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sparkrls · 2 months

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simple questions

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Summary: in which Harry is eager to makes his girl happy and she just wants answers to simple questions

Author’s Note: a blurb i wrote based on these Harry pics because I am NOT over it

Word Count: 2.6k words

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Her boyfriend was an idiot. That’s what Y/N resolved as she watched him stumble over his words as he was asked a simple question of, “Who’s the girl you’re with?”. It wasn’t even anyone important asking, just a fan who’d noticed Harry and felt brave enough to ask for a photo, albeit with hands that shook as she passed over her phone.

It had started as Y/N’s idea. She knew she was entirely at fault for Harry’s nerves, but it wasn’t even completely her idea. She had just asked him, “Have you ever had a public outing with a partner?”

It was an innocent question, asked due to pure curiosity, not with any ulterior motive as Harry suspected. He had given her a look, trying to get a read on her intent behind those words. He tended to do that a lot. Doubt people’s words, like they had some double meaning, and they were trying to trick him into making a fool of himself. She had a tough time getting him to trust her enough as to not doubt her as much, but the trust issues slipped through every once in a while.

Harry then stumbled over his words, the way a newborn doe might trip and fall as it clambered onto its frail legs. Simple questions were never his forte. He could answer you deep, philosophical questions and ponder them in his mind without hesitation, but it was the simple questions that tripped him up. A whole conundrum, if you asked Y/N.

Eventually, Harry admitted, “No.”

She’d stared at him with a deadpan expression, because it had taken an extraordinary amount of ‘um’s and ‘uh’, along with some weird humming sounds to get a one-word answer from him.

So she followed up with, “Don’t you wanna?”

“Do you want me to do it with you?”

“Well, no, I was just asking because-“

“I’ll do it with you,” Harry rushed to say.

Sometimes he tended to rush himself into doing favors for people he didn’t really want to do. A tendency lots of overly kind people had. And he’d always have this particular warm, soft tone when he did. And she loved that little tone that indicated he was feeling kind. But lots of times he regretted agreeing to those things and would stumble home to her apartment, grumbling and griping about whatever stupidity he’d been forced to do. So it grew into a strange mixture of adoration and disdain for that tone. Because she never liked to see her boy tired to the bone because he was too polite to back away from a promise. (Although she did love running her fingers through his soft hair until he fell asleep with his head on her lap)

This time, however, Harry wasn’t using that warm tone. It was a much different one, a bit of a higher pitch, and with a much sweeter undertone. It was a tone he used when he was trying to win the favor of his girlfriend.

She chuckled, “Baby, I didn’t ask you to-“

Harry had one arm rested on her waist and the other underneath the pillow she rested her head on. “But I wanna,” He said with a small pout, an almost whiny quality to his words. His cherry lips looked so kissable when they stuck out that way. “Wanna show the world you’re mine.” He leaned up until his nose was nuzzling her neck, and his lips brushed against her collarbone. “Mine and only mine.”

His lips clamped down on her skin, sucking at it for a moment before allowing his teeth to nibble lightly. Sharp stings followed wherever his teeth sunk in so deliciously, sending sparks throughout her whole body.

Y/N had learned early on that Harry had a very possessive side to him. He’d spent years feeling that everything he was belonged to the public, including all the dirty details of his personal life and his friends and partners. And now he had regained that privacy (he’d had to pry it by force from the unfailing grip of the media), he wanted to claim everything as his own.

It was why Harry was so fiercely protective of his friends and loyal to a fault. He felt the incessant urge to always stick by their side. He finally knew what it was like to have something belong to him, and it was his greatest fear to lose it.

After a lot of therapy, communication and compromise, Harry had not only found a healthy balance for himself but for his relationship with Y/N as well. A certain possessiveness that she wouldn’t deny him because she could never refuse anything he asked, and it was just part of who he was. But a harsh line as to not become controlling or overprotective as Harry had threatened to do in previous relationships.

The habits snuck into their daily lives, as Harry had a tendency to leave marks where everyone could see them. Therefore, the hickeys on the neck which Y/N always had to cover with concealer because she despised turtlenecks with a passion.

“Love, I’m not doubting your choice,” she began to speak, interrupted by Harry leaving open-mouthed kisses from her jugular up to the base of her jaw. And it was getting hard to think straight when his lips were on her and his tongue was tracing delightful patterns.

Y/N cleared her throat trying to focus. “However, I don’t want this to be an impulse decision. Think it through.”

Harry separated his lips from her skin long enough to murmur, “I’m sure. I wanted to make it public to everyone soon anyways, might as well go out together.” As he spoke, his warm breath grazed against her sensitive skin, causing goosebumps.

“Go out where?”

“The Man U match, obviously.”

And that was why Y/N spent the next week fussing over her choice of hairstyle, whether to leave her natural waves or straighten it or straighten it and then create strategically messy waves. And then freaking out on the phone to her best friend about whether her outfit was a good choice or not. Because of course, she had to look stylish for her first public appearance with Harry- those photos would be circulating the internet until the day she died- but she also had to dress for the unforgiving winter and plan for rain. Even if she was going to be in the VIP suite with Harry, the entrance and exit could possibly have rain, and she couldn’t always count on an umbrella. She’d learned that the five times she’d gotten stuck in the rain while waiting at a too-full bus stop in peak traffic in London.

The point was, Y/N didn’t want to let down Harry nor the fans by wearing the wrong hairstyle, clothes or makeup. Resulting in overthinking every tiny detail down to the jewelry.

The morning of, it was Harry who soothed her nerves saying, “Love, if you don’t want to do it we don’t have to. It was always a choice.”

“I want to, but it’s just…” She looked up at him with a shaky breath. “It’s scary.”

“We can wait,” Harry replied, placing her face in his hands, his thumb caressing her cheek. “We’ll stay home and watch the game on the telly, we’ll wear our sweats and I’ll order in some food from that Thai place you’ve been wanting to try.”

Taking a good look at Harry from top to bottom, from those dress pants that clung to his thighs in the most delightful manner, and the button-up that tragically hid his well-sculpted biceps to the sweater vest he’d bought the first time they’d gone shopping together. He looked so soft and warm, yet so confident and sure of himself. Like a scale that had finally found balance.

Harry had an energy that screamed youthful, but he’d recently settled into the warm feeling of peace that came not with age, but the realization that chaos wasn’t necessary to be happy. He wasn’t afraid of his career always being on the chopping block, or the precarious opinions of outsiders. He had found himself, and with it, found an inner peace he’d never had before.

And it showed. From the way he dressed, to the courage of him showing up to their hotel room with the surprise of a shaved head one day, to the way he carried himself so firmly. He was centered. He was calm. And he was happy.

This was the first time everyone else would get to see Harry after the latest stage of his self-discovery. And Y/N wouldn’t be the one to hold him back. “No, I want to go,” she said firmly. “But I want you to pick my outfit.”

To no one’s surprise, Harry picked an outfit that was primarily made up of clothing from his own closet, completely shoving aside the outfit she had previously picked out for herself because, “Babe, I have better taste than you.”

Y/N didn’t have bad taste, but when it came to fashion, she laid her trust in Harry… most of the time.

The only thing he kept were the jeans she’d picked out, a new pair she’d gotten recently which flattered her figure. They were high waisted and cropped at the ankle, the color a grayish tone of the classic denim. Most importantly, they highlighted her ass. The one thing that no matter how insecure she was, she always loved. And Harry did as well, if the way he swatted her ass playfully a couple of times a day was any indication.

He paired it with a long-sleeve white top that clung to her skin, a green sweater on top that was slightly baggy on her figure as it was one of his and one a black coat that would keep her warm. Harry was careful to make sure all the layers would keep her warm even in the winter air, as he knew she tolerated much less cold than he did.

“Cute,” Harry said with a dimpled smile when she finished putting on the outfit and gave him a twirl to showcase it. “You’re really pretty, darling.” He hooked his fingers through her belt loops and yanked her forward until she almost toppled into his chest as he sat on the edge of his bed. He gave her a soft smile, the kind he gave her right before a heartfelt message- “And ten times prettier because I chose the outfit.”

Y/N swatted his arm playfully at his joke, and he simply laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. “It’s a basic outfit.”

“Aw, don’t be mean because the outfit I picked out is better than the one you did.”

“You’re such a bully.”

Harry grinned at her. “Is that so?”

She nodded in mock earnestness. “Yeah. I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” Harry replied simply.

“No, I don’t.”

With a couple of more kisses which included wiping the lipstick from Harry’s lips, the couple got into the car and held hands as the engine started and drove them to the stadium.

“So, we’re cheering for Man U, right?”

Harry sighed heavily. “Love, do you even know me?”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” She said with a chuckle, raising her hands defensively. “Man U for football and Green Bay Packers for the other football.” She gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry baby, but I know nothing about football.”

“I’m going to be explaining all the rules, aren’t I?”

Y/N’s silence was enough of a response.

But then it was time for the most dreaded moment of the day, when they entered the stadium hand-in-hand, walking past press and media and paparazzi.

Harry laced his fingers between hers and gave her a small squeeze before opening the car door and stepping out. He was quick, making her almost jog to catch up with his long strides. He’d warned her he would move hastily as to avoid lingering around the cameras longer than necessary.

There was one quick snap and a small flash and then-

They were inside the stadium and no press could chase them in any longer.

“Wait, that was it?” Y/N asked, glancing at the door they’d just walked through as their pace slowed down.

Harry glanced at her quizzically. “Did you expect more?”

“Well, you always describe it all huge and dramatic, flashing lights and a billion cameras and a huge crowd of screaming lunatics-“

“Football matches are different,” Harry said, chuckling as he interrupted her rant.

“I got worried over that?” Y/N signaled over her shoulder, her jaw dropping. “Seriously?!”

Harry laughed. “What do you expect me to say? You’re an overthinking maniac?”

She huffed, “This is your fault.”

Harry kissed her when her lips pouted. “Love you, darling.”

“Love you too,” She grumbled as they made their way to the VIP suite.

And that’s the full story of how they’d ended up at the Man U match- which they won, thank god, because Harry would’ve teased her relentlessly for being bad luck- and with a fan asking for a photo and asking who Y/N was.

“Um, well- she- we met- me and her-“ Harry couldn’t seem to form a train of thought, so she rolled her eyes and took control of the situation.

Holding out a hand for the fan to shake, Y/N said her name and said, “I’m Harry’s girlfriend. Nice to meet you, babe.”

The fan’s jaw dropped. It was a bit hilarious, but out of sheer politeness, Y/N held back her laughter. “You are definitely hot enough. Cool. Bye.” Turning on her heel, the fan walked away.

Harry seemed in shock as Y/N laughed, turning to him, completely bewildered. “You hear that? I’m ‘hot enough’!”

Without a care in the world of the dozen of cameras probably pointed at them, Harry grasped her face in his hands and gave her a deep, loving kiss.

Y/N scanned his face, a giddy smile on her own, “What was that for?”

“For being my girlfriend,” Harry replied before pulling her back in for another kiss. So maybe she’d allow her boyfriend a celebratory kiss or two or maybe five before they had the decency to move out of sight of the cameras. And just maybe, it wasn’t their last football match together.

Two years later, Y/N and Harry would return to the very same stadium for yet another Man U match, a bit older, a lot more mature and their love stronger after growing roots for so long. The tree flourishing with branches extending to the deeper reaches of her heart, she had never felt so fulfilled. Like the world was so much lighter and easier to endure even with the extra weight of a diamond ring on her finger, and a white gold band identical to the one on Harry’s hand.

“Who’s the girl you’re with?” The fan asked, a 15-year-old girl with her hair dyed blue and a Love On Tour shirt on, her curious eyes scanning Y/N, a flicker of familiarity in them.

Harry smiled, looking his wife up and down, admiring the outfit he’d carefully chosen for her earlier that day. He inhaled deeply, and for once, he didn’t trip over his words as he replied firmly, “This is Y/N. I’m her husband.”

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anna-hawk · 16 days

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Dexterity

Frank Castle x F!Reader

Summary: You're having some quality time on your own when Frank pays you an unexpected visit.

