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motherloads · 8 months

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Meet Me in the Pale Moonlight

Disclaimer: I absolutely love Jenny in the film! Too bad I like writing miscommunication. No bashing of Jenny!

The reader was supposed to be brooding and menacing? But she’s a wreck with a symbiote lol.

My spanish is also pretty meh in writing despite being Mexican myself. I speak better than I write! Pls keep that in mind ◡̈

Summary: The reader watches on the sidelines as Jenny and her longtime crush, Jaime Reyes become close to one another. Being Milagro's closest friend, she dreads when she has to come over and see the lovebirds.

But who says her little friend would allow this to happen? And who says what she sees is true?

->Pairings: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

-> Use of (Name).

-> Marvel/DC crossover (mentioned Eddie Brock, Peter Parker, and relations to other fic)

->Warning: So much miscommunication, murder talk, and spinal cord removal :(

Once again, please ignore grammar mistakes.

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I'm the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean? When you gonna ditch that stupid, you got? It's me you should be seeing.

"Are you just going to continue to stare?" Milagro questions her close friend, who stares at her brother with a pair of love-sick eyes. "Dude, just go talk to him."

"Can't really do that," Her friend hums in response, "Look, Kord is walking over to him. Now he's going to have the brightest smile ever and then they'll hug Then she's going to pat him on the back and start helping him with your house remodel. Look! They're doing it!"

Exactly at that point, Jaime laughs as Jenny pushes him over, grabbing the paintbrush on her own and assisting him with the cream-colored outer walls. Jaime shakes his head in response, nudging her back.

"So what? I'm his sister, and what I can tell you is that they are NOT together. They're just really good friends!" Milagro explains, quieting down when Jaime looks over. "Come on, clear it up. I don't want to see my best friend so sad."

"I'm grieving," She pouts, lowering herself into the chair, "You don't see what I see. They are definitely together."

"Si no lo preguntas, nunca vas a saber," Another voice exclaims. Both girls turn their heads to her mother who shakes her head at them. "Don't be shy! I don't want my future daughter-in-law to lose her chance."

Feeling her face heat up, she looks away from the older woman's words. "I know he's your son, but I can't. I'm sorry."

Maybe if you weren't such a pussy, you would have gotten the guy. Does the K-dramas we watch together not mean anything?

The sudden voice caused her to jump straight into her seat. Narc had been quiet since she had arrive at the Reyes’ house hold. She hadn’t expected them to speak at all since he rarely did when she was at their residence. At first, it was off putting to never hear the familiar voice, but she slowly grew used to the silence.

Born out of wedlock from the original symbiote, Narc had been the symbiote who had begun their stay before she arrived in this Universe. They were the only connection she had to the life she once had. Or was it the other being stuck here as well? She wasn’t sure, she ignored all contact to the woman connected to her in more ways than one.

"K-Dramas are not real, idiot." She hissed under her breath.

"Did you say something, Mija?" Mrs. Reyes questions, resting her hand under the woman's chin. "You often talk to yourself, just like little Jaime."

"Mama!" Jaime calls out, "I'm not little anymore! Come on, don't tell her that!"

"You are little, cabrón. Don't you remember the incident? Naked con tus chiquito huevitos." His Uncle Rudy cackles, "Don't you remember that, ama?"

Their Nana shakes her head in response, smiling broadly at the memory. Milagro begins to laugh as well while Jenny sits beside the girls with a small nod in the direction of (Name). She returns the gesture, crossing her hands as she ignored how hard her heart hammered.

"I'm lost," (Name) murmurs, "So, so lost...But anyway, I have to head out. Thank you for having me!"

"Come by anytime, (Name)." Jaime grins, walking up to her and hugging the girl tightly, "Just remember to ignore anything they say about me, okay? Don't want them ruining anything."

"They're your family, I don't think they are capable of doing so," She pats his back, looking down at Milagro who fake kisses the air in front of her. Jenny seems to notice as she raises her eyebrows at the duo still hugging.

"You can let me go now, Jaime." (Name) murmurs into his ear, "Don't want her getting the wrong idea."

Jaime pulls away, smiling at the girl in front of him. His eyes flickered down for a second before he looked back at her, "Sorry?" She smiles sadly at him as she moves towards her vehicle. She refuses to look at the family behind her as she hears the conversation pick up again.

I think we should kill her.

"Absolutely not. There is a new hero here, Narc. We can't just murder a well-known figure and expect to get away with it." She groans, buckling her seat belt. She looks back at the family once more as she shifts her gear to drive.

We've done it once. And we can do it again.

"I don't think killing the Green Goblin counts for anything! He was already crazier than us, so the headlines were thanking us!" She exclaims.

His brain was nasty anyway.

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"Do you think Blue Beetle is cool?" Milagro asks, absentmindedly moving her straw around in boredom. "Personally, I think he's a huge nerd. What do you think?"

"Who says you can bother me on my shift?" (Name) frowns, cleaning the bar top in front of her, "And how did they let you in?"

"I have my ways," Milagro grins, "Answer my question. I need to know."

"I think he's...unique? From the news I have seen of him, it's obvious he is of Hispanic Descent. His suit is otherworldly, so I'm assuming it's some kind of alien tech he is using. Definitely not Superman, though." (Name) shrugs, moving the alcoholic beverages aside as she begins assisting the bartenders alongside her.

"Do you think he's cute under his mask?" Milagro leans closer, "Would you date him?"

I would eat him.

"I wouldn't eat him," (Name) responds instead. She pauses as the conversation around her began to quiet down. Some stared at her while others whispered to their compadres nearby.

"I...didn't ask that? I asked if you think he's cute and if you would date him. Dude, where the hell is your mind thinking right now?" Milagro whispers, eyeing the men nearby, "God, I’ve always hated this bar. A bunch of chismosos who are almost always cheating on their wives here. They're always eyeing you too. How do you handle that?"

"First, I can't tell if Blue Beetle is cute based on his voice. Second, I wouldn't date him since I am sooo hung up on your brother." Milagro snorts. "Lastly, this is the only bar that offers the minimum wage. I can handle drunk men well, I've always had."

The conversation began to pick up again as most began focusing on the news displayed in front of them. Blue Beetle was shown on live television, fighting off rogue soldiers from Victoria Kord's force. Despite the woman being long gone, the impact she made had not quite disappeared.

"I knew you were still into him! I say you ask him out! You ain't a homewrecker if he isn't in a relationship!"

"Didn't you say Kord and Jaime kissed? That your whole family cheered for the couple?"

"A fluke! It's a fluke I swear, but it is complicated! Just ask Jaime, please? It would be so cool for us to be family."

"If our lives are ever in danger at this very bar, then I'll ask." (Name) turns away from Milagro's eyes, "That means it will never ha-"

Her voice gets cut off when bullets begin hitting the bar's windows, causing the occupants to duck down to safety. Many of the drunken men tried to escape but most were quickly shot down by the bullets.

Milagro screams, ducking down into a crouch as the bullets continue. (Name) ignores the danger as she maneuvers her way through the destruction. She grabs Milagro, forcing the girl to look her in the eyes. "I need you to hide behind the bar, okay? The bullets won't get you. We will protect you.”

"W-who's we?" Milagro cries as (Name) pushes her behind the bar. There was silence for a moment as screams echoed in the bar. "(Name)? Where are you going?" She pushed Milagro down, moving her way from the bar corner as she looked at the bodies around her. Many men stayed below tables, looking at her in fear as she counted the people alive.

"Nobody get up. It’s not ove-" Her words get cut off when bullets pierce through her whole body. She is flung against the countertop as a bullet pierces too close to her heart. She hears her name being called out as Milagro tries to find her way to the woman.

She smiles at the tear-stained face in her vision. The fear in the other girl's eyes was evident as she continued to scream her name. At that moment, smoke bombs are thrown through the window. The screams had begun to mesh together, the fog covering the vision of the little who were still alive.

She feels the blood oozing out of her mouth, the familiar metallic filling up her mouth. She sputters, not being able to breathe.

It's your turn.

My turn.

Shoes stepping on glass were all everyone heard as the perpetrators stepped through the mess they caused. They held their gun up in return, moving through the fog stealthily. As they communicated with one another, they grew unnoticed by the thing they had angered.

"Find the Reyes girl. She is to be left alive." One spoke up, "Kill every survivor." The main soldier calls out. They await the confirmation of the others but they hear nothing. "I need an affirmative."

The soldier gets smacked in response, feeling themselves recoil from the weight against their body. When they look down at the unfamiliar weight, they begin to scream.

The weight crushing them was there comrade. Left unrecognizable with no head in sight. The blood wafts through their mask. They begin to gag as they try to pull the body off of them. They freeze up when a bloodied helmet rolls closer. Empty and dented, the helmet hits their shoe with a loud clank.

The fog begins to clear up, displaying the mess left behind. The soldier tensed when they noticed the bodies presented around the room. Many hung from the lights, their necks cracking from the added weight of their helmet. Others were hazardously thrown against tables. One had a table leg pierced through their helmet.

"Why must humans be so selfish? Is this fun for you, you pathetic piece of shit?" The soldier whimpers in response, turning their eyes away from the figure crouching in front of their face.

