#anyway v sorry for the late reply anon ... I hope you enjoy!

[itgetsdark-x]

Hellooo I have a teeny tiny request: dbf!joel taking readers virginity 👀👀 what do you think? The idea just struck me and i believe this would be soo hot but also cute 😳 sry i‘m just a sucker for intimacy 🙈

Anyways it‘s just an idea, no stress, i love your writing 💕

A/N: wheeew, thank you for the request anon! I tried to write Joel a little softer here and it just had me in a mess! I hope this is okay for you and you enjoy it!! I’m sorry for the delay, honey <3

Summary: Joel was always hanging around your house and your dad, one way or another. You wanted him, and badly. He needed to be your first.

Word Count: 3.9k

Characters: dbf!joel miller x virgin!reader (f)

Warnings: 18+, minors dni! fingering (f receiving), first time reader, unprotected p in v (do better pls), slight praise kink if you squint, age gap (everyone is of legal and consenting age, reader’s age not specified)

It was a warm spring day, you were sat in the garden with a beer in your hand; across from you was your dad and his best friend, Joel Miller. Joel was almost a permanent fixture around your house now, he had been in your life for years and it was near impossible to imagine life without him, or how life was before him. 

He was a handsome man, close to your father’s age and admittedly, you had quite the crush on him and had done for a few years. Of course you hadn’t acted on it, you didn’t want to upset your dad or ruin anything in your life but then there were the lonely nights that you spent alone, your fingers rubbing at your clit frustratedly, never managing to finish, as you imagined the older man taking your virginity. You knew it was wrong but it didn’t stop you from fantasising, only now, it seemed to happen more frequently. 

You smiled as you sipped your beer, your mind wandering as your father and Joel were in deep conversations; occasionally you would throw in a laugh or reply to something either of them said but for the most part, you just enjoyed soaking up their conversations and the late evening sunset. 

You weren’t really sure how you had got to your age and hadn’t slept with anyone yet and part of you felt shame that you hadn’t, thanks to the throwaway comments from your friends or the way the media portrayed casual sex. You felt inexperienced and the longer you went without it, the feeling of shame and nerves only seemed to grow, you cursed society and your friends for making you feel that way. You had boyfriends previously but the time never felt right for you, and for that, you were proud of your morals and how you stuck to them. A lot of the time, when you didn’t put out for a partner, they left you and it was frustrating, and more importantly, hurtful. Still, no one ever felt right, no one ever seemed to compare to Joel in your mind. 

The sun had fully set by now, your dad and Joel were still arguing back and forth about something trivial and you laughed fondly as you watched them two of them. You had gone inside and to get a blanket which was now wrapped around your shoulders, the chill of the evening not effecting you. 

“Sweetpea, I’m gonna head inside and get some rest. Thank you for a lovely day and night.” Your dad spoke to you, fully addressing you. You smiled into his side as he gave you a brief hug and kissed the top of your head. 

“You okay to see yourself out? You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Y/N can setup the pullout for you!” Your dad offered to Joel. 

“I’ll finish up my beer and see how I feel after, thanks bud. I’ll see you in a couple days, at the bar, if I don’t end up staying. Thanks again.” Joel spoke, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Don’t catch a cold.” Your dad said, peering down at you when he felt you shiver. “I love you, sweetheart.” 

“I love ya too, dad. I’m fine. Goodnight.” You called to him as he closed the patio door behind him. 

A silence fell between the two of you, you placed your bottle onto the garden table and looked up to the sky, stars were slowly starting to twinkle in the evening’s dusk and you sighed. 

“What’s up, princess?” Joel asked, he often called you various pet names but that one always hit differently. 

“What does sex feel like?” You asked nonchalantly. 

Joel spluttered on his mouthful of beer and placed it down, clearing his throat. “Has your daddy not had the chat with you?”

“Well duh, of course he has but he hasn’t exactly told me what it feels like.” You huffed frustratedly, now looking at Joel. 

“I uh, I don’t know how to answer that question, really.” Joel admitted quietly. “Have you, uh, have you not?” His question tailed off as you shook your head in response. 

“Nope.” You hugged again, wrapping the blanket tighter round you. “Can’t even manage to cum when I touch myself either.” 

Joel shifted in his seat, somewhere in his mind he pictured you laid out on your bed, your fingers buried deep in yourself with a frown as you tried to work yourself to release. He pushed those thoughts deep down and shook his head. 

“Well it’s different for guys, princess. A lot easier.” He shrugged, hoping you would drop the conversation. 

“Yeah but you’ve obviously had sex with women!” You said casually. 

“Obviously.” Joel retorted. 

“Exactly, so like, you know how to make them cum unless, Joel Miller, you’re openly admitting you don’t know how to please a woman.” You laughed. 

“I know how to please a woman!” He defended. “Plenty of women, and I ain’t ever had complaints.” 

“Show me.”

It was a throwaway comment, the beers you had consumed flowed through your veins and made your lips a little looser than normal. Before you had registered it fully, the words had fallen from your mouth. 

“I’m sorry?! What?!” Joel asked, his voice a raised whisper. 

“S-show me… I want my first time to matter, Joel. I want it to be with someone who knows me and cares about me. You care about me, right?” You asked, getting out of your seat and sitting into Joel’s lap, your blanket discarded. 

“Princess. I can’t… I… it wouldn’t be right…” He mumbled, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than anything. “Your daddy would kill us both.”

“I’ll be quiet, please Joel… I’m desperate. Please.” You begged, your voice high and whiny. “I’ve seen the way you watch me, your eyes follow me around like a lost puppy. Especially when I wear little dresses. I’ve noticed it and I’m telling you right now, I feel the same.”

Before Joel could argue again, you dipped your head down and closed the space between your faces to place and innocent kiss to the male’s lips. As soon as you made contact you moaned softly into it; his lips were soft against his rough facial hair and it made you wetter than you could have imagined before. 

Joel held his hands up innocently, unsure whether he should indulge in this moment or not but there you were, sitting in his lap needy and innocent, quite literally begging for him. Cautiously he began to kiss you back, one hand came up to hold your cheek and the other held your knee gently. He commanded the kiss, tilting your head to the right angle as he dipped his tongue into your mouth to explore you further. He could taste the beer on your breath and the faint cherry of your chapstick, it drove him mad and he wanted more. 

“You’re gonna kill me.” He whispered almost silently. “Are you sure you want this? You won’t be able to have your first time again, are you sure you wanna waste it on me?” 

“Joel,” you stopped him from rambling further. “Anytime I’ve touched myself I’ve imagined it was you, I want you so badly. Please show me how to do it.” You whined. 

Joel’s hand tensed gently on your knee, the fact that he was the star in your late-night thoughts made him wanna take you right there and then. 

“Inside. We need to go inside, I’m not fuckin’ you on the table. Not for your first time, anyway.” Joel teased with a wink. “You’re gon’ have to be real quiet for me though, little girl.”

You stood from Joel’s lap and nodded eagerly. “Of course I’ll be quiet, scouts honour.” 

Joel laughed, a short breathless noise and followed behind you as you led him inside and upstairs to your room. 

As soon as you quietly clicked your door shut, the tension seemed to fill the room once more and you stood awkwardly by the bed. 

“Come sit, relax, princess.” Joel said quietly, his voice soft and hushed. 

He sat on the foot of your bed and gently tapped the space next to him, you happily obliged and sat down next to him. You looked up at him and swallowed roughly. 

“You nervous?” He asked gently and you nodded in response. “That’s fair enough, I promise I’ll be real gentle with you, darlin’ and if you wanna stop at any point, you tell me and we stop. This is all on your terms, okay?” He asked tenderly, brushing your hair out of your face to cup your cheek. 

You leant forward and caught Joel’s lips in a quick kiss. “I — what do we do now?” You asked. 

“What have you done before? Have you ever touched a guy before?” Joel asked and you shook your head to say no. “So you’ve never touched a guy’s cock before?”

“N-no!” You replied, almost ludicrously. “A guy tried to make me once but I left in tears and that was that.” You admittedly quietly and Joel stroked his thumb tenderly across your bottom lip. 

“Okay, well that’s not going to happen here. I’ve got you now. Okay?” He asked. 

“Okay.”

“Let’s start by getting you out of your clothes and comfortable on the bed, is that alright?” Joel asked. 

You nodded again, not trusting your voice as Joel removed his hand from your face to gently pull your t-shirt over your head. He then worked on your jeans, he unbuttoned them and you stood to shimmy them off your legs, you stood there a little awkwardly as Joel took in your form and admired your body. 

“Look at you.” He breathed, his rough hands smoothed over your sides and cupped your ass gently. 

You let out a quiet giggle as your cheeks flushed a light pink in embarrassment; no one had ever complimented your body before. 

“J-Joel, can I see you now?” You whispered, your voice shaking with pure anticipation. 

He smiled at you and gave a simple nod before he pulled his grey T-shirt over his head and pulled down his jeans before discarding them with your clothes. Your eyes roamed the expanse of tanned skin, hair peppered his chest lightly and a dark trail led down to his boxers where you could clearly see his half-hard cock. You had dreamt about his moment, being able to see Joel in such a state and it made your privates throb with need. 

“Why don’t you lay back and show me how you touch yourself, pretty girl.” Joel said smoothly, sitting down next to you on the bed again. “I can help from there.”

“Okay…” you muttered, quickly standing to shed your damp panties before you got onto your bed and laid down so your back was resting against your pillows. 

Joel shifted so he was positioned next to you, he was laid on his side and he watched eagerly as you let your thighs drop and you spread yourself further for him to see. He held back a groan as he watched your fingers dip between your wet folds as you began to circle your clit. You let out a high-pitched moan before you clamped your teeth into your bottom lip to silence yourself from making another sound. 

You screwed your eyes shut and your brows furrowed together as you rubbed at your clit harshly, trying to bring yourself closer to orgasming but never quite getting there. 

“Woah they’re darlin’, slow it down a notch… or ten.” He chuckled quietly, his hand coming to rest on top of yours to slow your movements down with ease. 

“Do it for me.” You huffed, opening your eyes to search for Joel’s. “Please.” You whined. 

Joel took your hand in his and brought your slicked fingers up to his mouth, he sucked them eagerly and moaned softly as your arousal flooded his mouth. Your eyes shot open widely, shock flooding them and you throbbed as you watched him. You rubbed your thighs together and whimpered weakly. 

“Sh sh shh, darlin’.” Joel cooed when he released your fingers from your mouth. 

He gently pried your thighs apart with his hand, your own fell to the side of you and your fingers toyed nervously with the sheets below you. 

“I’m gonna touch you, princess but you’re gonna have to be real quiet and you’re gonna need to relax for me.” Joel instructed sternly but his voice was edged with softness. 

You looked at his face and bit on your bottom lip, nodding your head in agreement. Joel ran his fingers through your wet slit and he bit back a groan at how wet you were already, so receptive and needy for him to touch you. You shifted under his touch, it felt so different to your own fingers or when you would hump at your pillows in frustration. His skilled fingers found your clit quickly and he circled the sensitive bud with delicious pressure, you bit back a loud moan and looked at Joel with mild confusion at how it could feel so good so quickly.

“Feel good?” Joel asked quietly, his breath fanned gently over your lips. 

“S-so so good!” You whimpered, your voice shaking as Joel worked his fingers perfectly over your clit. 

“Is it okay if I finger you? You wanna see how it feels to have my fingers in you? I’ll be really gentle, princess.” 

You nodded eagerly, not trusting your shaky voice to form a proper sentence. Before you had time to fully register it, Joel was gently pressing a finger into your tight hole, there was slight resistance as your wet heat stretched around his thick digit. You mewled quietly, the noise partly out of pain but mostly pleasure. 

“Shhh, I know, baby girl. I know. You’ve got this.” He whispered, kissing your cheek and your neck, trying to distract you from any discomfort as Joel’s palm met your body. “I’m gonna move my finger now.” He whispered and your body fluttered with adoration as he talked you through what he was going to do next. 

Just as he said, Joel pulled his finger out and gently pushed it back into you. He felt almost alien as he worked his finger in and out of your tight hole, he felt amazing and somewhere in your mind, you thought how you always wanted Joel in you. His thumb gently circled your clit and whilst you were distracted with the intense pleasure, he gently pushed a second finger into you, stretching you further and your eyes balled shut instantly. 

“Baby girl, you gotta relax for me. That’s it, atta girl, doing such a good job. I know, I know.” He cooed, his voice was so soft and it sent shivers down your spine as his thumb still circled your clit whilst his fingers scissored you open. 

“Feels…” you whined. “Feels so good!” You whispered, your eyes opening to look at Joel. “Please kiss me.” You asked tenderly. 

He obliged happily and his lips pressed to yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue invaded your mouth and you laid there as you took all he had to offer you. His fingers moved in you with ease now as you adjusted to the foreign stretch and somewhere in the depth of your belly, something bubbled and grew deeper. You had come this close before but never managed to get yourself over the edge. You moaned into Joel’s mouth, a little too loudly as he quickened his pace. 

“Fuck Joel,” you cursed against his lips as you panted, your chest heaved in your bra. 

Joel smirked, using his spare hand to free one of your breasts from your bra and he sucked your nipple into his mouth; his teeth nipped gently at it before he sucked on it a little harsher causing your back to arch up to him. 

“Something feels weird.” You mumbled, your voice was a quiet gasp. “Feels like I need to pee or something.” 

You felt embarrassed, not sure what was happening, usually when you got this far you would stop and go use the bathroom before coming back and trying again to make yourself cum but it never happened. 

“Mhmm, means you’re close. Means you’re gonna cum on my fingers.” Joel whispered, his breath fanned out onto your damp nipple and it caused a shiver to run down your spine. “That’s it, cum for me, please, princess.” Joel pleaded. 

Your thighs shuddered at his words, your hips spasmed upwards and you brought your hand to your mouth to keep yourself quiet as you felt yourself get slicker and cum around Joel’s fingers, your walls fluttered around his fingers and he praised you quietly, his mouth back near your neck. 

Joel pulled his fingers out of you and you grimaced at the lack of being full. He teasingly ran his fingers through your soaked folds and he groaned softly into your ear. 

“You’re so wet, you came so hard for me. Such a good girl. Was that your first time? You never managed to do that?” Joel whispered his praises. 

“Mhm, n-never managed to do that. Felt so good.” 

“Now imagine how good my cock would feel… you think you’re ready for that, little girl?” 

“Please.” You breathed, your hand shakily reaching for Joel’s hard member in his boxers. Your hand delicately palmed him through the thin fabric and you gasped at the feeling of him, he felt impossibly big compared to his fingers and your tummy fluttered with nerves and deep arousal. “You’re so… big!” 

Joel laughed and switched his position on the bed so he was situated between your thighs. “Promise to be so gentle with you.” He whispered, awkwardly shifting out of his boxers so he was finally fully naked. 

Your hands hungrily roamed the vast expanse of Joel’s skin and you hummed in appreciation, the moment you had dreamt of so many times was finally here and you couldn’t quite believe it. 

“Fuck me, please. Just do it already, I’m so turned on I’m shaking.” You whispered, making sure your voice was a hushed tone and it was true, your limbs shook with the anticipation of what was to come and you were shivering under Joel’s gaze. 

You had discarded your bra and laid there fully naked for him, he brushed his cock head against your clit and you let out a loud gasp, the different sensation taking you by surprise. Joel looked at you and cocked an eyebrow as warning and you nodded, taking the hint and bit on your bottom lip. 

“You have to stay quiet otherwise your daddy is gonna hear you being such a good girl for me and I know you don’t want him to see how needy you are for his best friend’s cock.”

He took his length and gently, so incredibly gently pressed the tip of himself into your hole. You bit down harder on your lip and your fingers scratched at Joel’s shoulders, trying to anchor yourself to him as he inserted himself slowly into you. 

Your nails left harsh crescent moon shapes into the skin on Joel’s shoulders as he bottomed out inside of you, you stretched around him and he held your cheek tenderly as you adjusted around his thick member. 

“I know baby girl, I know. Shh, such a good girl. That’s it, so good for me.” He whispered, his sweet praises sending a delicious shiver down your spine and straight to your core. You turned your head and pressed a kiss to his hand as the sting of the stretch finally started to wear off. 

“You can move now…” You muttered softly. 

Joel nodded and his hand left your face to hold your hips tightly as he pulled his hips back and sensually rolled them forward to push back into you. You whimpered, the noise was loud and it echoed into your room. Joel tutted and one of his hands clamped gently over your mouth, he squeezed your face gently as he built up a steady pace. 

His cock fucked into you, he managed to roll his hips just right and soon enough we was hitting the soft spot inside your spongy walls that had you moaning pathetically under Joel’s palm, the noises were drowned out as his hand squeezed over your mouth harder. 

“Touch your pretty little clit for me, princess. I want you to feel how good it is to cum on a cock. On my cock.” Joel groaned as your greedy hole sucked him in deeper and harder. 