Explicit 🔞 • WC: 4,1k

Tags and warnings: masturbation, finger fucking, teasing, praise kink, hand & finger kink, dirty talk

Always time for Coffee series

⚠️ If you follow me on AO3, this is NOT a new fic! ⚠️

A/N: This month will mark five years since I posted my very first Frank x Reader fic. I made a small post for the series a few years back, but never a dedicated one for the first ever fic. After the news and pics of getting Frank back today, even if it's only for a small role, I was thinking back to the time I got first inspired to write and actually post something for once. It's been quite the journey since then and this series has now 16 parts, but most importantly, this fic played a big part in me joining the beautiful fandom that I've been a part of these past 4 years and getting me to meet incredible people. So I figured, let's be nostalgic and officially post it on here too.

Ever since meeting Frank Castle, you’ve been obsessed with his hands.

You know they have killed numerous people and could do cruel things to the ones deserving it, but you also know how kind and gentle they can be. When he would come to your shop as Pete, you’d seen how he would talk to one of your employees' kid, the boy having always had a short fuse, and manage to calm the boy down by simply putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The couple of times when he’d handled the fragile elements of your ice cream maker while repairing it with those deft hands had also shown how gentle they could be.

Yeah, you really have a thing for his hands and the guy himself.

The first time you'd met him, you'd met Pete Castiglione the construction worker, who’d been visiting your Café for the first time. You had followed the whole Punisher debacle on TV and had been very intrigued by the man’s story. Yet even though you'd thought that Pete looked familiar, it had taken you a few weeks of him coming in every other day and helping you out with an electrical problem, to realize who had actually been hiding under all this wild hair and beard. That had been the first time you had come into contact with his hands, too. He had taken off his baseball cap, looked at you to ask where the problem was while standing really close to you, and something in his expression had finally made it click inside you. You'd breathed out, “Frank Castle,” in stunned realization a moment later. In the next second, he'd had you by your throat and against the opposite wall, asking who’d sent you. You had been so startled that you’d just started laughing at the absurdity of you being able to hurt him. Okay, so maybe not really laughed as much as choked, since he’d had his fingers squeezing rather hard around your windpipe. But you'd managed to wheeze out your thoughts, and he'd released you enough for you to tell him why and how you had recognized him. He’d deemed you trustworthy enough, apparently, because he'd let go of you and apologized for overreacting.

You had promised him that you would never tell anyone about him that same evening.

As weeks passed, and he’d still come by your Café, you'd managed to build a rather close friendship. After a while, though, you'd noticed that he was coming by less and less until he stopped coming altogether, making you worried. Finally, after the day everyone had found out that Frank Castle was still alive through live TV, he'd come to your shop when you were closing. You had been even more scared for him since the news and beyond relieved to see him unscathed. You had been touched to learn that he’d wanted to make sure that no one had found out that you knew about him and come to hurt you to get to him. He'd also told you that he would have to lie low for a while. You'd suggested that he should come to your place and hide there. He had declined, too worried about what could happen to you. Still, as you'd accepted his concern, you'd told him that he could come to yours whenever he needed to, no matter the time of the day or the night. You had never been more glad about giving him your address because weeks later, he had come to hide for the night and had done so several nights until the whole thing with Billy Russo had been over.

Nowadays, he still shows up every now and again. Mostly nights because he has some business to take care of, or just to say hi. You both grab a drink (mostly coffee) and chat. You enjoy his company a lot. Okay, more than a lot. You’ve had a thing for the Punisher even before meeting Frank, but since knowing the man himself, you couldn’t help being attracted to Frank and his beautiful large hands and agile fingers. Among other things. You don't know where he stands with romantic or even only physical relationships considering his past, but you do kind of flirt with one another. You know that Frank likes you a lot; otherwise he wouldn’t come to see you regularly. But even if you want him, badly, you feel that it’s more like bantering to him and nothing more.

That doesn’t stop you from dreaming or fantasizing about him and the filthy things that you’d love him to do to you or you to him, though. And that's actually exactly what you’re doing right now. You’re lying on your bed, the sheets tangled around your legs, one hand inside your sleeping shorts while your breaths come harder and faster. You’ve been teasing yourself for what feels like an hour, fingers alternating between circling your clit languidly and pushing three deep into you to mimic the size of two of his, getting yourself closer and closer to one spectacular orgasm. You’ve got your eyes closed, face flushed, bottom lip between your teeth, while your middle finger is rubbing faster and faster over your slippery clit. Harsh breaths leave you as you picture Frank spreading you wide with his fingers and whispering dirty nothings into your ear. You’re right there, on the brink, ready to fall, when there’s a resounding knock at your door.

You yelp in surprise and flinch so hard that you nearly hit yourself in the face with how fast you remove your hand from between your legs. You’re trying to get your bearings back, your body still trembling from being strung high for so long and not getting what it wants, when there is another knock. You groan in frustration and get up on wobbly legs to go check on who wants to see you so badly at that time of night. You look through the peephole and gasp when you see Frank’s face. He'd been here only last week, and he usually shows up only once a month at best, so you’re completely thrown when you open your door to the smirking man.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he greets in his signature gruff and deep voice, upper body pressed lazily against the door jamb.

He’s looking calm and carrying no signs of a recent fight. Meaning that this isn’t an emergency call. Good. He’s wearing dark jeans and a charcoal Henley with his usual combat boots, three days worth of stubble on his face. He looks mouthwatering, and you valiantly try not to let anything show on your face.

“Was in the neighborhood visitin' Curtis and thought I could come check on you too. Sorry it’s so late,” he continues, confirming your earlier thoughts on there being no immediate danger.

“You’ve come by way later, Frank,” you remind him with a snort and motion for him to follow you inside.

You notice that your voice came out a bit strained, and hope that he doesn’t see how your knees are still shaking after the near orgasm and the effect his unexpected presence has on you. Well, turns out that you’re out of luck.

“You okay there?” He asks, as he follows you into the kitchen.

You groan inside, of course he noticed. You still try to play it off.

“What? Of course, I’m okay.” You hate how your laugh sounds off. You’re usually better at faking stuff like that.

“Yeah?” he says, coming to stand right before you to give you a once over. “'cause you’re all flushed and breathin' kinda hard.” He even lifts one hand to feel your temperature, but you dodge it and turn to the sink, reaching over it to get two coffee mugs out of a cupboard. Anything to avoid him see you blush even more.

“I’m fine, Frank, don’t worry… Coffee?” You desperately hope that he’s going to let it go. You need to put yourself back together and slow your breathing.

“Can never refuse your coffee.”

You breathe a small sigh of relief when he seems to accept your answer and smile at how fond he sounds of your coffee making skills. You’re about to reach for the coffee beans when he says, “Seriously, though, am I makin' you this nervous or what's goin' on?”

You put your hands back down and groan in defeat, hanging your head.

“Could you just let it go, Frank? Please?”

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and you don’t turn around to look at him while you wait.

“Did I interrupt somethin'?” He finally says, amusement clear in his voice. Damn him and his perceptiveness.

You hide your face in your hands and whimper in embarrassment.

“Oh God, just shut up, Frank!” Your voice is muffled by your hands. He barks out a laugh, making you lower your hands again. “You’re such a jerk.”

“Hey, hey, `s okay Sweetheart, there’s nothin' to be embarrassed about,” he tells you gently, though you can tell that he’s still grinning, the bastard.

“Yes well…” You still refuse to turn around, even though you can hear him move closer behind you.

“'could always show me, y'know,” he says, and even though the words hit you to the core because the thought alone sends a new wave of deep arousal through you, you can’t place his tone.

That's why you do the only thing that comes to mind and gasp, turning around to backhand him in the chest and play into the joke.

“Oh, fuck you, asshole.”

You meet his eyes and see that there’s something there, lying just under the teasing glint. You suck in a breath, holding it in, while your heart beats a nervous tattoo against your rib cage.

“Or… I could help 'course,” he finally says, voice low, after what feels like minutes and not seconds, his piercing eyes never leaving yours.

You stare at him, still barely daring to breathe. The idea of him helping you out nearly sends you to your knees. Eventually, you exhale in a snort because come on, he doesn’t mean it, and go back to facing the counter, taking the coffee beans out of the cupboard.

“Yeah, right… Let’s get back to that coffee, yeah?” Bonus points for sounding offhand.

You hear him taking another step and then see his hands coming to rest on the counter, one on each side of you, effectively caging you in. His voice is a rough whisper against your left ear, making you gasp.

“Is that a no?”

Your hands, now inches apart from Frank’s, are gripping the marble beneath them, hard. You close your eyes and swallow.

“Don’t play games with me, Frank.” Your voice goes deeper and colder in warning. You might not expect anything romantic-wise from him, but you won’t be made a fool of.

“‘m not playin', Baby.”

To confirm his words, he glides his nose along your nape and bites you lightly on the juncture between neck and shoulder.

You moan, all need. That nickname. He's never used it before, but it does something to you. Babe you’ve never liked. But Baby? The way Frank says it, just gets to you. You incline your head to the side, a silent surrender, and feel him grin against your skin. Your eyes are closed so that you don’t see his right hand leave the counter, but feel it settle on your hip and slowly glide down your thigh to the hem of your shorts. To your dismay, his mouth leaves your neck.

“Spread your legs for me, Sweetheart,” he rumbles into your ear.

You oblige instantly, parting your legs and leaning slightly forward to accommodate him. Frank hums in approval. You can feel his fingers on your skin now, just beneath the hem of your shorts, slowly making their way under your right butt cheek and to your center, the touch light and measured. How is it that he's barely touching you and making your breathing speed up again? You try to relax your hands because you’re still gripping the hard kitchen surface like crazy; anything to anchor you. But Frank chooses that moment to push the short’s to the side, hooking it between your ass cheeks and the left side of your outer lips, to grant him easier access. One large finger slides through your still wet folds. One lazy pass through your slit and up to your clit, and your hands lock into place again, a harsh gasp leaving your mouth.

“Shit, already so fuckin’ wet, huh? Guess I did interrupt somethin' good.”

You say nothing, you can’t right now.

Frank keeps up his slow and torturous pace, sometimes staying over your clit and circling it with a featherlight touch that has you nearly screaming in frustration. You try to get a bit more pressure by pushing down on his finger every time he does this, but he just goes back to teasing your slit. Your arms are trembling from the strain, and you murmur a nearly silent plea for more. He seems to hear you though because he chuckles kindly and applies enough pressure for you to moan in satisfaction for a few seconds, before he stops again, too soon. When you fantasize about him, you usually picture him as the teasing kind of lover, but your imagination could never have reached this level.

“Tell me… What you been thinkin' about earlier?”

You’re kind of put out to hear that his voice is still steady, so you decide on the truth. In for a penny and all that.

“You,” you breathe softly.

His movements stop, and you’re satisfied with his reaction, when you realize that you might have overshared. His hand is moving again a moment later, and he growls deep in his throat. He presses his chest to your back, left hand coming up from the counter to grab your jaw and pull it to the side to press biting kisses into your neck and shoulder, making you keen.

“Me, huh? Fuck, now I really want ya to show me sometime…,” he pants roughly into your neck, index finger rubbing tighter and harder over you. “And what was I doin’?”

You have to concentrate to answer him, the pressure on your clit so delicious now. Your voice ends up breaking on each word.

“Something… like… that…”

“Something?”

“Finger-fucking… me.”

He inhales sharply, and you feel him adjust his position behind you, his clothed erection brushing against your ass for a second.

“Something like that?”

Two of his large fingers plunge deep into you, filling you to the brim. You cry out in bliss and go up on your tiptoes for a second as your body rises. Your back bows backward, resulting in your head coming to rest on his shoulder, while your eyes close, and you catch your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Fuck, you feel so good for me, Baby,” he groans into your temple. He withdraws slightly before pushing back all the way in, setting a steady rhythm as the way his name keeps falling from your lips keeps him going.

The hand on your jaw slackens after a while and travels down your neck, over your collarbone and a covered nipple. He’s stroking down your belly and to the junction of your thighs before he finally stops directly over your clit. He rolls it between index and thumb with just the right amount of too much and not enough pressure, or flicks quickly over it repeatedly to keep you on your toes and not know what to expect next. The rhythm of his two hands are completely different. Where his left hand is teasing you slowly but mercilessly, his right hand still has two fingers fucking you fast and deep, making you whimper brokenly. His fingers feel absolutely incredible, yet you know that it’s to keep you on the edge of release. You love and hate it at the same time. The dual sensation has you removing your head from his shoulder to take your weight with your hands on the counter again, leaning forward a bit more to push your ass out and give him even better access.

