercolors with my bleeding Copic markers. Because there was no method to my drawings beyond copying mark-by-mark, there was an element of luck involved that decided the success of each drawing. The artmaking journey, then, was just chasing that next lucky winner drawing, which is not sustainable long term! Sure, I might get lucky more often as I copied more accurately, but I wouldn't know why, and I had no lens to understand what made an image work.

Toppi copy

One of the lucky drawings

Kopinski copy

Amano copies.  Notice the difference in quality between the Toppi samurai above and these; this is the element of luck I'm referring to.  There was no repeatable process, just diving into the final lines and gambling on it.

Beyond that, I wanted to create, not replicate.  I would watch Karl Kopinski, Kim Jung Gi, and Peter Han create worlds on the spot, with no reference, and have no idea how to accomplish that.  I figured it was my poor visualization ability holding me back.  All I thought mattered was drawing a lot, and drawing a variety of things.  I would stream on Twitch and take requests to draw anything anyone wanted for ten minutes.  I drew 20 different outfits from the Camp-themed Met Gala.  I drew video game characters, Power Rangers, cartoons, and Kermit the Frog smoking a blunt.  Occasionally, I'd try to draw people and places from life. 

My first ever POV sketch

I knew that clothing was something academics studied,  so I "studied" some drapery as well! All that meant for me was copying, line by line, a few reference photos.  I downloaded Autodesk Sketchbook, a free drawing program, and tried my hand at digital art.   If I wasn't just attempting photocopying, I did try my hand at some imaginative work, with a degree of realistic rendering. Here's those paintings, just so we can compare to my current paintings later.

I would paint over Bill Sienkewicz sketches, this is one of those

This funny little fellow is a Japanese God, Fukurokuju. The drapery is looking especially mushy.

In mid-2019, I decided I would challenge myself to making a comic for Inktober.  I was very naive, but still took a lot of time planning for it before October started.  I scripted out the pages, did some character "designs," and even  worked on turnarounds.  My thought was that if I took the time to figure out what a character would look like from any angle, I could just use that as reference when I needed it.  This is true, and how animators do it,  but I created this sheet by smashing together references and finding an image for every expression and angle I could need.  I also sculpted the main character's head so I could use it as reference.  I had not rediscovered the power of "form" yet, despite Jim Lee's great tutorial that started all of this, and the literal sculpted 3d form sitting on my desk.

Here's a few pages of my Inktober comic, Dog Days.  I made it 13 pages in and burned out super hard, since I was working full-time still and spending at least 8 hours a day on the pages.  The cyst on my wrist got massive and I was not sleeping at all.  I took a break for a few days to go on a trip and just never came back to it.  Surprisingly, I haven't ever experienced a burnout since then.

If you're interested in checking out the other 11 pages, they're available to Ko-Fi Members for $4.50/month, along with my other comics.

For my first comic, I am extremely proud of that work.  There's a sort of energy that is now inhibited by experience and judgment.  I was fearless and committed to every page, because I had no idea how long it would take me or what challenges I might face.  I  don't think I will or should ever finish it, because I cannot replicate that vibe.

I returned to drawing a few weeks after the burnout and dove back into Japanese historical drawings, becoming obsessed with the photos of Felice Beato, who brought photography to Japan right as it modernized.  Some coworkers of mine were my first ever commissioners, asking for some work relevant to what I was already studying.  The first was a family portrait taken in the early 1900s.  The second was a 6 panel piece on the history of Taiko drumming.  I think they spent more on the frame then what I charged them for the piece, which is hilarious to me now.   I also experimented with some blacklight ink and collage, which was a nice change from all the inking I did in October. 

I did these on expensive Awagami rice paper with ultra-archival Noodler's fountain pen ink.  I was fooling myself into thinking that expensive materials were necessary for any sort of "professional" work, and that they would elevate it.  In the end, it just made the process nerve-wracking and left no margin for error.

I will continue with years 2020 and 2021 in my next post to keep this one from getting any longer!  Follow my Ko-Fi to get  notified via email when that comes out, or tune into my social media: https://linktr.ee/artofjim

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In The Name of Love | Chapter 18

Author's note: A bit of a filler chapter before things happen next week 👀

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"Oh, she's back!"

"Hello, Silvia" I say, walking into our apartment and letting myself fall on the sofa.

"How was your sexual retreat?"

"My what?" I laugh.

"You've spent two weeks with your boyfriend in a house in the middle of nowhere. Alone. Are you telling me you've spent all that time playing chess?"

"We actually did play chess a couple of nights."

"Oh, c'mon, Val."

"We did" I say. "We played chess, Uno, did some touristy things, went to the beach, took the longest naps, worked out, had lunch with his family, had sex in every room of the house multiple times, cooked the most delicious meals, danced in the town's square…"

"Wait, wait, wait. You had lunch with his family?" Silvia gasps.

"Yeah…"

"How… How did that happen?"

"Last weekend were the town's festivities and they have some friends there who invited them over to spend some time together. They knew Pedri was at the house, decided to go pay him a visit and…" I shrug.

"Please tell me they didn't catch you doing anything."

"We were napping. But it was so embarrassing… The night before we had been in town until very late and we were shattered, so after lunch we just layed down on the sofa and passed out. It was one of those naps that make you drool all over yourself and that when you wake up you don't know where you are."

"Oh, I'm familiar with those" she chuckles.

"Since we weren't answering the door, his parents just walked in because they had a copy of the keys. And when they made it to the living room, they found their son sleeping half naked on a sofa with a woman also half naked sleeping on top of him" I explain while covering my face with my hands, the embarrassment of the moment coming back. 

"When you say half naked you mean…"

"We both were topless and in our underwear. It was really hot and we were so tired… Who could have imagined that his parents would decide to come pay him a visit?"

"Oh my God, Val" Silvia laughs. "Then what happened?"

"His mother called his name, Pedri got scared, and I ended up on the floor."

"No!"

"Yes..."

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"Pedro! What… what is this?" 

"I… This… Shit, Val. Are you ok?" he asks me.

"Yeah, yeah" I say, slowly sitting up. 

"Is this… her?" a female voice says behind me.