You took Joel’s instructions and two fingers circled around your clit, you took onboard what Joel said earlier about going slower and it worked wonders, your eyes rolled back into your head as your stomach knotted tightly like a coiled spring. Your mouth opened under Joel’s palm and as you were about to speak, Joel stalled his hips. He was buried deep in you and instead of pulling back to push back into you, he rolled his hips so the tip of his cock nudged into you deeper than before. Your eyes fluttered shut, your fingers sped up and Joel took the chance to finally push back into you roughly. That perfectly timed dance had you cumming around Joel’s cock, the spring in your stomach snapped and you fell apart at the seams as Joel fucked you rougher. 

You whimpered as the overstimulation kicked in and Joel took you for his own, he fucked into you quicker than before and you laid there taking everything he had.  

“Where do you want me to cum, princess?” Joel asked. 

“M-mouth.” You shuddered out.

“Naughty girl.” He chuckled lowly and pulled out of you, you winced at the feeling, already knowing you would feel sore tomorrow. 

Joel positioned himself on the bed, knelt beside you as you sat up and timidly reached your hand up to wrap around his length. You gave a few testing stroke and he nodded down at you, encouraging you to move your hand faster. You did exactly that, your fingers worked nimbly around him as you stroked him to orgasm. You opened your mouth eagerly, your tongue sticking out and you made a small noise as the first spurt of his hot cum landed on your tongue. 

“Good girl, that’s it. Fuck you’re gonna kill me, look up at me with my cum on your tongue. That’s it.” He groaned, his voice low and sultry as your eyes locked with him. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you swallowed down every drop Joel had to give you. Your tongue licked at your lips as Joel swiped his thumb across your cheek. 

“Fucking hell, princess.” He huffed, collapsing onto the bed next to you. 

You couldn’t help but giggle and you rolled over to look at the older male. “Thank you, Joel. I really appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me. Thank you, for trusting me with your first time.” He looked down at you, his hand reaching out to tenderly touch your cheek as he captured your lips in a soft kiss. 

You smiled into the kiss as your fingers tickled through the hair on his chest absently. 

“Never wanna stop feeling this good.” You hummed. “You wanna stay here with me for a bit? Please?” You asked shyly as if you hadn’t just had the male in you moments ago. 

“Okay princess, just till you fall asleep. Don’t wanna have to explain that one to your daddy.” He laughed softly and kissed your forehead once as your eyes fluttered shut for the night. 

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[b1mbodoll]

gabi gabi gabi hi 🐾🐾🐾 i missed u today! m so sorry abt that last ask i sent you T_T i was feeling a little sad and it was late so it was a bit dramatic on my part but i really mean every word i said! i really find comfort in interacting with you and on your blog just in general <3 it makes me so glad to have found you! m so bad at being an anon bcs im usually so busy so i always try to make time to come here and check on you !!!!! so as another check in how are your today? i hope you're feeling all happy n cozy atm! how was your day??? i seriously would love to hear abt it (i find it a sense of affection listening to the people i love talk abt how they are so if its too much at times lmk baby <333) anyways gonna go read that hanbin ask from a while ago after this but i saw a lil glimpse of it and please don't apologize for it being late 💌 again writing isn't an obligation and i already am happy u spared your time to reply to little ol me! i double heart u! be back in a min 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

love 🎀 anonie!

hihi my cutie pie!!!!!! dont ever apologize for ranting to me >:( im here for u seriously!!!!!!! ur not a bad anon at all i promise my baby :( ill always look forward to ur messages when you decide to send them! dont feel obligated to but i love talkin to u as well! i am v comfy rn im cuddling with my cat n watchin a movie :3 thank u for asking n dont apologize for the question sweetheart i luv luv luv talkin to ya!!!! i hope u enjoy the hanbin ask ^^ love u sweetpea

#my sweetest love i adore u #♡.signed. sealed. delivered. #♡.sweetheart: 🎀

[amydancepants-peralta]

in the spirit of 4/28: if you’re willing to write non-peraltiago POV, could you maybe write the moment(s) that leas terry to decide he needed to tell jake to propose?

Terry loves love ♥

It all comes to Terry a few weeks after the squad captured the fugitives, on what seems like just another Friday night at Shaw’s.

(Which hardly feels like the ideal setting for an epiphany, but Terry supposes that’s what makes it so … epiphanic.)

It had been a long week - New York seemed to be feeling particularly felonious lately - and he was doubly tired from spending his Wednesday off helping Jake move apartments. With Sharon and the kids staying overnight at her mother’s, and high odds for a sleep-in the following morning, Terry’s plans didn’t stretch much further than washing his week away with a glass of whiskey or six.

That is until Terry noticed, about an hour into the squad’s drinking session; that a suddenly quiet Jake had removed himself from their booth, relocating to a seat by the bar where he could keep a close eye on the entrance. Amy was late - a rarity for any Santiago, but doubly so for Amy - and as Boyle plonks a fresh glass in front of him; Terry remembers watching her bolt out of the bullpen a few hours ago, a sudden lead on an otherwise dormant case too important to delay.

Terry hadn’t heard any updates since then; but given the lack of detailed reports landing in his inbox, and the look on Jake’s face whenever he checked his messages, he would have to assume the lead hadn’t panned out the way Amy hoped.

He’s in the midst of an argument with Rosa over which Friends character was superior (clearly Ross - Terry does not get all the Ross Hate) when Amy arrives ten minutes later, and Terry watches from his position in the corner as she heads straight towards Jake’s outstretched arms, her sense of defeat stretched clearly across sunken shoulders.

As though reverting to his detective days, Terry continues to observe the couple as Jake orders his girlfriend a beer, leading her over to another booth and sliding alongside her until their heads bow in quiet conversation. He thinks, as they talk and he sips, that there was once a time where Amy would have spent the rest of her evening at the precinct, pouring over paperwork, certain it’s the reason why they can’t catch the perp. Just as Jake would have taken the opportunity to boldly declare how he could have done it better - consequences (and unintentionally, feelings) unconsidered.

But now, Amy laughs with her head thrown back while Jake beams with pride; and in the past year or so has been known - after three drinks - to steal her boyfriend away to a slightly more secluded corner of the bar, dancing cheek to cheek to music only the two of them can hear.

It truly was the greatest thing to see, and part of Terry wishes he’d picked up on it sooner.

He watches Jake and Amy for the rest of the evening - even if they weren’t in the bullpen, these people were his work family, and Terry would look out for them anywhere - and as the empties begin to pile up at the squad’s table, the most simplest of truths comes to light. Somewhere along the way - in-between fire extinguisher roller chair derbies, robot captains and covert jimmy jabs - Jake Peralta had transformed into the man that Terry had always known he could be.

Gone was the promising detective that hadn’t quite figured out the puzzle on how to grow up, monopolising too much time in Terry’s therapy sessions. And in his place was one of the 99’s greatest detectives: a brilliant mind at solving puzzles, and a gentle soul who brought two extra gifts to last year’s Secret Santa, ‘just in case Scully and Hitchcock forgot again’.

Who's grin grew impossibly huge each time he’d said the words ‘our apartment’ since the move three days ago. A man who couldn’t get over Amy after that very first crush - no matter how hard he tried - because just like when Terry met Sharon, and they talked about Meatloaf until the bar closed around them; your heart always knows when you’ve found The One.

Jake had grown into someone that finally understood how worthy he was of love, and had a world of it to give in return. A man that was clearly ready to marry the love of his life - the one and only Amy Santiago - and her eyes already sparkled with an unspoken yes to any question of forever.

He thinks about the conversation they had that day in the squad car, racing to find escaped convicts and venting about wasted acrylics; and Jake’s muttered ‘Cool. Basically telling me to never get married or have kids’ in response. Terry hadn’t been lying - a march towards the closet does begin with a single step - but he’d neglected to mention all the great things that came with that closet.

Like coming home to see Sharon and the girls dancing to Destiny’s Child in the living room, or late afternoon naps with tiny heads snuggled into your side. Chaotic mornings filled with stress that melted away the instant you heard “I love you, Daddy”; and treasured moments of peace with Sharon, the couch, and a bottle of wine.

Terry would give up all the acrylics in the world for a hundred more moments just like that - and as the last drop of whiskey drains from his glass, he knows exactly what he needs to do.

***

Terry calls Sharon on the way home - waiting until he’s said goodnight to each one of his angels before telling her his plan. “So. I think Jake should propose to Amy.”

He can almost hear her smile down the phone line, and it makes him wish they’d be back from Sharon’s mother’s sooner. “You do?”

He shrugs into the otherwise empty interior, flexing his grip on the steering wheel out of habit. “Yeah. They’re clearly in love with each other, and … you know. He has that look.”

Sharon laughs - the same laugh Terry heard from his kitchen one morning, a year into their relationship, and just knew that he wanted to hear it for the rest of his life - before asking, “What look?”

“You know. The one I kept giving you when we first started dating. Like I’d finally found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. So excited and completely scared that somebody could try and take it away.”

“Mmm, I know it well. And when it comes to Jake and Amy, somebody almost did .. right?”

Nodding, Terry thinks of the afternoons he’d find Amy crying in her car, the devastation of another day not knowing where Jake was hiding too hard to conceal for another minute. “Yeah. Almost.”

“Well … if you didn’t try and play cupid, you wouldn’t be the man I married, Terrence Jeffords.”

Terry’s shoulders bounce as he breaks into a tiny happy dance, and he grins. “Terry loves love, baby. Almost as much as Terry loves Sharon.”

“I love you too, baby. And we’ll be back home the day after tomorrow, just in time for you to hatch a plan on how to play matchmaker with my god-husband. I have a pretty good instinct he’ll make a great actual husband … and hopefully it’s someday soon. I am ready for a night of serious dancing.”

* * *

Terry wears his lucky red tie the following Monday, settling into his desk to focus on paperwork as the question of exactly how his plan will unfold remains unanswered at the back of his mind.

Before it’s even 10am, he manages to catch five not-so-secret glances between the two lovebirds (a private joke of some sort dancing in their grins); and pretends to be pre-occupied with his work when Amy sneaks in a quick good luck kiss before Jake leaves for the interrogation room. Terry watches it all with a suppressed grin, switching between several versions of his How To Encourage A Proposal plan as he signs off on the last form in his tray.

These two were clearly in love - and Terry couldn’t wait to see them take that next amazing step.

He catches Jake in the kitchen an hour later, watching as the detective rescues the puzzle section of Scully’s newspaper from certain destruction, placing it on Amy’s desk with a grin. As they stop to discuss Ocampo - a dealer that Jake and Rosa have just begun to tail - all of Terry’s pre-conceived plans of a casual topic change fall quickly by the wayside. As it turns out, telling a person they should propose is not something that comes up easily on it’s own.

And then he opens the fridge for his next scheduled snack, and realises that all this time, Terry’s inspiration was waiting in the very things he cherished the most.

The blueberry and vanilla yogurt containers feel cool against his fingertips, and with his stomach growling at the promise of a delicious meal, Terry nudges the door shut with his hip and calls out to his detective.

“Hey, Jake. Let me show you something amazing.”

(Terry really does believe that yoghurt is the solution to everything.)

#is this a good 14mths late? yes #2020 was ... a year #this prompt was my Everest #anyway v sorry for the late reply anon ... I hope you enjoy! #b99 fanfic #feels like it's been 84 years

[javier-djarin]

Congratulations on 1000 followers babes u absolutely deserve it!!

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Look What I Found

A Javier Peña One Shot

Ship: Javi x Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 2,943 words

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Drugs, Mild Violence, Soft!Javi

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Summary: Since Javi is working late, you decide to go out with some friends for the evening. Little did you know that it would lead you right to the job Javi was working.

A/N: This was so fun to write! It honestly almost had a very sad dramatic story as opposed to this fun and cute one! I hope you enjoy it, Anon!! Thank you for the support and love!!! Spanish translations are at the bottom, and please let me know if you want to be added to my taglist!

Prompt 1: “You really shouldn’t be here.” Prompt 48: “I’m not carrying you to bed.” *carries them to bed*

You were wearing your tightest dress and highest heels when your friends stopped by to pick you up. Javi told you he was working late that night, and your original plan was to stay in and read a book. But when your co-workers refused to take no for an answer, you decided to dress up that night and go out with them. They were taking you down to a club in downtown Bogotá, which made you a little nervous. At least you were in a group. He had told you to avoid certain areas of Bogotá, because occasionally, Pablo’s people would frequent clubs in the area looking for more than just a quick deal. You knew if he found out where you were going, he’d be furious, but again - you weren’t going alone. 

You heard the blare of a horn just below your apartment building, signaling that your friends were anxiously waiting for you to get your ass out there. Grabbing your clutch, you slid out of your apartment and gracefully made your way down the stairs. Viv, your best friend down here, leaned out of the window and let out an obnoxious wolf whistle, drawing the attention of several people walking by. Your face burned and you glared at her. “Shut it, Viv!” you exclaimed, climbing in next to her. 

“I’m just saying,” she chuckled, bumping your shoulder. 

Juan, her brother who was driving, turned around and gave you a once over. “You sure you want to stay with that Javier?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes. “Aye, hermanito,” Viv whined, “just drive!”

He chuckled. Viv’s boyfriend, Carlos, was next to Juan and shaking his head. “No tienes oportunidad,” he chuckled.

Juan huffed and put the car in drive. Viv leaned against the opposite door and smiled at you. “So he has to work late, again?” she complained.

You nodded. “Yeah, but he did say he’d make it up to me tomorrow,” you devilishly grinned.

She squealed. You saw both of the guys shaking their heads at you, and your cheeks burned again. Javier had a reputation, though, and so there was no use trying to hide what he’d meant by that. He also wasn’t shy about just how intoxicating he found you. Never in a million years would you have thought that someone like him would ever find you attractive or loveable. You came with so much baggage that previous partners were too afraid to unpack. But, Javier? Something was different about him. It was like he understood the depth of your pain and trust issues. He took the time to unpack it all, and he loved you anyway. “Wipe that stupid grin off your face,” she laughed.

You glanced at her from the corner of your eyes. “Where are we going anyway?” you asked.

“Zona T,” Carlos replied.

You hid your smile. Javi was going to be so pissed at you. “Is everyone else meeting us there?”

Viv nodded. “Yeah, Mona had to run back to her apartment for something, so they all rode together.”

You felt a little more at ease knowing even more people were going to be in your group. It would be easier to disappear into the group and stay out of any danger, should the problems arise at the clubs. Juan parked the car just a block away, as parking down there on a Friday night was insane. Viv looped her arm through Carlos’s and you stuck next to Juan as you walked to the first club where you were meeting the rest of your co-workers. The club was packed to the walls and the music was loud. 

***

“Shit,” he mumbled to himself when he saw you walking into the club. “She said she was staying in tonight.”

“What is it?” Steve asked.

“Y/N is here. She’s with her co-workers.”

Steve’s eyes grew wide. “Um, does she know who is inside?”

Javi shot him an annoyed glance and grabbed the walkie talkie off the dash. “Espera mi señal. Tenemos un pequeño problema.”

“¿Qué pasa?” Carrillo asked over the radio.

“Nada. Espera.” He tossed the walkie on the dash. “Stay here.”

“Where are you going?”

Javier sighed and opened the door to his Jeep. “I’m dragging her out of there so she isn’t in the crossfire.”

Steve leaned across the seat and grabbed his arm, pulling back into the Jeep. “You’re going to blow our cover. The second they see you…”

He whipped his head back around and stared at his partner. “I don’t give a shit. I want her out of there before Carrillo goes in guns blazing. Did you forget about La Dispensaría?”

Steve cringed. He remembered that incident. An innocent woman was murdered in the process of them getting Poison, and he was certain those photographs were flashing through Javier’s mind. “I told her to avoid these areas, for this reason,” he muttered, staring at the door, “so, I’m going inside to get her before she’s another picture in the paper.”

He let go of Javier and nodded. “Take the radio at least,” he said, “in case you need back up.”

Javi chuckled and grabbed it, clipping it to his belt. “We will be back in a few.”

Steve shook his head, knowing they were about to cause a scene. You were too stubborn to just let him boss you around, and Javier was too bull headed to take no for an answer. 

***

You were on your second drink when Viv pulled you onto the dance floor. You quickly finished it and followed after her to dance to her favorite song. You both twisted and turned with your hands in the air as you let the rhythm of the music move through you. It’d been a while since you cut loose. Juan approached the two of you after the song ended with another drink. You smiled at him as a thank you and sipped away.  You were leaning against the bar when you felt a hand on your shoulder and someone whisper into your ear, “You really shouldn’t be here.”

You sighed and spun around to look at him, drink in hand with a large grin. You leaned forward and gave him a chaste kiss. “I’m here with a group at least,” you replied, with a smile. 

He rested his hand on your waist, holding you close to him. “No, all of you need to get out of here.”

You turned around and grinned at Viv, who was leaning up against the bar next to Carlos. You gave her a wink and turned back to Javi. “We’re fine,” you replied, taking a long drink from your cup. 

He frowned at her and took the almost empty glass from her hand. “Hermosa,” he cautioned, “I’m serious. It’s too dangerous for you to be here.”

“Peña, do you copy?” the radio buzzed.

He growled. “¡Espera!” He exclaimed into the other end.

“Javi,” you said, resting your hands on his chest.

He grabbed your wrists and held them down at your sides. “You said you were staying in tonight. What happened to that plan?” He said, the worry lines on his forehead growing.