Frank grunts his approval and keeps up the pace. You feel him resting his forehead on the nape of your neck.

“Holy shit, girl, look at ya takin' my fingers so perfectly,” he says gruffly. You squeeze down on said fingers at the praise, resulting in a groan of appreciation from him.

Eventually, no matter how long he’d intended to keep you on the brink, you’ve been strung so high for so long, that your orgasm is building inexorably, your body ready to crash back down again. His continuous praise is speeding it up as well. Your legs start to shake and a light sheen of sweat is covering your skin. Your harsh breaths are intermingled with moans and gasps of please mores and yesyesyes.

“Frank, please,” you beg one last time. “Please!”

“I gotcha, Sweetheart,” Frank answers finally and starts upping his pace on your clit.

“Yes!” you hiss, elated.

But Frank is apparently not completely done with you because he removes his two fingers from inside you, only to push back but with a third one, this time. You can only cry out in surprise and deep pleasure as he gives you half a second to adjust, before he starts an intense rhythm again. You’ve never felt this full with only fingers, and you can now feel as your release starts curling hotter and tighter in your belly.

“F-f-f-frank, I’m so, so close,” you manage to breathe out.

Frank keeps a litany of words spilling out of his mouth against your neck, “So fuckin' perfect for me” and, “Takin' me so beautifully”.

Suddenly, you're right there again, just like before, ready to take the leap. You feel the shivers running through your whole body and centering where Frank is rubbing tighter and tighter circles. Frank lifts his head from yours and growls deeply into your ear. “Now come for me, Baby. Come on my fingers.”

“Oh fuck, Frank!” You mewl, high-pitched, and that’s it. Everything in you snaps at his words. The intensity of this so long to come orgasm hits you like a freight train driven by Frank Castle. Your body curves back against his, your head back on his shoulder, facing his neck. Your hold on the kitchen worktop becomes deadly again after having slackened somewhat, and you cry out in pure, unadulterated bliss. You dimly feel Frank stopping the fingers inside you and taking them out to circle your waist and push you even more back against him. His focus is on his left hand, index finger still stroking your bud with intense precision, prolonging your release.

As you’re slowly coming down, your body begins to tremble and Frank tightens his hold on you to prevent your knees from giving out on you. You finally release the worktop, fingers a bit stiff, and put them over Frank’s arm to hold on to. His finger hasn’t stop working you, though, and while it’s sending you nice aftershocks, which have you jerking and gasping against him, you finally reach down with one hand to grab his wrist to stop his movements and rest it against your waist with the other.

“Too much,” you mumble into his throat.

You stand like that for a while, both not saying anything while you try to get your breathing back under control. As the seconds trickle by, and you process the last fifteen minutes, you can’t help the laugh that bubbles up and escapes your lips.

“What?” Frank asks, and you can hear the amusement in his voice.

“That was so not what I was expecting from your visit… Not that I mind, of course,” you grin, all relaxed limbs and all.

Frank chuckles, “‘m a man full of surprises.”

You reach down to tug at your shorts and make yourself presentable again, and snicker.

“That you are,” you say and turn around in his arms to look at him, your hands coming to rest on his strong chest.

Your heart misses a beat when you see his face. He’s a bit flushed, and he’s still breathing rather deeply, but it’s his eyes that capture your full attention. They are still dark with arousal, the gaze intense and fixed on yours. Frank’s lips break out in a smirk as he catches you staring. You swallow and clear your throat as you finally take in the hard outline of his dick against your body. You’re about to open your mouth to inquire about it, but he beats you to it.

“Don’ worry ‘bout it, Sweetheart.”

“But-”

“‘m good,” he cuts in again, kissing your temple to take the sting out of his rebuttal before letting go of you.

You stay quiet and lean back against the counter as you nod vaguely. Frank takes a few steps backwards away from you, one hand coming up to rake through his hair and down his neck in a nervous gesture. He doesn’t look at you, so you decide to break the silence. You’re still floating on your high a bit and don’t want things to get uncomfortable between you two.

“So… coffee?”

You see him take a small breath and look back at you with a smile. His eyes are kind but unreadable, like they so often are when he’s thinking about something.

“Yeah, I’d like that, thanks.”

You smile and get back to grab the things you need, Frank going to sit on the couch. The silence is only broken by the coffee grinder for a small while. Your apartment is one large space with an open kitchen that gives on a big living area. A comfortable couch and a coffee table, that are framed by two armchairs, face a flat screen TV and huge floor to ceiling windows. Your bedroom with en suite bathroom is on the opposite side from the kitchen. You adore this place. From where you’re preparing the two mugs, you only have to turn your head to the left to see Frank sitting on the couch, arms thrown over the back of it, legs spread wide. He stares unblinkingly at the darkness and buildings outside your windows. You bite your lip and sigh softly. Once you’re done, one mug with strong dark coffee for Frank in one hand and in the other one with decaf because you definitely don’t need any more excitement tonight, you make your way over to him.

You walk around the back of the couch to sit at the opposite end, your back resting against the armrest. You extend your hand with Frank’s mug toward him. He blinks down at it for a second before taking the mug. He turns his upper body to face you, and you relax a little more at the half smile, half smirk that he usually wears and that he gives you now.

“Thanks,” he says gratefully and hums in pleasure when he takes his first sip.

“Anytime,” you chuckle warmly. You had been proud to find out that Frank had initially come to your Café because he had heard people talking about the quality of your coffee.

You sit there without saying anything, but this time it’s a comfortable silence, both savoring your drinks.

“So how’s Curtis?” You inquire after several long minutes.

It’s an honest question, but you also want to show Frank that you can still talk like you used to. You’ve never met Curtis, but you’ve heard a lot about him and how he has always been there for Frank. That alone means a lot in your book. You end up talking for a small amount of time, conversation becoming easier, before Frank decides to bid you goodnight. You walk him back to the door, and he envelops you in a hug that you hadn’t been expecting at this point. He kisses you on a temple like he often does, making you smile into his neck fondly before returning the kiss but on one cheek instead.

“Take care,” he rasps into your ear, before letting go of you and opening the door.

“Be careful,” you counter with raised eyebrows and a meaningful look.

Frank chuckles and nods. “I'll see what I can do.”

He walks off to the elevator, which opens for him immediately when he pushes the call button, and steps inside. He lifts a hand in a wave as the doors slide closed in front of him, and then he’s gone.

You close your door and lean against it, heaving a heavy sigh. You don’t really know what to feel right now. You’ve just had one of the most memorable orgasms of your life, but still don’t know where you stand with Frank. If you go back to how things were before tonight, that’s fine with you. You’re kind of afraid that you might have scared him off, but the way he behaved before leaving makes you feel confident enough that you haven’t. The ball is definitely in Frank’s court now. You would have to wait and see.

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koosbabygrl · 2 years

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|M.I.L.F. (2)|▸jjk

Summary▸ Jungkook can’t help what he wants, and what he wants, is you. Genre▸ Smut||Yandere||Explicit||18+ONLY▸REPOST Pairing▸ Jungkook x reader TW▸ Yandere, explicit smut, mirror sex, obsessiveness, jealousy, semi-stalking, manipulation, teasing, unprotected sex, sex against a door, scratching, hair pulling, bouncing on jungkook’s dick like an experienced cowgirl, clothes ripping, rough sex, age difference, mommy kink, belly bulge kink, cum kink, possessiveness, slight pregnancy kink, switch!jungkook Word count▸2.6k

▸This is yandere. Please do not read if these things trigger you. I do not condone or support these acts. My writing is purely fictional and does not truly represent any member.

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It was the end of the year and Jungkook could barely keep his emotions in check. Last year he was supposed to go back home, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, he ended up staying at his university. Now, two years had passed, two fucking years. He’d done his best to keep up with you through text messages and facetime, but he was sharing a dorm room with Jimin and Taehyung making it impossible for him to find the alone time he needed with you.

He’d gone absolutely insane last summer knowing you were at home with your son spending quality time together. He also knew that Tae was there. Jungkook texted Jimin everyday asking what they were doing, complaining about the way his own parents didn’t have the money to bring him home, but at the same time, he was madly texting and calling you needing to know your every step. He didn’t have a problem with Taehyung, but he couldn’t help the thoughts that crept into his mind. The guy was his same height, build, and was also attractive. And you, my god, you were gorgeous and any man would be blind not to notice you.

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“I know he’s there. I can hear him! How the fuck do you think this is okay? You’re mine! MINE!” Jungkook cried into the phone.

“Baby boy, you know he’s just here for Jimin. He means nothing to me. You know I’m yours. I promise. Please calm down. We’ll see each other soon.”

“That’s what you said last time, but I’ve waited and you keep telling me you have work or that Jimin is coming to visit and I can’t take it anymore. You don’t like me anymore. That’s it, isn’t it? I’m not good enough for you.”

“Jungkook, please don’t say that. You know that’s not true. I think of you all the time. I miss you. Who do I send my pussy pics to? And who gets all the videos of me getting off to the thought of your head between my thighs, hm?”

Jungkook stilled and felt his cock twitch. When you talked like that it always set him on fire. “Only me, mommy.”

“Good boy.”

“Only yours, only y-yours..nggh…”

“Jungkook, what are you doing? You know I can’t. Jimin is right outside…”

“But mommyyyy…”

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After that summer Jungkook made sure to get a part-time job, his studies taking a hit, but he didn’t care. He was going to see you this time, and he’d make sure to make up for all the time he missed.

When he woke in the morning to take his flight, he felt nervous for the first time in a long time. You didn’t know he was coming. He made sure Jimin didn’t blab, saying he wanted everyone to be surprised by his visit, and boy were you surprised.

The moment his hand came over the wooden fence to unlatch the door to the yard he noticed how your entire body went rigid. It was such a treat to see the shock on your face. He had two years to work on himself, and he knew immediately that you liked it. His body was larger, stronger, and wider; perfect for fucking you against the wall.

“J-Jungkook! W-what a surprise.”

You ran to hug him, pretending to hug the young man you knew as your son’s best friend, but when you wrapped your arms around him, Jungkook could sense your need instantly.

“Hey, Ms.___. It’s been a while.”

“It most certainly has.”

Jungkook spent the day with you and Jimin acting nonchalant all while ignoring your obvious advances and eye gestures to meet him in the kitchen. He wasn’t stupid, he knew he had to make you realize how upset he’d been all this time, knowing that you were living your life as if his feelings weren’t your top priority. And so when the night was through, he asked Jimin to take him home, the frown on your face filling him with pleasure.

��See you, Ms.___. Thanks for everything.”

When he turned to leave, he glanced back when Jimin was out the door, and grabbed his crotch, wiggling it up and down while biting his lip. “Thanks for the blue balls.”

He didn’t make it ten steps before your text messages came pouring in. He managed to ignore them all the way home and even into the night until a rock hitting his window woke him from sleep.

Opening his window, he wasn’t surprised to find you down below looking like a pathetic mess. “Shame on you, Ms. ____. What would the neighbors think if--”

“Jungkook! Let me in!”

Jungkook laughed to himself all the way down the stairs and to the front door where he then stood shirtless leaning against the frame. “Come in, then.”

The scowl on your face was incredibly sexy and it took a lot for him not to kiss you now that you were both alone.

“Why are you being such a brat? And why are you opening your front door? Aren’t your parents home?” you whispered.

“They’re away on a trip. Just like the best parents in the world to do such a thing-- son comes home to visit and they disappear. The question is, why are you here?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to see you. After the way you acted today I just needed to know whether or not you want to continue. It’s been two years since we’ve seen each other and you acted differently than what you did on the phone.”

Your voice was shaky, and eyes unable to look into his. He was enjoying this very much. “How I acted? I’m not the one that didn’t bother to come visit and who pretty much lived their life all merrily while I was away. I did nothing, Ms. ___.”

“Jungkook, you know I couldn’t come! Jimin would’ve seen and I couldn't just get time away from work like that. Why didn’t you even come see me in the house today? I made sure you could tell that I wanted to talk to you. You ignored me.”

“Well, I couldn’t give you attention with Jimin being there, now could I?”

“That’s not fair.”

“Oh, isn’t it?”