"Yes, mum" Pedri replies. Mum? Mum! His mother! She's here! Why is she here? Oh… my God. "Why don't you wait in the kitchen while we make ourselves a bit more presentable?"

"Good idea" she says. 

"Pedri…" I whisper once I hear her leave. Though she wasn't alone. A man who I assume is Pedri's dad, was with her. 

"I know" he sighs, laying down on the sofa again. 

"What are they doing here?"

"I don't know."

"What are we going to do?"

"Talk to them?" he chuckles.

"Pedri, I can't meet your parents like this!"

"As if I looked any better."

"Well, you are their son, they are used to it. I am a stranger."

"You aren't. You know I've told them about you and even showed them some photos."

"Which only makes this worse. What will they think of me?"

"Probably that I've corrupted you" he laughs.

"Not funny" I say, hitting him with the pillow I had used to cover myself. "I'm going to our room to make myself a bit more presentable."

"And I'm going to talk with them and ask them why they are here."

"Shouldn't you put a t-shirt on or something?"

"They are my parents, Val. They've seen me like this before."

"And have they also seen that?" I say, nodding towards his crotch.

"Oh, shit."

"That's what I thought" I laugh. 

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"No way!" Silvia laughs.

"Yes" I sigh. "Then when we both were more presentable we had a chat with them and everything was fine. They are lovely people, super nice."

"So they are ok with you dating, the age difference and all that?"

"They are, yes. His mum told me that she had never seen him as focused and happy as he is right now and that I probably was the reason why." 

"Oh, that's wonderful, Val!" she says, hugging me. "You've been worried about that since the beginning and look!"

"I guess it is good" I shrug. 

"It is. Trust me."

"I don't think it'll be this easy with my mum, tho."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now we must focus on these good news, and on some other news that aren't that good."

"What happened?" I ask.

"Marc and Isabel's wedding" Silvia says.

"Oh, fuck. Can you believe I managed to forget about it?"

"I actually do," she laughs. "That's the power of Vitamin D."

"Idiot" I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Anyway, I crossed paths with them the other day and Isabel asked me if you were going to take Ferran as your plus one to the wedding."

"Urgh, Ferran" I groan. "Why can't their US tour last a few more days? That way I would have a good excuse to go alone. But no, Barcelona have to be useless when I need them."

"Are you asking him to be your plus one, then?" Silva asks.

"I can't. I think… I think Emma was right and he has feelings for me. And I think the girl he slept with in Ibiza also was right and he was trying to forget someone... Me."

"Shit. That's…"

"Messy" I sigh .

"But if you show up alone Isabel will be merciless. You know that, right?"

"I do" I sigh again. "But if he is trying to forget me I can't put him through that. And I can't put Pedri through that either. If only I could take him to the wedding…"

"Too dangerous. Isabel is capable of exposing your relationship."

"I know" I sigh once again. "Why does everything have to be so complicated?"

"Things were easier at your sexual retreat, uh?" Silvia laughs.

"Definitely" I chuckle. The definitely were.

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We shouldn't have left

What?

Tenerife We should have stayed, life was easier

What happened?

The wedding is coming 

Oh… I see

We should have stayed.  They have a little school, I could teach there.  And since Tenerife isn't that far away, you could play for them.  Theirs is a t-shirt I would wear. And it is white! You look so hot in white…

Val 😂😂😂

Think about it. It's the perfect plan And you would be close to your family

But we would be away from yours and all our friends

I don't care It would be worth it

That's what you say now

Urgh 😩😩😩

Do you want to talk about the wedding?

Tomorrow in person.  Now I'm too tired from the flight and everything, I'm going to bed

To dream about me? 😏

And our perfect life in Tenerife 🥺

One day, Val

Maybe when I've retired

Which will be in 20 years 😭  20 years of having to see you wear that ugly shirt 😭

🙄🙄🙄

But do you still see us together in 20 years?

Forever 🤍

Aww, she's gone cheesy 🥺

Meh, meh, meh 🙄

I love you, Val 🤍

I love you too 🤍

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Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I’ll take a long break after finishing this phase cause I’ve written zero (0) chapters for the next one and I wanna make it worth your while -Danny

Words: 1,882

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xxx: The Hunter

"I need Kurt—"

"Wait, that guy trained you?" Bucky asked her. "You mean he was an agent too?"

"No. I'll handle him, okay?" Cat said, cold sweat coating her palms. "Later, grumpy." She hung up and looked at Harley in alarm. "So I'm quitting my job—"

"What?"

She bolted out of his office, but Harley followed her down the hall.

"I gotta find Kurt— oh god, he saw where Kate lives!"

"What are you—"

"It was him!" She insisted. "I know it was!"

"Someone's following Kate? What are we gonna do?"

"No no, no 'us' until I see who the hunter—"

"Cat—"

"If this is the same man that electrocuted a six-year-old and starved her for days inside a pitch-dark room, he won't hesitate to kill you. I'm not going to drag you into a situation I know you can't handle."

"What if it's just your memories playing tricks on you again—"

"Not with this," she said, trying to suppress a shiver. "I remember how it felt, how it looked... I won't expose you to that."

"So you won't expose me but you're okay calling Kurt?" He questioned in annoyance.

"I want to warn him, his weekend visits are over until I fix this," she grabbed her phone again, hands shaking. She held the item tighter. "I don't know why I'm telling you this, I'll do this myself."

Cat teleported before Harley could reply. She landed at the top of the Brooklyn bridge.

"Mouse. I need you to look for Sergei..." she thought hard, the man didn't have the same lastname as Dmitri. "Dammit, I don't know his full name!"

"You have a picture?"

"You need one?" She scowled. "Isn't the whole point of you to find those for me?"

"Of course, I was only trying to make you feel useful," her A.I. retorted. "I need a full name to do that."

"Sergei," she repeated. "He's Dmitri Smerdyakov's half-brother— always so careful to point that out..."

"I have old articles from a newspaper in Russia from a couple of years back. There's a picture in one of them. Two boys of around twelve and ten outside what appears to be a circus tent."

"Can you work with that?"

"I can try."

"Try."