“Viv convinced me to go out for a little while, since you were working late,” you smiled, trying to ease him.

Javier let out a deep breath and looked at her friends behind her. “How much have you had to drink?”

You shrugged. “I think this is my third or fourth.”

He groaned and held the button down on his radio. “Estoy en el club y lo buscaré.”

“Esperaremos tu señal,” Carrillo replied.

“Tell Y/N hi for me,” you heard Steve add.

You chuckled at the annoyed look on Javi’s face as he glared from the radio to you. You reached forward and pressed the button. “Hi, Steve.”

Javier moved his hand and put his radio back on his belt. “Do you know why I’m here?”

The thought dawned on you. He was here for work, and suddenly an icy chill washed over you. The very reason Javi warned you to avoid this area was the very reason why he was there. You looked into his eyes, scared. He gave you a knowing, almost an “I told you so” look. Your friends had no idea what Javier did for a living, and telling them it was time to leave was going to be hard without exposing him.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

He couldn’t hear you over the loud club music, but he knew. He pulled you even closer and whispered low in your ear. “You will stay by me all night. The second shit hits the fan, I want you out of here.”

You nodded, trying to calm yourself, telling yourself that Javi was there and nothing bad was going to happen to you. Picking up your drink, you finished it and Viv ordered both of you another. Javi kept his arm around you all night. Occasionally, he would dance with you, but you watched his eyes survey the room, looking for his target. When you walked back to the bar, he was close behind you. “Hermosa,” he chuckled, looking down at you, “another one?”

You gave him a sloppy grin. “It’s helping with my nerves, so yeah.” You took a drink.

He leaned against the bar next to you. You could see him relax a little, which he couldn’t help but do when he was with you. You started to see the boyish charm come out before his eyes raked over your body. His gaze turned hungry as it stopped at the deep v in the front that allowed him to peer almost clear down your dress. He raised his eyebrow devilishly and grinned. “You sure you don’t want to leave now?” he growled.

“Ojos arriba, Peña,” you ordered, and he begrudgingly obeyed. “I’may be a little tipsy,” you slurred, and then immediately forgot the point you were trying to make.

He chuckled. “A little?”

Viv came up behind you and slung her arm around your shoulder. “There you are!” she said loudly in your ear.

He tensed and went back to surveying the room. She planted a sloppy kiss on your cheek and hugged you. “I thought you two left.” She looked at Javi and then leaned in to loudly whisper, “Not that I wouldn’t blame you.”

Javi hid his grin well but rolled his eyes. “Where’s Carlos?” he asked.

She looked behind her and saw him standing next to Juan. Mona approached them with something in her hand, and you saw Javi tense even more. His hand was suddenly on his radio. Javi watched Carlos take the bag from her and walk over to them with it. He gave him a look, glancing at Viv and you before looking back at Javi. “You can get some of this over there,” he nodded towards a small secluded booth near the bathrooms. 

Javi grabbed the bag from him and nodded. “I think it’s time we find another club,” he added.

Carlos motioned for Juan to get the others. Viv, oblivious to what transpired, protested the whole time as he dragged her out of the front door. Javi pulled you close to him and grabbed his radio. “Él está aquí.”

“Copy,” Steve and Carrillo replied. 

“Movámonos,” Carrillo added.

Javi held on to you with a tight grip as he calmly walked towards the entrance as his men got into position. You saw Carlos taking Viv and the rest of the crew farther down the block to a different club as Javi dragged you over to the Jeep Steve had been sitting in across the street. When he saw the two of you, he shook his head and laughed. Javi opened the back door for you to slide into. You laid down across the back seat, sleepy from the drinks in your system. Javi grabbed his tactical vest from the floor and slid it on. God, how you loved him in that vest. You weren’t sure what it was, maybe it was the way it clung to his body. He saw you bite your lip as you gazed ravenously at him. “Not now, Hermosa,” he replied calmly.

You both heard Steve stifle a gag. Javi rolled his eyes. “Keep her in the car,” he ordered.

“Where the hell are you going?”

Javi glared at him. “I’m back-up.”

“Our orders were to stay behind and let Search Bloc do their thing,” Steve argued.

“I know,” he mumbled, “but Carrillo asked for the support. So, keep her here. I’ll be right back.”

The alcohol started rushing to your head. You wanted to sit up and argue with him, force him to stay, but you knew that you were now useless in that situation. You closed your eyes, feeling the Jeep start to spin. If you stayed calm, maybe, just maybe you wouldn’t throw up. You focused on your breathing as you laid on your side with your eyes closed. You heard shots coming from the area, and you jumped at each one, praying Javi wasn’t on the receiving end. Hours seemed to have passed until Javi rejoined you back in the Jeep. “They got the fucker,” he said, tossing his vest behind his seat on the floor. 

You felt his hand rest on your head. “Are you okay, Hermosa?”

You glanced up at him with a drunken smile. “Si, mi amor.”

A grin crept across his face as he kissed your temple before climbing into the front seat. You could hear them talking about the mission, but you were in and out of a very drowsy stage as you fought off sleep. Steve mumbled something about Carrillo, and Javi told him to shut up. Soon, you had fallen asleep and didn’t wake again until you felt a hand brush the hair off your cheek. “Time to wake up,” he chuckled. Steve had already gotten out of the car, leaving the two of you alone.

You groaned and turned over. “Hermosa,” Javi said, “I’m not carrying you to bed.”

You smiled and now became determined to stay asleep so he had to carry you. You could tell he was standing there watching you sleep peacefully in the backseat. “I will leave you out here.”

No, he won’t. You thought. 

Just as predictable as ever, you felt arms around you, pulling you out of the Jeep and holding you against his chest. You tossed your arms around his neck and rested your head against him, breathing in the intoxicating scent that was Javier Peña. You could hear his heart beating fast as his hands gently cradled you. He walked up the stairs to the apartment complex door; he’d taken you back to his apartment, which you were grateful for. His bed was ten times more comfortable than yours. “If I didn’t love you so much,” he muttered as he slid past Steve, who had been waiting with the door open, “I would have left your ass in the Jeep.”

You smiled and looked up into his eyes. “You have the most beautiful eyes, mi amor,” you murmured against his lips.

He stopped just on the other side of the door and grinned at you. Steve gagged again and moved past the two of you. “Unless you want me to drop you,” Javi added, “you’ll let me at least make it to my apartment.”

You gave him a soft kiss and then rested your head on his shoulder. He held you tight as he tried to unlock his apartment door. Somehow, he managed. He carried you into the apartment and gently set you on his bed. He slid your heels off and helped you out of your dress before you curled up in his soft sheets. He soon joined you, after giving you some Tylenol and a glass of water. You felt his arms pull you against his bare chest, and soon you felt safe and comfortable. “Thank you,” you mumbled.

He kissed the back of your neck. “For what?” he whispered.

You rolled over to look at him, resting your hand on his cheek. “I’ve never had someone who cared about me as much as you do.”

He sighed and gently leaned down to kiss you again, this time more passionately. “I love you, Hermosa,” he breathed against your lips, “and I’d do anything for you. Even carry your drunk ass to bed.”

You chuckled and rolled back over so he could hold you close. You felt safe in his arms, loved even. Even after the two years you’d spent together, you still had a hard time believing that he loved you. Especially on days when you would ignore his warnings and get yourself into situations like you did tonight. You chuckled to yourself as you pictured his initial reaction. He was your favorite grumpy DEA agent, and you wouldn’t trade him for anything in the whole world. “What’s so funny?” he mumbled, half asleep.

You ran your hand over his. “You still love me even though I drive you crazy.”

He lovingly squeezed her. “More like completely insane, on a good day.”

You moved against him to get more comfortable, finally feeling at home in his bed. It had been a while since you thought about the other women that had the opportunity to lay in this exact spot. It used to bother you when you thought about the amount, but now you knew he was completely wrapped around your finger. He would do anything for you, and you for him. Somehow you found each other when you both needed it the most, and neither of you wanted to risk ever losing what you had. 

Translations

No tienes oportunidad - You don’t have a chance.

Espera mi señal. Tenemos un pequeño problema. - Wait for my signal. We have a small problem.

¿Qué pasa? - What happened?

Nada. Espera. - Nothing. Wait.

Estoy en el club y lo buscaré. - I’m in the club and I’ll look for him.

Esperaremos tu señal. - We will wait for you signal.

Ojos arriba. - Eyes up.

Él está aquí. - He’s here.

Movámonos. - Let’s move.

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[franeridart]

Anon said: Do you still keep up with black clover? 🥺

Hell yeah I do!! Only the manga, though!

Anon said: Hello first I'd like to say that I really love your art style and your drawing and I have a question about Akane it's pretty weird and may be already ask but can she control blood ? and so people ? sorry for this question it's very dark I was just wondering... Thanks

She can’t! Blood’s alive and she can only control non-living stuff, so anything of the like is out of the question for however hard she may try! Old/dead blood might be another thing, but that’s as far as it goes!

Anon said: I reeeeally love your art and may I just say that I totally appreciate the relationship dynamic your Kirishima and Bakugou have? I've been bingeing KiriBaku angst fics and your wholesome art makes me feel so much better! I like how your Baku is never an asshole to Kiri and how Kiri in return isn't weak-willed or complacent. You character portrayals are just so wholesome and still realistic

Thank you!!! I’m glad you like my way of going about them, I’m pretty sure at this point I put enough of myself and what I like in them that they aren’t exactly as IC as they could be, but I enjoy them this way! And I’m always happy to hear people enjoy them the same way I do, too!

Anon said: Hello hello I just wanted to say I love the way you draw Bakugou???? It’s just v v expressive v good,,, Ok that’s all thank

Thank you!!!! He’s loads of fun to draw, ngl!!

Anon said: I saw that you don’t take requests, but what about commissions?

Not at the moment, and at this point I don’t know if it’ll ever happen orz maybe??? We keep on hoping haha

Anon said: You ever just...exist???? Like bro what a weird construct.

More than weird I’d call it tiring lately, ngl

Anon said: I found someone on instagram who reposted your art and left them a comment politely asking them to take it down, would you like their tag?

Ah, for it to be of any use to me I’d need the direct link to the post, but this ask is old enough that I’d think you wouldn’t have it anymore orz it’s fine!!! I’ll live with people constantly disrespecting me, my wishes and my art, nbd

Anon said: You ever just get tired of being awake and go downstairs in the dark to get ur sleep meds because you have work to do tomorrow but u can’t wake anyone up so then you get super scared by everything?aha what a life. Anyways how’s ur day?!

Actually none of the meds I take are for sleep and also my house is one floor only so I can’t say I relate to that specific feel! And it was good, thank you! I ate cake, played acnh, wasted a lot of time trying and failing to find something to draw... fun times

Anon said: Hi it’s the anon who had the 8am class again. I didn’t take your advice cuz it’s 5:22am and I’m still awake oops. But I didn’t think u responding to my last message hold make so happy yet here I am smiling extremely hard at my phone. Ily Fran I cry

Ahhhhhhh I try to answer to all asks I get, so if you ever send one and I don’t answer is because I didn’t get it! Still... it might take a while for me to find the energy to reply..................... genuinely sorry about that....................

Anon said:k idk if you noticed or not but i just spent like the last hour of my life liking all of your shit because JESUS i love your art

THANK YOU!!!!! I can’t remember if I noticed, but if I did I assure you it made me incredibly happy!

Anon said: I got really sad because haikyuu and I came on ur blog page and now I’m :)

So happy to know I can put a smile on your face ;;; <3<3

Anon said: Sorry Umm do you still do bnha fusions? Cuz umm Tomura and deku forced fusion? Or Tomura and Overhaul? :3?

I don’t, sorry!

Anon said: i just wanna say that as a poly person i really love how you do poly ships, esp your old haikyuu bokukurooteru tattoo comic. like how you write relationships like that is just... so good and genuine and healthy??

Ohhhhhh man I’m happy to hear that! It’s a topic that means a lot to me, so knowing I can do it justice means the world!!

#fran answers #long post #replies replies replies #every time i swear i'll get faster at this and then a month goes by without an answer being given #i'm seriously #Seriously #sorry about that #orz

[insfiringyou]

BTS - They orgasm unexpectedly (all members)

Contains: Smut. Oral sex. Masturbation. Anal sex. Handcuffs. Strip tease. Dirty talk. Lots of mess. 

*Trigger warning for mature themes and slightly dubious consensual scenario taking place between a long-term couple * 

[This scenario was inspired by the anon prompt of the members cumming without warning and feeling guilty about it afterwards.] 

Although these scenarios can be enjoyed by themselves, we imagine them as taking place with their headcanon girlfriends, with them all being the next scenario after the events of ‘The Reunion’ for each couple.

You can find out more about our headcanon universe and ongoing storyline here and more about our headcanon girlfriends here.

To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM   /   Jin /   Suga /   J-Hope   /   Jimin   /   V   /   Jungkook & our full masterlist can be found here

Rated content below the cut

V (& Cassandra)

The door slammed loudly as he entered the hotel room, ears ringing as he slotted the safety lock through its frame and made a beeline for the double bed. He had known asking Ji-eun for details had been a mistake, but had pressed on anyway, unable to shake the feeling that she knew something he didn’t. He turned sharply, clutching bunches of his own dark hair as his eyes roamed around the small space, hovering momentarily on the sparsely stocked mini bar, before deciding against it. The older woman had smelled of alcohol as they met on the porch, her eyes a little glassy as he begged her to tell him what she knew. His cheeks felt hot now, remembering that detail; how pathetic he must have sounded. Cassandra hadn’t been replying to his letters, he explained, not knowing whether the hurt in his voice was reaching the other woman’s ears through her tipsy haze, or if she even cared. He had texted her when he arrived at the hotel, he continued, and when she didn’t answer he tried calling her. The number was out of service. 

Sourly, he recalled going to Cassandra’s studio apartment shortly before the dinner and knocking impatiently on the door. Hearing no answer, he enquired with the neighbour from the room below who informed him that he hadn’t seen her for several weeks. A few hours later, Ji-eun’s slurred protest made his chest ache. 

Flopping heavily on to the bed, Taehyung brought out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, and inputted his password as the conversation swam through his mind. 

“What did she make you promise?” He had asked, vaguely aware that people were moving around in the corridor behind him, probably on their way to the bathroom, but uncaring about being overheard. He had to know. “Please Ji-eun…” His voice cracked, barely more than a whisper. 

The woman seemed to ignore his question as she tugged on the hem of her skirt, subconsciously covering the smooth line of skin which was visible between the seams of her long dress. “Don’t think she want to…” She frowned, trying to find the right way of putting it. “She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

His mouth opened, a little winded. “But, Ji-eun…”

“You’d be better off if you found someone else.” A touch of sympathy crept into her voice but, in that moment, it sounded more like pity. “Like she has…”

It felt as though he had been stabbed. Back in the hotel room, Taehyung found himself clicking on the photo album icon on his home screen, scrolling past the photos he had taken on his last night with Jungkook, before he had entered service, before finding what he was looking for. 

“She’s seeing someone?” He had barely heard the words leave his mouth and, now, he felt the sting of Ji-eun’s reply echo through his mind all over again as he slid his hand beneath the waistband of his open trousers, clutching himself tightly. He selected a black and white photo he had stored on the memory card and tightened his grasp at the sight on screen. Cassandra gazed up at the lens from the covers of the bed, the vivid colour of her hair obscured by the filter as she smiled breathlessly. It had been taken perhaps a year ago, moments after orgasm; the darker patches on her cheeks still visible. His eyes roamed to her breasts, bare and full, lingering on the erect buds of her nipples. 

“I don’t know…” The sound of Ji-eun’s voice cut through his sweet memory, tainting it bitterly. “She mentioned on the phone, I’m not sure…” 

He flicked his thumb across the screen, moving to the next picture as he untucked his cock from the front of his underwear. The picture was taken from behind, though the stark filter remained; the base of his erection just visible between her fleshy arse-cheeks as he slammed into her folds. She loved it when he took photos of them during sex; knowing he would look at them later when they were apart and recall, in perfect detail, how her body felt as he touched and loved her. The following image had him in her mouth, her gaze fixed on the camera as she sucked his thickness. 

“You’re broken up...why do you care?” Ji-eun’s final line came to him as his brow furrowed, motion frantic as he pumped his cock. She had said it softly, but it hurt nonetheless. Without saying goodbye to the others, he had taken to the street, his legs carrying him back to the hotel in a jealous swarm of anger. He wondered if Ji-eun would reveal the conversation to the others; would explain why he had left the reunion dinner so suddenly, and realised he didn’t care. They must have known how much she meant to him; how much she still means to him. 

With a regretful sigh, he squeezed himself one final time, casting a guilty glance at the screen of his phone when he realised it had taken the brunt of his moody pleasure. The image of Cassandra was obscured behind the creamy liquid, and he groaned at the sight, not recalling whether the aim had been deliberate. 

He put it down on the bedstand and he got to his feet, stripping slowly in the quiet room which suddenly felt eerie. He realised, as he stood naked in the middle of the floor, that he honestly didn’t know what he was supposed to do next.

Jungkook (& Young-soon)

The sheer curtains seemed to float on the gust of wind which filtered into the bedroom; the ocean air making Young-soon’s naked skin prickle with goosebumps as she detected the scent of salt and, in the distance, the calming lull of the sea. 