The creature, despite crouching, was still overlooking the only soldier left alive. The disarray and multi-color of the night sky reflected back to the onlookers who began to murmur about the new being. They tilt their head and leaned closer to the soldier, their bright, soulless eyes stared into the helmet. They licked the sharp smile forming from the fear they felt radiating off the soldier.

"Unlike the Blue Beetle, we do not care about the lives of our victims. What do you think happens next?"

"W-What the hell are you?"

"If you must know, my host has named us Narc. Will you beg for your life now?"

The Soldier rips their helmet off, looking at Narc with a look of fear, "Please. Please. I'm sorry. I'll never do this again, please!"

"He had once told us the same. You are just like the others. Pathetic. Unworthy. A perfect meal."

A scream is ripped through his victim's vocal cords as Narc bites down. Blood seeped through their mouth as they ripped out the spinal cord in one sharp turn. Narc stands, spitting their leftovers to the side.

"Hey, ugly!" A voice called out, "What the hell are you doing, man?"

Narc cranes their neck towards the entrance of the bar, watching as Blue Beetle floated at his place. They both stared at each other, unmoving.

"Blue Beetle!" A voice calls out, Milagro moving from her hiding spot to the blue-and-black-clad hero. "My friend is gone! She was just--where is she?" She turns her head towards Narc, who stares down at the shaking girl.

"Get away from it!" Blue Beetle yells, flying through the bar as he centers himself between Milagro and Narc. "Take it up with me and not the civilians!"

"He just--he ate all the soldiers--" Milagro gasps, stepping behind Blue Beetle, "I saw what he did--"

"You--What the hell are you?" Blue Beetle points his palms toward Narc, who continues to stare in silence.

"Does my figure scare you? I can hear your heartbeat." Narc cranes their head towards Milagro. Blue Beetle blocks her from their eyesight. “Worry not, we do not hurt the innocent.”

With those words, Narc feels their familiar bulking figure die down to their less impending figure. The duo are lost for words at the new figure presented in front of them.

"I'm so sorry I think I misgendered you--" Milagro's eyes stayed pinned to the pair of boobs Narc had.

"Where's (Name)?" Blue Beetle turns his head around, "Khaji-Da says she is still here! She was working, right?" His questions are to Milagro.

None of the three seemed to notice the survivors running out of the bar.

"She is here. With me." Narc hums, moving closer to Blue Beetle, "Is Khaji-Da your symbiote?"

"Symb--what? What do you mean (Name) is with you?"

"Jaime Reyes. You are a host are you not?"

"Stop avoiding my questions! Where is she?! How do you know my name--That is not my name! I do not know Jaime Reyes. Do you?"

"I have known of the scarab on your back since the beginning. Do not worry, (Name) remains clueless, for now."

"Why are you saying her name as if you know her?" Milagro questions.

Narc purrs, tilting their head closer to Blue Beetle who stepped back hesitantly. "We have known each other for a long time. We are bonded together until she dies. She is my key to survival in your world. She is me. I am her. We are one. We are Narc."

“Like Narcotics? Did she get you from a drug? She doesn’t seem like the type to do drugs.” Milagro questions, stepping closer to the duo, “And why are you so close? I can smell you from here!”

“We are host and symbiote. We am not from here, you see. Your alien won’t know of us.”

Milagro and Blue Beetle share a look, communicating with silent words. Blue Beetle lowers his hand, allowing Narc to step closer. The symbiote smiles, their purrs growing louder.

“I see why she likes you.”

With those words, Narc sinks into (Name)'s skin, leaving the woman defenseless from the eyes of her long-time crush and friend. She drops to the floor, her wounds patching over themselves with a familiar goo.

Blue Beetle drops to the floor, bringing (Name) close to his body. He rocks her back and forth as Milagro stumbles beside him. Her eyes were bloodshot and the tears that disappeared has formed all over again.

"Why didn't she tell us? Why didn't she tell me?" Blue Beetle, now Jaime who removed his helmet. He leans his forehead on the woman and murmurs into her hair. He kisses her temple as Milagro continues to cry.

"Why didn't she tell us her hero name is literally short for Narcotics?!"

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(Name) awakes to a horrible headache splintering her head. She groans as she shifts closer to the warmth of an unfamiliar body. She nuzzles in closer to the warmth, groaning at the light against her eyelids.

"Narc turn off the lights...I feel like I've just been shot." She moans, gripping her blanket tighter against her body, "I'm going out with Milagro later. I have to go buy cat food..."

"Milagro is taking care of Eddie, don't worry." A familiar voice whispers against her head, "Just go back to sleep. I'll block the sunlight."

"Thanks, Jaime..." Processing the name that came out, she jumps away from the warmth. She stares at Jaime, who stares back in equal shock and sleepiness. His hair was a mess, pointing in different directions. She presses her hand to her mouth, gasping behind it.

"Oh my god. We didn't have sex, did we? If so, that would be awkward because you are my best friend's brother and you literally have a girlfriend. I can't even get drunk so it's impossible for me to forget--oh my god am I in your house?"

"Hey, Hey," Jaime soothes her, smiling at the woman freaking out in his bed, "We didn't have sex and we were not drunk. You were...shot multiple times and some things came to light, but it's okay now, I promise."

"I'm still sleeping in your bed though! You could have left me, being shot doesn't stop me! We were holding each other?! What would Kord think if she saw this now?" She grips the unfamiliar sweater covering her body, feeling her legs shift through from under the sheets and hit against Jaime's.

"Jenny? What about Jenny? We aren't...We aren't dating if that's what you're worried about." Jaime grabbed her by the face, locking eyes with her who looked anywhere but him. "I can't just leave you when you were hurt."

"Milagro said you two kissed."

"We did once have feelings for each other. But it's long gone now, it was just a...heat of a moment kind of thing." Jaime brings her cheeks towards his chest, which she just noticed had nothing covering him from her eyes. Her hands stopped short on his stomach. She felt his stomach flutter in response.

"Besides, I like someone else. I like you."

She feels her heart stop at his confession.

Knew it.

"No shit." She exclaims, looking up at Jaime who smiles down at her doe-like look.

"I do." He whispers back. They both stared at one another until he leaned closer to her face. She felt his breath fan her face as she wrinkled her nose.

"You stink." She snorts, moving her hands to the back of his neck. He laughs at her words.

"Yours smells much worse. Now, come here--" She cuts him off, smashing her lips to his. He holds her waist, bringing her to sit on his lap. Her tongue finds his, leaning closer as her hand moves to stay on his chest. Biting his lip, she softly sucks it lightly. She opens her eyes to find his eyes half-lidded, enjoying the moment.

When she pulls away, her lips find his neck, kissing down to his collarbone. Pulling her hand back to his neck, she inhales his scent.

"Couldn't have waited until I was asleep. You are always like this. The same exact way with Peter Parker."

They both jump at the new voice, turning their heads towards Narc who floated their head around the room, reading the boxes that held different items. She turns her head to Jaime, eyes wide, waiting for him to begin screaming.

"Narc-uh. They explained more about your origins with each other. After finding them standing in a bloodbath, Milagro and I thought the worst had happened but someone--something told me to let Narc explain."

"They told you about our.... situationship?" She questions, gripping onto Jaime's bicep. "You're supposed to be running away--not making out with me!"

"And you! You aren't supposed to be out. You're grounded!" She growls, pulling Jaime's face into the crook of her neck, "You told him everything, huh? Why can't you ever keep secrets? She'll be angry our cover was blown!"

She ignored the look Narc gives, opting to continue her rant, “Asshole, is it because I’m not letting you meet Red Robin? You know it isn’t allowed!”

"The other youngling saw you get shot. Was I supposed to act as if I ate you instead?"

"Actually, yes! Nobody is supposed to know, you promised. We promised Eddie."

"You made a promise to your cat?" Jaime's muffled voice questions. Despite the situation, he bites her neck. "Who is Peter Parker?"

She glares at Narc, who innocently whistles. "No one Jaime, he is no one."

"Former boy toy." Narc responds instead, "Hell of an amateur kisser."

"You kissed him! Not me!" She turns to Jaime, pulling his head back to stare at him, "I'm so sorry, I don't know why they're acting this way. I'll go right now, seriously. I don't want you in our mess."

"Relax," Jaime comforts, grabbing her hand that stayed on his cheek. He smiles at her, "I can protect myself. Look--"

She felt him shift from under her, watching in shock as his body began to be covered by a familiar suit she had seen countlessly on television. Everything except his face was covered in armor. Whilst she analyzed the markings on his suit, Narc moved closer as well.

"Does your scarab only speak to you?" Narc asks, "It is unlike anything I have seen on my planet. Do you feed them as well?"

"They aren't really fed? They don't need sustenance. Khaji-Da only talks to me in my head so they're like a second voice...and planet?"

"This is going to be a long talk," She sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly, "At least you don't have to feed them human brains..."

"What?" Jaime recoils, looking at the two with wide eyes, "I'm sorry? Brains? Like Zombies? The Walking Dead? Like zombies from The Last of Us?!"

"I thought you told him everything!"

"I would never tell of my eating habits! Humans are judgemental!"