Cat pressed the button on her watch to get her suit. She grabbed her cape from inside her satchel and put it on, pulling the hood over her head and trying to think.

Her phone rang again. "Bucky, I told you—"

"—GET OFF ME—"

Kate's voice made her act. Cat teleported to the archer's apartment, but it was empty. The young woman swore, taking a guess as to where they were.

"Shit!"

She teleported to the entrance of her own apartment.

"Mouse," she whispered. "I want you to start recording as soon as I enter."

"You got it."

She opened the door: Sergei, the man that tormented her and Kurt for years and forced them to fight until they couldn't stay standing. The man who'd suggested pouring acid in her brain as a way to neutralize her.

"Who do we have here?" He smiled, Cat wished she could've forgotten how vicious his face was, but he was exactly as she remembered him, only a bit older.

"Let her go," she growled, one hand placed above her spear.

"I will, mostly cause I don't care about her," the man eyed Cat hungrily. "But I won't do it out of kindness. You know that, don't you, beast?"

"My name—"

"I've heard 'em," he said with a snarl. "But you had no issue responding to 'beast' when I was taking care of you, so I'm—"

"I could kill you, Sergei," she pushed the hood off her head, "so think your next words, very carefully."

The man laughed. "Look at you calling me by name like you're not scared! I see it in your creepy cat eyes, I thought I'd never have to see them again... you've caused great damage across the world, pet, and I'm here to correct that."

Sergei pressed his dagger against Kate's throat, he nodded at the hand Cat still had over her spear.

"You wanna see who's faster?" He pressed the blade against Kate's skin, and blood started to come out.

"Stop!" Cat ordered. "Stop moving, Kate!"

"Now we understand each other!" Sergei nodded to her side. "Grab that for me. S'going to stop you from thinking you have a chance."

Cat looked down to her right, there was a bag there. "What is it?"

"Put it on."

She bent down and drew out an inhibitor. "You mother—"

"Put. It. On." He tightened his grip around Kate, making her whimper.

"What if I just shoot you instead?"

He looked down at the archer. "You can be sure I won't leave empty-handed."

"So I was going to be the first mutant in the brand-new lab?" She asked calmly, examining the collar. The effort she was making to not stumble over her words was nerve-wracking.

"I'm not taking you to the lab," he smiled. "The lab was for my own plans, but someone paid me real money to take you somewhere else."

"Cat," Kate rasped. "Don't listen to him—"

"Bravery won't help you," he stared at Cat's mask. "Take that off and put the collar on."

"No."

He sighed heavily. "Okay."

Sergei moved swiftly, Kate cried out and the blood began to pour. Cat panicked, she took off M.O.U.S.E. tugging at it roughly, and threw it at his feet.

"STOP IT— ST-TOP!" She grabbed the inhibitor, her whole body was shaking now. "I'LL DO IT!"

"PUT IT ON!" He ordered.

Cat opened the collar without making a sound, barely holding it steady she placed it on her neck. She was eight years old again, and the nightmare was just beginning.

"Close it," he commanded, relaxing his grip on Kate.

"Let her go..." when Cat closed the collar, her hair instantly lost its silver coloring, the lights in the room turned dimmer, and her ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton.

Sergei threw the archer aside and Kate tried to kick him, but the man was almost as big and heavy as Kingpin. "Stay down, girl," he said carelessly.

In two large steps, he'd lifted Cat by the collar and ripped the cape off her body. Then he carried her like a small kitten by the back of her neck. She coughed out, legs swinging pathetically.

"Heartbreaking," he sneered.

Kate got up holding onto her injury and charged against him but he pressed a button on his belt: An energy shield lifted between them, throwing Kate across the apartment. Cat's eyes were brimming with tears.

"Let's meet your new boss," Sergei pulled something out of his pocket and put it over her head.

Cat was thrown to the floor, she blinked rapidly, not used to the light after so long in the darkness. When she looked up Billy Russo was there, smiling from ear to ear.

"Evening, Kat."

Cat groaned. She'd finished crying a while ago, and now that the fear had dissipated, she was tired and in a terrible mood. "Not the pampered manbaby..."

The young woman felt the shock piercing her neck, she couldn't hold back her screaming. Billy smiled. "It isn't smart to insult the guy that's in control of your choker."

She gasped for air. "I send you to jail once and you get all pissy about it—"

Cat got electrocuted again, her whole body hurled back.

"Are you done, pet?"

"Don't call me that!" She hissed.

"What should I call you?" He tilted his head. "Copycat? Agent Zero? Katrina?" Billy's eyes darkened. "Want to know how I found you?"

"I think telling me would give you pleasure," she tried to get rid of the taste of blood in her mouth by spitting, but it didn't work. "Let's skip the foreplay."

"Straight to business," he smirked. "Clever as usual, Kat."

"Business?" Cat inquired, not paying much attention to the man, and instead examining her surroundings.

"You work for me now."

She laughed dryly. "Says who?"

"Me, and Kraven," he pointed at Sergei.

Cat's manic chortle burst out unexpectedly. "Kraven. Man, you never left the circus."

"Keep her quiet until I'm done," Russo ordered.

A man put tape over her mouth (she broke his nose in the process, only to get electrocuted again), and her forehead was now stained with little droplets of the man's blood.

"You'll do what I say because you owe it to me."

He got up from his chair and approached her, crouching in front of her. Cat looked around, they were in a huge storage room, she'd never seen this place before, but Billy grabbed her chin and pulled it back so she had to look into his eyes.

"The others just wanted personal super-puppets, but I wanted to find you," his fingers dug into her face. "You're going to pay double the amount for every scar on my body. A little birdy told me you value your freedom— don't worry, you'll have your freedom, but— look at me, Kat!" He pulled her face again. "You don't deserve to enjoy it. You'll be free, but you won't get peace."

He placed his hand on her face and pushed her back, making her fall on her butt. Cat tried to kick him, but he moved away laughing.

"You're nothing without your powers. I mean, you can throw a punch," he glanced at the guy with the broken nose. "Just like any feral cat... but you are weak and stupid without all the rest."

She stared at him, hatred seeping through the darkness in her pupils.