Jungkook ran his hands along the gentle curves of her hips as he felt his orgasm approach, appreciating the silhouette of her body from his vantage point above her. Perhaps she had been right when she lamented of putting on weight since moving out of the capital. But he wouldn’t have noticed had she not brought it up, and either way, the slightly exaggerated shape of her peachy bottom and the slight quivers it made as he thrust into her was undeniably sexy. If she wanted to take up her twice-weekly pilates classes again, he wouldn’t stop her, but until then, he wasn’t going to complain. 

“I’m so close…” He whined, gritting his teeth as she silently clenched around him, squeezing his cock between her walls and encouraging him to finish. He was unable to take his eyes off her; moving from the outline of her shoulder blades, along her spine until they focussed once more on her backside. The pleasure came to an acute edge as his entire body grew warm and, suddenly realising if he didn’t do it now it would be too late, he tugged himself from her warmth, the lubrication of her tight cunt allowing for an easy release before he pressed his erection upwards, holding himself tightly at the base as he slipped the head of his cock into her other opening. 

“Is this okay?” He groaned, a little belatedly as he felt himself spurt. 

“Yeah…” She gasped, moaning at the sensation as he came inside her, the shallowness of his depth causing his seed to drip around the edges of his engorged and sensitive tip. 

His orgasm was intense, but over too soon and he took a moment longer to appreciate the feeling of her wrapped around him, groaning once more in pleasure when he noticed how sexy she looked with his seed dripping out of her. 

“God...your arse feels so good…” He whispered, closing his eyes as he slowly became soft in his hand and reluctantly pulled away. 

She turned around, flopping onto the thick duvet and enjoying the way Jungkook’s gaze moved immediately to her breasts as they quivered against her chest. “Why did you switch?” She asked with a smile, parting her thighs and reaching between them. 

“I’m sorry…” He murmured with a blush, realising how the idea had only come to him seconds before, and how he had been unable to control his impulse. 

“About what?” 

His cheeks turned a shade darker and she laughed gently. 

“I like it too you know…” Slowly, she brushed her fingers against her opening, watching Jungkook’s eyes follow her as she collected the pearly liquid with her fingertips, trying to prevent his semen from staining the material as it continued to leak from between her legs.

“I should have warned you better..” He admitted, shaking his head slowly. 

Shrugging, she sat up against the quilt. “I feel a bit sore.” She murmured softly. “It’s just been a while…” Her eyes flickered to the cabinet in the corner of the room. “Can you grab me a tissue?”

Jin (& Min-seo)

“Are you sure you feel okay now?” Jin voiced his concern as Min-seo slipped him from his shorts, nestling closer between his parted thighs as he sat back on the sofa. 

“Fine.” She smiled reassuringly, moving her hand softly against him. “I told you, it was just for a moment. Certain food still makes me a bit nauseous.” 

His brow remained furrowed for a moment but soon smoothed out when he felt her lips close around him. “You really don’t have to…” He protested gently, already knowing his point was lost when she sank down further, taking him completely into her mouth before moving back; his cock slick and upright when she broke free. 

“Are you kidding?” She smiled, the tinkling sound of her breathy laughter filling the room. “I love doing this to you…” Confirming this, she took him back in; her hand wrapped around him as her head bobbed up and down his cock, controlling the depth carefully by moving her closed fist against her lips. His head eventually lulled back, eyes closing as he lost himself in the sensation, unaware how much or little time was passing until he began to notice the fragrant scent of cooking filling the air from the adjoining kitchen. 

As if reading his thoughts, Min-seo moved back and let him go with a soft pop. “Jeong-sun and Yoongi will be around soon.” She murmured, lips pressed gently against the tip of his swollen cock as she spoke, pumping him slowly. “I’d better check on the oven.” 

Before she could pull away, Jin let out an unexpected groan as he felt himself let go; his orgasm taking him completely by surprise and giving him no time to warn her. It took her a moment to realise he was ejaculating; the white liquid dribbling half-heartedly down his cock and staining the front of her t-shirt as he let out a startled and gaspy laugh. With an amused and equally shocked smile, she continued her motion against him, milking the last of his seed from the tip of his penis and ignoring the mess he was making against the exposed upper half of her chest. 

When she was certain he had expelled all that he had to give, she pulled away slowly, uncurling her fingers from around his thickness as he calmed down. 

“Was it me or the chicken that set you off?” She asked with a timid smile. 

As if on cue, the beeping sound of the timer on the oven began to ring, making them both laugh uncontrollably. 

“Both.” He grinned, cheeks stained pink. 

Jimin (& Ara)

She wrapped her fingers lovingly around the head of his cock and gave it a playful squeeze, her eyes roaming to the pair of fluffy handcuffs which were currently keeping him fixed in position against the foot of the bed. Jimin moaned, his eyes fluttering closed and lips parted. If his hands had been free, Ara knew, he would have used them to brush what remained of his hair back from his forehead. 

“Do you want me to dance for you?” She whispered, kissing his mouth gently as his eyes opened. He whined at the loss of contact as she silently walked to the edge of the bedroom, turning to face him and resting her hands between her breasts, where the silver flash of a zipper caught his eye. 

“Is that the costume you will be wearing on KBS tomorrow?” He asked breathlessly. It was a short, PVC number; with pink and purple hearts adorning the pleated skirt. The smallest hint of cleavage was visible above the V-cut neckline as she pulled the fastening down a fraction of an inch. 

“Yes…” She murmured. “We all have matching outfits.” Slowly, she pulled the zipper down the rest of the way, uncovering the strip of skin which ran down to her bellybutton as she swayed her hips gently. “Do you want to touch me?” Her voice uttered breathily as she smiled teasingly, her index finger pulling aside the shiny fabric to reveal a small, pink nipple. 

Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as she observed his silent reply; his cock twitched deliciously against his stomach as he grew hard, his eyes never leaving her body as she edged aside the other seam, pressing the round swells of her breasts together as she clasped her hands together in front of her, her nipples hard and pretty. “Well, you can’t.” She grinned teasingly, taking a step closer to prove her point. 

“You’re so mean Ara.” Jimin groaned, his cock now fully erect as he watched her dance for him, slowly pulling up her short, pleated skirt until he could see she was completely naked beneath; the small, neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair visible between her slender thighs. Turning around, she ran her hands over the soft, round cheeks of her bare bottom, teasing them apart until he could see her pink slit between. 

“What do you want to touch?” She moaned, the grin in her voice obvious. 

He licked his lips, suddenly wishing for a glass of water. They felt chapped beneath his tongue. “Your pussy…” He uttered breathlessly, watching in awe as she bent further over, arching her back and slipping a single digit between her thighs. 

“This?” She sank it in to the knuckle, slicking the finger before pulling out. He watched as she turned around to face him and sat down on the carpeted floor. His cock rock hard at the unbelievable sight he was witnessing, he was unable to help the sounds which escaped his mouth as she spread her legs, her feet flat against the floor as she played with her clitoris, brushing it between two fingers and circling it slowly. She watched his erection grow; his tip flushed and rosy as she moved to her cunt, pushing in two fingers and hooking them against her sensitive G-spot as she fingered herself. 

“God, Ara…” Jimin whispered as she added a third to join the others, pushing them inside her tight, pink opening with a whine. “I’m gonna…” Before the words had left his lips, he spurted onto his lower stomach, his testacles contracting on their own accord at the sight of his girlfriend on the floor, her fingers deep in pussy. Ara watched in fascination as he climaxed, once again knowing that he wished he could run his hands along his forehead, more out of habit than anything else. Instead, they remained bound above his head, the slight outline of his biceps incredibly sexy as his fists opened and closed in frustration; ejaculate trailing along the wispy hairs bellow his bellybutton and collecting in his dark pubic hair. 

Getting to her feet, she moved over to him and captured his soft lips between hers. “That’s my baby…” She whispered against his mouth, moving slowly to the tip of his softening cock which she kissed gently. He looked down at her with dark, blissful eyes; his cheeks and forehead shimmering with cold sweat. “Do you want to stay tied up?” She asked, flashing him a grin. 

Exhausted, he remained silent as she stood up, hitching her skirt to her waist as she stood above him; her pretty pussy directly in his eyeline as she moved closer and pressed against him. With a soft moan, he opened his mouth against her pubis, capturing her clitoris in a kiss.

J-Hope (& Nana)

He could tell how much she had missed him from the way her lips met his as soon as she walked through the front door; the sound of her clunky satchel hitting the floor filling the hallway as they pressed together, mouths opening frantically as they attempted to find a comfortable pace. He wondered, as they stumbled into the living room, desperately pushing aside the wooden frame of a chair to reach the table, if the novelty of having him back would wear off soon; if they would ever get used to seeing each other’s face when they returned home from their day at work, whether their matching smiles would ever fade. 

His long fingers found the edge of her white blouse, clutching at the soft fabric as he blindly searched for the buttons. They briefly broke apart and she let out a gasp as he quickly uncovered her up to the waist, too inpatient to unclasp the last few buttons and instead running his hands above the trim of her plain bra, his palms skimming the outlines of her collarbones and sternum before tugging the cups down to rest beneath her the gentle swell of her breasts. 

“Hoseok…” She cried, unable to help her moans as he ran his parted lips along her exposed skin, his mouth seemingly unable to focus on one place for too long, but making a point of kissing her breasts sweetly. 

“Your body is so amazing…” He whined against her, flicking his tongue against her nipple before gently turning her by the waist, encouraging her to bend down against the kitchen table. He hitched up her long, floaty skirt, the excess fabric bunching against her lower back as he untucked himself from the confines of his trousers with a small whimper. He had been feeling uncomfortable for the past few minutes and the cool air which hit him as he freed himself came as a relief. Moving aside the pink crotch of her panties, he slipped into her with ease, his entire cock becoming sheathed by her warmth as she moved her hips back to meet his; their bodies coming together loudly as they set a vigorous pace. 

Their moans became less pronounced as he fucked her hard, his hands moving from her narrow hips, around the edges of her blouse and to her breasts which he cupped firmly as they struggled to catch their breath, equally lost in the sensation of each other. 

“Feel...so...good…” He managed to gasp between shallow intakes of air, sensing that he was getting close, but unable to completely tell as the sensations and animalistic sounds they were making blended together like music.

Too late, he realised, he had slipped out of her, his upright cock brushing the soft warmth of her panties as he ejaculated with a loud groan. Without thinking, he grasped the bunched material of her skirt between his hands as his seed began to spurt on the smooth skin of her lower back, the pleated fabric catching his cum before it had time to drip down her thighs and make a mess on the floor. 

‘Oh shit…” He cried, cheeks staining red as his cock twitched against the make-shift canopy, realising what he had done. Finally catching her breath, she paused against him, belatedly realising he was no longer inside her. 

“Oh god…” He whispered, clutching her skirt against the bony rump of her backside, unsure of what he should do. “Sorry…”

“What happened?” She asked, the smile in her voice obvious as she tried to look over her shoulder, her tightly permed ringlets bouncing against her open blouse. 

His gaze lingered on the mess he had made and his eyebrows furrowed into his forehead as he winced. “Did you bring a change of clothes?” 

“I always do…” She laughed softly. “Why? Did you cum?” She asked bemusedly, slowly straighetning up as she edged her way off the table. 

“Yes…” He straightened out the skirt at the feel of her movement, unable to tear his eyes away from the cloth. “It sort of went on your skirt.” He admitted quietly. 

“What?” Reaching behind her, she took the edge of the fabric from him and tried to peer over her shoulder at the damage, pulling away when she realised she had gotten some of it on the back of her hand. Hoseok watched on with embarrassment as she promptly dropped the material and wiped it on the waistband.

“You didn’t think to use your own clothes?” She asked, slightly unimpressed but with an ounce of humour beneath the surface. 

“I wasn’t thinking…” He cringed apologetically.

Suga (& Jeong-sun)

Jeong-sun’s eyes lingered on the red paperback in Yoongi’s hand as she closed the bedroom door behind her, observing with a smile his square, clear-framed glasses and the thick wedge of pages beneath his left hand. The title was instantly recognisable; he had clearly taken it from her bookshelf in the living room.

“Aren’t you just living the life of luxury?” She quipped with a smile, setting down her purse and edging her way to the double bed. He was propped against the headboard, using a few extra cushions from the sofa to support his back.

“I put up the curtain rail.” He commented, using his thumb to save his place as he lowered the book to follow her with his eyes as she moved across the room. 

“Which one?” 

He smirked. “The one that’s been sitting in the living room for the past month.” 

“Oh.” Jeong-sun hid her smile as she crawled onto the sheets, not bothering to change out of her uncomfortable work uniform as she flopped onto his lap. He couldn’t help but grin as she nestled her head against his lap, shifting on her side to get comfy. She noticed from the moment she stepped through the door that the apartment had been tidied a little; the washing up she had left in the sink dried and put away, and her kitchen floor mopped and polished. 

“It’ll stop the neighbours from looking in.” Yoongi muttered, carefully putting the book down on her bedside table, leaving it open so he could come back to it later. 

“There’s not much to look at…” She shrugged, playing with a loose strand of cotton on his loose-fitting joggers. 

“I disagree.” He replied, voice full of coquetry as he looked at her, the ceiling lights reflecting in her glasses. “How was work?” 

“Worky.” She murmured unconvincingly with a small sigh. “Do you want me to see if there are any jobs going?” Her grin made his stomach grow warm as he realised she was teasing him once again for the amount of spare time he suddenly seemed to have on his hands. 

“I’d get on your nerves.” He replied, stroking a stand of dark hair which had fallen against the frames of her glasses. 

She laughed softly, body softening against him as he ran his hand along her arm gently. “I’m glad you are finally getting time off. You deserve it.” She admitted, squeezing his hand lovingly. “Where are you up to, in your book?” 

He thought for a moment, eyes narrowing behind his lenses. “She’s just blown up the gas station.” 

Jeong-sun smirked. “A bit of an overreaction if you ask me...all over some pig blood.” 

His thumb brushed her shoulder, holding her close. “I don’t think I’d be happy if it happened to me.” He protested gently, letting out a small, breathy laugh. 

“I guess not.” She murmured in reply. 

“I felt bad for her.” He shrugged. 

“That’s because you’re a good person.”

He mumbled, growing quiet as she slipped her hand across his thigh, stroking it through the fabric comfortingly before moving to the space between his legs. He grinned, gums flashing. “Am I boring you?”

She met his gaze. “A little bit.” She teased, moving more purposefully against the bulge, before slowly edging down the elastic of his joggers. He moved his hips from the bed, allowing her to work on his underwear as she slipped out his cock idly, grasping it at the base. He wasn’t hard, but she didn’t seem to mind as she moved it towards her lips. “Should I?” She asked, pausing. 

He felt a little breathless as he looked down at her, her face inches from his groin as she settled in his lap. “If you want to.” 

Instead of taking it in, she shuffled closer so it lay across her mouth, opening her lips against its length, and moving her tongue slowly against his skin. He let out a quiet moan as she cupped the tip in her palm, pumping the head ever so slightly and touching her lips to the base, sucking it lightly. Taking her time, she ran her fingers along him, following the trail with her wet, warm tongue as he quickly swelled in her hand. He tilted his head to look at her languidly. 

“You look nice today…” He whispered honestly, mouth parting in a silent moan at the feel of her lips momentarily closing around his sack, touching her tongue to the textured skin, before pulling away. 

“Thanks. I ironed my shirt.” 

He laughed softly as she sucked his cock gently, pushing it between her lips and allowing her saliva to pool a little, slickening him before she continued to lick along his shaft, moving her mouth from side to side. 

“Where feels best?” She eventually asked, curling her fist around the centre of his erection.  

He let out a breathy exhalation, loving her so completely in that moment he thought his chest might burst. “I’ll let you know.”

She extended her tongue, touching it to his frenulum. “On a scale of one to ten?” She asked jokingly. 

His gummy grin remained, realising she was serious. “Eight.” He answered honestly. 

She smirked and trailed her tongue down, holding his cock against her lips. “And here?” She challenged him. 

He laughed. “Still an eight.” Stroking her cheek with the backs of his fingers, he gazed at her lovingly. “It’s nice though…”

She raised an eyebrow flirtily. “You’re hard to please.” She joked, brown eyes swimming with mirth beneath the flash of her glasses.

Still grinning, he took himself from her, gently holding his cock between his fingertips as he adjusted his position slightly and brushed his spare hand against her lips, stroking them with the pads of his fingers. He fancied he could feel the gentle beat of her pulse beneath the plump skin, and he lowered himself against her parted mouth. “Try this part.” He suggested in a low voice. “Lightly...try to flick your tongue…”

She complied, moving her muscle rapidly against his shaft and enjoying the soft groan which escaped his parted lips as he briefly closed his eyes. Opening them again, he watched her carefully. “You’re beautiful…” 

Closing him in her fist, she smirked. “And I haven’t even taken my glasses off yet…” She scoffed. 

“Do you want to?” He asked breathlessly, curling his fingertips gently in the thick mat of her dark hair, brushing against her scalp. 