When Jungkook saw your eyes gloss over, his facade broke just a little. You were both barely into the house, and he was so far away from his bedroom. He honestly didn’t even know how he held on for so long without touching you, but when he stepped forward to tease you, your proximity intoxicated him. He couldn’t help coming closer.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much. I even showed you what you did to me before I left. You just tease and tease and tease… it’s like you want me to suffer. Is that what you want, mommy?”

Jungkook caught the moment you snapped, a twitch in your eye making it clear that you were too far gone to stop yourself. Before he knew it, you were both kissing each other desperately. Your claws were scratching down his bare back while his fingers busied themselves removing everything he could touch. Buttons scattered to the floor, the sound of tearing fabric filled the air, and not a moment after removing your pants, Jungkook plunged himself into you.

You could barely hold yourself together, back pressed to the door, one leg wrapped around his hip while the other balanced on the ball of your foot. The moment was primal, desperate, and hungry. All that could be heard were Jungkook’s groans along with your whimpers. His hips hit against yours, the smacking sound loud enough to resound in both your ears, but neither of you cared. When you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and gripped at the roots of his hair, he growled into your neck and lost all control. His body temperature was well above the norm, sweat beads rolling down his temple and neck, only for you to lick them right up before they even reached the ground.

The urgency was so powerful, the need so great, that it only took a few minutes before you both came and fell to the floor. Heavy breathing filled the room, and cum leaked from between your legs. It took about five minutes before either of you spoke.

“I missed you… I missed you… I-” Jungkook was the first to talk, his shaky voice making it clear he was in distress.

“Don’t cry, baby. I’m here now. I’ll never leave you.”

Your words cut through him like a sharp blade, the promise hanging in the air along with the knowledge that you weren’t very good at keeping them. In that moment he came to the realization that everything was his fault. He was the one that left, he was the one that didn’t tell you how he felt before leaving, and it was his fault for not keeping better tabs on you.

“I’m sorry I can’t help it. I just love you. I’m in love with you, ____.”

His eyes finally opened and he noticed you hadn’t responded. Turning to you, he grasped your face and kissed you deeply hoping that the reason you were silent was because you were in a happy state of shock.

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Jungkook never returned to school. He somehow managed to convince his parents that it wasn’t his thing and he even found a nice paying job that allowed him to get his own apartment. His relationship with you got more serious, and whenever he had the time available, he gave it all to you. Which is why he couldn’t understand why you were leaving him on a Saturday morning.

The weather was perfect, the clouds in the air and chilly temperature making it a stay-at-home-and-cuddle kind of day, but you were set on your schedule.

“Why are you going?” Jungkook frowned, sitting like a toddler with his legs in a ‘w’shape on the bed. He was wearing nothing but a long white tee. Underneath he was completely naked, the dried up cum on his inner thigh and belly evidence of what he’d done with you the entire night.

“Because, baby boy, I need to meet new clients and today was the only day they’d be in town. I told you this everyday for the past two weeks.”

“But still! I don’t want you to leave. I need youuu.”

He waited until you glanced in his direction to pretend a long, whiny stretch that also lifted up his shirt and revealed his newly aroused and thick cock. He knew you couldn’t say no to it. Especially not after last night when you begged him over and over and over…

“Baby, I can’t.”

Your words shattered his world, the way you spoke them as if he wasn’t the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. “What! Well...who is this client anyway? Is it a guy? Is it, mommy!? Are you going to go fuck some other man while I sit here like a pathetic …”

“Jungkook, stop it!”

Your tone upset him and he was about to stand up and attach himself to your leg if he had to but then you walked forward and slid your hands up your skirt and pulled down your panties. Without another word Jungkook adjusted his legs so that he was in a sitting position and you turned around and lifted your skirt enough so that you could sit on his lap.

“Be a good boy and fuck your mommy while I do my makeup.”

Jungkook didn’t need any other words. He gripped your hips and helped you sit neatly on his throbbing dick, lifting you up and down on his cock several times before becoming impatient. Sliding his hands over to your legs, he tugged them open so that they hooked over both sides of his legs, tearing your skirt in the process. You didn’t get a chance to complain, not with the way he had you bouncing on his cock. Somehow his hand made it into your hair, tugging your head back so that your back arched. His other hand was on your stomach holding you in place. The more power he put behind his thrusts, the higher you bounced, and the deeper he plunged. He could feel himself through your belly, and he almost came the moment he thought of filling it with his seed.

Needing to feel deeper, he stands, taking you with him and ripping the skirt even higher. He makes it to the front of your makeup mirror with you in tow, his dick still nestled inside of your slit. It’s an awkward position to hold, and when he lets go of your hair, you fall forward. Your hands catch you, landing over the surface of your dresser. Everything on it is jostled, his relentless thrusting rocking your body forward and closer to the mirror. And then you make the mistake of looking up and into his eyes. The reflection does nothing to lighten the intensity of his desire. He can see the way your eyes water, the mascara running down and ruining the process you started. You sob and plead for him to fuck you harder, drool running over your chin and onto the surface that currently supports the upper half of your body. You looked fucking ruined, and he knew then he’d won.

“Who owns this pussy, mommy? Hmm?”

“YOU! You do!”

“Good.” Jungkook growls over the shell of your ear before giving one last hard thrust. He empties himself completely, his own strength leaving his body the moment you release the grip you held on his cock.

After a few moments, he hears you grumble and complain. You must’ve caught a glimpse of your hair and face. He knew he made you late, but fuck that, you had to know who you belonged to. He steps back and helps you up. When he notices you heading for the bathroom, he stops you.

“Don’t clean it.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I want you to keep me inside of you all day. I want whoever this fucker is to smell that you’re mine. Be my good mommy, pleaseeee. Keep my cum deep inside.” He cups your cunt and then reaches into the drawer grabbing a new pair of panties. Bending down, he looks up at you with soft, pretty eyes and motions you to step into them. Sliding them all the way up, he removes your ruined skirt and kisses your lips gently.

“I’ll buy you a new skirt. I’m sorry.”

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When you leave, he feels absolutely miserable, the time alone leaving him with nothing to do but think. He knew Jimin was away at school and that you’d be busy away from the house, so entering your family home would be easy. Once there he makes his way into your bedroom.

Even after all this time you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to fuck him on your bed. Perhaps it was some sort of guilt you felt, fucking your son’s best friend behind his back, but sooner or later you were going to have to tell Jimin. You and he were in love, so there was no reason why you shouldn’t tell your son. Jimin was an understanding guy. Besides, Jungkook had a plan that would ensure everything went well.

Sitting on your bed, he had to calm himself a little, your familiar scent sending his body into euphoria. He felt himself get hard and it annoyed him that you were busy doing something without him. After all the sacrifices Jungkook had made for you, it was clear you were still too scared to move things along. So when he grabbed your birth control and flushed them down the toilet, he felt no remorse, and then when he returned to his own apartment and poked holes in his condoms, he also felt nothing. You would see soon enough how much he loved you and that he’d be there for you no matter what. Nobody could love you like him; nobody.

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mylovejimimi · 5 months

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SNEAK PEEK | A MINIMONI STORY PT 1

— PAIRING: boyfriend!jimin x fem!reader x friend!namjoon x ??? — GENRE: smut +18. minors dni — WARNINGS: smut, dirty dirty talk (jimin's a menace), vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), not as much fluids as the last one lol but still fluids, riding, accidental vouyerism, talks of kinks, mentions of gang bang, jimin calls reader mean names, jimin and reader are in fluffy love, SOME plot — SUMMARY: It's your sweet, loving boyfriend's turn to plan your weekly date, and his sweet, homey plan comes with an exciting surprise in the form of a friend that he totally forgot was crashing at his place. — WORDS: almost 5k This one is like the holy scripture compared to the tae and jk one lmaooo but don't forget there's gonna be a part 2!!!!! promise to make it worse <3don't be shy and tell me what you think about my works! also i lied and say i would post it last night but my first draft didn't save <3 i love technology <3333 please remember you can send me a tip by buying me a ko-fi if you like this stories, it will meant the world to me and it will help me ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Enjoy !

Whenever your schedules coincide, you and Jimin always made sure to have a date. Today was no exception.

Having an idol boyfriend, it was never an easy task to find time to spend together. And to have quality time, on top of that; a moment when he wasn’t too tired or overworked, or even anxious, and could engage in conversations or activities with you as his stress-free, lovely self. You always understood and supported him because that was his passion after all – though it never got any easier to watch him be away in tours or stay in the city but be unreachable, busy every second of the day. Also, you worked too, a less glamourous job of course, but a lot of times you had to give up your free time for some extra-hours or documents to finish at home.

Luckily for you, the boys just wrapped up the promos for their latest comeback, which meant they were relatively free for a couple weeks. It was Jimin’s idea to have a date every week, as long as he wasn’t required to work 24/7, to make up for past or future time apart.

So, it was a late Friday night and both of you lazed around in Jimin's apartment. You two loved going out and about the city, doing whatever activity you could think of, but since it was your boyfriend’s turn to plan the date – and he had been feeling like a homebody lately – he decided to have a chill night with you, the love of his life. You cooked, laughed, drank, danced around a little to his songs and now you were drinking again, sitting on the mat in between the sofa and the coffee table, chatting while soft music played in the background.

“It was an awful fit to be ever seen wearing! Whoever told you it looked good was lying” you laughed out loud at your boyfriend’s frown, before downing what was left of a bottle of soju, one of the many that you and Jimin already drank. You had the capacity to hold gallons of alcohol if you wanted; Jimin often joked that was what made him fell in love with you.

“It was you who told me I looked hot! I sent you a mirror pic and you replied with fire emojis” Jimin accused you with an offended pout, pushing you playfully and, in your tipsy state, making you fall fully on the ground. You giggled.

“I surely wasn’t in my best moment. Must had been one of those weeks of forced celibacy you make me go through when you release music, and thirst possessed me.” Jimin rolled his eyes with a little smile.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. You get horny just like the rest of us, you’re not special.” You felt giddy and fuzzy inside because of both the alcohol and Jimin’s company. Goddamn, how you loved that man. Couldn’t help your big smile, heart in your eyes.

“Like the rest of you? You have no idea the depths and length of my horniness.” You started to draw random patterns on his thigh with your finger but kept staring adoringly into his eyes, always bold and teasing around him. With a hint of a smirk, he arched an eyebrow at your words and actions.

“Oh my God, right now too? You’re a horndog!” Jimin laughed heartily, pushing you again. You laughed along joyously, feeling happier than you ever been. You were sure you would never love a person the way you loved Jimin.

“Can you blame me? My boyfriend is way too hot.” Despite the dying laughter, Jimin, always up for flirting, had a smug expression that could be only mean problems. Sitting side by side, you only needed to crane your necks a little to be inches away from each other’s face, which was so helpful to your playing. You smirked, whole body facing Jimin’s now and buzzing with alcohol and imprudent ideas.

“Praising me for free? You’re totally too horny for your own good right now. But you’re right, I’m hot.” His smile got bigger and bigger the closer he got to you, stalking you slowly in the manner a predator about to attack his prey would. Soon enough, you could feel his breath caressing your lips: sweet with the fragrance of the flavored drinks, warm and intoxicating. Your eyes found his and in them you saw the glossy filter of alcohol mirroring yours, but the desire in his blown-out pupils was beyond comprehension. Your boyfriend was a menace – for you more than for anybody else. “And my girlfriend is hot as hell as well.”

“I am.”

“And we’re both very drunk.” Your heart accelerated in a second, just feeling the heat that radiated from Jimin and his gaze on your lips. And you knew Jimin was no better, if the ragged breaths escaping his mouth was any giveaway. “And we’ve been apart from each other for so long already.”

Call it a signal from the universe or simply your guts instincts being one step ahead of you, but a ray of clarity downed upon you carrying a possibility that, while it turned you on a bit, wasn’t completely right. Before taking things further, you frowned slightly.

“Baby wait, we’re in the living room, what if Taehyung or Jungkook just drop by without notice? They know the code for the door.” Jimin just shrugged, giving no importance to the very real, very probable problem. You, on the other hand, were too aware of it, remembering all the times you were there and any of the boys – usually the maknaes – would just walk in. Your boyfriend did not back off though; he just tilted his head playfully.