"Let me explain exactly what you'll do," he walked back to his chair. "You came to me before an auction and offered me one Spider-man in a silver platter, and you will bring him to me just like you promised. He's better at hiding than you are, and trust me, Kraven's a mighty good tracker."

Cat shifted awkwardly on the floor, her hands and legs were tied with some kind of thick wire.

"We wanted to get him and force you to work for us to keep him safe, it looked like you were good friends two years ago, then again, he is sneaky... then Kraven had this brilliant idea to get someone even better..."

She heard sounds of struggle, someone got thrown at her side.

"Mhgghg!" Cat's eyes widened, Kurt was unconscious, he was also wearing an inhibitor and his hands were tied behind his back, his tail was trapped too.

"I heard this weirdo and you have history— Kraven was eager to get this one for himself anyway, apparently he killed his brother?" Billy clicked his tongue. "And here I was thinking you were heroes!"

Russo grabbed a second control and pressed a button. Kurt's body convulsed, but he showed no signs of being alive. Cat's muffled screams did not stop Billy.

"You don't like it when I hurt your friends?" Russo grabbed her remote control again. "But it's not me who'll hurt them, it's you! You'll kill Spider-man, and you'll kill Harley Keener, Daredevil, and every person that you ever cared for, 'cause that's what you get when you lie to me!"

He got up again and approached her fast, grabbing a hold of her hair and pulling until she was standing. He spoke in a shaky, low voice.

"Until there's no one left on this earth that could ever love you, until you're completely and irrevocably alone, that's when I'll let Kraven have you," he pulled harder. "We'll rip you apart... limb by limb... and I'll love every second of it," he got closer to her face, "justice at last."

He dropped her. Sergei walked up to her ignoring Kurt's limp figure on the floor and seized her by the wire around her ankles, dragging her out of the room.

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"closer"

NSFW! 18+ only! minors DNI!

mike zizzo x reader, pred/prey undertones (dom mike), gender neutral reader with female genitalia, floor sex, 6K+ WORDS

summary: when your eyes wandered back to his face, you could see the shit-eating grin he was now sporting. he was giving you a look that was hard for you to discern; curiosity, maybe? magnificence? the expression on his face sent a chill down your spine, especially when you locked eyes with him again, and...god, were his eyes this blue before?

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40067667

notes: there are literally 0 fics of him i just need to fuck my emo boy so BAD

you had been hearing of the crazy satanic parties happening near massanutten mountain for over a year. mcallister was small; so small that you knew every kid who went to that abandoned house at night, and on the weekends, by name. sure, you were an outcast yourself, but you had this weird distaste for the thought of it -- it was like a built-in, evolutional avoidance for it. something in your brain and body deemed it too dangerous, too risky, to take part in.

that is, until you laid eyes on mike zizzo.

you spotted him...or, rather, he spotted you from across the convenience store, stocking up on budweiser and family sized lay's. you knew what they were for; everyone in town knew what they were for. it's not like the parties were a secret. it would honestly be more surprising for someone to not know.

he locked eyes with you while pulling out his wallet. you had heard of him, heard descriptions and myths and legends about this older emo guy who gives juniors booze and lures them into that dark abandoned house to perform black magic rituals on them, but you'd never actually seen him before in real life; it was like laying eyes on a unicorn. you've never seen one, but when you do, you know what it is.

and you were sure you looked just like the kind of kid he would be searching for. alone, avoiding eye contact when he caught you staring at him from afar and keeping to yourself near the back of the store while you waited for it to clear out a little before you would approach the register with your stuff. you didn't know what it was about yourself that screamed 'misfit', but maybe it was everything. maybe he could sniff them out like a bloodhound after all those months of experience.

when he spotted you, noticed you glancing at him, he was calm and cool, sneaking glances in your direction as he paid for his booze and snacks. after he was done, he stalked to the back of the store to approach you, as if he'd done it a million times over. he wore a devilish smirk, like something from a dark nightclub movie scene. his movements were snake-like, his body almost slithering as he approached you. you could feel the acid in your stomach bubbling higher and higher, up into your esophagus, with every step he took.

"hey, you new around here? i don't think we've met before."

mike wasn't tall at all -- a short, skinny man with unattended stubble and messy hair, not too long but longer than the average man of mcallister. most men around these parts had masculinity so fragile you could shatter it by batting your eyelashes at it...but not him. his mid-length hair was accompanied by black nail polish and wicked guyliner.

"no." you all but spat, trying hard not to make too much eye contact with him, retracting into yourself a bit, "but i haven't seen you around before either."

"oh, yeah? well, i'm mike--"

you cut him off, a near hiss in your voice as you spoke over him.

"i know who you are. everyone knows who you are."

when your eyes wandered back to his face, you could see the shit-eating grin he was now sporting. he was giving you a look that was hard for you to discern; curiosity, maybe? magnificence? the expression on his face sent a chill down your spine, especially when you locked eyes with him again, and...god, were his eyes this blue before? they were perfectly framed by the dark eye makeup surrounding them. it gave them a more intense, brighter blue color.

"yeah? who am i, then?" mike smartassed, the cocky grin never leaving his face and his half-lidded eyes never getting any wider. up close like this, his lips were a soft, feminine pink, and his teeth poking past them looked pearly white and strong. you couldn't help but think about how easy it might be for someone like him to chew the meat from your bones.

"mike zizzo." you affirmed, watching the expression on his face contort even more pleasantly when he heard his name on your tongue, "you're the creep who invites highschoolers over to have drunk orgies."

"hey!" mike retorted, "they're not always orgies."

you hated that look on his face, hated the way his words drew you in like hanging vines pulling you up into the trees. you could barely formulate a response; something you were sure mike was used to given the types of kids he hung around. losers. people with no social life and nothing to look forward to. maybe that was you. maybe you were destined to meet each other.