She shook her head, observing how wet his cock was in her hand; how it glistened with her saliva as she slickened it liberally; how she could appreciate the clear pools of precum up close which beaded attractively on the end of his swollen and rosy tip. “I want to see what I’m doing.” She admitted, kissing the head sweetly to prove her point. “You know I can’t see for shit without them…”

His stomach fluttered as she moved against him gently, lazily, in no rush to move on. Reaching with his spare hand, he nimbly moved to her buttons, unfastening the tight, work-issued blouse which stretched across her bust until he uncovered the soft skin of her stomach; the flash of her belly button just visible beneath the fabric. Slowly, he edged it away from her covered breasts, his eyes roaming from her face and lips to the magenta lace of her bra and deep swell of her cleavage. 

“Better?” She smirked against him, half-expecting him to touch her and realising, when he sat back, he was content just to look. 

“Your tits look great.” He agreed, voice low and breathy. “New bra?” He asked. 

“I feel like they’re being crushed. I’ll probably try to return it.”

“The colour looks good on you.” He commented. The fit was clearly designed to be a push-up, and it accentuated her already large breasts, flattering their shape.

She laughed softly. “Then maybe I’ll keep hold of it…”

“Please do.” He agreed softly, his voice becoming breathless. “Or find something more comfortable...but the same colour.”

“You like it?”

“It’s different…” He shrugged. “I didn’t think you’d pick something like this.”

“A change is as good as any…” She mumbled indifferently. 

Leaning down, he kissed her forehead gently. “Not always…” He whispered, hoping she knew what he meant. When he pulled away, her mouth returned to his tip, sucking on the edge gently while her hand curled around his base. Without warning, he felt himself let go, his orgasm coming in sharp and taking them both by surprise as he ejaculated a thin, long stream against her face, his groan brief and low, reverberating in his throat. There was a moment of silence as she blinked beneath her glasses, the frames obscured by the substance which covered them. 

“Well at least you didn’t get it in my eye…” She said, expression unreadable.

A timid grin crept onto his face as he reached forward guiltily. “I’m sorry…” He took off her glasses and slowly placed them on the bedstand, beside the copy of Carrie, before returning to her. Biting the inside of his cheek at the straight look on her face, he wiped her cheeks with her thumb, brushing his semen from her face and wiping it on the front of his t-shirt.

“If you keep cumming on my face and tits, I’ll never be a mother.” She mumbled drily. 

It was too much, and he snapped his head back in laughter as she followed shortly after, chest heaving beneath her push-up bra as she slowly sat up, her back aching a little from staying in the same position for too long. He watched as she got to her knees and gestured to the corner of his mouth with a small smile. 

“Oh…” She realised with a blush.

“I really am sorry.” He admitted, shaking his head softly as she wiped the edge of her mouth. He wondered what else he could possibly say, but before he could, she pushed her fingertips between her lips, sucking the ends as she met his gaze cooly.

RM (& Ji-eun)

He had been in a bad mood all evening, but she thought taking a shower together might lighten him up, before his return to the base the next day. The hotel was cosy and intimate, a nice change from the white walls and stark prints of their shared apartment, but his mind had been elsewhere. She knew he had used up all of his vacation days and tried to reassure him that the rest of his time in service would pass quickly; that they would be together again before his birthday in the Autumn. 

She had gone commando, but so far, he hadn’t noticed. Slipping off her black dress, she took his hand and stepped into the shower, turning on the stream of water as she got to her knees. In spite of, or perhaps because of his frustration, she found him to be hard when she took him in her warm mouth, moving slowly down his length and cupping his balls gently in her palm. They felt softer than she remembered, and she moved along them slowly, teasing them lightly with the tips of her manicured fingernails as she sucked him; the water from the shower cascading across her spine and over her dark hair which she tied back, using the band around her wrist to keep it from her face. 

His sighs were gentle as he closed his eyes against the stream, splashing water across his cheeks and forehead as he tried to enjoy himself, his girlfriend’s mouth as loving as it ever was, and just as talented as she moaned around him, her voice sending gentle vibrations through his body. 

She scratched along his thighs, attempting to work him up but being careful not to hurt him as the water continued to flow over their naked bodies, a few stray strands of hair starting to come loose and sticking to her forehead as she continued her motions. Her jaw began to ache and she realised how long this had been going on for. Suddenly, without warning, she felt Namjoon’s hand press against her shoulder, squeezing it to get her attention. 

“Stand up…” He murmured. Opening her eyes to look at him, she complied with his request, treading slowly so as not to slip against the porcelain base as she straightened up. She felt his hands on her hips, grasping her firmly and spinning her around to face the wall. Her cheek pressed against the cold tiles and she let out a startled gasp at the unexpected change in temperature as he pushed against her, holding her still. It took her a moment to realise what he was doing and she heard the low, frustrated grunts coming from over her shoulder before she felt his motions against her, his hard cock pressed against her lower back as he jerked himself roughly. Her nipples felt as hard as stones as they connected with the wall, his spare hand keeping her still as he finished, quickly, against the round flesh of her arse, with a groan. His seed was warm as it trickled down her thigh, and he promptly let go of her, his breath ragged and uneasy as he came slowly down from his high. 

“I’m sorry…” He murmured, voice low as he stepped back. 

The lines of her forehead wrinkled in a solemn frown, she turned to face him, reaching behind to wipe herself clean and running her hand under the tap. “I don’t think I liked that…” Her voice came out a little shaky; baffled and a little put out, as she watched him breathe in heavily, his gaze fixed ashamedly on the floor, wondering what had come over him. “You could have just said if it wasn’t working for you.” She continued, brushing the remainder of the tap water from her eyes as she pushed open the shower door. 

“I’m sorry…” He repeated quietly. 

Steam filled the otherwise bright room, and he followed Ji-eun’s form as she stepped out of the shower and walked, naked, into the adjoining bedroom, searching through her small suitcase for a towel. Turning back to the wall, he switched off the tap and silently waited for his breath to finally slow. As he watched the last of the water drain down the plug; he contemplated what he had done, the look of hurt on his girlfriend’s face and felt like the world’s biggest arsehole.

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[fleshkiss]

gosh uhh i got into v3 fairly recently and i adore your art sm! i always get this giddy feeling and want to leave a comment but get so nervous kdsjfhk yeah anyway i hope you have a great day ;v;9 (and good luck with rl things too!!)

waaaH how cool anon welcome to the V3 party i hope you enjoy your stay!! 🥳💕💕💕 OHHH!!! you are so sweet WHAT!?! thank you so much enjoying my art, hearing that really means a lot and makes me so so so happy! ;u;<333 OH i totally get the feeling about being nervous leaving a reply but for what it’s worth, personally comments are always welcome but ur comfort is important as well! just the thought alone seriously means a lot too!! 🥺💜💜💜 also aaaa your kind wishes mean sm th-thank you!! i’m so sorry for the late reply but i hope you have a great day where you are too and am wishing you the best w everything on ur end too! we got this!!

#anon #anonymous #asks #you guys are so nice i'm having a cardiac event ahskdhsdsk #thank you... ;u;

[underaswift-sunrise]

Hello hello, anon here (*≧▽≦)ﾉｼ)) I hope all has been well with you! Sorry for not sending an ask sooner. I thought it’d be fun to send one after a few episodes each week of Word of Honor so we could talk about it or FANGIRL over certain scenes (if you want, no pressure if you don’t)... for example, ep 20, just WOW! All the feels when Longque was revealing his side of the story of what happened in the past! Like, yikes! What a drama show and so much heartbreak ヽ༼ಢ_ಢ༽ﾉ and watching Wen Kexing’s reactions. And THAT scene, you know it, the comfort moment Zhou Zishu gave to Wen Kexing (٭°̧̧̧ω°̧̧̧٭) I feel so bad the viewers of YOUKU didn’t get that scene, they were robbed of it!! I wonder what other scenes will differ between YouTube and YOUKU.. (゜-゜) And poor Wen Kexing, he’s so conflicted and reluctant to openly accept Zhou Zishu as his senior. But also, after that episode, I respect Zhou Zishu further. He didn’t pressure Wen Kexing to tell Longque his true identity and he’s patiently waiting for Wen Kexing to tell him the truth... I respect that (*^^)v and aaawe man, gotta love the villain who plays innocent (◣∀◢)ψ I hope Zhao Jing meets his end because he looks like he is/is going to screw people over. And his relationship with Scorpion King is interesting... wonder if that will flip on its side later on haha! This show is living in my mind rent free and I don’t completely mind that HAHA ღ˘◡˘ற♡.｡oO What are your thoughts on this week’s episodes? I think since GOT, it’s been a while for me since I’ve watched a recent show (usually I’m behind and watch the show a while after it’s aired haha). And in regards to our last talk, between the songs of both Yin Yang Master movies, the song by Deng Lun is definitely my favorite ˞♡ฅ(ᐤˊ꒳ฅˋᐤ♪) I listen to it every evening before I go to bed. It’s such a soothing song and melody! I hope you have a lovely rest of your week and weekend! Happy Easter (๑་ ༝ ༌๑)ෆ* (if you celebrate it) and if not, I hope you have a lovely weekend, nonetheless ~

Hello dear anon!!! 🥰 Sorry for my late reply!! 

Oh I loved episode 20 of WoH so much!!! Both for the revelations AND the tender and angsty hug between Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu! T_T I’m really glad we got those extra frames on YouTube but the scene would have been so, so emotional anyway! I wasn’t expecting such a painful backstory but I loooooved the whole flashback, the rhythm was very good and I couldn’t take my eyes away all the time!! And yes, I was just so moved by Zhou Zishu’s respect, patience and just... LOVE towards Wen Kexing... And in the following episodes there were such heart to heart moments between them, they were some quite emotional episodes! Actually, today’s one was also full of feelings!! 

Oh I love Xie Wang!!! I honestly hope he’ll somehow get to break free from the relationship he has with his yifu! I just feel so bad for him everytime he gets manipulated... 🥺 Oh I love watching airing shows more! :D mainly because I don’t see 40-50 episodes like a super high wall looming over me ahahah xD At the same time, getting only three episodes a week is a bit frustrating, but I often find myself enjoying it more! For example, I started watching a drama called The Long Ballad and getting 6 episodes a week is a really good pacing, it’s ideal for me!!

Have you watched the Happy Camp episode with Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan? I still have to watch it but I saw some gifs and it looks so fun! 😆

I wish you a lovely day dear anon! :D 💖 Let’s prepare ourselves for this week’s episodes of WoH!!! What’s awaiting us? Angst? Pain? Romantic moments? I hope all of these! 😂

#ask #💕

[saeyoungs-sunflower]

:00!!! I love it when people have long answers to my questions!!! I don't know if it's weird for me to say that but NO TAKE BACKSIES >:D

I wish I know how to answer as good as you but anyway! My top 3 are blue, pink, and beige!! :D

I was also obsessed with pink when I was a kid, except when I was in grade 6 trying to befriend 2 people and trying to talk to them, one of them were like "pink is too girly, blue is better" so for a while I made myself like blue (I was a people pleaser back then 😂😂) but it also made me realize how pretty blue is!!

Pink is still so pretty though!!! Especially that type of pink you see in clouds during the sunset, it's so pretty 🥺🥺🥺

Also I'm so sorry for the late answer! Tumblr didn't show me this so like-

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I'm really glad that my question made you happy though!!! :DD I can already tell having a conversation with you and getting to know each other will be so fun!! <3

I hope you're having a wonderful day too and that you're taking care of yourself!! <333

-color anon c:

Hi color anon!!❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 and of course no worries at all about the reply!! I don’t expect you to reply at all if you don’t want to, let alone quickly! No need to apologise! <333

OH GOOD I was sat there reading my response like...I went overboard huh :’) but I’m glad you liked it!! (and of course it’s not weird to say!! I appreciate it, thank you <33)

OOOO v good colour choices!! And oMG I WAS EXACTLY THE SAME. MY FAV COLOUR WAS BLUE FOR THE LONGEST TIME BC I WAS IN DENIAL ABOUT LIKING PINK. I remember I had to get a retainer lol and they asked what colour I wanted and like, obvs I actually wanted pink but convinced myself I wanted blue and got that lmao (don’t worry, I got a pink one a couple years later lol I have gone through a whole dental journey you wouldn’t believe. It’s a long story :’))

GAHHHH you’re so sweet color anon🥺🥺I can tell that you’re a great conversation partner too!! And you’re so so lovely I’m so happy and grateful you decided to stop by🥺🥰 can’t to see you here more if you decide to stick around!💛

Enjoy your day (and Zen’s b-day if that’s your thing!) and stay hydrated!! Big love to you, color anon!! xxxxx

#oh wait #just realised we spell colour differently #lol #for you color anon i shall change my ways ;) <3 #sunny answers #color anon #anon

[manikas-whims]

Hi~ if you're still taking requests, what about Todomomo and cuddles? Or more specific, Shouto falling asleep and Momo stroking his hair, your choice. Thank you so much~♡

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, dear anon. I've been busy working on 3 different fics simultaneously 😅

Without further ado, here's your requested fic. Hope you enjoy it..:)

Of Duty and Love

Ship: Shouto Todoroki X Momo Yaoyorozu

Words: 1867

Rating: T+ ( Shirtless Shouto ahead xD )

Read on: AO3 | FFnet

The periodic repetition of a melodious fusion of flute and running water pervaded the quietness of a bedroom, disturbing the peaceful slumber of one of the two occupants on the king sized bed. After fussing underneath the blue comforter for a while in hopes of going back to sleep, a pair of dainty hands pushed it off of themselves, revealing a tangled mess of limbs. Obsidian eyes shot open in annoyance at the noise that had roused them from their state of rest and a pout settled upon the plump lips of one Momo Yaoyorozu. She found herself pushed to the taut chest of her boyfriend Shouto Todoroki, whose arms were lying securely around her waist. Wonderful! Usually she liked being held by him but not when his cellphone’s ringtone was blaring early in the morning and she was unable to reach it because of his tight grip on her, even when he was soundly asleep.

Soundly asleep.

As the thought slowly sinked in her drowsy mind, her eyes dilated in amazement. Shouto Todoroki was soundly asleep. Shouto Todoroki— the young man who never missed his alarms or calls, was never late for his duties as a pro hero, was always up and about without waking his girlfriend from her sweet dreams— was actually sleeping in?! With her years of training in stealth tactics, Momo raised her upper body as much as she could under his hold and picked up his phone from the side table. She disconnected what seemed to be the third call from his senior Burnin, switched off the device and went back to staring at her boyfriend in wonder. Although both of them are morning people, this is her first time rising earlier than him, her first time being able to gaze like this at his most unguarded form. It must be due to the successive late night patrolling duties he’d been doing most of the week along with regular missions in the morning. All this restless working was bound to take a toll on him sooner or later.

Her lips turned down and she looked worriedly at his face. Will it hurt him to take it easy every once in a while? Instinctively, she traced her fingers along his sharp jawline, going further down his long neck, finally coming to a halt upon his bare chest. She splayed her palm over his heart, feeling its recurring beating and placed a chaste kiss their so as to not stir him from his tranquil sleep.

Another thought crossed her mind as she watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. How long had it been since she last cooked a meal for him? Probably a month? Well, its not like they really got any time for simple domestic things like those since they were both occupied with their hero work most of the time. She pressed her lips together, having an inner conflict with her own principles. She herself had never skipped a working day or requested a leave. She sincerely followed the rules and regulations set by her agency. But one glance at her innocently asleep boyfriend and she decided to break her code. She was sure people can live one day without the services of pro heroes Creati and Shouto.

With newfound determination, she sneakily wiggled out of his arms, looking back once to check if she had alerted him but luckily, his eyes were still shut placidly. She readjusted the straps of her silk, red slip on her shoulders and began crawling out of the bed. Her victorious smile however, was short-lived as the very same pair of arms she had pried away so smoothly, tugged at her nightwear, pulling her back. With a yelp, she landed clumsily atop a very conscious Shouto Todoroki who was staring pointedly at her.

“And where are you going?” he asked in his soft tenor, his disheveled crimson and snow locks making him all the more appealing.

“S-Shou..you..I thought you were..” She fumbled for words.

“Asleep?” he supplied and shook his head, “I’ve been awake ever since your lips touched my chest.” He explained gesturing at the spot she had kissed moments ago. “I was still kinda groggy so I kept my eyes closed. Also, I was curious about what you were up to.” He paused and looked intently at her, “Honestly, I had expected more kisses.”

Momo's face flushed a deep shade of pink. The young Todoroki always kept surprising her. She stared back at him, confused by his last statement. Did he like being kissed all over his torso? Was he really expecting that? If so, she would happily oblige, albeit slightly bashfully.

“Anyways,” he spoke, breaking her train of thought and flipped their positions so he was on top of her, “We both need to get to work.”

That said, he reached for his cellphone and frowned. Seeing as it was switched-off, he averted his questioning gaze towards his ebony haired girlfriend.

Momo bit her lip, her eyelids lowering in concern. “Overexertion is bad for health. You need to rest.”

“I can handle extra work.” He replied deadpan.

“I know!” she intoned in frustration, “I know, Shouto. You are strong, talented, hardworking and more than capable. But even you need breaks.”