#blue beetle #blue beetle x reader #jaime reyes x reader #milagro reyes #symbiote #marvel universe #dc universe #crossover #i lauv xolo #reader insert #lol y r ppl so messy

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rabbitsrants · 5 months

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SHINICHI KUDO IS TOO MUCH

guys, i'm currently working on the "reasons why shinran is one of the most brilliantly written romances of all time" masterlist and i came across this part of the manga:

chapter 44

AND I AM LAUGHING MY ASS OFF

shinichi is absolutely RUTHLESS in this chapter. correct me if i'm wrong, but this has to be his angriest moment throughout the entire series? i don't remember him acting this way in any other chapter 😂 like... shinichi is the type of guy who saves murderers from suicide, it's a well known fact that he values human life more than anything, HE'S A DEEPLY IDEALISTIC PERSON, YALL, THAT'S THE MAIN TRAIT THAT DEFINES HIM AS A PERSON and he straight up tells this dude (whos about to slit his own throat btw) TO GO AHEAD AND KILL HIMSELF

this is the most unhinged i've ever seen him 😂

now, let me be serious for a second. obviously, shinichi strongly suspected that the culprit wouldnt go through with it - he spent the entire case trying to cover up his murder after all, that's not something a suicidal person does. still though. the fact that shinichi was willing to risk it says so much about his love for ran. cause that's what his rant is about. the culprit tried to kill ran on multiple occasions and almost succeeded a couple of times. if there's one thing that shinichi can not handle, it's ran being in danger. he'll lose his composure every single time and he will lash out, even at innocent people who are just trying to help:

chapter 640

this man is so devoted to ran, it hurts.

that's why im so shocked everytime the fandom implies that ran is an irrelevant character who doesnt contribute anything to the story. if (for whatever reason) ran stopped being in the picture, the story would end right then and there.

people seem to forget that shinichi has prioritized ran over cases on numerous occasions (that aspect of their relationship deserves its own post tbh, i'll hopefully get to it in the future), he completely loses his mind everytime there's even the slightest risk that she might get hurt and this case right here? chapter 44? that's the wildest shit shinichi has ever said 😂 the part about justice was spot on and very in character for him, but the rest? it was brutal... and very unlike him. which is shocking, considering that ran was completely unharmed. do me a favor and let that sink in: the end of chapter 44 was merely his reaction to the thought of losing ran - he completely lost his shit. now, if ran actually stopped being in his life? shinichi wouldn't just lose his temper, he'd lose himself.

for the record, this isnt me implying that he would go rogue or whatever. the reason why shinichi is so angry in chapter 44 is because ran is okay and tangible, so he still has something to lose. but if she was gone? if she stopped being his life? he wouldn't be angry, he'd be inconsolable. if the level of anger displayed in chapter 44 and 640 is what we get when shinichi simply worries about ran's safety, just imagine the level of heartbreak that we would witness if he genuinely lost her.

shinichi loves and needs ran so much, it's unfathomable for most people, including me. everytime i think i cracked the case and finally figured out how much shinichi loves ran, he proves me wrong. and while i think that most cold cases are a tragedy, i think im coming to terms with leaving this one unresolved. after all, love is the most mysterious force in the universe. and always will be.

visit the shinran library for more

#ran's not the only person who's difficult to deduce #shinran is too powerful #i love them #shinran #shinichi kudo #ran mouri #detective conan #case closed #dcmk #ship analysis

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silviakundera · 1 year

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Saw The Menu tonight

**spoilers**

Fun comedy-horror. Just the right amount of weird tension & satire. The characterization of the Tyler character was 👌 👌

But honestly what knocked my socks off was the reveal of female protagonist's profession and how it was handled. Like, she's stumbled into this absolutely unhinged murder party and she's detested this Chef guy since about 10 minutes in, and frankly it's already clear he's as annoyingly pretentious & soul-sucking as the diners... But then he pulls her into the backroom to say: straight up, I know a fellow service worker when I see one. And it turns out he clocked right away why she acted squirrly about the old rich dude at the next table. The fact that he could read the situation, and then matter-of-factly listens to her story of a sexwork job that made her uncomfortable... In that brief moment, they are the same.

It's how I was able to buy her getting away in the end. The way he kept prodding at the problem of her. She was tricked there by a dick customer (a service gone wrong) and the Chef knew that far before she & the audience did. It felt he was hoping for an excuse that could fit into his delusions.

#the menu #the menu spoilers #spoilers #obviously the whole thing was dark comedy #not to be taken seriously #in the slightest #omfg but when she tells the story #about that guy #and u connect it with #the comments the wife made earlier about their daughter #🤢🤢🤢

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nichuuu · 1 year

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Beats Me - 2: Celeste

Kwon Eunbi

tags: Mommy kink, teasing, riding, tit fuck, cum on tits

A week rolled by in a blink of an eye. You found yourself backstage at a bar a few streets down from campus, sitting on some crusty seat as you waited to head out. The other band members were busy tuning up, plucking their strings, turning dials and adjusting pegs. Your sticks felt a little heavier than usual, the hickory glistening with sweat from your clammy palms. It wasn’t your first time performing, but the jitterbug always seemed to be in your veins.

You were slowly resonating with the lyrics from that one rap song your friend used to play, that one that went “palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti,” or something of the sort. You weren’t too sure why you were thinking of that now. A soft buzz began to fill your ears, your skin feeling a little more tingly than usual. A single bead of sweat rolled down your nose, and you wiped it away with a shaky hand.

Eunbi’s mouth was moving, telling everyone something that was probably really important. You couldn’t hear her over the thrum in your ears though. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, time slowing down just enough for you to hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“...eaker…”

Was someone calling you? You weren't too sure. Your eyes were on the drum set just past the curtain on your right. That sandwich you ate for dinner didn’t seem to be sitting well in your stomach.

“Sq…ker…”

The spotlight out on stage seemed so glaring. It was like the sun had somehow been brought inside. You wondered how—

“Squeaker!”

You gasped, the buzzing in your ears cutting out as you whipped your head to your right.

“You good?” Ryujin asked, a look of genuine concern on her face. You managed a smile.

“Y-Y-Yea!” You assured her, a blatant lie. “J-Just… Running through the ch-charts in my head… Y-You know?”

Ryujin’s hair wobbled as she cocked her head, fixating you with a stare that seemed to pierce through your very soul. You lifted a shaky hand, flashing her a thumbs up that paired horrible with the odd smile on your face.

“Relax Myeong-seok… Don’t get nervous,” Eunbi assured you, applying some lipstick. “Yeji, tell him that he’ll do great out there.”

Yeji glared at you.

“Screw up and I’ll murder you,” she muttered, adjusting the strap of her guitar.

What a way to calm someone down.

You gulped, feeling the tremor in your index finger rattling the sticks in your hand. You clenched your fingers tighter, the hard wood pressing harder into your palm.

A hand on your shoulder tore your gaze away from the objects in your hand. Ryujin used her head to gesture towards the back door, signalling you to head outside with her. Forcing your wobbly knees to support your weight, you pushed yourself off the crusty cushion on the stool and headed out the back door. You heard the familiar clicking of Ryujin’s jacket zipper hitting the back of her Bass close behind you.

You welcomed the fresh air in your lungs, drawing in deep breaths of cigarette smoke-free air as you rest your hands on your knees.

“Squeaker,” Ryujin called out to you.

“I’m fine,” you responded.

“Come on dude,” She tried again

“I just need air,” You assured her once more. You heard her let out a sigh before she gripped your shoulder and pulled you upright. She spun you to face her, and you were looking straight into her eyes.

“Relax Squeaky,” She told you, voice oddly soothing. Another gulp of saliva went down your throat, your eyes squeezing shut as you forced yourself to breathe.

In through the nose… Out through the mouth… In through the nose… Out through the mouth.

“Hey… Look at me.”

You opened your eyes. Ryujin gazed back at you. She pursed her lips, looking for something to say.

“You’re gonna be fine okay?” She assured you. “We’ve practised hard, haven’t we?”

You nodded vigorously.

“Y-Yea…” You sputtered. “B-But… I-I’m scared.”

“Buddy, you’ve nailed your part in less than five days,” She reminded you.

“S-Still…”

“Still what man?” She cut you off. “You are an amazing drummer, you know that?”

“I-I wouldn’t say tha—”

She cut you off with a fierce stare and you quickly went quiet.

You’d thought that after your fiasco with Ryujin that night, things would’ve gotten tense between you two. Surprisingly, the morning after you did the deed with Ryujin, she seemed a lot more cheery and goofy than usual. You talked about what happened the night before as agreed upon before you passed out, and she seemed to be totally chill with the fact that you smashed her brains out and came all over her. Twice.

“It was a drunk mistake. It happens,” She told you over lunch that day. “Don’t worry about it Squeaky, I don’t really care. It’s not the first time I’ve been in these situations.”

After clearing the air and emphasising that there were no feelings between the two of you, you agreed to stay as friends, or “friends with benefits” as Ryujin preferred to say. You’d gotten a lot closer with her since then. She called you back into the practice room on almost a daily basis after that day, running through the song list with you over and over again till you almost had everything down by heart. The two of you figured out some cool gimmicks the two of you could pull off, discovering some duets that were usable to spice things up. You later found out from Eunbi that she had been doing it to help you out, and you gained a newfound respect for your fellow band member.