"i gotta run, but, uh...we're getting together again this weekend, if you're down. i'm sure you know where to find me." mike nodded his head towards the glass doors of the gas station, teeth still shining through his pretty lips like he wanted to devour you piece by piece. he left before you could say another word, and when he did, it felt like your whole world was upside down. surely they just wanted some new virgin to sacrifice, right?

but that wouldn't work on you; at least, that's what you told yourself on your walk back home with your plastic bag in hand, and...then, 3 days later, you found yourself on the doorstep of that abandoned house in the woods.

you were completely stupid for showing up. you carried a freshly-sharpened pocket knife in your front pocket in case of an emergency, but otherwise, you had no protection and no transportation. you walked the whole way there, and your calves burned, but your stomach bubbled with excitement that you weren't sure you should be feeling. you could hear the loud music from outside, and you could see the gentle flickers of fire behind the window curtains.

you were raising your hand to knock when the door opened before your eyes, revealing the slim frame (draped in copious layers) of mike zizzo. it was dark inside, and the shadows dancing on his face gave him an extra devilish look. you swore you felt your heart fall out and onto the ground when you saw him. he wore an expression like he wanted to eatyou, darkened by the lack of light both inside and outside of the house.

"hey." mike's teeth shone brightly through the darkness. "for a second i thought you weren't gonna show up."

"yeah, well, i...probably shouldn't have."

"aww, c'mon, don't be like that."

he extended a hand towards you, short nails painted black and sigil rings adorning his fingers. he looked kind of stupid doing it...mischievous look on his face, beckoning you as if he were the king of some shitty empire of emo kids and he were welcoming you into his castle. then again, honestly, that's pretty much what was happening. the old jenson house was like his castle, and the kids who found themselves inside of it were like his faithful subjects, bending to his every will and believing every word he said.

dumbly, like a faithful subject would, you took his hand.

mike led you through the front door and into a sea of bodies -- or, maybe a pond of them. there weren't nearly as many kids as the people in school made it seem, maybe 10 or 15 in total, and that was including you, and mike himself.

"welcome to the headquarters of the Lords of Destruction," mike thrusted a budweiser towards you, which he seemingly materialized out of nowhere, and once you grabbed it, he plopped down onto a couch that you didn't know was there. everything was happening so fast, and your senses felt deprived and overloaded all at once; the combination of the dank smell of sweaty highschoolers, and alcohol, and weed, plus the din of loud music, mixed with the darkness surrounding you and the near inability to hear anyone else's voice; it was like a new feeling all on its own.

you didn't notice that mike was motioning for you to sit down next to him until you felt a warm hand on your free one, pulling you towards him. you crawled onto the couch, slowly, and leaned in close to him so you could hear when he spoke. his whole body radiated warmth, a stark contrast to his looks and demeanor.

he took the beer from your hand, and leaned forward to pop the lid off on the edge of a coffee table before handing it back to you.

"so, uh..." you tried to speak a little louder than usual, afraid he may not hear you over the music, "this is it, huh?"

mike chuckled, watching you like a hawk as you sipped from the bottle in your hand. it tasted like pisswater, but it was booze.

"what do you mean by that?"

"well, y'know, i just..." for a split second, you looked around the room to try and decipher anything at all. you saw flickering candles, and against the walls were the shadows of people dancing to a System of a Down song and bringing beer bottles and suspiciously-not-cigarette-shaped-cigarettes to their lips.

"what? did you expect something else?" mike leaned in closer to you, his face less than a foot away from yours now, "did you seriously think we'd be sacrificing sheep and shit in here?"

your face heated up, and you prayed he couldn't see it. something about the way his eyes focused on yours in the dark felt sinister. everything about mike maintained an air of pure 'up to no good'. something about that fascinated you, and drew you in. you couldn't lie; you were extremely invested in whatever was going on here.

deciding to challenge the way he was expressing himself, you responded with nonchalance, in an attempt to sound dissatisfied.

"i mean...i'm just a little underwhelmed, is all." you bit back at him, and neither of your gazes ever left the other's eyes, as you took another sip of your budweiser.

"oh yeah? and how can i make that up to you?"

mike sipped his own beer as you mulled it over. he looked at you so intently, and so, you stared back at him. it felt like watching a haunted artifact and waiting for it to do something; anything, really. something scary, something amazing, something stressful, or maybe even something beautiful.

"show me something really cool. if you don't, i'm gonna have to tell everyone how lame this shit actually is."

he laughed, a genuine, hearty laugh.

"yeah?"

"yeah."

mike thought it over for a minute, seemingly trying to come up with something cooler than an abandoned house with no power filled with sweaty alternative teenagers (and pot).

"alright, come with me." mike lifted himself off the couch, and placed his now-empty beer bottle on the coffee table, waiting for you to get up behind him. when you did, he began his journey of finding something to impress you with.

he led you through a doorway, then through a dark room that hosted a huge shrine, complete with candles and sigils, and through another doorway. the house wasn't big at all. you both stopped in a pitch-black room, one where you could just barely see the moon shining through some window curtains. it was quieter now, the sound of the loud music playing through the battery-powered speakers in the living room area low enough now that, if you focused, you may have been able to tune it out.

you couldn't really see what happened next, but you heard the click of a lighter and then saw a flame, so he must have been lighting candles.

with every candle mike lit, you could see more and more of the room surrounding you. revealed to you by the light were copious shelves, seemingly slapdashed by the state of the screws holding them onto the wall. there was also a vanity, and a bed with an untouched, antique-looking patchwork quilt. on the shelves were none other than the many things you would expect to find in the abode of a satan-worshipper.

various animal skulls and hides littered the shelves and the vanity, accompanied by the odd wet specimen or taxidermy, and sometimes crystals, pinned bugs, or, of course, candles. there were so many of them, on shelves stacked as high up as mike could reach without standing up on something, and some up even higher than that. the shelves lined the walls to the point where there was almost no wallspace left.

"do you, like...live here?" you asked, voice vacant and spacey with distraction. you could see him shake his head out of the corner of your eye, a mere shift in the shadows of the still-fairly-dark room.

"nah, no water and shit. but i keep all my cool stuff here to show off to unsuspecting victims like you."

there was a hint of amusement in his voice, like he couldn't take himself seriously when he said it.

you were in awe at the sheer magnitude of it all, immediately drawn to a specific shelf that held a large, canine-like skull, and you dared to reach out and touch it just to see if it was real. mike didn't say a word, just watched you take it all in with a smug smile on his face. your eyes then caught a glimpse of a skull that was...human-shaped.