“I’m supposed to run Endeavour Agency as its new Head.” Shouto reminded her, to which she narrowed her eyes.

“Exactly! You’re the one leading it now! You can make calls like these. I’m sure it won’t be a hassle for the Flaming Sidekickers to take care of the agency for a one day.” Momo reasoned weakly.

Shouto just stared at her, flashing her his best shocked expression. He wasn’t sure if his ears were functioning properly. Momo Yaoyorozu was asking him to misuse his authority to skip a day of work? The creation hero who had always been far more professional than him and the rest of her classmates at UA, was treating this as something so trivial? To say that it wasn’t amusing would be a lie but he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his old man’s tantrums. He knew that Burnin and the other sidekicks will actually be partying over his absence from the agency because of their constant complaints about him never taking a day off but not his grumpy father. Yes, Enji Todoroki had stopped pushing his own wishes onto his son long ago as the older man had come to terms with the fact that his son wasn’t obligated to do so. Still, the retired man will lecture him about how nothing but the best was required of him as the heir to the Todoroki hero legacy.

Shouto noted the gleam of conviction in Momo’s eyes and discerned that he won’t be able to beat her. There’s no chance of victory once his girlfriend strived to achieve something. Hence, he wordlessly moved off of her and stood up from the bed, stretching his arms and cracking his neck. If he said nothing, he won’t have to face her logical arguments.

Momo shamelessly admired his naked torso, his rippling abs and the teasing v-line that disappeared beneath his low hanging shorts. She mentally slapped herself for forgetting about her real objective so easily and forced a serious countenance upon her face. The gears in her head began turning at a fast pace as she tried to come up with a plan to desist her boyfriend from leaving.

Just as the icy-hot hero turned around, an idea bubbled in her mind and she motioned herself forward towards him. Shouto froze (no pun intended) at the sensation of his girlfriend’s skilled fingers wrapping tantalizingly slowly around his abs. A traitorous groan escaped his lips as he let her pull him back onto the plush mattresses with little to no reluctance at all. He reveled in the touch of her soft lips trailing kisses along his nape and chiseled back. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back in pleasure as he felt her palms slide past his shorts, fingers ghosting over the elastic waistband of his boxers. He held his breath in anticipation of whatever more sensuous his girlfriend would do next.

To his utter dismay, nothing happened.

And just as he flicked his eyes open in discontentment, he felt himself being hauled onto the bed, an extremely serious Momo Yaoyorozu pinning him beneath her smaller frame. She entwined their fingers tightly, pushing his hands above his head and straddled him, puffing out a triumphant breath.

“Momo,” he called hoarsely, a hint of annoyance in his tone at being tricked.

She shook her head vigorously like a child and announced resolutely, “I’m not letting you go!”

Shouto watched her lie down next to him before she pulled him into an embrace and pouted. The aggravation in his form was immediately replaced by fondness and he chuckled lightly at how adorable she acted when she tried to act mad.

“What are you doing?” he asked, regarding her sudden peculiar behavior.

“I’m cuddling you till you give up on your intentions of going to work today.” She informed in a solemn voice, snuggling further into his chest.

“What?” he scoffed, finding her declaration completely childish yet cute at the same time.

He felt her peck his collarbones. “You heard it. I’m not letting you go. I’ll harness the power of my love for you to keep you here. You’ve saved enough people, Shouto. For today, I want you to be just my hero.” She explained, worshipping every inch of his torso with her lips, no signs of shyness visible.

A distant memory of his childhood drifted Shouto's thoughts— a memory of his mother protecting him from the harsh reprimands of his goal-blinded father. A memory he had kept locked into the deepest recesses of his mind like many others. And the mere remembrance of the somber life he had in his past, was enough to make him feel a sense of gratefulness towards the young woman who was currently showering him with kisses. Momo was kind and compassionate, the perfect example of a good human being. He wasn’t sure what she had seen in him to happily give her big heart to him. But he was glad she did. She compensated for all the love he was deprived of during his dismal childhood. She was always reminding him that even someone like him deserved a breath of calm.

A rare, small smile lit up his usual impassive face as he stared down at his girlfriend who was currently poking at his abs in fascination. He wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of ditching his commitments as a pro but he draped an arm around her waist nonetheless. His fingers bunched into the thin fabric of her silk nightie as his other hand glided up her curvaceous back, settling in her long tresses. The young heroine shifted her attention from his taut abdominal muscles to his face, a glimmer of certainty in her cat-like dark irises. He simply brushed his lips across hers' and nestled his head in the crook of her neck, her ardent emotions defeating his resolute sense of responsibility.

“Fine, I’ll stay.”

A/N: I hope it was to your liking, dear anon ☺

Send in your requests for SasuSaku, TodoMomo, HitsuHina, Zenyuki & Yatori via asks.

#todomomo fanfic #todomomo #todomomo fanfiction #shouto todoroki #momo yaoyorozu #shouto x momo #todoroki shouto #yaoyorozu momo #todoroki x yaoyorozu

[hyphypmic]

A scenario of Samatoki tsunning away from his (male, if you can) crush and his crush liking him back but being equally tsun.. Would either even manage to confess? (Ps I love your works)

Hey anon! Sorry this took so long :

Samatoki-sama AKA Mr. Ha Ko is anything but soft. However, when it comes to a certain male, he does his best to not be soft.

The certain male is also a yakuza and goes by the name Hayato. His gang isn’t quite as big and as well known as Samatoki’s, but it is quite formidable.

Formidable enough to gain the attention of MTC’s leader. The first time they met was when they both were supposed to hit the same place (an illegal brothel owned by a man who apparently cheated them both on a deal) at the same time. Well, they ended up hitting each other over who gets to go for it first.

It started with an actual fistfight between Samatoki and Hayato, but then they both brought out their hypnosis microphones and went at it.

Of course, with more experience (and more insults), Samatoki won. However, it was a long rap battle and Samatoki appreciated Hayato’s skill. So naturally, and it had nothing to do with how much he enjoyed the battle, he proposed a partnership.

They agreed, exchanged contact details (which again, had nothing to do with the way their eyes roamed), and had scheduled meetings. Sometimes it was sparring, sometimes it was a hit they did together, and sometimes it was an exchange of resources and information. Most of the time, they spent insulting each other and getting mad. It was actually a miracle that by the end they’d come to a mutually beneficial agreement (much to the relief of the people under each leader). The partnership was tenuous at best, but it was a partnership nonetheless.

Today, however, after months of scheduled (and somewhat regular meetings) it was time for the two gang leaders to meet again to exchange… sensitive information and resources. Neither would yell the other what it was. It could be blackmail, it could be gold or money or new hypnosis mics. The gangs were not allowed to come to the abandoned warehouse where they were meeting. (In other words a day off).

Unrelated, but the gangs had put bets on what would happen. High on their list was that they’d actually kill each other. The second highest was… well, go figure right?

Samatoki sat on the chair in front of a metal table. A single light illuminated the area, casting the rest of the warehouse in darkness.

N,o he wasn’t being dramatic. It was just less obvious if only one light was open.

He blew out smoke and then glanced at his watch and scowled. Hayato was late, again. He hated looking like a punctual fool, but someone had to do it. The white-haired man ran his hands through his hair and leaned back. He idly scratched at his chest and was lost in thought for a while. He thought about Jyuto and Riou. He was actually proud to have them with him, even if they lost to Matenrou. He valued their loyalty, and that was important. Besides, there are more division battles to come. Maybe he’d actually be able to finally kick Ichiro’s ass to the-

Samatoki stiffened and turned around. “You know you can’t sneak up on me.” There was a brief silence and he was afraid that he just spoke to thin air when Hayato’s voice replied.

“I know.” Hayato stepped into the light. “But there’s no harm in testing your lazy ass.”

Samatoki narrowed his eyes and chin pointed to the chair on the other side of the table. “Sit down.”

Hayato has long black hair pulled back into a bun. Some strands hang loosely (no one is sure if he does this on purpose), framing his chiseled, handsome face. He usually wears a black tank top, black jeans, and combat boots, but today he wears a short-sleeved black button down (with only the bottom two buttons buttoned), jeans that hugged his ass (not that that mattered), and his combat boots. He also had chains hanging from his neck, drawing eyes to the lines of his chest and collarbone.

Samatoki this time was wearing a fitted white v-neck t-shirt that outlined his pecs and his abs (again, not that that mattered), his ripped jeans and sneakers. He also wore his black leather jacket to complete his overall look.

“You trying to copy me Hayato?” Samatoki raised an eyebrow and stared into his partner’s deep violet eyes. “Your own style not good enough for you?”

Hayato scoffed. “As if.” He turned the chair around so that he was straddling it and leaning on the seat back while facing Samatoki. “You trying to bring back your old style? Doesn’t fit you at all.”

“Stalker.” Samatoki tossed away his cigarette.

“Do you forget that you’re over popular?” Hayato lights his own cigarette and takes a long inhale and exhales the smoke right into Samatoki’s face. To the red-eyed one’s credit, he doesn’t flinch. “And that people sell merchandise of you and your…” He smirks. “Dirty Dawgs?”

Samatoki smirks back and leans on his chair. “What do you want?”

Hayato leans forward even more. “What do you want first Samatoki-sama?”

“You called me here you fucker.” Samatoki scowled and crossed his arms. His short temper was beginning to show. “You’re wasting my time.”

“Wasting time? If I recall, you wasted my time last time we met.” Hayato’s nose wrinkled.

“Last time we met? You cheated in our sparring!” Samatoki growled.

“You never said you couldn’t combine hypnosis mic attacks and fist fighting!” Hayato knew exactly how to rile Samatoki up and it was working way too quickly.

“Unspoken rule!” Samatoki shot back. “Or are you too dumb to realize that?”

“Don’t call me an idiot. Remember our last hit?”

“It was your fault you dipshit!” Samatoki stood up. “You’re the one that tripped the alarm!”

“Alarm? There was no alarm! You’re the one that tripped on the fucking dog, you useless bitch!”

Samatoki pushed the table sidewards, giving him a clear path to Hayato, who was still straddling the chair, but his hands were in fists. “Don’t give me that shit! You dare call me useless when you can’t even give me the fucking information you called me for!”

“Then why don’t you leave them if you think it’s so fucking useless?!” Hayato yelled back, looking up at Samatoki who had stormed to him.

“Because I don’t know if you’re lying or not!” Samatoki yelled. He resisted the urge to push Hayato out of the chair.

Actually, he just pushed Hayato off the chair and he fell backward. Hayato responded by kicking the chair, causing Samatoki to jump out of the way. The black haired one stood back up. His buttons were undone and his shirt just hung on his body. Samatoki’s eyes jumped to the now exposed abdominals and then snapped back up.

“What was the point of being cold and not telling me what you have to tell me ha?” Samatoki brought out his microphone. “Do you even have information? Or do you want to just take out your anger?” He barred his teeth. “Because believe me I can and will take out my anger.”

Hayato brought his out as well and stalked towards Samatoki. “You gonna hide behind your microphone Mr. Ha ko?”

Why did that send shivers down Samatoki’s spine? “That’s Samatoki-sama to you Hayato.” He stepped closer, barely inches separating them. “We could arrange a fistfight instead.” Samatoki was a few inches taller (like two) so he had to look down to stare at Hayato. “Or you could tell me why you called.”

“You first. Not like I care anyway.” Hayato’s eyes went for Samatoki’s lips and his tongue darted out to moisten his own.

Samatoki’s eyes followed the movement and he growled. “I don’t care about whatever you have to say.”

“Then fight me.”

Samatoki raised his fist and Hayato tensed. This was pretty standard when it came to their meetings, but neither lasted very long without telling the other whatever information or negotiation they had to have.

They stared at each other for the longest time, Samatoki’s fist trembling.

“Punch me Mr. Ha ko.” Hayato said and stepped even closer, almost pressing his bare chest against Samatoki. “Do it.”

Samatoki wavered. He growled then moved his fist towards Hayato’s face.

Hayato braced for impact, but instead felt his collar be grabbed and have lips kiss him roughly.

Hayato almost pushed Samatoki away, but he melted into the kiss and pulled on Samatoki’s leather jacket as he kissed back.

Samatoki’s tongue ran across the seam of Hayato’s lips and Hayato opened his mouth, allowing the other to explore with his tongue. Hayato took care of Samatoki’s leather jacket and pulled it right off him. His hands went under the hem of Samatoki’s shirt and explored the muscles on his back. He scratched and clawed as Samatoki deepened the kiss, his hand now on the ass that he wanted to touch the minute Hayato came in those pants.

The white-haired one pulled away and they were both breathing heavily. A string of saliva still connecting both of them. His eyes widened and he pushed Hayato away.

Hayato stumbled, aware of the pain in his crotch, and it wasn’t from an injury. “The fuck was that?” He wiped his mouth.

Samatoki was blushing furiously. Looking anywhere but at Hayato. “You explain yourself!”

“Did I kiss myself or did I miss what just happened you fucking cunt!”

They had somehow ended up beside the table during their make-out session. Samatoki gritted his teeth and growled. “I couldn’t punch you.”

“Why not?”

“Why did you kiss back?” Samatoki shot back, his red eyes filled with something that wasn’t anger.

Hayato marched back to Samatoki. “Because the sensitive information I have to give you,” he grinded against Samatoki’s own growing hardness and Samatoki almost groaned at that. “Can’t be conveyed with words.”

Samatoki raised an eyebrow. “Somewhere during the meeting huh?” He pulled at one of the loose strands of Hayato’s hair and his hand wandered to the black haired one’s ass and squeezed.

“Perhaps when you straddled me while we were sparring.” Hayato ran his hand through Samatoki’s hair, biting his lip at the hand on his ass. “You?”

Samatoki chuckled darkly and backed himself up to the table. “Are you sure you’re the one that I straddled?”

Hayato grinned and made Samatoki bend over the table with him on top. “Maybe my memory is different Mr. Ha Ko.” Samatoki moved back until he was lying down on the table with Hayato crawling over him. “Maybe I was the one straddling you.”

“Just so you know Hayato-sama.” Samatoki roughly pulled Hayato towards him. “It was when you first licked your lips during one of our rap sparring sessions.”

Hayato blushed a little and looked away. He was flattered if anything, and feeling kind of soft inside, but he had an image to maintain. “Then lick them for me.”

Sanatorio pulled Hayato in for a kiss and Hayato tossed his already unbuttoned shirt aside.

They pulled apart. “You ready for me?” Hayato asked as he pulled off Samatoki’s belt.

Samatoki turned a little pink at that then coughed. “Ready when you are.”

Hayato reached for the hem of Samatoki’s shirt and was about to take it off when he just ripped it apart. The fabric was so thin, so it was easy to destroy.

“I hope you don’t like this shirt.” Hayato kissed Samatoki’s collarbone and worked his way around and sucked marks on Samatoki’s neck.

“You better pay for it.” Samatoki managed.

“Believe me.” Hayato started working his way downwards, his fingers hooked on Samatoki’s pants. “I will pay.”

Needless to say, those who bet on the second highest option and saw the dark marks on Samatoki’s neck and on Hayato’s collarbone, won a hell a ton of money.

#hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #samatoki aohitsugi #mad trigger crew #tsundere

[discyours]

Hi, I just wanted to let you know that as a transmed, I really like your blog (tho I might not always agree 100% with everything but that’s ok). But since you seem to be v against transmeds lately I was wondering if u are still ok with transmeds reblogging your posts? I was also wondering why you are more against it now? I see that some (?) transmeds are more like ‘gender isnt a social construct’ (which i dont agree with), but is that the only reason for ‘leaving’ or?

Anyway, I am just in a weird mood, I should actually be studying but this is a good way to procrastinate shit.:’) Enjoy your day/night tho! (Also wanted to add that I don’t follow a lot of transmed blogs, i usually make my own posts or I randomly look through the tags. But i’m not that active anymore and I don’t know the opinion(s) of most transmeds in ‘general’, so I was kinda looking for an ‘explanation’ for that.)

Anyone can interact with my posts. I don’t see the point in having a discourse blog if I wasn’t gonna allow people I disagree with to interact.

The reason I initially “left” the transmed community was actually unrelated to any beliefs about gender (I don’t think I was even looking into radical feminism at that point), the shitstorm that came from the world health organisation’s decision to reclassify transsexualism was what did it for me. It took a solid week or two for transmeds to stop posting about it being demedicalised, about it all being tucutes’ fault, “we warned you etc etc now our lives are ruined”. The lack of reading comprehension/the fact that nobody even bothered to read (they were posting screenshots of article headlines when the articles themselves stated very clearly that it was being reclassified) just killed me. This did happen to coincide with me questioning transmed ideology for the first time by making a post asking about neuroplasticity, which one person then replied to with a bunch of links that didn’t even slightly answer my question and the entire transmed community jacked each other off about how science has the answer yet again. They just shut any critical thought up with studies that are hard to interpret and are bound to be reblogged without being read (a ton of people reblog them specifically to read them later, so they get spread around a lot without anyone fact checking), making it look like they always have the answer. 