“Why does it matter? Everybody had seen us before at some point, and, like, this is my home. Plus, we’ll hear the door if anybody comes in.” Finally, he moved just the littlest bit so his lips could move yours whenever he talked. Jimin stared intensely into your eyes, speaking in this sultry, seducing tone that was so unique to him. “It’s been so long, baby, and I need you so much right now. I can’t even think of anything but having you right this moment. We’d waited long enough, my love.” And he closed the distance with a fervent kiss. You were never strong enough to fight his kisses, much less when you wanted it as much as him.

It always amazed you just how synced up you and Jimin were; but, well, everybody said all the time how right you were for each other for a reason. He knew exactly how deep to kiss, how fast or how sweet, and, of course, how to touch all the magical parts of your body to make you go feral. And you knew all of him too – but the truth is that both of you shared a lot of likes in every aspect of life, including intimacy. So, you knew he liked as much tongue as possible and as desperately as one can make it. Also, he liked to be touched everywhere at all times, because his body tended to get so sensitive, so brittle to your hands when he was turned on. Jimin loved feeling adored, and you loved to adore him.

He settled his hands on your ass, pulling until you were straddling him. Not missing a single beat, Jimin moved his lips to your throat, making sure to bit and kiss the most sensible spots. You gasped and whined and said things that Jimin couldn’t hear well with all the blood rushing in his ears. Then, all of a sudden, you gripped his hair in a fist and tugged his head backwards, away from your neck, because you knew he loved to roughhouse too. Jimin could clearly see the arousal and drunkenness swimming in your eyes, and he knew he must look just the same, but it was okay because you had been together long enough to be very acquainted with the wildest part of each other. Now it was your turn to attack his neck, and Jimin couldn’t help but think how good you were at it, surely more skilled than him. He groaned and whined loudly as the kisses became sucking and light nibbling everywhere; it went from his neck to his jaw to his ear and all the way down again, always mindful to avoid leaving too noticeable marks on the flesh.

At some point, he began grinding his crotch into whatever part of your body it could grind into, becoming impatient and whiny, so you stopped and left his neck to grip his jaw and look into his eyes. Only then, both of you realized what a mess of red lipstick you were.

“Who’s domming?” You asked, panting. As an answer, Jimin whined more and pouted, making you giggle. “You pretty, spoiled pillow bitch. You will have to do all the dirty work on your own someday, you know.” And you got back to work.

Not much time passed between the teasing and the doing, both of you needing to satiate the constant thirst you had for the other. You two were so high on arousal and desperation, aided by the alcohol, that you skipped the step of taking the clothes off. Jimin lowered his sweatpants to his upper thigh to get his girthy cock and heavy balls out, and then lowered your camisole enough to get your breasts out too, because he was obsessed with them.

“Baby –” you breathed when you took a hold of his member and felt how hard he was. He thrusted mildly and unconsciously, groaning when you tightened your hold on him. The precum his tip was leaking started to cover your fingers once you started fisting him, and you couldn’t resist the temptation: you released his member to take your hand to your mouth and lick his fluids away, making a show of it all for your boyfriend, who groaned loudly.

Before taking your hand down again, you licked your palm, but this time, instead of his cock, you took both of the man’s balls, playing with and gripping them. Jimin threw his head back on the sofa, moaning in a high pitch and tightening his grip on your hips, surely imprinting his fingers on the skin. Once again, you took his cock and got up your knees before moving out of the way your skirt and underwear. You were so wet that your folds squelched when you separated them to descend on your boyfriend, impaling yourself on the meaty, delicious member of his. The stretch left you breathless for a moment, because Jimin was large enough to fill you up fully even if he wasn’t hard. To get you out of the discomfort, he captured your mouth in a sloppy kiss, guiding you to move slowly on him and taking the liberty of put his thumb on your clit. You moaned, and mere seconds later, you were bouncing on your own, increasing speed and clenching your insides sporadically. Your boyfriend, in return, pushed you back down when you bounced up until you both found the perfect rhythm.

You two were too immersed in your own world; too consumed by pleasure to hear the distinct sound of the door lock being unlocked and the footsteps that followed.

“You’re my bitch, got it? This ass is only mine to fuck,” Jimin exhaled close to your mouth, trying to keep his eyes focused on you moving face. You whimpered but nodded. “I will use you like the cockslut you are, whenever I want to and however I want to. And with whoever I want to.” He thrusted up with vigor, clearly liking the idea of sharing you. “Can you imagine it? To get fucked by me and then by any of my friends? Or all of them, because I know the greedy whore you are.” And he made you gasp out loud by biting your nipple and suctioning it. You panted open-mouthed now, forcing your eyes to stay open and watch how your boyfriend went from one nipple to the other, and then to insert his tongue shamelessly in your mouth.

You almost lost your mind at the way he licked filthily your wet insides, but the idea of being shared was pushing stronger. It was no secret to your boyfriend that one of your deepest fantasies was to be shared by several people, submitting to them, being at their mercy; and despite the natural jealousy that arose in Jimin at the beginning, he couldn’t get the idea out of his head for days. He thought about it so obsessively that he got desensitized to jealousy, and, at one moment, he found himself getting hard and needing to jerk off to the made-up image of you being used by multiple people. So, it became his fantasy too.

“You always wanted that, to get passed around like a pretty toy, cock after cock fucking this useless pussy.” Jimin chuckled with gritted teeth, getting more turn on by his own words. You whined loudly, just as loud as Jimin was talking – because he simply couldn’t regulate his voice while fucking –, which was pretty loud for anybody else in the room to hear. And there indeed was someone hearing and watching you from the entrance. Not like any of you realized though. “You know what else a filthy slut like you wants? To choke on cocks. To get your pretty face fucked rough. To have cum dripping from your mouth and still get your throat fucked over and over again. And I know you want to choke on my members’ cocks, don’t you? Get on your knees for the seven of us, suck dry the cocks of those friends that think you’re just my cute, little girlfriend; their pretty, dumb friend.” Jimin hissed with a particular tight squeeze, so close to release. He gripped your hair, tight, and pushed your face closer to his. “Who is the spoiled pillow bitch now?” And he kissed you, knowing both of you were mere moments away from the best orgasm of the year.

And then, a phone rang strepitously right there in the living room, some meters away from where you were. And you knew it was neither yours nor your boyfriend's.

Both you and Jimin jumped in your places, separating from each other's body once you saw a blushing and frantic Namjoon hurriedly looking for his phone in his pants. With one hand, Jimin hurried to help you fix your bra and top that were half off your body, while with the other hand, he tried to put himself inside his own pants as hastily. As if Namjoon hadn't been watching your passionate encounter for the last five minutes.

Your head? Empty, come back later. Your body? Burning with shame and, well... other things had arisen too.

“J-Joon” you started, still out of breath, but you had nothing else to say. You just stared at your friend, who arrived at the perfect time to see you being dommed.

By your peripherical vision, you saw your boyfriend getting red in the face, expression twisted into pure fury.

“Yah! You –“ And he stopped himself in his tracks, staying completely still for a second and then clearly his throat, his whole demeanor changing in an instant. It was completely weird for Jimin to stop himself from berating someone, being the most argumentative man ever as he was.

What the fuck is going on?

“S-sorry you had to watch us, Namjoon” he said calmly but still harsh. Overcoming quickly the initial surprise and change of behavior, Jimin showed his friend he definitely didn’t like the unconsented voyeurism.

Namjoon, on the other hand, was petrified in place, holding both of his friends’ stares. Mind completely blank, he couldn’t think of any excuse or justification, not even the very real reason he was there.

“It’s, uh, it’s okay. I didn’t see much.” He wanted to slap himself for saying that. It implied he had seen at least a little. “I just arrived, really didn’t see or hear anything. No big deal.” And then both you and Jimin saw it – the proof that Namjoon saw some and heard some and he even liked some. The bulging in the front of his sweats wasn’t that obvious but it definitively was there, where it wasn’t in everyday happenings. You both got visibly surprised, maybe a little aroused too, but said nothing. Instead, you two, in all your lipstick-messed glory, stared Namjoon in the eye with some sort of dignity.

“I would have appreciated it if you hadn’t seen anything or said something or go somewhere else.” Jimin was always borderline aggressive when he thought something was inappropriate; and, though you didn’t always agree with this approach, you stood by him on this one because he was right.

“But I told you we shouldn’t do this here in the open,” you whispered, a little ashamed. Namjoon blinked, speechless.

“I-I…” He swallowed and inhaled deeply. “You’re right, I’m sorry I watched you and I’m sorry I interrupted too.” He said all of that sporting the brightest color of red ever seen in someone’s face. “I forgot both of you would be here and that you both do these things. I should have called before coming, sorry.” Jimin was totally satisfied with that reaction but you were not. You felt bad that Namjoon was putting all the blame on himself when you had a feeling something like this could happen and did nothing.

“It’s okay, Joon. Just… don’t watch us without asking ever again.” Though it did feel a little hot. Being caught was one of the many fantasies you and Jimin shared, and you knew that Jimin felt as aroused and excited as you. But he was sterner than you and so, he was the one that put the ruthless mask on and delimited the boundaries to all the people outside your relationship.

“Ask you?” Namjoon asked in utter disbelief, like he was hearing the craziest nonsense ever. He could ask? He could watch? You and Jimin looked at each other. Of course he could watch. Any of them could watch, if they wanted. You both discussed it a million times; if any of Bangtan, six of them being single and unlucky, approached the couple seriously, they had no reason to tell them no. You trusted them a lot, and it wouldn’t necessarily ruin the friendship; not if they didn’t make it weird.

“Well, if you want to do something that involves other people, you usually ask if they’re OK with it.” And yet Namjoon couldn’t believe what his group member was saying. He felt weird. So weird that his nervous system was firing all alarms. His heart started beating faster than when he came home to the image of two of his friends doing each other. He felt so overwhelmed suddenly.

“Okay,” he said, before spinning on his heels and almost running to Jimin’s spare room. You were confused. Why did Namjoon go to that room instead of getting out of the house?

“This damn dumb bitch interrupted us in the best moment.,” Jimin grumbled, upset.

“Babe, why is Namjoon here?” you inquired harshly, crossing your arms. Jimin pursed his lips and looked at you with his big, puppy eyes. You didn’t buy it. “Jimin, were you the one that made Namjoon come tonight?” Your boyfriend sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yes, baby, but – Wait, wait! I didn’t ask him to come! I just let him come!” he explained in a rush when he saw you open your mouth to yell at him. “There’s a problem with the water system at his building and I told him he could crash here for a couple nights. He is out all the time so I totally forgot he was sleeping here this week.” You scoffed.

“You’re dumb, did you know that?” Jimin just giggled at your response. It was an accident, so there was nothing to get angry at. You grinned at him, playing with his fingers. “Can we finish what we started now?” But he grimaced at that.

“I don’t know how to feel about fucking you after what happened. I mean, is one thing to fantasize about it and other completely different to experience it without consent.” Jimin didn’t look convinced. You appreciated so much how tactful he was about the situation.

“You’re right, baby, maybe let the shock pass first.” You squeezed his hand and gave him a small smile. “But would you, at least, let me help you? As a reward for being a good friend.” He smirked, and passed his arms around your waist to hug you to his body.

“How could I say no to a reward?” …

And just as fast as you agreed, you were on Jimin’s bed. Currently, your boyfriend was laying on his back, sweats on his mid thighs, with you kneeling by his side and pumping him with all your heart. And yet, he was fixated on the ceiling, barely reacting to the stimulation.

“Man, why the fuck are you just laying there? I’m giving you a hand job right now,” you huffed, frustrated with the indifference your boyfriend showed toward your efforts. “If you want a blow, you just have to ask, you know.” You stopped all movements and Jimin finally focused on you, coming back from being lost in his head.

“Sorry, babe, you’re amazing as always. I just can’t stop thinking about what happened.” He sat up, now being face to face to look you closely.

“Well, same. It was awkward but also kinda hot.” Jimin nodded a little absent-minded.

“He seemed surprised that you said he should ask.”

“It’s not every day that two of your friends indirectly invite you to watch them have sex, though.” At that, Jimin arched an eyebrow, playful all of a sudden.

“So you were inviting him, huh?” You blushed.

“I mean, yeah. Wasn’t that what we wanted? Did I read your eyes wrong?” Jimin, once more, got closer to your face like a menace, until you were millimeters from touching.