“You’ll do great out there,” Ryujin encouraged. “Trust me.”

Her faith in you touched your heart, and your racing pulse seemed to settle a little.

“T-Thanks…”

She smirked and fixed your shirt collar.

“Don’t freeze up on me Squeaky… I wanna pull off some of those duets we practised, mkay?”

You chuckled and nodded.

“Y-Yea… S-Sure…” You nodded. She patted your cheek.

“There you go… Loosen up…” Your friend giggled.

The door to backstage swung open. Yoo Ji-min poked her head out through the doorway

“Is your little pep talk over?” Karina asked.

“Yep, we just finished. Why? Are you getting jealous honey?,” Ryujin smirked. Ji-min rolled her eyes.

“Very funny Ryujin. Get your asses inside, we’re on in five.”

You tried to put a little bit of a spring in your step as you walked back into backstage.

“Is he okay now?” Eunbi asked.

“A-A little better now,” You assured her. She gave you a smile.

“Don’t worry Myeong-seok-ie, you’ll get used to it,” The singer told you with a wink. You nodded, managing a small smile.

Yeji came strutting in from on stage.

“On stage people! On stage!” She barked. Everyone got up and moved out past the curtain. You weren’t sure how big the crowd was, but there wasn’t time to think about that now.

Ryujin placed a hand on your back and pushed you forward.

“You don’t get many opportunities like this. Go big or go home,” She whispered. You forced a laugh before stepping out onto the small stage, Ryujin in tow.

A small round of applause greeted you as you jogged over to the kit, sticks in hand. You noted that the stool was a little rickety when you sat down, but you reminded yourself that it could be worse.

“Hello everyone! So glad to be able to be here tonight,” Eunbi greeted the crowd, working her charm on those present. She looked amazing under the light. She was rocking her outfit, her form-hugging white top paired with the thin cardigan over her shoulders giving her an ethereal vibe. The shorts she wore hugged her thighs, the seam perfectly cut at the perfect length to show off her creamy, long legs. She spoke to the small audience, introducing the band and giving a quick introduction to its formation, as well as sharing some of the songs you guys would be playing that night.

“Before we kick off the night, could we get a small round of applause for our drummer? He’s making his debut with us tonight and he’s a little nervous guys,” Eunbi said, stepping aside to let the crowd get a better look at you. You smiled shyly and waved, a polite yet encouraging round of applause going around the room. Eunbi waited patiently for the applause to die down before taking the limelight once again.

“Alright, ladies and gents… Sit back, relax, and enjoy,” She beamed angelically. She turned to you and gave you a small nod, a signal for you to begin the count in.

“On your cue Squeaky,” You heard Ryujin whisper. She was standing right next to you, ready to go, and so were the other band members.

With a deep breath, your sticks struck each other, counting your members in before breaking into your first song.

It was safe to say that Eunbi easily captured the attention of the audience. Eyes around the room seemed to be pinned to her as soon as she opened her mouth, watching with intent as Kwon Eunbi took the stage. Not a single eye left her, her presence felt through the entire bar as her body swayed with the music, her angelic voice floating through the air ever so gently, just like a feather. This was her element, and no one can disagree.

The stage was hers. And that was clear through the entire night. You and Ryujin didn’t even bother attempting any of the things that you were eager to test in fear of disrupting Eunbi while she was in the zone.

A standing ovation was the least Eunbi deserved at the end of the band’s performance that night, and it was exactly what she got. You couldn’t help but grin as you saw the crowd rise from the tables, a thunderous round of applause and cheers reverberating through the bar. You noted that the men seated in front of Eunbi cheered particularly louder than the rest.

“Thank you guys for being a great crowd. Good night everyone!” Eunbi thanked them, bowing deeply before gesturing for the band to get off the stage. You rose from your seat, heading back behind the curtains together with the rest of the band.

“Way to go, Eunbi! You killed it out there!” Ji-min didn’t hesitate to praise as soon as the band was all back behind the curtain.

“Thanks, Karina,” Eunbi replied humbly. “You guys were all amazing as well. Especially you Myeong-seok-ie.”

“M-Me?” You stammered. “O-Oh it was… It was nothing… I was just… d-drumming.”

“But still, it was some pretty fucking good drumming,” Eunbi grinned. Ryujin slapped you on the back.

“What did I tell you, Squeaker?” Ryujin beamed proudly. You blushed and smiled back, flattered by the compliments.

“What about me, Eunbi?” Ji-min asked.

“Perfect as usual, Ji-min,” Eunbi affirmed to the younger girl. Eunbi turned and looked at the two guitarists.

“You guys were Awesome too,” She told them. You saw Yeji smile for once, and Kkura looked ecstatic.

“Yo, you forgot about me!” Ryujin pointed out, using a thumb to point to herself. Eunbi laughed and nodded.

“Yes, yes… You were sexy as usual Ryujin-ie,” Eunbi praised. Ryujin looked satisfied, doing a small fist pump.

The door backstage swung open, notifying all of you with the loud squeak it made as a man entered from the door.

“Well done! I’ve never seen my patrons so enthusiastic about a performance!” The man said, walking up to shake Eunbi’s hand. Eunbi smiled graciously and shook it.

“Thank you Manager-nim, we’re glad that we managed to entertain everyone,” She said.

“We?” The manager laughed. He placed a hand on Eunbi’s arm. “Darling, you were the star tonight! The crowd was only interested in you!”

The high spirits that you guys shared seemed to instantly vanish with the one statement. You felt your smile slowly fading from your face as you stared at the Manager of the bar.

“The quality of the performance was a group effort, Manager-nim, it wasn’t just me,” Eunbi said, a glint of annoyance in her eyes.

“Bullshit! Any fool can pick up an instrument and play it as they do! They’re irrelevant!” The man said. He had his back turned towards the rest of the band, and you were unsure if it was out of blatant disrespect or if he was trying to have a one-on-one conversation. Eunbi’s dazzling smile seemed to lose its gleam, her lips slowly closing and forming a line.

“I disagree with that, but thank you for the praise,” Eunbi remarked, shooting a glance towards all of you. The Manager didn’t seem to read the mood.

“No worries! You deserve all the praise in the world!” The manager replied, voice almost in a coo as he rubbed Eunbi’s arm. Your singer took a step back, pulling away from him.

“Thank you for the generous praise, but I believe we all have to rush off now,” Eunbi told him coolly. You could tell that she was doing her best not to slap him.

“Ah yes. Let me hand out the pay,” He said. He reached into his coat pocket and produced 6 envelopes. Five of them were white, and one of them was golden.

He handed the golden envelope to Eunbi ever so gently before whipping around and tossing the other five towards the rest of you. Yeji looked like she wanted to say something, but Ryujin held her arm, calming her friend down silently. You bent forward and picked up the envelopes scattered on the floor, giving them out the rest of your members and taking one for yourself.

“Manager-nim… Why is my envelope gold?” Eunbi inquired.

“You were excellent, so I thought that it was the right thing to do to give you a bonus!” He beamed. A disgusting effort to try and woo Eunbi. “I needed to differentiate the envelopes… Gold seems rather fitting, no?”

Eunbi stared at him stoically. She silently opened her envelope and pulled out the bills inside.

“How much was the bonus?” She queried.

“Oh… Just a small addition of 100,000 won,” He gloated, a proud glint in his eyes. Eunbi was unfazed, almost unimpressed as she pulled out a single 100,000 Won bill from the wad of money. Slotting the bill into the glittery envelope, she handed it back to the manager, who looked puzzled.

“W-What are you doing?” He asked.

“I won’t be needing the bonus, you may keep it,” Eunbi answered, smiling innocently. The manager was clearly taken aback.

“B-But it’s good money!” He argued.

“Good money or not, I am a part of a band. If you want to give a bonus, it’s either you give us all a bonus or no one gets a bonus at all,” Eunbi rebutted flatly.

“But—” He tried to begin. Eunbi slapped the envelope into his chest, cutting him off.

“Thank you for having us, we’ll be going now.”

With that, Eunbi smiled at the rest of you, a signal for all of you to get up and go. Everyone grabbed their things and walked out of the back door.

“Fuck you, you little shit. I’d like to see your fat ass pick up a Bass and play, ” Ryujin cussed the manager out crudely, preceding to flip him off for good measure.

“Now, now Ryujin,” Eunbi cautioned her. “Get to the car.”

Ryujin shot him one final glare before turning tail and leaving. You held the door open for Eunbi, gesturing for her to head out first. She smiled, patting you on the shoulder in thanks before exiting.

“W-Wait!” The manager called out to you as you were about to leave. “You! Make her change her mind!”

You turned and mustered a smile.

“Have a good night sir,” You bowed before shutting the door behind you. You headed back to the parking lot, where Ryujin had just finished loading her instrument into the trunk of Eunbi’s vehicle.