"woah, is that real?" you tried not to gasp as you got closer to it and placed your hand against the round cap of the skull.

"no, but..." mike walked closer to you, closer and closer, until you were forced to look him in the face, and were backed into the only clear wall space next to all the shelves, "i have been trying to get a real one for my collection."

his tongue poked out to swipe against his lower lip as he enveloped you in his warmth and looked you dead in the eye. his eyes were still so blue, even without a light source to brighten them. it didn't make you uncomfortable, but it did make you shift your weight from foot-to-foot, and your breathing got heavier. you couldn't make yourself break your gaze from his.

he laughed at you, just like he had been doing all night long. it didn't hit you until this time, though, that it felt like getting bullied; like being invited over to the cool kids' table for lunch so they could make fun of you after, or being asked out as a joke so they could laugh at you for getting excited over it.

you were wrapped up in your conflicting feelings when you felt a warm hand touching the skin of your waist, your shirt hiked up just enough to slip it underneath. your eyes sparkled with more emotions than you could keep track of as he looked back at you.

"you like that, don't you?" mike finally broke the silence, but never broke your mutual stare. his hand squeezed at your skin gently, thumb rubbing against it, and he leaned in close enough that your noses were touching, ever-so-slightly. he lowered his voice to a hushed, near-whisper.

"you like when i make you feel like a helpless little prey animal."

it nearly made your breathing stop, your heart pounding in your chest like you might have an anxiety attack or something. the thing is, though...you didn't just like it, you loved it. mike's creepy behavior might have been off-putting to anyone else, and you couldn't help but think all throughout the night about how it should have been to you, too, but...the way he spoke to you like a victim, as if he could cut you up and eat you until he was sharpening his teeth with your bones and not feel an ounce of remorse, made your stomach pool with a fiery heat.

god, he was just so charming. maybe that's what made the Lords of Destruction seem so cult-like; this charismatic man, older than most of the members of his little 'club' and able to do cool, adult things, like buying booze and driving a car...you could understand what the younger members saw in him. they followed him blindly. even as self-professed satanists, he was like their true god.

mike's eye contact was intimidating. it made you want to shrink down small, and retract into yourself like an armadillo. like a helpless little prey animal.

"well?" the thumb and forefinger of mike's free hand met your chin, forcing you to stay in that long, unbroken staring contest you had still been doing. his face and tone were dead fucking serious. "say it. i want to hear you say it."

you whined, broken and defeated and aroused, and you saw the corners of mike's mouth flick upwards just the teeniest bit at your reaction.

"yeah." was all you managed, and it turned his slight smile into a full-blown one.

"that wasn't so hard, was it?" mike cooed, finally pressing his body fully against yours, and you tried to prepare yourself for what was to come next, because you saw it coming, but when his lips met yours, you couldn't calm yourself down like you had been hoping you would. you immediately moaned against his lips. the kiss was sloppy, and open-mouthed, and one of his hands moved itself to the side of your neck as the other crept upward, feeling more of your delicate skin. at least, he made you feel like your skin was delicate, and easily bruised or pierced compared to his own.

the coolness of his rings against your skin left an almost-burning trail as his hand made its way from your hip, to your waist, to your chest, and all the way back again, exploring the vast prairie of your body little-by-little. oh, god, mike knew what he was doing. you didn't doubt that for one second.

mike's lips detached from yours, and he craned his neck to bring them lower, latching onto the skin of your neck like a wolf going for the jugular to finish the job. he removed his hand from your throat, and he bit you, hard, over and over again, as if he really believed he was some type of vampire trying to suck your blood. you were scared to see how your skin would look in the morning, afraid of the maw-shaped bruises that would be covering your neck, throat, and shoulder.

as one hand rested on the dip of your waist, the other traveled lower, popping the button on your bottoms with ease, like he'd done it a million times over. ringed fingers found the gusset of your underwear, and they created a cool friction against your soaking cunt through the fabric, the sweat from being in this stuffy, un-air-conditioned house mixing with the wetness of your arousal and making for a damp spot in your underwear.

"fuuuck," mike groaned softly into your ear, feeling you up through the fabric, "is that for me?"

you only moaned, and nodded softly, which was notenough for him. you knew that when you did it, though.

"come on, use your words." mike's voice was muffled, lips busy pressing kisses to the already-bruising bite marks against your skin. you felt him reach into your pocket, and pull out something that really lit a fire under your ass; the pocket knife you had carried with you in case something like this were to happen. something like this, but, to put it lightly, less consensual.

you felt the cold metal press against the skin between your neck and your shoulder, but not the bite of the blade. he had left it folded up, a mere 'warning' of sorts, even if you didn't believe he would actually use it to hurt you.

"yes, mike. all for you." you whimpered out, and you could feel him smile against your skin.

"good."

mike dropped to his knees in front of you, pulling you down with him by the thighs until your knees also hit the hardwood floor. he guided you into another kiss, this one a battle of teeth and tongues as he pushed your torso backwards, your head hitting the floor with a dull (and only mildly painful) thud. he was hovering over you now, effectively straddling your body, hands tugging your shirt as far upwards as it would go without pulling it off so that his lips could roam your chest, and your stomach, and your navel.

your hips bucked wildly when he nipped at the skin just above the waistband of your underwear, and he giggled boyishly, hooking his teeth in the elastic and pulling it back to let it snap against your skin.