“So, you really plan on having him watch while you’re getting fucked mercilessly, in every way, in full dom/sub display? I bet you would like to get dicked down by him too.” He smiled and you felt your heart racing. What was your boyfriend implying?

“Uh, I don’t know? I mean, sounds… Yeah.” You really tried to form a rational sentence, though it was difficult with all your thoughts all over the place. As an avid over-thinker, you needed three to five business days to sit down and dissect the whole situation from beginning to end to sort out your opinions. “And what about you? Would you be fine by that? Would you also like to get some of his dick?”

“Nah, love. I don’t think it flows like that between us. Would be super embarrassing to bounce on his lap and go to a company briefing with him the next morning.” And he smirked deviously at you. “But it wouldn’t be weird watching him thoroughly giving it to you. Or should I say, hammering it into you.” He extended his arm and fondly caressed the side of your face. “Mmh, I think the shock had already passed because I just unlocked a new fantasy. Baby, I really, really need to see you being fucked into dumbness by him” he expressed with a pout, like begging you to give it to him. “I can attest he has a horse dick too.”

“Jimin!”

“And I think it will help me to shut up that annoying ego of yours for once; you’d been domming for too long and need humbling” he added to tease you. You frowned at the teasing; frowned even deeper at the weird list of cons of fucking Namjoon that your boyfriend just gave you.

"You’re getting a little too brave for a man with his dick in his vengeful girlfriend’s hand,” you told him lowly, narrowing your eyes and gripping said dick harder. Jimin took a sharp breath but smiled anyways.

“That’s it, babe, that’s how I like it. Just tug a couple times more while I imagine Namjoon folding you into two and fucking you to tears.” You scoffed and pinched Jimin’s nipple, way too hard to be pleasurable.

“Ow! But I’m being honest!” Jimin complained with a laugh.

“If you want me to blow you, stay fucking quiet, whore” you warned Jimin, getting comfortable on your knees. Your boyfriend helped you by taking your long hair in a makeshift ponytail in one hand. And you did exactly what you said.

As always, Jimin was loud and, at times, rough. Whenever you bobbed up, he only let a second pass before push your head down on his cock again. He lived for hearing you gagging and choking on him. And, as expected, he loved it messy and with a lot of saliva involved.

“Holy fuck, this mouth is amazing, baby, just like your pussy. Dirty little bitch, where did you learn to deepthroat this good? Is because you used your whore mouth on many cocks? I bet that’s why.” With each word, Jimin thrusted his hips against your mouth rougher. He was very aware of your limits and knew that his words and movements were making you drip. “Those late nights waiting for me in the company? I bet you spend them being used by the guys. Whose cocks do you slobber, you fucking cumdump? Yoongi hyung’s? Hobi hyungs’s?”

Your eyes welled up just as your pussy creamed the skimpy panties you wore for Jimin. Though you had a pretty dominant and defiant personality, you became fully submissive from time to time to humor boyfriend. Like in that moment, when you let him control your head by taking fistfuls of your hair to make you gobble his cock however he wanted. His balls hit your chin each time he snapped his hips up, and, since all that movement made it very difficult for you to keep your saliva in your mouth, most of it ended up falling towards Jimin’s body, dampening his testicles and inner thighs.

“Ah, I know -shit- you act all innocent but you let Namjoon use your mouth every night, like the disgusting slutty toy you are.” He was really close; you could tell by the precum that his cock leaked on your tongue and how his member throbbed. You looked up at him and catched him devouring you with his eyes, plump lower lip tucked between his teeth (and you couldn’t help internally melting at his cute crooked front tooth). On the other side of the blowjob, Jimin felt his abs flexing uncontrollably while he fixed all his attention on you, the most perfect being that ever existed. You were a sight for his sore eyes, with that fucked up face he loved – the only thing that could make him come in seconds. “Oh fuck, I won’t stop thinking about his come dripping from your mouth. Shit, shit, shit—”

Despite having your mouth way too full and roughed, you moaned to assist your boyfriend in cumming. The thrusts became erratic and a loud, long moan left Jimin’s lips when he threw his head back to finally let go, coating your mouth and throat. He pushed your face against his crotch and held you there tightly until he stopped coming. In a couple seconds more, his breathing was steadier and he could let go of your poor head.

You lifted yourself slowly and breathed deeply, composing yourself despite being a mess of tears, saliva and cum. Wiping some off with the back of your hand, you looked pointedly at Jimin, who just raised his eyebrows in a silent question.

“You’re getting a little too insistent with this me and Namjoon thing. Are you really that fucked up? That you would enjoy the emotional torture of seeing me with someone else? Do you have a kink about being cheated on?” Even with a rough voice, Jimin understood what you said instantly, and his response was a roll of eyes and a snort.

“Don’t be an idiot, I just find it hot, ok? I DO NOT want you to leave me for him.”

“So hot that you had to talk about it so detailly to cum?” You helped to get his pants back on their place before fishing one shirt you found nearby to clean your face. Jimin admired you for a moment, hands behind his head.

“Yes.” He smiles brightly. “And I’m serious when I say I need to see you get fucked by him. It’s, like, vital for me right now.” It was your turn to snort. “Maybe all of us could benefit from his stay here.” Eyes drooping, you rested your body on his, using his chest as your pillow. Too many things happened in the span of an hour and just now all the alcohol intake had its effect of making you sleepy. Whatever other things Jimin said, you missed them after giving your veredict:

“Maybe.”

#jimin smut #namjoon smut #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin one shot #bts smut #namjoon one shot #bts one shot #bts x reader #Jimin #namjoon #Jungkook #Taehyung #Jhope #Hoseok #Suga #Yoongi #Jin #Seokjin

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aestheticsuwu · 2 years

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Blurrin' the lines between real and the fake

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell

Mafia x Hitman/FBI Au

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IceMan ; One of the top most wanted criminal in the world. Known for the successful running legacy of being the coldest and feared mafia boss in Russia and now expanding his name in United States in all its glory.

Each day theres a different price for his head. The reward get higher by the second but the task becomes harder to accomplish. After all no one has seen his face, and the ones that do , Are now 6 feet under the ground.

The overachiever hit-man Pete Mitchell, ‘Maverick’ ,that has been hired by Charlie Blackwood an FBI agent, takes on the task thinking of it as a challenge . What he doesn’t know is that Ice is always 2 steps ahead and is already waiting for him.

Ice is not going to get wiped out in his watch, especially for his youngest sister Carole wedding .

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“Behave.”

Maverick wanted to bite his hand , wants to scream and disrupt the guest but he knew better and having the man hand squeezing the back of his neck in warning made him clamped his mouth shut . Maverick still threw him a hard glare.

A young women , dressed in a floral white dress, shoulder length blonde hair and a big smile on her face spots them and comes running towards them. She screeches when she sees Ice. She throws herself into his arm . Ice twirls her around making her squeal and sets her down.

“Tommy , You promises not to bring none of your boy toys . It’s my engagement dinner.” The blonde woman whines , her arms crossed on her chest with a frown adorning her beautiful face. Her kind blue eyes flicker to his and he wanted to protest . He was not a twink nor Ice boy-toy but Maverick just averted his eyes down to his boots and stayed quiet. Biting his tongue . Tom. The long mystery of the real name of Iceman. And all for what. He might never get to tell anyone.

The poor woman was about to get scolded , she didn’t need Mavs.

“Carole , This one special. “ Ice brings back his hand to Maverick neck . Maverick can taste blood from how hard he’s biting his tongue.”Didn’t i promise you that I wouldn’t work or do anything that will prejudice your wedding. Aren’t I a man of my word“ Ice spoke gently and in a tender voice . It gave Maverick goosebumps. It was like a different person in contrast to Ice, the man holding him hostage and holding his neck like he was some damn puppy( and threaten to kill him once his baby sister has gotten married .

“You did gave me your word and in writing.” Carole sunny smile appears making Ice content .

“Where’s Nick ?” Ice smiles proudly , looking around for the man.

“I will go get him. Oh - I forgot where’s my manners. I’m Carole , soon to be Mrs.Bradshaw” Carole waited for his response but Maverick was having a quick debate in his head.

He didn’t know if he was allowed to speak but if the pressure of Ice thumb on his jaw making his sister wait was anything. Mav wasn’t sure what to say , does he say Maverick or Pete Mitchell?

“Im Pete Mitchell but your brother likes to call me Mave-rick , Nice to meet you . Congrats on your wedding .” Maverick mimics the way Iceman pronounced his name. He decides to be honest. He doubts Carole will try to search him up and look at his background. Besides he has a feeling Slider had already wiped his info off the system by orders of his boss. He gives her his best smile which she returns . She looks like a sunshine compared to this cold criminal man beside him.

The last name spiked a curiosity in him, he knew a Bradshaw but it couldn’t be the same person , Goose was dead. He’s snapped out of his thoughts when he feels Iceman press behind him.

“See,” Ice deep voice has Maverick nervous “It wasn’t that hard to be a good boy”

Maverick hates himself for his body reacting to those words. It send a shiver down his spine. He just hope Iceman didn’t see. Iceman goes to take a seat , front and center, assigned for him only. Maverick stands there dumbly not knowing what to do. “Sit” Ice pats his thighs with an amused smirk . This was embarrassing. He refuse to do it. He silently glares at the man making Iceman lose his patience. He moves forward and speaks lowly just enough for both of them to hear,”I wasn’t asking. Sit now. “ Ice tone of voice left no room for discussion.

Maverick balled his fist . He was fuming from the inside . He swung his leg over and sat down on the mans lap. He felt the blondes large hand grab his hip and pulled him closer. Maverick could feel the eyes of everyone on him making him flush down to his neck. He turns to his right, ‘Slider’, Iceman’s right hand and bodyguard ,snicker at him making Maverick feel embarrassed .

Carole comes back with a drink on her hand , vodka on ice , and on the other, a man. A man that makes Maverick go pale . He was dead. How could he be here? Goose?

The man hasn’t notice him yet. He sees his lip moving and feels the rumble of Ice voice against his back . He look exactly like him. The eyes, the height and the stupid porn mustache . It was him. His only family he had left. Here he was marrying the sister of a cold hearted criminal . Nick Bradshaw.

Slider stands up and put his arms around Goose and Carole and begins flirting with them both. Something that looked like something they did . He’s saying something along the lines that he wouldn’t mind being part of the wedding. It’s kind of mushy in his brain, he snaps out of it when Ice laughs at his friend. He doesn’t know why , but he hands go straight for the hand on his hip , needing the reassurance he wasn’t hallucinating . Ice goes rigid behind him.

Maverick takes a strong grip on Ice fingers . He feels eyes boring holes to the side of his face . His breath quickens , he feels like his heat had leapt out of his chest. He hears a glass clink against a surface , then suddenly he feels three cold fingers on his jaw making him face Ice. Who looked laser focused on him, his brows furrowed and eyes high on alert.

Ice opens him mouth to ask him something but Goose beats him to it. “ I didn’t realize you brought someone new. Let me introduce myself I’m Goose .”

“I think he’s shy . “ Carole says making Slider snort at the ridiculousness .

Ice has gone deadly silent and still holding his jaw . His blue eyes flickering all over his face, trying to read him. Suspicious on what was going on, he turns to Goose . With a sharp smile he answers for him, “This is Maverick. Why don’t you say hi , Sweetheart.”

Maverick turns around and faces Goose. Now is his turn to look like he just saw a ghost. Ice clenches his jaw , not liking the situation , He looks at Slider, whose already catching on , and gives him a sign to take Carole and Goose away. They had to deal with this later .

“I was promised a dance . Shall we ?” Slider doesn’t let them answer and is dragging them away . Maverick just listens to Carole laugh and watched Goose look over his shoulder with a fallen expression.

“Mitchell, Your dangerous , and I can’t have you going around behaving like that. Can’t have you snooping around in my business .In the meantime , your going to keep that pretty mouth shut and be on your best behavior until I decide how to get rid of you. Got it.” Ice says in a cold tone , a void of emotions. Like he was randomly talking about the weather.

“What if I don’t . Your going to kill me? I’m not scared of you …Iceman.” Maverick is not backing down. They stare at each fro way too long. His chest is still heaving and Iceman is just calm and collective . It made him tick.