Obviously that’s old news, and I have become progressively more annoyed with transmeds. That’s not particularly about whether gender is a social construct or not though, and a lot of transmeds simply define gender as your internal sense of which sex you should be, which I really don’t take issue with. It’s more about the incredibly sexist stereotypes some of them do spread, the hate I got for trying to get more understanding between transmeds and radfems (particularly annoying because transmeds always boast about how open they are to hearing other people’s points of views).

Transmeds also gave me a ton of shit for even calling myself female or homosexual (1 2 3 4 5), the anons I’m linking are several months old too but I’m still seeing things on my dash about how radfem trans men just hate themselves, just have internalised transphobia, or just can’t bear being straight men. I’m still in some transmed servers I haven’t gotten around to leaving yet and occasionally I see people talk about how creepy trans men who would date lesbians are, how they’re just predatory straight men, etc etc. 

It’s just becoming increasingly clear to me how intolerant transmeds actually are towards everyone who doesn’t fit their mold. Becoming a radfem actually made me a lot more sympathetic towards tucutes (one thing transmeds are right about is that tucutes are honestly closer to terfs than they are), because I can see that a lot of them are just understandably upset about gender [roles], they just happened to take the (to me) wrong approach in fixing that. 

Sorry for the long response, I get heated when I think about it lmao. Good luck with your studying and I hope you enjoy your day too!

#anon #anti truscum #anti transmed #gender critical

[thegreatwhiteferret]

Late Night When You Need My Love

Summary: SEXTING- v: the act of text messaging someone in the hopes of having a sexual encounter with them later; initially casual, transitioning into highly suggestive and even sexually explicit.

Pairing: Reddie

Rating: Explicit

A/N: This was for an Anon who requested some Reddie sexting action, a long ass time ago, I am so sorry that it took so long. Fair warning, I am not sure how I feel about this...it’s not my usual format, and definitely outside of my comfort zone, but I hope it isn’t too awful and that y’all enjoy Reddie getting a little a lot frisky. I also had to add in some action with the other Losers because comedic relief is a wonderful thing! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

NSFW Under the Cut...

Richie was bored and slightly tipsy. The combination of these things made it so he also couldn’t just fall asleep. He twisted around in his sheets for a few more minutes, before he gave up on trying. He grabbed his phone off of his bedside table, he thumbed through Tumblr for a few minutes, he considered slipping into the NSFW tag, but it was always more fun to actually interact with someone when he got off. An idea popped into his head. He had six friends, surely one of them would help him get off.

He decided to try Stan first. They had been best friends since preschool, that had to count for something. His thumb hovered above the screen before he decided on a plan of attack.

Richie frowned as he read the last message from Stan, maybe his plan wasn’t all that great to start with. Maybe he needed a softer approach. He pulled his sweat pants down slightly, and hiked his sweatshirt up, leaving a suggestive sliver of skin exposed. He quickly snapped a picture to use for his next attempt. He pulled up a new message and selected his next target, Bill Denbrough.

“Well that’s just...I hardly think that that deserved a ‘beep beep’. That’s just rude.” Richie said to himself. Okay, two down, four to go. Those were good odds. Mike Hanlon was the most solid and stand up guy that he knew, he would lend a helping texting hand.

Richie’s chances of finding someone to provide him sexual stimulation through text were getting smaller and smaller. It was time to pull out the big guns. There was a time when he considered this person to be his ultimate soulmate, and they were still best friends. Beverly Marsh would be the one to save him, they had history.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He chanted as he paced the length of his room, he tried calling Bev a few times, but she was ignoring his calls. He was going to have to do major groveling tomorrow to get back in her good graces. He would just go and get her some of her favorite tea and scones from the coffee shop in town, she would love that. He made a mental note to wake up early enough to do that before school.

He looked back through his messages, trying to decide where he went wrong. Maybe he came on too strong, he needed to ease into the sexual side of it. He could make some nice small talk, he genuinely cared about all of his friends, and he figured that Ben really was his last shot.

Ben was too pure for this world, Richie should have known better. Also, there was no way that Ben wasn’t going to show Bev those messages...tea, scones, and chocolate. He added that to his list.

Richie bit his lip, trying to decide if he still really wanted to get off. He had just been rejected by five of his friends, and the last one on his list was also the one that he was desperately in love with. He also knew that Eddie would never go for it, that texting him would only result in Eddie being pissed off at him, and tea and scones wouldn’t be enough to fix things with Eddie.

He waited another few minutes before he gave in to his mind, he had to try. Maybe Eddie would be into it. He typed out a message like the ones he would usually send to Eddie anyway, making sure to scroll through the emoji keyboard to find the perfect option. He smiled as he typed it out and pressed send.

HOLY FUCK! Did that actually just happen? Richie stared at the picture of Eddie palming himself through his briefs for a few more seconds before his brain woke up enough to realize that Eddie wanted him to call him. He dialed Eddie’s number quickly and waited anxiously for the other boy to pick up.

“Richie?” Eddie asked breathlessly from the other end of the line. Richie could picture him, laying on his bed legs spread wide apart, chest heaving...Richie groaned.

“Yeah, Baby Boy. I’m here.” Richie answered, clamping his phone between his ear and shoulder so that he could push his boxer briefs off. Eddie let out a little moan from the nickname that Richie had used. “Are you touching yourself, Baby? Tell me what you’re doing.” Richie instructed, squeezing some lube into his palm before wrapping his hand around his cock.

“I’m...rubbing myself...through my underwear.” Eddie choked out, he sounded like he was on the verge of tears, and Richie gripped the base of his cock to calm himself down.

“You still have your underwear on, Baby?” He asked and Eddie hummed in response. “Take them off, Sweetheart. Let your cock out for me.”

“But...Rich...I don’t...I’ve never…” Eddie let out with a huff, and Richie’s hand stilled. He could sense the uneasiness in his voice.

“Eddie, have you never fully jerked off before? Do you always leave your underwear on?” Richie asked carefully, he didn’t want to make Eddie feel ashamed. He knew that Eddie suffered with his sexuality, he had been taught that any sexual stimulation outside of marriage was a sin.That it was dirty. Richie knew that he didn’t believe that anymore, but he didn’t realize that he was still struggling with some aspects of it.

“Ugh. No. I’m...just a little...I don’t know. It works just fine by just rubbing, I don’t need to…” Eddie sighed, and Richie’s heart hurt a little bit from the sound. “Can you...can you teach me how?” Richie sucked in a deep breath, Eddie’s words making him incredibly hard.

“Shit. Yes, okay, Baby. I will tell you what to do. Just listen to me and follow along. I’ve got you.” Richie soothed, and Eddie let out a small noise to let Richie know to continue. “Okay, Baby, did you take your underwear off?”

“Yes. They’re off now.” Eddie told him, and Richie could hear the nerves in his voice. Jerking off was supposed to be pleasurable, and that was his goal. He was going to help Eddie feel good.

“Alright, so go ahead and take some lotion...yes you need lotion or lube. You have lube? Well shit, Eds use that. Squeeze a good amount in your hand.” Richie instructed, listening to the sound of Eddie popping a cap off of something, he would have to ask Eddie why he had lube later. “Okay, now wrap your hand around your cock gently, form a circle with your fingers.” Richie did the same thing that he was telling Eddie to do, and wrapped his hand around himself.

“Okay...oh ahhhh...okay, do I move my hand...oh shit.” Eddie let out, and Richie could faintly hear the wet sounds of Eddie’s hand moving up and down his cock, become more confident with every stroke.

“Good job, Baby Boy, I think you’ve got the hang of it. Keep going, grip a little bit tighter as you stroke. Does it feel good?” Richie asked, biting his own lip from the pleasure. The feeling of his own hand on his cock and the knowledge of what Eddie was doing and experiencing had his nerves set on fire.

“Mmmmm, yeah, Richie. It feels so good.”Eddie told him over the line, breath hitching as he stroked. Richie put his phone on speaker and let it drop on the bed next to him. He switched hands on his cock, and let his lubed up fingers creep past his balls, and rubbed a finger around his hole growling at the sensation. “What was...what are you doing?” Eddie asked, curiosity peaking.

“I’m...uhhh…” Richie let out as he pushed his first finger into his hole, carefully thrusting in and out. The position was a bit difficult, but Richie was lost in the moment and the feeling. “I’m fucking...myself open with my fingers.”

“YOU’RE WHAT?” Eddie squeaked in surprise, and Richie couldn’t stop the chuckle that made its way out of his mouth. He thrusted a second finger into himself.

“I’m fingering myself. Sticking my fingers...oh shit...up my ass.” Richie explained in a drawn out tone, Eddie scoffed at him on the other side of the line, but Richie kept thrusting his fingers in and out. “Mmmmmm. Feels so good.”

“S-so so you just push a finger in?” Eddie asked in a small voice, just as Richie had managed to graze his fingers across his prostate and let out a long moan.

“Y-yeah, Eds. That’s what you do...oh fuck, Baby Boy. You want to try it?” Richie asked in disbelief, catching what exactly Eddie was saying. Eddie whimpered softly. “Okay, okay. Make sure you have lots of lube on your finger and push it in slowly.” He waited a few moments, slowing down his thrusts to focus on Eddie’s needs, and heard him let out a grunt. “Relax your ass, Baby. You have to relax for it to feel good. Are you on your back?”

“I am relaxing, Richard. As much as I can with my finger up my ass!” Eddie snarked in reply. “And I’m on my knees, I can’t reach any other way.” He confessed.

“It’s okay, Baby, that’s fine. Push your finger in and out a little bit, go faster when you feel like you can take it.” Richie said, and he could hear Eddie’s breathing picking up, like he had already started moving faster. “Okay, Baby. Add another finger.”

“Mmmmm, fuck, it feels...good. Oh, I like it, Richie. I like it a lot. Ohhhhhh fuck. What was that?” Eddie asked panic mixing with his arousal, and Richie smirked, he knew that Eddie had just hit his own prostate.

“You hit your p-spot, Baby Boy. You’re such a good boy, taking your fingers like that. Think you might be able to take something more than fingers?” Richie teased and Eddie let out a groan. “That’s right, Baby. I know you want something bigger in there, you think you could take my cock? I’d have to work you open, with my tongue and fingers first, make you fall apart and cum before I can even get inside.”

“Ahhhhhh, fuck, yeah. I want your cock inside of me. I want it really bad.” Eddie moaned out. Richie started stroking his cock again, hard and fast, he could feel himself getting close from allowing himself to think about all of the things he wanted to do to Eddie. “I think...I think I want your cock in my mouth too, Rich...I can’t believe I just said that.”

“Mmmm, I love it when you talk dirty, Baby. My cock is yours to do with what you wish whenever you want.” He moaned out the last part, he could feel his orgasm approaching, he needed to cum.

“Ahhhh, I’m going to cum. Oh fuck, Richie.” Eddie let out and then he let out a muffled scream as he came, the sound made Richie speed up his movements until his toes curled and he found his own release, thick squirts of cum landing all over his chest and fist.

“Fuck, Eddie. You are so amazing.” Richie breathed out as he let the aftershocks of his orgasm wash over him. When Eddie didn’t say anything for another moment, Richie began to worry. “Eddie, are you okay?”

“Yeah. Better than okay actually.” Eddie said, and a smile crossed Richie’s face. Maybe he wasn’t completely useless, he helped Eddie feel good, that had to count for something. “Thank you, Richie. I...I really needed this.” Richie could hear genuine gratitude in his voice.

“Anytime, Spaghetti Man, you just have to say the word.” Richie replied, trying to bite his tongue to prevent himself from confessing his love for Eddie in his post orgasm bliss.

“Yeah...Did you mean what all you were saying there towards the end...or was that just you trying to get off?” Eddie asked, voice tight like he was holding back.

“I meant everything I said, Eddie. I wouldn’t play with your emotions like that just to get off.” Richie promised, it was the truth. He would never do something to hurt Eddie, he loved him more than anything in the world.

“I...I don’t know if I’m ready for all of...THAT yet, but…” He paused briefly, trying to collect his thoughts, Richie waited anxiously for what Eddie was about to say next. “Would you maybe like to go out with me...like on a date?”

“YES!” Richie screamed, a huge grin spreading across his face. Eddie laughed at his reaction. “I would love to, God you have no idea how long I’ve wanted that, Kaspbrak.” He confessed.

“Well, you should have told me you dumb idiot instead of pulling all that bullshit about fucking my mom!” Eddie chided, and Richie smiled even brighter, that was his Eddie. A spitfire like always. “I’ve got to go now, Rich. My mom will be back early in the morning and she’s going to drag me to church with her...if only she knew.” Eddie shuddered at that.

“Alright. Goodnight, Eddie Spaghetti. Sweet dreams.” Richie said sweetly and Eddie giggled slightly in response before returning the sentiment and hanging up.

Richie laid in his bed, hand held over his chest, his heart fluttering. He was going to go on a date with Eddie. Hell, he had just gotten off to the sound of Eddie getting off. Richie fell asleep with a smile on his face and not a care in the world.

That feeling continued until Bev punched his so hard the next morning that he couldn’t feel his arm until well after lunch. Eddie had held an ice pack to his arm and smiled up at him, it was all worth it.

#Reddie #Richie Tozier #Eddie Kaspbrak #IT Movie 2017 #it fanfiction #Richie X Eddie #stanley uris #bill denbrough #georgie denbrough #mike hanlon #Beverly Marsh #ben hanscom #it fandom #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #Slash #Smut

[filthyjanuary]

Who you are to me: you're someone I followed because I was actively looking for Wincest (I started watching the show and shipping them after Nov 5 😩 I know.....). And. I get annoyed a lot at the things you rb because most of it has nothing to do with SPN (didn't expect that, ig most wincesties don't rb everything onto their blogs, bc most of them have sideblogs or just focus on SPN) and I Want to reblog the stuff you rb!! but I stick to SPN on my filthy sinner sideblog and can't have ppl seeing me reblog from a wincestie on main hyshjvdyvx so. I guess what I'm saying is that I didn't expect to agree with and laugh at your blog so much and I love your content/your taste but I can't engage much 💗💗💗🥴 also you're someone I first categorized as a Wincest blog, idk why, maybe you reblogged a few things in a row.... then like,, I realized that obviously you don't focus on that. And that's cool and very sexy I enjoy it here

sorry i’m replying to this like 2 hours late but i reblogged that post and then dipped to go dig through my work email for shit i need to save before i lose access to it tonight rip

BUT THIS IS REALLY KIND, THANK U ANON. god i can’t imagine having gotten into any supernatural fandom faction after nov. 5 like..... the chaos........, can’t actually decide if that’s better or worse than having been into them for 10 years.

hahahaha sorry i’m laughing at the bit about getting annoyed at me reblogging other stuff because like YES i’m a multifandom blog. i’ve never IDed as a spn blog really, like this is my personal blog and i just fling whatever is happening in my brain at any given moment at it, and i know it gets on people’s nerves like my followers are so brave and i love all of you. i’ve always just been like.... here this is my space whatever.

i’ve had sideblogs before? like i made one in 2011 for 1d and i made one at some point around then for neopets but... i’m too lazy to really keep em active, i’d rather just have everything in one place lol. then again, i think the nature of like fandom has changed so much tbh, that i get why people kind of put parts of their online experience onto anon sideblogs.

anyway glad u are having a good time, hope u stick around, this ask was v funny to me thank u for that. it’s okay if u just secretly enjoy it hahaha, i’m just here for shits n giggles anyway. 

tell me who i am to you and how my blog appears to you

#asks #wincest cw #incest cw #yeah i don't really ID as a wincest blog lol #like obvs the most interesting part of the show to me imo is these brothers are fucking weird and unstable #but that is an inherently open to interpretation concept #anyway tldr glad ur having fun #save #testimonials #Anonymous

[yoinkmyheart]

hidden identities [iii]

hidden identities: part i // part ii

pairing: peter parker x superhero!f!reader word count: 1.9k warnings: violence, blood mention, prolly swearing let’s be real, sm:h spoiler (that scene under the bridge w childish gambino) summary: reader is one of peter’s best friends and has so far successfully hidden the fact that she’s a butt-kicking superhero by night until she finds herself fighting side-by-side with spider-man and getting a little injured.

dedicated to: a v v kind anon! “Duuuuuuude hidden identities is so good???!???!?!??!!!!! Like phew, they way you write Peter is so in character!!! I’m loving it and I’m so excited for part 3 😄💙💜 “

a/n: honestly, you guys are such kind readers! agh! anyway, here’s part 3. I left it so that I could do a part 4, so message me if you want one! otherwise i’ll probably leave it here folks ;) 

You only lived a couple blocks away from Liz, so you decided to walk the quiet roads to get there. Unfortunately, you miscalculated how fast you could walk and therefore how fast you could get there. 

So now you were running a little bit later than fashionably late to Liz’s party.

You had your suit tucked away in a small bag. You’d been horrified of the idea of you being unprepared in a event when you were needed and so in the end, decided that you’d bring it along.

It was your last intentions to actually put the suit to use, especially as you’d wanted to enjoy this party. Not just for Peter but for you. You were tired. The clash of school and heroism straight after school finally taking a toll on you.

However, as you rounded the corner, you realized that they—whichever star-lord was out there in the galaxy watching over your fortunes—were not about to give you a break.

You heard a electrifying blast behind you. You whipped your head around to see a puff of blue smoke in the distance and suddenly, you were jumping into a bush and changing out of your jeans and t-shirt.