“Irrelevant… Irwelevant?!” Ryujin spat, slamming the trunk shut and heading into the back seat. You could only sigh and squeeze in together with her and the other three members, shutting the door to Eunbi’s car behind you.

There was a moment of silence as you all sat there, processing what had happened.

“Guys… I’m so sorry about that,” Eunbi began.

“D-Don’t be… It wasn’t your fault Eunbi,” you chimed in.

“It’s partially my fault…” Eunbi replied, pinching her nose bridge. “You know what… Let’s forget about this guys… Let’s celebrate our successful gig at my place, how about that?”

The car was completely silent.

“S-Sure… S-Sounds… Good,” You replied hesitantly. Eunbi shot you a small smile in the reflection of the rearview mirror. She started up the car, pulling out of the parking lot and driving into the night.

~~~~

The mood in Eunbi’s apartment was far from celebratory. Ryujin was visibly upset, Yeji was clearly pissed, Kkura looked hurt and Jimin seemed to lose her life in her eyes. You felt their pain but tried to lighten the mood with some basic conversation. It could only last for so long with the sour atmosphere, and Eunbi made the decision to bring out the alcohol in hopes of loosening everyone up.

Ryujin got drunk quickly after downing shot after shot while muttering things under her breath. Yeji decided that it was best if she got Ryujin home and called a cab for the two of them. They were the first to leave, and Kkura decided to call it a day a few minutes later. Jimin left moments later when her friend Minjeong came to get her.

That left you and Eunbi in her apartment, sitting at her table in silence as you stared at the sole glass of liquor you drank that night. You wanted to head home too, but something in your gut urged you to stay with Eunbi in her apartment. The singer took a swing out of the cup of Makgeolli she had in her hand. It was her 10th cup for the night.

“What a fucking mess…” She muttered, looking on the verge of tears. “It started off great… But then I just had to ruin it…”

You weren’t sure why she was blaming herself for the situation caused by another person, but you pushed your confusion aside to comfort your vocalists.

“It wasn’t you Eunbi… You should stop blaming yourself,” You told her. She buried her face in her hands.

“I know but… This… This isn’t the first time something like this has happened,” She said.

You shifted one seat down such that you were on her immediate right.

“You can’t blame yourself for the actions and attitude of others, Eunbi,” You consoled her. “Yes, today was upsetting, but…”

You trailed off, struggling to find words to comfort the woman next to you without repeating yourself. Eunbi swallowed and lifted her face out of her hands.

“I-I don’t know anymore… I just… I just feel like… I-I’m stealing everyone’s spotlight…”

She squeezed her eyes shut. The unmistakable glimmering outline of a tear rolled down her cheek, a whimper leaving her mouth. You hesitated for a moment but slowly patted her arm. She opened her eyes and gazed at you, tears glossing her orbs as her bottom lip trembled

“D-Do you mind if I hug you?” She asked, her tone polite despite the fact she was about to break down. You awkwardly opened out your arms to her, and she wasted no time in leaning in and wrapping her arms around your back. She pressed her face into your shirt, and you felt her body shake against you as she wept. You awkwardly patted her back, your offer of consolation not really doing much to calm the poor girl down.

She stayed there for a while, letting out all the screams and tears that she had pent up in her heart. You were willing to be an outlet for her release as you sat there, one hand rubbing Eunbi’s back while the other remained on the table.

“I-I’m sorry… I-I don’t know what came over me…” She apologised once she had calmed down.

“N-No worries Eunbi…” You assured her. “I-I understand.”

She nodded, wiping away her tears as she sat back upright.

“Thank you, I really needed that,” She smiled weakly. You gave her a smile of your own.

“Glad I could help,” You told her. She sat there for a moment, staring at her hands as she played with her fingers. An air of awkward silence hung over the two of you.

“A-Anything else you need?” You inquired. She stayed silent, but you knew she was thinking. In your week of knowing Eunbi, you knew that she wasn’t usually one to ask things out of others. For her to even contemplate it, she must be in dire need of comfort.

“T-There… There’s one thing you could do for me…” She finally spoke. You sat up straight.

“All ears,” you said. She bit her bottom lip, thumbs twiddling in place.

“I… I need relief right now… Will you help me?” She requested. You nodded promptly.

“S-Sure thing…” You answered.

Eunbi looked up at you, eyes still red and puffy, but there was something else in those dark brown eyes.

You blinked, and she had somehow gotten out of her seat and straddled you. Her face was mere inches away, her hot breath tingling the skin on your nose.

“I… Want to be filled up with a nice, big cock,” She whispered. “And I heard from our favourite bassist that you know your way with a woman.”

You were frozen, limbs, muscles and tendons firmly locked in place. Unlike your fling with Ryujin, you didn’t have the assistance of Alcohol to help you out. Eunbi traced your jaw with a finger.

“I need you to ravish my body and leave me screaming… Just like you did with her. Can you do that?” She whispered.

“E-Eunbi I—”

Her finger pressed firmly against your lips.

“I’ll ask again… Can you do that for me? Yes or no?”

You gulped, unsure how things had taken a turn so quickly. Eunbi’s finger left your lips, slowly tracing a line from your chin down to your Adam’s apple.

“Be a good boy… Say yes for mommy,” She breathed, the unmistakable tone of lust generously injected in her voice. You felt yourself rapidly hardening under her. Her finger was on your chest now, her tongue emerging out between those tantalising lips as she gave her upper lip a slow swipe of her pink tongue.

“I’m losing patience baby…” Eunbi warned. There seemed to be only one answer…

“O-Okay…” You stammered out.

“Okay who?” Eunbi asked sternly.

You gulped.

“O-Okay… mommy…”

A wicked smile made its way onto Eunbi’s face.

“Good boy…”

Her finger left your chest. She grasped the bottom of her white top and pulled upwards, her marvellously large tits spilling out of their confinements. She peeled off the tape covering her nipples and tossed them aside.

“Start with mommy’s tits sweetie,” She instructed, voice almost a coo.

Your mouth drooled at the sight of her voluptuous breasts. Her brown light nipples were hardened, standing proudly at attention. You slowly inched forward towards them, the full mounds on her chest slowly getting closer and closer to your mouth.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was acceptable of you. However, Eunbi’s hand that had snaked up to the back of your head, pushing you into her right breast made you think otherwise. Your lips parted, head moving forward to capture her right tit in your mouth.

A soft sigh left Eunbi’s parted lips, the hand on the back of your head stroking, fiddling and caressing your hair as you applied gentle suction to her bosom, tongue flicking her sensitive nipple intermittently. Each swish earned a sharp gasp of delight out of the woman, her hand pushing you forward with increasing force, pushing you deeper into her tits.

“Yes darling… That’s it…” She sighed, eyes shutting as she tilted her head back.

You released her right breast from your mouth, leaving the mound shimmering with your saliva as you swiftly transferred to the left side of her chest. Eunbi bit her lip, her face twisting in pleasure ever so slightly as you suckled her. Her hand found yours, guiding it up to her right tit and squeezing the full, firm mound of flesh. Continuing your work, you feasted, fiddled and squeezed. Her moans only spurred you, motivating you to double your efforts.

“Oh~ Oh good fucking god… Keep going, sweetie… ” She rasped, nails digging into the back of your head as you took the flesh of her breast deeper into your mouth. You sucked twice as hard, tongue now swirling around her nipple, occasionally flicking up to catch the sensitive nub. You could feel her pressing herself onto you, trying to be as close to you as possible while your mouth and hands worked in tamdem to derive the ultimate pleasure for Eunbi.

Eventually, she had enough. With a firm hand on your chest, she pushes you away from her marvellous chest.

Her eyes catch yours, and you instantly pick up on the ferocity of her gaze, a splash of lust blending in the midst. She rises off you, standing up straight and folding her arms over her chest.

“Get your pants off,” She commanded. You obeyed, standing up to unbuckle your belt. She watches, looking almost unimpressed as you let your pants drop to your ankles.

“Sit,” She barks. You comply. She leans down, breast hanging right in front of you before yanking your boxers down. Your cock springs free, your member twitching with anticipation.

“Looks like Ryujin wasn’t lying when she talked about its size…” She says, slender fingers wrapping around the base of your shaft. Your breath hitched, your mind going blank at the sensation of her hand around your cock.

“Mmmm… This feels like this will stretch me out,” She breathed, stroking you slowly with that delicate hand. “Yes… Yes, this will do…”

She increased her pace, pumping your cock with full, long strokes of her hand. You shuddered, head whipping back to let out a moan.

“Oh f-fuck… Eun—Mommy…” You moaned.

“Tell me you want to satisfy mommy…” She demands, fingers gripping your length tighter and tighter with each pump of her hand.

“I-I want to satisfy… Mommy," came your immediate reply.

“Tell me that you want to make mommy cum all over all your cock,” She continued.

“M-Mommy pleas—”

“Tell me.”

You were going insane. It was too much for you, her hand driving you wilder and wilder by the minute, threatening to send you barrelling over the edge.

“I-I want… I want to make mommy cum all over my cock,” You manage.

She stroked faster.

“Now tell me you want mommy to fuck herself on your cock…”

You fought back a moan, your thighs tensing as you struggled to tell her what she wanted to hear. She was merciless, manipulating you into submission with just her hand striking away at your shaft.

“I-I… I want mommy to fuck herself on my cock!” You finally cried. Satisfied, her hand gradually slowed to a halt, ending your torture. You felt yourself shaking, drawing in deep breath after deep breath.