Ice moves his hand up to Maverick face with a mocking smile. The man was hard to read but clearly he was angry.

“You should be , Baby.” Ice thumb touch Maverick’s bottom lip, slightly pulling it down making Maverick freeze , his greens eyes widen. “You’re in enemy’s territory. No one’s going to help you, Not even …Goose.” Ice chomps the air showing perfect rows of teeth. The man still remained dispassionate and composed like he didn’t just threatened to end his life .

The words felt like a slap to his face. He wasn’t expecting the chomp , the action reminded him of a feral dog wanting to bite him. Wreck him. Ice picks up his glass , the one Carole had give. him , and takes a huge gulp trying to shoo away the migraine that was try to creep up on him ever since Maverick appeared. Ice smiles at Carole who’s looking at their direction as Slider twirls her . He keeps his smile when Goose make eye contact with him, he looks away when Slider is trying to get his attention .

“Smile. Everyone’s looking.” With no other option , Maverick smiles that doesn’t reach his eyes . He really wants to kill the guy. Right about now. Like if he was devil , the man mutters, “Keep those thoughts for later , Nobody is dying today. What your pretty little head should worry about is that your sleeping in my bed tonight.”

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Sidenote: okay so I saw in a fic where Carole is Ice sister, so I had to use this opportunity to add it in here. Goose and Maverick were best friends and worked together until one day a mission goes haywire and Gooses is presumed dead. But In reality , Slider finds Goose in the middle or fight with another drug lord and Slider gets injured and Goose helps him. Making Slider feel gratitude towards Nick , he takes him in and does everything he can for Ice to let him (Goose thinks Mav is dead too)

The FBI thinks they have a lead on Ice and know who it is , (they think it’s Slider ) Charlie knows Mav (they’re dating or hooking up or whatever ; either ways Mav still ends up with Ice) and she gets him on the deal .

Ice gets all the information back to him. He done his research on Mav by the time he has him close. Ice can’t kill him yet since it’s Carole wedding . He decides to have him by his side 24/7 to keep an eye on him. Literally. And uses this excuse to have Mav sit on his lap like all the time. (Slider sighs because the one time Ice is acting like love sick fool and it’s for the idiot that they’ve taken hostage. He rants about to Goose and Carole )

Maverick is just trying to find ways to escape but at the same time he struggling from keeping himself from throwing himself at Ice.

(Also if anyone writes a fic , can you guys write a scene where Maverick is lying in thousands of dollars and Ice is just having his brain go offline. Mavs wants to have sex on the money even though the money is dirty.)

#icemav #icemav au #tom kazansky #tom iceman kazansky #pete mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #mafia au #mafia au moodboard #hitman au #moodboard #carole bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #goose #ron slider kerner #ron kerner #nick bradshaw #in this au Carole is related to Ice #tom cruise

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cabinofimagines · 2 years

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Cryptozoology

IT is DANNY’S BIRTH and I wrote this fic for her gghghg. I promised it would be fluff, angst free and I did my best. Happy birthday sis!

Pairing: Leo Valdez x Gn!Reader

Request: According to my agenda, Danny's birthday is approaching and I think she deserves a high-quality Leo Valdez fic. So here's my idea: College!Leo likes reader & he has this running joke of calling them the "campus cryptid" bc he always sees them but for some reason no one knows who he's talking about until eventually finds them in the library or someplace and he takes a pic to send to his friends like "see? they're real!" But the dumbass had the flash on so it's an embarrassing moment obsvly you can edit it as you want I just wanna read an AU bc we don't have lots of those around here— love you guys!! -A big fan

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: none!

-Asnyox

The first time Leo Valdez met you was at two in the morning.

It was mid exam season, and you had decided that maybe you should take a walk to clear your mind a little. Nothing crazy- maybe just around the dorms, take a deep breath outside and go back to your room. The lights outside of the dorms were broken, so you just found the closest tree and stood against it, facing the door towards the dorms.

Suddenly a Latino boy walked out, looking like he had not slept for the entirety of exam season. As he stretched, he spotted you from the corner of his eye. However, you were not feeling like interacting with the Leo Valdez, who was known to be able to keep a conversation going and you sort of were ready to go back to bed. So, as he squinted into your direction, trying to identify you, you quickly took three steps back and hid behind the tree. You had never actually held a conversation with Leo, but that did not mean you didn’t think he was cute, and you did not want to meet him like this. Hence, you did the only logical thing that your sleep deprived mind could think of. As Leo slowly circled around the tree you were standing behind, you circled the other way and dashed for the door when it was in sight.

Leo was certain only moments ago there was someone underneath this tree – he could have sworn¸ but as he circled the tree, his earphones still blasting music, there was no one. Leo was disappointed, whoever this person was they looked good- and he thought that maybe it was that one person that always managed to slip away from his conversations. There were only about 5 people on the floor he had never talked to, and he wanted this to be his chance, what better moment to meet his possible love-of-his-life than two in the morning? Leo sighed sadly as he removed his earphones, just in time to hear doors close. He quickly stumbled backwards, tripping on his own feet as he tried to catch a glimpse on whoever was there. Looking up from the leaves on the ground, he stared at the treetops, wondering what he just met.

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“I swear to you! There was something else outside!” Leo exclaimed as Jason slowly petted his arm.

“Leo, you were outside in the middle of the night, you might have just been sleep deprived.” He tried to console his friend.

“I am not, and I will find this cryptid- even if it’s the last thing I do!” determination flooded Leo’s face, as worry filled Jason’s.

“Please don’t,” Jason pleaded, but Leo had already stood up and embarked on his mission. Jason sighed and looked at Piper, who was distracted with her phone.

“Why did you not try to stop him?” Jason asked and Piper looked up.

“Stop what?” She blinked once, “Uh, where did Leo go?” Jason sighed.

“Piper please just ask the girl out so you can finally be present in the moment,” Piper glared at Jason, “Leo is on a mission to find the ‘campus cryptid’ he saw last night at two in the morning.” Jason explained and Piper laughed.

“They could be anyone, well, good luck to Leo. This will be great.” Her laugh got just a bit louder as Jason tiredly sighed into his hands.

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Leo spotted you with headphones on, sitting underneath a tree in the shade. He had to do a double take, because he was unsure whether you were in fact his campus cryptid. The world fell away as Leo heard his own heartbeat in his ears. He wanted to approach you, yet he felt scared that he would bother you. Leo was not even sure whether you were his cryptid or not- however as he watched you grabbed an apple, eating it in only 5 bites, core and all. If you were not the person who was standing outside yesterday, you were definitely a different type of cryptid. A cute cryptid at that. Leo had not realized how long he had been standing there, but he realized he should do something soon. As he took a deep breath, being lost in his feelings, he stepped forward … and you were standing up. How could he approach you now? You were worth a shot though- except you were walking in the direct opposite direction from Leo. Dammit.

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Leo’s day progressed rather well- his test did not go horrible, however he was running late for a seminar he had to attend. These people standing in the hallway were not helping him.

“Ah- coming through- I am in a hurry- let me-“ he stopped his apologies as he spotted you at the centre. You were holding a lizard, carefully in cupped hands and the students crowding you were each taking turns looking at the lizard, not touching it for every time someone tried you scolded them.

“Don’t reach for my buddy! You will dry his skin!” This was the first time Leo had heard your voice- and his breath stuttered. He wished you would say his name- but you two had not yet properly met so that would only be a dream.

“What did you name the little guy?” Leo overheard one of the students say, as he was slowly begrudgingly making his way away from the crowd- the seminar was mandatory, and he could not afford to be late-

“Little Lizard Leo,” you laughed, “He was just walking around here so I picked him up, he needs to go back outside.” Could you read Leo’s mind? He had turned abruptly at hearing his name, being sure now that you were at least a cryptid. Leo glanced at his phone for the time, hoping he might have a minute to spare, but alas, he cursed as he ran the rest of the way towards the seminar.

During a small 15-minute break in the seminar, Piper smiled devilishly at him.

“Jason told me about your crush,”

Leo’s head shot up. “I have a crush? No, no way-“ He felt his face get warmer, a crush on who? The cryptid? His heart skipped a beat as he thought about the concept of having a crush on you- your hair and eyes and laugh and -

“I mean, he said it was the ‘college cryptid’ or something, but given,” Piper gestured at Leo, “Your reaction I am guessing you do in fact have a crush on someone.” Leo shook his head.

“I barely know the cryptid,” he shot back and Piper’s smile widened, “Besides I am not sure whether they would be the cryptid,”

“Well, ask them, it’s not creepy at all to just go, ‘Hey, were you outside last night? At two? Me too! Wow, we have so much in common!’ And then bam- you are dating.”

“Thank you for the suggestion, but I will not.” Leo told Piper off, Piper’s smile never dampening, “You are by the way only allowed to tell me to ask someone out when you finally ask her out. You have been pining for a good two months now!”

“I don’t even know whether she likes girls!” Piper exclaimed and Leo rolled his eyes.

“She does, believe me.” He comforted Piper, as she looked doubtful.

“Fine. I will confess if you can prove that your college cryptid actually exists.” Piper challenged him, “Because maybe we can help identify your cryptid if you have a picture of it.”

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Leo was getting antsy. It had been almost two weeks since he had spotted you- the last time he saw you, you were just handing out cold tangerines from your bag. You had walked up to the table he was keeping occupied for his friends, said “You’re with three, right?”, put three tangerines down, said and walked away as he nodded. Leo had been working on his essay, and he got out of the essay brain fog a moment too late, for you were gone again.

“Whatcha looking at?” Piper had asked five minutes after you had gone and Leo just responded with a hum as he returned to work on his essay. The deadline was later that day- last deadline of the semester luckily - and he could not be bothered to be made fun of because of his crush.

Anyways, as the exam season was finally over Leo found himself at a party. This one was at a different dorm from his own, but he was excited to see new people. Maybe the cryptid would show up. He hoped so, he would finally find the courage to talk to you or something.

As Leo walked around the party- lights flashing, the music a little too loud for a conversation, and a beverage in hand - he was disappointed to not spot you in the crowd. Piper had already left to be with her own crush and Jason was having fun in another corner of the room. Leo sighed, the music and sadness getting to him as he went outside for some air.

The full moon was out, and Leo took a sip of his drink. Suddenly, he heard sounds coming from the tree line. The bushes rustled and Leo carefully stepped closer. He was about to ask whether there was someone there when a blur shot out of the bushes and into a low-hanging tree. Another bigger blur quickly followed, and when Leo finally gained sight within the moonlight, he saw you petting a cat in a tree.

“What?” Leo said out loud, staring at the sight before him. You were still crouching on the tree stem, the cat slowly sitting down on your knees. Your back was leaning against the bark behind you, as the cat finally accepted your affections. Leo wished to be that cat. Wait- that’s a weird thing to think.

You had frozen in mid pet, but started again when the cat headbutted you, demanding your affection. You were staring at Leo Valdez, in the flesh. He sounded surprised to see you, almost happy. The darkness of the night was enough to make sure you were unable to make out his actual face. You decided to do the best thing you could think of- ignore the situation and keep petting the cat. However, as you saw Leo slowly get out his phone from his pocket, your head shot up. You did not want a picture of this, because it was not the most normal position to be in and you did not need your crush making fun of you. This movement resulted in the cat quickly jumping out of the tree, and you quickly tried to follow, only to see it running inside the dorms.

“Fuck,” was all you said. Leo had forgotten his initial plan because of your sudden movements. You were about to just turn around and be sad about losing the cat, but you were interrupted by Leo.

“Why don’t you follow it inside?” He asked and you squinted at him.

“I wasn’t invited to the party.” You shrugged, looking at Leo as he cocked his head.

“I was, we can get your cat out together if you want.” He suggested and you considered it for a second before nodding. You grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the dormhouse. Leo struggled for a second to get his footing, as he kept staring at your hands. He smiled dumbly, liking this feeling of your hand in his. He felt happiness in his chest as he realized he had talked to you- was having a conversation with you to some extent.

As the two of you entered the building, Leo wanted to get you to his friends- proof you exist. However, you seemingly had other plans.

“I go left, you right. Be back in 20 with or without a cat. Good luck, detective.” You let go of his hand, on your mission of finding the cat. Leo smiled as he started looking too, stumbling upon Jason in the progress.