When you finally emerged, you were none other than your alter-ego: Ghost.

You’d arrived at the scene of the mysterious blue smoke and the journey there, which you ran, was spent invisible. You easily snuck to the under-bridge and were now watching a bunch of men trade and test deadly weapons as if they were toys.

Apart from the three other men, you realized you were by yourself. In any other situation, you’d have found this easy, but whatever weapons those dudes had could harm you really badly. 

But you couldn’t just stand there and watch this happen in front of you?!

You kept yourself invisible and started walking as quietly as you could towards the white van. The dude with a weapon attached around his hand was checking out the weapons in the van, looking for something to convince the buyer.

Sneaking closer to the van, you peered in. Then something clicked.

Whoever these guys were, they must’ve been the same people who gave the faux-vengers their weapons of bank/deli destruction.

You were still lost in thought, astonished and marveling at the weapons when you were abruptly ripped back to reality with- yodelling?

Wait. Isn’t that Peter’s ringtone?

“Okay, what the hell was that?” One of the dealers asked, confused. Apparently they hadn’t expected it either. The ringtone whatever was still going when one of the dealers pulled out a gun.

“Did you set us up?” He asked the buyer at gunpoint, who had flung his hands up in defense. You looked between them

Just as you acted on impulse and twisted the man’s arm that held the gun, Spider-man jumped down from (seemingly) no where. Attracting all attention to him.

“Hey, come on, if you’re gonna shoot somethin-” The man fell to the ground, your hand still on his arm, twisting it so he dropped the gun. You kicked the gun away and pushed him down.

At this distraction, the buyer jumped into the car. You turned yourself visible, making the other dealer’s aware of your presence. He looked at you wide-eyed, and now, so did Spidey.

“Sorry I didn’t introduce myself, that was rude,” You smirked at the dealer.

He shook his arm, which powered up the weapon still strapped around it. It glowed a dangerous electric blue, and before you knew it, he was swinging at you.

Spiderman jumped in at the last minute, taking the brunt of the force. With Spidey down, the two dealers looked like they were going to make a run for it. You looked between the van and a hurt Spider-man.

Sorry Spidey.

You turned yourself invisible and jumped into the van unnoticed. The men were looking for you but obviously had different priorities as they started to speed away, the van doors still wide open.

To your surprise, Spider-man had come-to and shot a web out to the van. Dragging him as the van swerved and sped down the empty roads. He smashed into a bunch of bins and you winced.

Oh my god, that has got to hurt.

With Spider-man screaming down the street, you didn’t know what you could do. You were sitting behind the dealer who was blocking the van doors, so all you could do was stare helplessly at the crime-fighter being hauled.

Come on, Y/N! Do something, anything.

“We’ve got to call him” The dealer driving said, which only gained a uninterested,  yeah, yeah, from his accomplice. The accomplice hauling one of the guns up, which lit up a bright pink.

You watched as he took aim at Spidey, and just as he pressed the button, you kicked his hand, making him miss and hit some bins on the sidewalk. The man looked around, now aware that you were in here somewhere.

“We’ve got company!” He yelled to the man in the front, who’d already decided to call whoever him was. You were just hoping the call wouldn’t go through. 

Looking past the weapon-insane man, you looked out to Spider-man who’d just taken a particularly big hit on a brick mailbox. With his web cut, you watched as you tried to web the end of the van once more, catching the van door which snapped off.

Great. Now you’re stuck in a van. With no back-up hero or sidekick. Full of weapons. Invisible. While a man who knows how to function all-said weapons knows you’re here. 

You’re done for.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” The man sing-songed. He was scanning the van with beady eyes, waiting for you to move. You stayed statue still, not giving him the satisfaction of discovering you.

He shook his arm, his weapon powering up.

He’s going to just punch randomly and hope for the best. Oh god.

You breathed in and out. You still had the upper hand. You were invisible. He wouldn’t know if you were going to make a hit. You let a few minutes pass, lulling him into a false sense of security.

With a great pow, you punched him in the face. His head snapping back. You grabbed one of the weapons, and whacked him over the head with it. He fell on his butt, but he swung his arm out, zapping you in the process.

The weapon knocked you back, knocking the air out from you, as you struggled to breathe. At this, you had suddenly turned visible. You had risen into a crouched position and had your back towards the open van’s back. 

Even if you turned yourself invisible again, there was no where to run. The man smirked at you, his nose already forming an ugly bruise, his arm-weapon glowing a menacing blue.

So, with no where to run, you did the next best thing. You stepped back out of the van, awaiting the inevitable sting of the pavement only to be suddenly yanked upwards.

You looked up, realizing that Spidey had caught you with his web and was being hulled higher and higher by a dude in a big ass mechanical suit. What the fuck?

The gravity of the situation finally hit you. Gravity. This dude was going to drop you and he was only going higher and higher. Oh my god, you’re going to die. 

You started blinking back tears and screams, as you heard Spider-man struggling from above you. His web must’ve been pretty goddamn strong, because you were still holding on.

Apparently, you spoke too soon. You faintly heard beeping from above you before the web snapped, making you plummet faster and faster to the water. You twisted to make your falling at least a little slower.

Suddenly, you felt arms wrap around you. You felt a lot more air resistance, slowing your descent just enough to avoid breaking any bones. At the last second, whoever had their arms around you twisted so they’d be the one to slam into impact.

You shut your eyes, and in a big splash, you were engulfed in darkness and chilling water

Someone dropped you down onto ground and out of the water, you coughed up water from your lungs. You ripped your mask off, in an attempt to stop the suffocating feeling,  not caring at all about keeping your identity hidden. Caring a lot more about keeping yourself alive.

You realized that you didn’t get out on your own. Spider-Man, who had also taken off his mask but had his back to you, was crawling out of the water as well and-

Iron Man?!

Iron man nodded in your direction and Spider-Man flipped around, confirming your past suspicions about the superhero. Looking at you, his hair damp with eyes wider than his masks own, was Peter Parker.

“Y/N?!”

Peter was shell-shocked. He had suspected Y/N Y/L/N to be invisible girl, but he couldn’t handle the idea of it, so he had quickly dismissed it before. Once he got over his shock, he ran up to you and trapped you into a bone-crushing hug.

“You could’ve died Y/N! What were you thinking? You’re invisible girl? You’ve been putting yourself in danger!” He said, in rapid fire. He was not holding you by the shoulders and looking at you. You simply replied by hugging him back, nestling your head into his chest.

You could’ve just died.

He hugged you back and you stayed like that for a couple of moments until-

“A-hem”

Forgetting Iron Man’s presence, you split apart and turned towards the floating red suit. You knew that Peter had to talk to him alone, so you turned away and sat on one of the swings on the farther end of the playground. 

Surely, it was Mr. Stark who was mentoring Peter. After all, every time Spidey would come up, Peter would be at the “Stark Internship”. You hadn’t realized but you’d started crying.

You nearly just died. So did Peter. If Peter had died saving you, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. Trapping yourself in that van was such a stupid idea. What were you thinking.

You cried into your palms, the cold biting you, and your hair surrounding you. It was then that you heard Mr. Stark softly finish with, “Go take care of your girlfriend,” before blasting off.

“Y/N?” You looked up at Peter with red, tired eyes. Peter’s suit looked completely dry at this point. He pulled you into another hug, suddenly making you feel his warmth.

“You could’ve died. Y/N- I- I don’t know what I would’ve done if you had died,” He played with your hair, and whispered this out softly. You hugged him tighter, scared that you’d lose him.

“I know Pete, I know,” You mumbled.

You pulled away, looking into his eyes, his brown ones filled with genuine worry for you. That’s when you noticed he was crying. Even before, when he didn’t know your hidden identity, he’d been scared of your death. But now, now he knew that it was his best friend, you, so close to dying.

He wasn’t just scared of the thought of your death, it broke him apart.

While he was looking down at you, just as you’d noticed his tears, he’d realized he’d loved you. More than Liz. More than saving people. He loved everything about you. He loved how you’d been there for him through everything. He loved how kind and caring you were. He loved your snarky sense of humor. He loved you.

So there, under the light of the moon that night. Two best friends who fell hard for each other, looked into each other’s eyes. Leaning closer and closer to each other, and kissed.

yIkES. idk how to feel about this because i sUCk and kinda rushed this! aNywHOooOo sorry it’s so late omg. it’s not good enough for it to be this late YOKES. thanks for reading! feedback is appreciated & encouraged! x

tags: @holywinchesterness + @lunastarwatcher + @booya–18 + @caitsymichelle13 + @parker—peter + @sylviestars + @captainsherlockwinchester110283 + @rosaetum + @slythergirlimagines + @lionfart + @africanqueen2002 + @5-seconds-of-sarcasmm + @peter-pan-hoe love y’all  ♡

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[serpentjuggje]

Broken hearted- Jughead x Reader

Request: Can I request an imagine where Jughead and Betty are like making out and reader walks in on it but Betty’s known the reader has been in love with Jughead since they were 7 or 8 and the reader’s so hurt and see how the gang reacts to that. You pick whose side they take in all of it. But can you make it like super angsty and more like the calm before a big storm in the beginning. I’m so sorry if this is too much to ask for. -anonymous A/N: Of course it's not too much to ask, thank you for the request Anon! Also, I made Betty out to be a bit of a bitch in this, but I actually love Betty! Don't hate me! Summary: The reader is in love with Jughead but catches Betty and him making out and it's heartbroken. Will there be a happy ending? Warnings: Swearing, fluff!!! Word count: 1'774 *** It was no secret that you were completely and irrevocably in love with Jughead Jones. You had been for as long as you could remember, and had been best friends with him for even longer. Sometimes you felt like Jughead may like you back, but never had the courage to do anything about it in fear of rejection or ruining your friendship. It was always Y/N and Jughead. But you wished Y/N and Jughead meant more than the two best friends who kept themselves to themselves. It was a Friday evening and you were heading to Pop's to meet Veronica for a catch up over a milkshake or two. You'd had an awful day in all honesty. You'd woken up late, had a math test that you'd probably failed and for some reason Jughead had been somewhat off with you. You brushed it off and assumed it was just because of everything going on with his dad. You hadn't actually wanted to go out tonight, but Veronica had practically forced you, but little did you know; your awful day was about to get a lot worse. You stepped through the front door of Pop's diner and were greeted with the familiar fluorescent lights that filled the darkness. You spotted Ronnie in a booth to your right and made your way over and sat down opposite her as she greeted you. "Hey Y/N, I ordered you a strawberry milkshake: your usual." She smiled, pushing the full milkshake glass towards you, careful not to spill any. "Thanks V" you replied. "So today I was in cheer practice and..." Ronnie gossiped. But your attention was drawn elsewhere and her blabbering faded into the background and you spotted something you really had not wanted to see. Jughead and Betty. In a booth beside one another. That part was fine, but what happened next was what made your stomach drop into the bottom of your shoes. Slowly they leaned in and planted their lips on each other's, and you could have sworn you heard your heart shatter. You began to shake as you brought your hand up to meet your mouth. It wasn't just a quick peck either. They continued to deepen the kiss and it looked somewhat sloppy and intense. "Y/N are you even listening?" Veronica's voice snapped you back to reality but out of the corner of your eye you could still see the two of them sucking each other's faces off. A small tear rolled down your cheek and you managed to whisper "I'm sorry V I have to go." And with that you stood from the booth. Veronica turned her head in the direction of the thing on which your gaze was fixed, and she let out a gasp. "Oh my god that bitch!" But by the time she'd noticed and was making her way over to their booth, you were already out the door. You didn't know where to go. You couldn't go home. Your parents would be quizzical about why you were upset and probably tell you to get over it. You couldn't go to Betty's house for obvious reasons. So you found yourself on a park bench in the middle of Riverdale, your knees drawn up to your chest and you heaved sobs and your mind raced. How could Betty do that to you? She was meant to be your friend. Everyone knew how you felt about Jughead apart from Jughead. You were suddenly hit by the realisation that you'd been kidding yourself for years. Jughead didn't love you, nor would he ever. He obviously liked Betty now, and any chances of you and him being anything more than best friends had been flushed down Pop's diner toilet. You hadn't thought being broken hearted would feel like this. You thought you'd just feel empty and a bit sad, when in actual fact there was a deep and agonising pain in your chest reminding you of what you'd lost, but the truth is, you hadn't lost anything, because Jughead Jones had never actually been yours. What you didn't know was that as soon as you left, Veronica stormed over to Betty and Jughead's booth and tore the two off each other. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She yelled, not loud enough to attract a lot of attention. The two of them just looked dumbfounded, however Betty had more of a knowing look to her for eyes. "Erm..V-" Betty began but was cut off. "Don't you V me! I expected better of you Betty. You knew how she felt. How she always felt and you did this! Some friend you are." Veronica shamed her. Jughead sat confused in the booth, separating the two of them. "Oh come on V, it wasn't going to happen anyway, she had to get over it." Veronica shook her head in disbelief and said under her breath; "You shady bitch." Jughead finally decided to speak up. "Will someone please tell me what's going on?" But Veronica shook her head in disbelief. "As if you don't even know." And with that she walked out of Pop's leaving the pair alone once again. Archie received a phone call from a very angry Veronica in which she explained the situation. Archie knew Jughead, and knew that he would never try to hurt you on purpose, but also couldn't believe Betty would go behind your back in such a way. He decided to take matters into his own hands and also made his way to Pop's diner. Once inside he spotted the same booth Veronica had been in only 30 minutes ago, except this time only one person sat there. Jughead Jones. It was definitely after 10pm so the diner was almost empty. "What were you thinking Man?" Archie asked his best friend as he slid into the booth opposite him. "I kissed Betty, what do you mean what was I thinking?" Jughead asked. He'd obviously been sat trying to put together the pieces and work out what he'd done wrong. Archie decided to put him out of his misery. "Y/N is heartbroken dude!" He whisper shouted. And suddenly Jughead's eyes filled with dread. "What? Why?" He questioned, his voice faltering in fear that he always knew the answer. "Come on Jug, she's obviously head over heels for you! She always has been. And to see you kissing Betty broke her dude!" Jughead was filled with a sudden rage at himself. He sighed and removed his grey beanie, running his slender fingers through his raven locks. "Oh shit." Was all he said. He hated that he'd hurt Y/N. "She actually likes me?" Jughead asked in disbelief. "She loves you Jug, you're the only one too blind to see." And all of a sudden, fragments of his and your relationship came flooding back as he thought over all the hints, all the things he'd missed whilst he'd too been hoping you felt the same about him. "Archie the only reason I was with Betty was to try and get over Y/N! I thought she'd never like me and Betty was there you know, she comforted me!" Archie let out a snort. "Comforted you because she wanted to get into your pants!" He joked. Jug gave Archie a 'not funny' look. "I've fucked up big time." Jughead whispered. "Yep. And I suggest you do something about it." Archie said before again leaving Jughead with his thoughts. Veronica finally found you on the bench you'd arrived at hours before. You were still sitting, your legs pulled up to your chest, tears escaping from both eyes. She ran over to you and placed an arm around your shoulders. "Shhh, it's ok Y/N." and you just buried your head into her pearl-covered neck and cried as she rubbed your back. "All boys are idiots, us girls have to stick together." She reassured you, and you let out a little chuckle. "And don't worry, I gave Betty a little piece of my mind before I left." She said, obviously trying to cheer you up. You heard someone clear their throat from the other side of the bench and looked up only to be met with the person you really did not want to see right now. Jughead. "If you're here to do some more damage, feel free to leave!" Veronica defended you. Jughead looked slightly taken aback but replied "I'd just like to talk to Kirsty, alone." Ronnie met your gaze as if questioning you. "It's ok V." You told her, and with that she gave you a reassuring smile and left the two of you alone. Jughead took her place on the bench and looked down at his hands as if anticipating what to say. "Y/N I'm sorry" was all he could manage. You stayed silent. "I had no idea you felt that way." He told you, and you chuckled, wiping a twat from your left cheek. "Well now you do, not that it changes anything." But Jughead began to shake his head furiously, turning so that he was facing you. "No it changes everything!" He said, catching your attention. "It changes everything because I was only with Betty to get over you because you are too good for me! You always have been Y/N." when you remained silent, Jughead took that as his cue to continue. "I did it because I thought you'd never feel the same about me. I love you Y/N." And his hand moved to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch, enjoying it whilst it was there. "You're so perfect, and I've never felt about anyone, the way I do about you. I love you." He repeated, and you rested your forehead against his, hastily bringing your lips together. They swam the distance between one another and began to move in sync. Fireworks erupted in your stomach and slowly your broken heart began to mend. Jughead was kissing you. The boy you'd been in love with for as long as you could remember, and suddenly everything was ok again. You pulled apart due to the need for air, and you assumed the position resting your foreheads against each other again, short breaths escaping both of you. "I love you too" you told him, and his face flooded with the biggest smile you'd ever seen, a sort of relief filing his eyes, along with a couple of tears. He planted a kiss on your forehead and you curled into his side, inhaling his familiar scent. "I will never hurt you again Y/N, I promise." And you believed him. A/N: hope you enjoyed this guys! Don't forget to send me your requests! X

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