“What a good little boy…” She praised. “Now stay seated while mommy gets out of this…”

You watched as she stepped right in front of you and began undressing. Her cardigan fell off her shoulders, her top going next to expose her fit build. She didn’t bother teasing you with her ass, undoing her shorts and letting them drop before kicking the piece of clothing away. She was back on you in a matter of seconds, gripping the base of your dick and guiding your cock to the tip of your entrance. She teased your tip, rubbing it between the slick folds of her soaking pussy, coating it with her juices and your pre-cum.

You expected her to make you beg for her to lower herself onto you, but her teasing must have been too much for herself. She dropped down onto you, taking you into her wet pussy all at once. A drawn out moan left her mouth, her tits bouncing with the impact.

She was tight, so fucking tight that you could feel each throb of her heat as her walls squeezed themselves around you. You felt yourself twitching inside her as she slowly started to grind against you, stretching herself out on your member as she sighed in pleasure.

“Oh my… You’re stretching me out, darling…” She told you, gripping your shoulders tightly as she adjusted to the size of your cock. Your hands found her full thighs, clutching the soft flesh for dear life.

“M-Mommy… S-So tight…” You grunted. Eunbi chuckled.

“Shhh… Be quiet baby…” Eunbi whispered. “Let mommy do the work, you just stay there and moan for me, okay?”

You didn’t have time to nod before Eunbi raised herself. Your shaft, slick with Eunbi’s juices, slid out of her womanhood till only the tip of your cock remained inside her. A thrum was in your ears, the buzz of anticipation making your cock twitch wildly.

With a smirk, she slams back down onto you and repeats the motion over and over till she’s riding you fiercely at a steady pace. Your breath gets knocked out of you, pleasure hazing your mind as a series of cusses, sighs and grunts leave your throat. Eunbi bounced on you—slick, wet folds enveloping your cock steadily, taking you in and out of her pussy in a frenzied rhythm. She was whining, almost mewling at the top of her lungs as she buried your head into her cleavage. Your tongue darted out, hungrily licking up some of the sweat that had formed between those perfect breasts, enjoying the reverberation of her chest with each cry that leaves her mouth.

“Yesyesyes… Oh god… Oh my fucking god…” she hisses, her nails digging into the nape of your neck – the pain numbed out by the pleasure shooting up from your cock. Moans continue tumbling out of her mouth, filling your ears with music as she continues to fuck herself on your hard shaft, driving your length in and out of her tight wet pussy.

Your moans mixed with her’s filled her living room, the lewd squelching of her wet pussy serving as an excellent backdrop to the sound of skin slapping against skin. She held you tight, your hands gripping her waist even tighter as you took suckled on her breasts once more. With every suck, every lick, every flick of your tongue, her walls seemed to squeeze you more and more, the slick heat of her drenched pussy making you reach new levels of pleasure. Her body moved hypnotically, round, full breasts bouncing deliciously each time she dropped back onto you, hips rocking ever so slightly to grind her clit against your crotch. Her toned tummy flexed, her face twisted into a look of sheer pleasure while her mouth remained ajar.

She felt heavenly, looked heavenly, sounded heavenly — even when she was in a dishevelled mess, riding your cock desperately as sweat trickled down her head and perfect body. Not once did she let up, never ever slowing herself down for even a split second. She rode you hard, fierce and fast for what felt like hours, thrusting you deeper and deeper into her folds till she finally couldn’t hold on anymore. You could feel your orgasm building, threatening to make you burst inside of her.

“M-Mommy… I’m gonna—”

“No. You’re… Not fucking allowed… To cum,” She hisses, hips still crashing into you.

“Mommy—”

“Zip it.”

Just when you think she couldn’t go any faster, she does. The chair you’re sitting on shakes, legs somehow still withstanding the sheer force of Eunbi harshly driving herself down onto you repeatedly. Her breathing became shallower, body tensing and eyes rolling to the back of her head as she slammed herself down on you again and again, fucking herself to completion with your cock.

When Eunbi orgasmed, it took the combined effort of your will and body to not join Eunbi in heavenly bliss. Unlike Ryujin, she didn’t announce it when she cums, opting for a loud, drawn-out moan that reverberated through the air. Her walls squeezed you, twitching in a way that drived you mad, but you held on. Eunbi’s hips rocked against you, slowly grinding out her orgasm as she came on your cock. After what seemed like an eternity, she collapsed onto you, crashing against you as her weary body heaved with each breath she took.

“Oh… Oh fuck,” She rasps, the single obscenity somehow able to replace all the words she could have used to describe what she just felt. You let her recover in silence, opting to squeeze the fullness of her bubble butt while waiting. She finally rises off you after some time.

“Five… Five seconds…” She tells you. “Tell me where you want to cum…”

Eunbi’s body was amazing, with lots of places that would love to cover with your pent up load…But you had a clear choice.

“Your tits mommy…” You tell her. She nods.

Sliding off you gracefully, she gets on her knees before you. Spitting between that wonderful pair, she lubricates her plunging cleavage before looking you in the eyes.

With an innocent smile hiding her devilish intents, she engulfed you between her tits. You writhe, letting out a moan as the warm embrace of her tits hugs your cock tightly. The mounds reached the base of your cock, the tip of your penis barely visible between them.

Eunbi cupped her breasts, squeezing them snugly around your dick before beginning to slide you in and out between her slick breasts. Her juices–mixed with her spit—made the ultimate lubricant for the perfect titjob as she pleasured you.

“Look at you… All in a mess cause of mommy’s tits…” She teased, breasts unremittingly stroking your hard shaft.

“F-Fuck yes… I-I love your tits so much Mommy…” You sighed.

“Good… You better give me all your cum on my tits then…”

She smiled tenderly before tucking her chin into her chest. She lowered her head, tongue sticking out of her mouth to catch the tip of your cock. You squirmed, completely at the singer’s mercy as she delivered flicks to your sensitive underside as it appeared between her tits. Her breasts drowned you in a sea of pleasure, your vision going fuzzy as the messy combination of her fluids allowed your dick to slip in and out between those warm, heavenly pillows of flesh with ease.

“God… I’m… I’m gonna fucking cum… I’m gonna cum between your tits mommy,” You gasped, steadily approaching your orgasm with each bottom of her strokes. Eunbi didn’t speed up, choosing to slowly torture your sensitive member with her tits and tongue, watching you squirm and shift as you get closer and closer to your orgasm.

You could only last so long between those breasts. Your orgasm hit you hard, sending your body into a fit-like state as a cry left your throat. Eunbi perfectly timed her stroke, making sure to bottom out just as you cum. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes as you felt every burst of cum erupt from your penis. You splattered her chest, your cock shooting rope after rope of hot semen onto Eunbi’s tits. Your first few ropes filled the space of her cleavage, the next few bursting onto her face and splattering her perfect features. You unloaded yourself onto her, hips bucking and thrusting into her mounds as each load of cum was forced up and out of your shaft.

Satisfied Eunbi released your cock. She got to work, cleaning your shaft thoroughly with her mouth before using her fingers to gather your load off her face and tits. She sent her cum-covered hand straight into her mouth, licking and sucking her fingers clean.

“Thank you Myeong-seok-ie… I feel so much better now…” She thanked you, her angelic smile gracing her features. You couldn’t reply, still recovering from your tidal wave of an orgasm. She rose up on her feet, cupping your face tenderly as she examined you.

“You know… I think I’ll have you do booty calls for me from now on,” Eunbi remarks, a look of approval on her face.

She bends down and plants a small kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you for being a darling, Myeong-seok… You’re welcome to stay the night if you want to,” She says, retrieving her discarded clothes.

“I… I think I’ll get going…” You pant.

“Aw… Really? I cook a pretty good breakfast, you know?” Eunbi said. “Just stay with me for one night, then you can leave in the morning.”

Her offer to stay didn’t seem to just be an offer anymore, rather more of a suggestion. Your conscience told you no, but you were too tired to argue, so you nodded in agreement. She grinned and helped you out of the chair. Holding your hand ever so tenderly, she guides you into her bedroom.

You settle between the sheets with Eunbi, the vocalist cuddling up under the blanket.

“Just saying… We’re still friends, capiche?” She reminded you, closing her eyes. “Don’t get any ideas about me feeling anything for you…”

Your ability to think of a response failed you due to exhaustion. You simply hummed in reply, letting the weariness sweep over you. Eunbi giggled next to you, knowing full well that she was the cause of your exhaustion.

And you knew damn well that she was fucking proud of it.

“Good night… I’ll cook up something nice for us tomorrow, okay?” She told you. With that, she let out a small sigh of contentment.

You didn’t know what was making you feel this way, but something told you that things were going to get interesting during your time with the band. You pushed that thought aside for now and focused on getting a good rest, it had been a long day for you.

“Goodnight Eunbi,” you wished her.

“You too Myeong-seok, rest well…”

Your eyes closed, a little smile on your face as you drifted off together with Eunbi.

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Well I’ll be damned, I guess this band thing is a series now.

Anyway, thanks for reading. This was my attempt at writing Mommy Eunbi so I apologise for cliches and whatnots. Have a good day.

#kwon eunbi #eunbi #eunbi smut #kpop #series