"you're super into this, what happened to my shit being lame?" mike looked up at you with wild eyes.

he sat up, stood up off the ground, and when you tried to follow him, a clunky boot met your chest. the pressure of it was gentle, but firm enough to hold you down, and he looked down at you sinisterly, unbuckling his own belt painfully slowly.

you could tell so easily how much he enjoyed doing this. he got a kick out of treating you like you were beneath him. making fun of you, talking to you condescendingly and patronizingly, and showing you that he had you cornered. his actions, especially, showed that; the way that he looked down at you as he freed himself of his skinny jeans was extremely indicative of how he saw you in this moment.

you couldn't tell if it was an act anymore. of course the whole scary satanist human-sacrificer front was fake, that was for sure; but you couldn't process whether or not he actually respected you in this situation or not. maybe that's another thing that should have been obvious to you. creepy, greasy dudes who borderline prey on teenagers are generally not your friend.

when he pulled himself out of his tight boxers, your eyes widened. it wasn't huge, but it was thick. as mike's ringed fingers stroked his cock, you found yourself unable to look away, trying your hardest to convince yourself that this was actually happening. he looked pleased with himself, like he knew just how much this was affecting you, and he did know, because it was affecting you greatly.

mike shifted positions, bringing himself back to the floor, and replacing the foot against your chest with his knee so that the other could rest next to your body. he was still hovering over you, just much closer, and his dick was mere inches from your face. your first instinct was to open your mouth. he got a kick out of that.

"oh my god, look at you." mike removed his knee from your chest, still fisting his cock, and straddled your torso. the lack of pressure allowed you to sit up on your elbows, and properly take him into your mouth with the guidance of his hand on the back of your head.

"god, you're fucking perfect."

you moaned around his girth as he coaxed your mouth down his length. if you weren't so focused on his words, you would have missed the small praise, but you didn't, and that sent a wave of heat down to your core. his hand removed itself from his dick so that he could rest his hand lightly against the base of your neck. you told yourself that he just wanted to touch you. your thoughts on it were solidified when the same hand moved from your neck to your cheek, and his thumb stroked your skin tenderly.

you didn't know what you were waiting for (permission, maybe?) to bring your hand to the unbuttoned hem of your bottoms and underneath the waistband of your underwear, but the boiling warmth in your stomach was too much to bear any longer. your fingers found your clit, and you began massaging it at a matching pace to your head bobbing up and down mike's length. it was uncomfortable; you had to crane your neck to take him all the way in, but the salty taste of his skin was addicting.

"god, an hour ago you were talking about how you didn't want to be here. what happened to that?" mike teased, the pads of his fingers scratching your scalp...lovingly? no, he didn't love you. this was only the second time he had laid eyes on you. there was no other word to describe it, though; the goo-goo eyes he was giving you as he did so didn't help prove that it wasn't like that. you thought that, maybe, the correct word was infatuation, as one of your hands trailed up his leg and rested on his thigh.

for a moment, he began bucking his hips into your mouth, breathing labored and grunts leaving him when he heard the disgusting sounds you made when the head of his cock tapped the back of your throat. it only lasted for a few minutes, though, before he pulled out completely and let you lower your head to the floor, an aching pain in your neck from the awkward position. he made sure your head didn't hit the floor so hard this time, though.

mike sat back on his haunches, careful not to put his full weight on your chest as he reached into his tight, hard-to-navigate left pocket. with two fingers, he pulled out a foil-wrapped condom.

"you make such a good cocksucker, but i reallyneed to fuck you now." he said, matter-of-factly, words muffled halfway through his sentence as he ripped the wrapper open with his teeth. he rolled the condom on, one of those silly, neon green ones you get free from planned parenthood, and crawled down your body. you were speechless, only meeting him with a broken whimper at the sheer way he spoke to you. when he saw your hand down your pants, he grinned.

"aww...you were keeping yourself good and wet for me?"

mikes fingers hooked into your waistbands, and you lifted your hips to help him pull them down far enough to take them off. you could hear the hitch in his breath when his eyes locked onto your nearly-bare form in front of him. they roamed your body, aimlessly, taking in every last piece of your skin that he could properly see. his gaze made you squirm. suddenly, you were too exposed.

"hey, man, pictures last longer, or whatever." you tried to sound jokey and confident, but it came out more sheepish than you intended.

"if i had a camera i would." mike shot back, as he rid himself of the thick leather jacket he wore, leaving on the heavy hoodie that was beneath that, before placing a steady hand on your hip. he used the other hand to bend your knee around his waist, like you were some fucked-up living sex doll.

when he gripped his cock at the base and guided himself into your heat, he went slowly, and surprisingly gently, letting out an inward hiss at the feeling of your cunt engulfing him like an ocean wave. it was kind of sweet; he was making sure not to hurt you. the stretch wasn't painful, but it was intense, filling you so much that you believed that, if he were any thicker, it would have hurt.

it felt amazing, and he settled inside of you snug enough that it was almost like two puzzle pieces fitting together.

mike bottomed out inside of you, filling you to the hilt, and he just sat there for a while. the two of you stayed in silence as he reveled in the entire situation unfolding before him. his hands wandered, groping you, and caressing you; doing whatever they could to be closer to you, and to have some kind of contact with your body. one hand met your jawline, and you ogled up at him, and there was something in his eyes that just looked so much gentler than before. less of that air of pure 'up-to-no-good'.

he leaned down to kiss you, sweeter this time, and you got a chance to focus on what his mouth tasted like. cigarettes, and red bull, and salt, with an underlying irony taste from the way his lips were so dry that they had splits in them. you were shocked (and grateful) that he didn't taste like sweat and unbrushed teeth, in all honesty.

before mike broke the kiss, he began pistoning his hips into you, ripping a moan from your throat and into his mouth. he smiled when he pulled away from you, and he started with a slow pace, pulling almost all the way out and steadily back in, and each thrust after that rose in speed just a little more than before until he had a consistent rhythm.

you were a mess, lifted up onto your elbows once again just so your head wasn't laying on the hard, dusty floor and legs locking him against tight against you as you let out soft noises of pleasure with each thrust. your eyes were focused on the space between you, but mike's were screwed shut, head hanging low in front of him as he worked his 'magic'.

he was quiet at first, but after a little bit he got louder, letting out needy moans as he fucked you like he meant it, like his life relied on it and it was the only thing he needed. when you reached down to put some more stimulation against your clit, this time, mike noticed, and stopped your hand in its tracks, replacing it with his own.

every thrust was like seeing sparks, every tap of his thumb against your clit made the fluttering of your walls around him more intense, and he could tell. he could feel you tightening around him every time he circled the bundle of nerves, and every time, he groaned salaciously, and hungrily, almost like a low growl in the back of his throat.