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chaifootsteps · 5 months

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Hey I saw someone on Twitter saying you’re transphobic because it said in your Twitter bio “IDW Arcee is still a guy” even though the character is canonically trans. What’s your take on that? I’m not attacking you or anything I just genuinely want to know the context of all that.

Oh boy. Strap yourselves in kids; time for Chai's villain origin story.

So basically, IDW Arcee made his debut under the pen of Simon Furman, the dude who created Arcee in the first place. Simon Furman has a small massive chip on his shoulder over the notion of girl robots, but we're going to be talking in mostly Watsonian terms for now. IDW Arcee as he comes on the scene in Spotlight Arcee is the victim of a nonconsensual forced sex reassignment, we see right off the bat that this destroyed his life.

He's wracked with trauma and dysphoria over this, on a do-or-die quest to take out the mad scientist who did it (he succeeds and tortures said scientist for seven years straight), and is implied to suffer chronic pain.

This got a lot of criticism, but Simon Furman insisted it wasn't meant to be transphobic, just the opposite. When someone pointed out that this was a story about how traumatic it was to be assigned a gender you didn't feel was the one you should have, Furman agreed with this take.

Eventually Furman was shooed out and John Barber was brought in as writer, and nobody seemed to know how to deal with Arcee's backstory. So they just kind of...didn't. They wrote around it for eight whole years, never really acknowledging it, but frequently alluding to how traumatized he was from it. The only person to ever roll up their sleeves and tackle it head on was Mairghread Scott, the only person IMO to ever do justice to IDW Arcee.

By the way, this panel made me weep. This issue also includes a fleeting, but notable moment where someone refers to Arcee with they/them pronouns, and at the time, I was extremely excited for this.

Shortly after this however, the comic came to an end and John Barber decided -- in the very last issue -- to bring in an expert. And by this, I mean he found some trans lady on Twitter and let her write Arcee. The last issue has Arcee concluding that the whole sex change was consensual and the violent murder spree was the result of, I quote, "bad meds."

Yeah, basically Arcee killed all those people because the Spiro was a little off.

I got into a lot of internet fights with people over this back in the day, criticizing it for being worse than what we started with, but also frequently pointing out that it wasn't Twitter lady's fault, as she wasn't the editor-in-chief at IDW and that there's a very good reason professional writers aren't supposed to do this sort of thing. In return, I got accused of hating trans women and still get some real ugly things in the inbox about it to this day. It was the first taste, bitter as wormwood, of what I as a trans man could expect from my own community.

Regardless of all that, Arcee is probably the most important fictional character to ever enter my life. He helped me realize I was trans, got me through some dark days, got me through heartbreak and top surgery. He saved my life a few times, and every so often he continues to. I owe so much to him.

If writing a very gentle fix-it fic where Arcee has a long talk with Anode (one of the trans lesbian bots from the vastly superior sister series James Roberts wrote) makes me a transphobe in these peoples' eyes, so be it. I don't care what they think. They never reached out to baby trans Chai and held his hand and kept him breathing.

Arcee did.

#Anonymous #Arcee #Transformers #IDW Arcee #transandrophobia #actual blog post

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needle-noggins · 9 months

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Uh. I have a lot to scream about re: Vashwood in Vol. 8. This is the volume that, on my first read, fully converted me to a Vashwood Believer, had me screaming crying at 8 am. I still got all hysterical reading it again. "You are not lost... Wolfwood" changed something in my brain.

I JUST. AAAAAAHHH. Wolfwood feels like he's dying, there's no hope, he is utterly lost, and Vash swoops in to answer his literal prayer - no, you are not lost. You can change. You can be forgiven - in fact - there is no need for it, because you are not your past. All that matters is what you choose to do in the here and now. And of course, Wolfwood saves Vash from the Ark, then Vash helps them escape... they're fighting in tandem again, saving each other over and over, expressing how much they care for each other over and over...

Just get married already.

ADKJFHSJLF THIS IS STRAIGHT OUT OF AN ACTION-ADVENTURE ROMANCE NOVEL??? BATTLE HUSBANDS??? WHAT?

Also, "Wolfwood, I owe you for so much, don't I?" Is just. Fuck, dude. Vash is terrified of losing Wolfwood in this moment and he's thinking about how far he would go for him. He owes him so much - Wolfwood changed him so much. It's not dissimilar to how Vash feels about Rem's memory - he feels like his entire struggle is to make up for her sacrifice, for what she taught him about hope and determination. Remember the parallels with baby Vash and Rem vs the Vashwood "shoot" moment?

Then Chapel begs Vash to stop, and Vash is like, "think again motherfucker, I'm actually considering murder this time" which is. HUGE. Local pacifist comes face to face with the person who destroyed his loved one's psyche and he's seeing red. For Wolfwood, would he pull the trigger? Would he exact revenge, would he ensure Chapel and the EOM by extension could never harm another child?

"He is all the reason I need to keep on fighting" is just. AGH. Just all pure Vash, too, no prosthetic arm, no red jacket, no gun, even - just his plant powers. Elendira tells him he's throwing his life away, but Vash doesn't care. He'd gladly give his life for Wolfwood. If that isn't love then I don't know what the fuck it is.

#just get married already sorry if that inflicted psychic damage to you #trigunbookclub #vashwood

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Chapter 3 - A wild Mama Dynamight appears!

Summary: Y/N gets the shove-talk.

Warnings: Bakugou drinks an alcoholic beverage, swear words, the chapter ends with a teeny-tiny cliffhanger (sorry)

First chapter Master List

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It’s an hour after opening and Red Riot is nowhere in sight. You lay on the freshly cleaned counter with a sigh.

You got a little bit too used to have that ray of sunshine in your shop every morning. His pure existence makes your day better. Sometimes, you come in all grumpy, your mood heavily influenced by the lack of sleep, but one glance at the hero’s smile and the world is full of rainbows and unicorns.

Fuck, you miss him already. It’s really fucking concerning how quickly you developed feelings for this random guy. Okay, calling him a random a guy is quite rude as you literally grew up watching him in the TV, but he’s just a human, a human you’ve met only a month ago yet here you are, pining like a stupid school girl because the guy finally managed to get a day off.

“Waiting for someone?” Your boss mutters with a knowing smile which you answer with a big, loud and needy whine. She only snickers at that and then the door opens; you look up with hopeful eyes, searching for a blotch of red but you only find a blond dude in a cap and a face mask, looking sus as fuck.

Is he about to rob this place? - you wonder for a second; haha, he can fucking try, no one except your closest family members know this, but you went to Shiketsu High School and managed to get a hero license as well, so you are absolutely more than capable to annihilate a single fucker even with the lack of training in the last few years.

“Good fucking morning to you too.” The guy looks straight into your eyes with nothing but pure murderous intent.

You shudder under his intense gaze and your face pales in a matter of seconds. You have no idea what you have done personally to deserve such a stare but the guy doesn’t budge. He does look familiar to you though…

Uhm… haha… you definitely can’t annihilate this guy, because this guy is the Number Two pro hero, Dynamight. Oopsie daisy.

Knowing how much you’ve bullied Red Riot in the last few weeks, you have a feeling you are about to get “the shove-talk”.

“Good fucking morning to you too indeed, sir Dynamight!” You mumble under your nose, still a little bit shaken up by being almost murdered by his eyes. The guy keeps an eye contact as he puts his elbow on the counter; his whole posture screams “don’t fuck with me” so you… you don’t fuck with him.

Why?

Because this guy is Red Riot’s best friend. Otherwise he would be out of the door for acting inappropriately.

It’s quite amusing to you how much you care about his opinion; it’s not like you are dating his best friend or anything, you are literally just a barista who likes to banter with his favorite customer. Or at least that’s what you try to tell yourself when you feel the urge to ask a guy out and that’s like… every five seconds, really.

“Give me your best coffee.” Dynamight speaks up and it sounds like a challenge; and maybe it is, maybe this is the only way you can earn the guys approval.

Okay, you need to think.

This is Dynamight. He likes his stuff with a kick. A chili hot chocolate would definitely be something he would enjoy but he specifically said “coffee”, so that not an option.

A coffee with a kick… ahh!

“You doin’ hero work today, sir?” You ask nonchalantly while you poor some cold brew into a cup - Dynamight doesn’t look like a person who drinks his coffee sweet, but he also looks like someone who likes to be extra just because he fucking can.

“It’s our inventory and paperwork day, so we are the last agency on the call list so probably no.” He answers with a confused face but doesn’t ask any further questions about your silly question.

It’s time for you to make your favorite beverage… baileys coffee.

Yep, you heard it right. It’s alcohol time.

You give the drink a really light stir, just enough for the two colors to swirl together, then you top it up with some whip cream and finish the masterpiece with a hand-drawn explosion on the top (you don’t want to boast or anything but you can do a lot of stuff with chocolate syrup.)

You hand out the beverage with a massive smirk on your face and Dynamight takes it with a doubtful glare. He takes one sip and by the look of it, the drink kicks him right in the face; he stares at you with an incredulous look.