you were no better, though; your fingernails clawed at his heavy hoodie, gripping it for dear life until your knuckles were white, and moaning like nobody could hear you. for a while, you forgot where you were, how many people were in this tiny house, and how the cold, hard floor hurt your back the longer you laid on it. all that was on your mind, at this point, was the electrifying feeling of mike inside of you, touching you, and the high that you were both chasing, together.

you were both sweaty, his thick hoodie pressing up against your chest when he leaned down to bury his face in your shoulder and leave bites hard enough to bruise, the fabric surprisingly soft and cozy against your skin but causing all-the-more overwhelming heat between the two of you. you wondered why he wouldn't take it off, you wanted to touch him and feel the fiery heat of his skin on your fingertips, the way he had been feeling you up for the past while.

you snuck your hand underneath the hem of his hoodie, and the t-shirt underneath it, and he gasped, leaning his forehead into the crook of your neck. your skin stuck together, sticky with sweat, and your hand was ice-cold compared to his stomach as you traced the thin trail of hair on his navel, up to his chest. the skin there was barren, possibly shaven and not naturally smooth, and he was thin beneath all of those layers. he wasn't malnourished skinny, but slim and lean in a cute, almost feminine way. it was endearing.

mike planted kisses on your jawline, stubble scratching your skin and the pace of his thrusts grew sloppier by the second. he moaned like a whore, barely able to get a thought out other than 'fuck' and 'oh, god'. he was barely able to warn you when he gripped your hip tightly and stilled deep inside of you, still rubbing at your clit but choking out an 'oh fuck, holy shit, i'm about to cum' as he sank his teeth into your shoulder and moaned lowly. you could feel him filling up the condom inside of you, warm and filling but not gooey-feeling, which was a plus.

"shit, i'm sorry." he panted out, after a short period of silence and attempts to catch your breath. he placed both hands on your thighs when he pulled out and began to dispose of the condom.

"it's alright, big guy, i have that affect on people." you patted mike on the shoulder lightheartedly, and earned a chuckle from him as he very sexily tossed the tied-up condom across the room, banking it off the wall and into a little unlined garbage can next to the desk.

"man, i thought you were doing good." mike jokingly shook his head, tucking himself back into his boxer-briefs but not bothering to re-button his jeans, and you took note of the way his long fringe stuck to his forehead with sweat, "am i gonna have to put you back in your place?"

it was then that you realized he was scooting down lower, and you took it upon yourself to shut up before you got yourself into any 'trouble'. you were way too wound up, already frustrated that the tightening knot in your lower belly was untied before it could snap.

"good." he muttered, a soft smile on his lips. he kissed the bit of skin right above your pubic region when he was down far enough, and his breath ghosting over you was warm, but against your wet, burning core, it felt like a cool breeze. it made you shiver, and then, when he dove right in. immediately licking relentlessly at your aching slit, an even more intense tremor rocked your body. your fingers tangled in his hair as that knot of arousal began tying itself back up in your lower belly.

you moaned desperately, and your voice was growing hoarse. mike rested one hand on your stomach, the other underneath one of your thighs, supporting it for a slight bend in your knee and a much better angle. he could definitely convince you that he was an expert at this; the way he lapped at your folds and traced circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue sent fire shooting through your veins.

all the while, he didn't look up at you; his eyes were closed. not tightly, but they were closed, like he was deeply focusing on the situation.

the hand that rested on your stomach moved down, all the way to your soaked pussy, and his fingers prodded at your fucked-out hole, still opened up from a good fucking but practically dripping as he easily guided two fingers inside of you.

mike did, possibly, the hottest thing he could ever do; opened his eyes, half-lidded, and looked up at you through his eyelashes, tongue now working full-time on your clit. his face was wet and shiny, and his fingers curled inside of you, searching for the right spot to really bring you closer to the edge. he watched your face as he found that little swollen spot inside of you, and began massaging it in time with his tongue, seemingly satisfied at the way it drew a near-squeal from you when he did it.

he didn't change his rhythm, didn't let up or go faster; he stuck to the same steady pace, the same steady pressure, and waited. he waited for the way your fingers gripped his hair and tugged, and your thighs tried to clamp shut around his head, and your hips rocked against his face, until, finally, he felt the rapid clenching of your walls around his fingers. god, he was skilled at what he did. he continued his work on your clit, allowing you to ride it out for a few seconds before he pulled his fingers out of you and lifted his head.

mike wiped his hand on the side of his hoodie, then his face on the arm of it, before he spoke.

"so...you ready for the fun part?" he asked snidely, and caged you in with both hands on either side of your head as he grinned down at you, "i get to kill you now."

the darkness in his eyes still made goosebumps raise on your arms, but you rolled your eyes at him.

"oh yeah? what are you gonna do with me?"

he stood up, and reached out for your hand to help you, finally letting you stand on two legs off the hard floor and giving you a much-needed break for your back. he then began searching around in the near-darkness for your clothes to hand them to you.

"dunno yet, i can't decide if i want to eat you or ritually sacrifice you." mike hummed, buttoning his jeans up as you tugged your clothing back on. he buckled his belt, pulled on his leather jacket, and fixed his hair. you followed suit, cringing at the way your underwear felt against the mess that you had no way of cleaning up.

"yeah, just let me know."

you stretched your back, and he offered you a cigarette, which you declined. mike lit his own up as he began leading you back through the dark house.

"hey, uh, by the way..." you started, glancing back at the bed in the corner before you left the doorway, "why did we have to do it on the floor?"

"i would say it's dead people germs, but...i like my victims nice and vulnerable." mike snickered.

"are we seriously still doing this?"

"yeah."

by the time you made it back to the living area, it was mostly cleared out, only a few stragglers talking on their phones or sleeping on the couch.

"hey, i'm, uh...i'm about to leave these guys here, but...you can come to my place if you want. it's a lot less dark there." mike piped up just as he tamped his cigarette out on the wall and flicked the butt to god-knows-wherever.

"yeah, sure."

you followed him to the door, and he held it for you like he didn't just fuck you against the floor and eat you out like he really wanted to see what your flesh tasted like.

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