“It’s 8 in the morning, you absolute madman!” Dynamight fucking laughs, and that’s how you know you won this round. “Are you even allowed to sell alcohol in this place?”

“I’m not selling alcohol. I’m sharing my own secret stash with a friend of a friend. Don’t sue us, please.”

“Only if you make me another one for my fiancé, she will loose her mind from this shit.”

Dynamight gets excited for a second but then he schools his face into his usual scowl.

You can’t believe how cute he is in real life; the fact that his first thought was to share the drink with his loved one makes your heart melt. Now it makes sense why those two are besties. “So… Eijirou likes you.” The blond mutters like he’s talking about the weather. You have a sudden urge to drink some of that Bailey’s yourself, straight out of the bottle. “Red, shitty hair, sunshine reincarnation, rainbows coming out if his ass…” Katsuki tries to help like the only reason you are rendered speechless is the fact that you have no idea what the guy’s first name is.

“Red likes everyone.” You retort, faking nonchalance.

“I’ve been his best fucking friend for 10 years and trust me when I say, he doesn’t. Not like this, at least. I don’t know what kind of sorcery did you do to him, but…”

“I did nothing!” You retort loudly. “He’s my favorite customer, I like to banter with him and tease him. I try my best to make sure he leaves with a smile on his face. That’s all.”

“So you can see through his facade already. Impressive.”

“Facade?”

“Eijirou isn’t a ray of sunshine all the time. Not a lot of people can see through all the positivity he fakes daily to be liked. He’s sensitive and depressed. He’s my best fucking friend and if you break his fucking heart I swear to god I’ll chop you up and hide your body parts all over the country so no one can ever find you.”

“What if he breaks my heart?” You mumble with pout, absolutely not affected by the meaningless threats.

“Hm. You ain’t scared of me.” He mutters under his nose with a small smile on his face.

“Should I be? You might act like an asshole but it feels like it comes from a good place. Dunno, I might be weird. I’m glad Red has such a supportive friend by his side. He’s such a himbo sometimes, I’m a little bit worried for him.” You admit with a slight blush on your face.

There are a few seconds of silence between you two before the blond speaks up again:

“If he ever breaks your heart I’ll chop his dick off for letting such a good woman down.”

Needless to say your blush comes back with a full force at his words.

“Deal.” You mumble just as the door open up with full force.

“Katsuki, let her live! … oh. Uhm. I thought he’s… Nevermind. Hi!” Red Riot pants, out of breath. He also forgot to put on a shirt before he ran here. Oh damn, what a day to be alive.

“Did you just run straight here from your apartment, you idiot?!”

“Uhm, I felt like running today?” Red Riot pants with a massive grin on his face. You really want to know how does it feel like to kiss a guy with shark teeth… Y/N, calm the fuck down. Stop staring at his teeth. And his chest… those sweat-slicked abs… oh damn, call the popo, there’s something illegal going on in this coffee shop.

“Eijirou, you live 15 kilometers away and you aren’t even supposed to be in today!” Dynamight yells, and you can’t stop yourself from teasing the guy.

“Yeah, EIJIROU, give yourself a break!”

Kirishima… chokes on his saliva in the most unattractive way, but he looks so fucking adorable while doing it, and you kinda want to kiss him.

Wait? What?! You did not just think that, did you?!

“What if I wanted to see my favorite barista on my break? Am I not allowed to be in the area?” Kirishima gets a little bit cocky, probably trying to look badass and miserably failing at it.

“Look into my eyes and tell me that you didn’t get a message from my woman about me coming to check out the coffee shop.” Dynamight speaks up with a blank face, eyes staring holes into Kirishima’s skull. Damn. You see? That’s badass. The calmness, the way you can see Dynamight knows Red Riot is lying right now but he gives him a last chance to save himself. Kirishima cowers under his gaze, his body goes numb as his facade crumbles and he sighs, clearly giving up on fighting his best friend.

“The menace* messaged me…” Red Riot sits down on the nearest chair, completely defeated.

Honestly, if you thought Kirishima himself is a better entertainment than a sitcom, there two together are downright unbeatable when it comes to comedy.

* The Menace is the hero name of Katsuki’s fiancé. She started as a secretary at Katsuki’s agency after she got into an accident and couldn’t work as a hero for a long time but after she got better she joined Katsuki’s agency as a hero. The Menace was Katsuki’s nickname for her when they “hated” each other. If you want to read their story, read Bakugou Katsuki’s daily shenanigans!

“While I certainly enjoy your shenanigans and you two made my day, can you please leave now? Dynamight, your woman’s coffee will get cold. Red, no one will come to my coffee shop if there is a half naked guy sitting in the window, even though I must admit, it is a beautiful sight.”

“I’m… not even getting… a coffee?” Kirishima gives you the biggest puppy eyes the world has even seen while Dynamight snickers in the background like a cheeky child.

“Come here.” You motion towards the redhead with your fingers. “Come on, I ain’t got all day!” You reprimand and Kirishima moves closer, clearly terrified. You can barely conceal your smile as he finally makes it to the counter, ready to get smacked in the head, his eyes closed, ready for the impact. Instead of smacking him you jump on top of the counter and rake your fingers through his soft, gel-free strands as you leave a tiny kiss on the top of his forehead, an act full of affection and love. “Now get the fuck out of my coffee shop, you smelly himbo.” Everyone who hears your lovesick giggle is able to tell how much you adore this man… except the man himself. It’s kinda funny how oblivious the guy is.

“Yes, sir.” Is all you get as an answer; Red Riot is out of of the door before you can say bye; you stare at the door for a few second, already the missing the warmth Kirishima has brought with him.

“Wow, you’ve got it bad. I was worried for no reason.” Katsuki grins at you, sipping on his girlfriend drink, using the cute reusable pink straw you put in it for another brownie point.

“You look like a slut, Dynamight, get out and get laid.” You giggle while you roll your eyes, absolutely gobsmacked by the fact that Bakugou is… well… a completely different person than the loud and aggressive pro hero Dynamight you see in the news almost every day.

“Behave yourself.” Katsuki grins and after a lazy wave, he leaves; Suddenly, it’s way too lonely in the empty coffee shop.

“They are an interesting bunch.” Your boss snickers, her head poking out of the staff room door.

“Shut up.” You whine, only just realizing that she’s heard the whole conversation. “And don’t tell my uncle. Don’t want him to die an early death.”

“Yes, sir.” Your boss parrots; you really want to to go home and yell into a pillow out of embarrassment.

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A few days later:

Kirishima is a happy child; he just got his favorite coffee from his favorite barista and if that’s not enough, he even got another kiss on his cheek. His heart has a hard time with the whole situation, it beats out of his chest every time Y/N comes close to him and he certainly needs to work on that bit to preserve this blooming friendship without ruining it with his stupid, unrequited romantic feelings but that’s a problem for another day; today, Kirishima is the one in charge at the agency, he’s the big boss, the one with all the responsibility and not even Y/N’s cheeky kisses can ruin his concentration as he stares at the CCTV, looking for troublesome individuals. It’s not like he doesn’t have specific people in the room to do this for him but Kirishima is a nosy little bitch and absolute likes the random funny interactions that sometimes happen on the screen; there is a guy who always dances on his way home from work, another one likes to pet the neighbors dog as he walks past, even if he gets bitten every time then there is that girl with two heads that likes to have a fight with herself in the middle of the street then walk into a lamp post by accident.

Today, he’s not looking at the random bystanders though; he’s looking at the camera right by this street, he’s looking at a smiling Y/N, staring out of the massive window, clearly daydreaming; Kirishima wonders what she’s thinking about and if he’s able to make those dreams come true.

Kirishima is aware that he is… uhm… a little bit creepy for doing this so he usually only does it for a few minutes then moves to the next frame.

They got a special security camera set up for that coffee shop after it opened; villains aren’t stupid to try and rob a shop right next to the big Dynamight-Red Riot Agency but even if Katsuki denies it, they both care about their neighbors and they want them to feel safe, hence why every single shop in the area has a special camera set up so they can help out in a case of emergency; fire, water damage, robbery, hell, they even send their interns to help out with rude, aggressive customers from time to time, just to keep the young, inexperienced hero students entertained on a boring day.

Kirishima is just about to look somewhere else, mesmerized by the sight of his… well, let’s be honest, crush; when he feels his heart drop down into his belly; three, masked individuals enter the shop, clearly up to no good and Kirishima doesn’t wait a single second before he jumps out of his office window and lands right in front of the (hopefully) unlocked coffee shop back door.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He mutters to himself as he sneaks into the backroom, his whole body charged with the urge to protect the sunshine of his life.

… next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- I know, ending the chapter with that shit wasn’t nice but don’t worry, it’s gonna be fine. The angst will be resolved in the next chapter! And something good will come out of it!

- Bro I miss writing with Katsuki so much. 😭

- I hope you still enjoy this story! 💜 Send me your thoughts!

- If you enjoy my silly little stories, you can support me with some “coffee” here!

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