“They are at the party!” He yelled into his friend's ear. Jason looked at him confused.

“Who?” He yelled back.

“The cryptid!” Leo responded.

“Cool! Where are they? What’s their name?” Jason looked at Leo, as Leo’s face changed into one of realization.

“Fuck! I don’t know! I will be back! Tell me if you see a cat!” Leo started moving through the crowd, trying his best to spot you. You hadn’t disappeared on him, right? He passed an empty room when movement caught his eye. As he looked inside, he saw you with four cats all cuddling you. Leo slowly made his way into the room.

“I see you’ve found some cats!” He yelled over the music, and you looked at him surprised, before a smile filled your face as you nodded excitedly. Leo sat down next to you, keeping a little distance between the two of you. Your shoulders brushed as he leaned back, letting one of the cats climb on his lap. He started petting the cat, as he looked at you, being fully captivated by the cats.

Leo wanted to talk to you, but you seemed so content with your activity and he dared not interrupt this time you had. He just wished to be able to scooch a little closer, to know your name, to be able to open his mouth a tell you how good he thinks you looked like this. His courage once again failed him. He figured that in a bit, if you stood up, he could strike a conversation.

An alarm sound rang from your watch, and you looked at it in shock.

“I have to go, thank you for the cats, detective,” Is all you said as you put the two cats that were on your lap on Leo’s.

“Wait- Let me!” But you made a run for it, “Shit!” Leo exclaimed. Why did you have to leave? He looked at the cat in his lap, who purred against his chest. Leo pouted as he pets the cat.

“Your campus cryptid was a cat?” Jason walked into the room. Leo shook his head.

“They just left.” Was all he said. Jason sat down next to him.

“Did you get their name?” He asked and Leo once again shook his head. Jason looked at his friend worried. “You alright, buddy?” Leo leaned against Jason’s arm.

“I just- I couldn’t get myself to talk! They seemed so happy with the cats and-“ Leo yelled a little, “Jason, I am in deep shit and I don’t know how it happened.”

Jason smiled as he petted Leo on the head. “It happens sometimes, Leo. You better catch your cryptid before you regret it.” Leo nodded, still petting the cats on his lap. Unbeknownst to Leo, Jason had spotted you on your way out and he knew exactly who you were.

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This morning during your lecture you had been approached by Jason Grace. You had worked together with him on projects once or twice, but you never took the energy to become good friends with him. He was just a guy you sat next to sometimes, however today he seemed to be in a chatty spirit.

“So, you know Leo?” He side eyed you and you nodded, opening your laptop to take notes, “He has been obsessing over this ‘campus cryptid’ as he calls it.” Jason tried to gauge your reaction, however it was nine in the morning, so there was little emotion on your face except from ‘tired’, “And I think that you might be this cryptic crush he has.” That woke you up.

“Me?” You gave Jason your full attention, “Cryptid?”

“That is what you focus on?” Jason laughed, “You should talk to Leo, I fear he cannot approach you even if it was life or death, (Y/n).” You shook your head.

“I do not think I should approach someone who calls me a cryptid, Jason. Besides, I also do not think Leo can physically have a crush on me.” Jason looked at you, begging you with his eyes.

“Look, he probably just wants to find the cats we petted or something-” You sighed, “Okay, I won’t run away from him next time I see him.” Jason nodded approvingly.

“You were running away?” He smiled and you looked at him tired of the conversation.

“Shut up, Grace.”

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You were not looking forward to having to confront Leo, but you promised Jason and perhaps you would actually become friends with him. You had liked hanging out with him last weekend, petting the cats. You just hoped that Leo did not actually think you were weird enough to be a cryptid. You had already figured out your plan- you found a book on cryptozoology in the library and put in some paper with your name and number on it. That would be funny, right?

Anyways, the book was to your side as you worked your way through various papers you had to read for next class. You were so consumed in your work that you had not noticed Leo grabbing his phone, not so subtly pointing it your way, and taking a picture of you. However, Leo had kept the flash on, and you did notice that. Your head shot up and you looked straight at him, staring into his eyes. Unblinking you watched as he stumbled on his words, quickly putting away his phone.

“Sorry!” Leo exclaimed, putting his hands up and he quickly turned. You blinked twice quickly and realized you messed up. Maybe this was slightly cryptic.

Leo on the other hand was panicking. He messed up massively, how could he ever approach you now? You just caught him taking a sneak picture of you like some fucking creep. He cursed himself for messing up this badly. He should just, run away, change his name and never set foot on campus again. Yeah, that seems like a good one.

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The next time Leo saw you was the next day, right outside of the dorms. You were just standing there looking at your phone. The sun had set, and Leo had stayed behind in the library to work on his essays. Leo had wanted to apologize for taking the picture, and maybe he had also thought you would have been there because he knew he had seen you there yesterday. He was disappointed that you weren’t there, but he sat down and kept working on his essays until it was well past dinner time.

However, now you were standing underneath the same tree where he first spotted you, and before Leo’s brain could put anything in, his legs had carried him towards you.

“Look, I want to apol-,” Leo started but you quickly cut him of with an abrupt hand movement.

“Wait!” You took three steps back, “Here!” you finished your sentence, and you ran towards your dorm. You quickly grabbed the cryptozoology book from your bag and ran back. Luckily, Leo was still standing there, looking bewildered.

“Uh-,” You alerted Leo of your presence, as you held out the cryptozoology book to him, “Jason said you uuh- were into cryptids and-” You felt your impromptu courage deflate as you started to stumble over your words, “so I found, uh, this book- it’s from the library but you should- look inside!” you finished your sentence, looking uncomfortably at Leo. He hesitantly grabbed the book and was about to put it away when you grabbed the book and made him open it.

Leo looked down at the loose page of white A4 paper, which contained a shitty drawing of what could resemble moth man. Underneath was written ‘CAMPUS CRYPTID a.k.a. (Y/n) (L/n)’ and a phone number.

“This is-” Leo felt a smile on his face, “You?” he laughed. You smiled awkwardly in return.

“Jason told me that you called me the campus cryptid and you know,” you vaguely gestured towards the book, “I thought this would be smooth enough for a cryptid.”

“It’s awesome, I love it,” Leo had almost said ‘you’ but that would be too soon, “Would you maybe get some cryptic coffee with me?” He asked, nervously looking you in the eyes.

“Only if there are cats,” you smiled at him. Leo laughed

“You sure like your fellow cryptids,”

“Pft, whatever, cryptozoologist.”

Happy birthday Danny!

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spanieltower · 7 months

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Made some fanart of Persona 5 with my buddy's OC for her birthday! I promise I do art for things that aren't people's birthdays (and hey if you wanna commission me then 📞 know what I'm sayin?)

This was really fun to draw, I like making Joker and all blank protags a lil fruity. The freckles on Sparky's boy were also fun. The background was fun to get ideas for but a pain to actually draw. I didn't need to do that by the way, I inflict this upon myself.

Idk if you can see the books at the back with the pic quality but I got some books I liked at first for books Ren/Akira might have, and then took from some in-game books and even a fun reference to "the Cake Knight Rises" movie you can see. Then got some books on cooking, parenting and the works for something Sojiro might own. Getting a shot of Café Leblanc (which I realised while researching is a reference to Maurice Leblanc, author of the Arséne Lupin books) was difficult. I got some angles from some fan made 3d models online.

#persona 5 #persona #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #joker persona 5 #original character #oc #morgana p5 #morgana persona 5 #art #drawing #my art

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dojae-huh · 7 months

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I have mixed feelings about the hard versions of Fact Check album. The presentation doesn't help to persuade to buy, really.

The order the versions were uploaded on X was confusing. The Storage version that is meant to be the main one was shown last.

Storage ver. seems to be silver. If it will have embedded cover, then it should look good. On the other hand, a flat cover surface would look cheap and boring. Fingers crossed. The photoalbum is yet another compilation of pictures with no effort for layout design. The only saving grace is neos' clothes and make up. The designer picked the worst spreadsheet for the ad, heh. I hope the final print is not as dark as it seems. No play on money, art objects, no peculiar inclusions... another distilled "pretty boys" album. *sobs in Limitless*

Exhibit ver. Making a separate package solely with pocas and posters is a good idea. Fans can buy their bias without needing to throw out a photoalbum. SM gets additional sold albums for the charts. Most will buy Storage/Chandeliar+bias Exhibit. I think it's the first album/photoshoot version among all 127 albums where I would buy (having money, which I don't, heh) all the versions because everyone looks good. What a difference a proper concept makes, huh. All the clothes and the styling is impecable. I also like that eventhough neos portray rich Auctioners/Art buyers, there is still that Circus feeling present. It connects to Chandeliar. The small black and white icons in the left bottom corner of the posters were also selected well.

This! The matching flowers, the poses, the characteristic hairdos. I'm in love.

5. Chandeliar ver. Looks very plain. But has 128 pages. If the photoshoot is nice and the print is good quality, than it should be OK. The blur on the pictures looks promising. It gives the mysterious/otherwordly feel to pictures. I like the sticker set. Bare minimum, but cute.

6. QR ver. I don't know what to think about Taeil's absence. It's not the main album version. Still, personally, I'd prefer the animation version of Taeil over the lack of him. He is going into the military soon. It's his last album for some time. Even if most of his fans won't buy such a version, the inclusion would count, the unit complete. Also. This version is very simplistic, and Taeil's character was dressed in a simple suit. It was possible to come to his house, put him in a suit and take a few close up shots. If he thought of coming to the Seoul concert, he was not bed-ridden. Another way: take some old pics of him, draw clothes like in the animation on top.

7. QR ver. is called Nemo ver. in the ad. Should I consider it as "fact check" esster egg or blame stuff's forgetfulness? Heh. There is also a missed space after a comma in the copyright words in this version.

In conclusion: definitely better than Ay-Yo. A well defined concept thanks to the clothes, fresh looks. However, the hard albums themselves remain very simplistic, unimaginative. There is little play on the concept, which actually gives a lot of room for creativity. No decorative elements, no inclusions, no mysteries. There is no additional effort really. The selling point is still "pretty boys".

#cherries in the sky high #neo deities

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rextasywrites · 1 year

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Silver Elite - a Zack and Sephiroth drabble

i wrote this for my lads in the First Class Longue and they were able to watch me write and scream along with my ideas :D pls enjoy!

Warnings: implied Zerith,but thats it. otherwise just fluff

“Silver Elite”

Good morning everyone!

We are happy to announce that starting today, the best Sephiroth fanclub in the whole world has a forum now too!

The new forum will have more space for various discussions, threads and also off-topic talk (now Brenda won’t have to spam us with her burnt dinner pics again!).

Everyone who is an active member of Silver Elite already has an account made for them on the forum.

Just use your log in data from the Silver Elite to join the forum!

See you there!

Zack smiled as he turned off his phone, proud of yet another successful day for the fanclub. While he wasn’t the highest ranking member, some of the other members there had taken a liking in him and suddenly he was responsible for new ideas and merch and Gaia knows what else. From plushies to stickers to the idea for the new forum…Zack the Puppy had all the great ideas!

Of course, nobody knew it was him. Nobody knew who the user ‘Gongaga11thDecember” was. Well, one user found out pretty quickly who was behind this stranger user name, but Zack never found out who was behind the name “Lesnuk”. Probably some weirdo who buys perfume smelling like Sephiroth’s sweat. But to be Fair - Zack had made a fortune out of ‘washing’ Sephiroth’s training clothes, actually pressing them out and selling the little pints of sweat.

Later that day.

“Zack? Are you in here?”, Sephiroth knocked against the door of Zack’s room, waiting for the puppy to jump out of his blanket burrito at the mere sound of Seph’s voice…but for whatever reason there was no jumping and no movement and nothing coming out of Zack’s room. Sephiroth sighed and opened the unlocked door - great, Zack had forgotten to lock his door again. Last time this happened, Genesis had summoned five Cactuar in there and Angeal spent two hours pulling thorns out of Zack after the puppy had jumped on his bed…with the Cactuar hiding under the blanket.

Sephiroth stepped inside, scanning the room for any kind of information of where Zack could be. Something that caught his eye - Zack had forgotten his phone. He went over and picked it up as it was unlocked and he started to look around it. New messages from Aerith, Aerith, Aerith…oh, the boy was on a date! Of course he had forgotten everything, that’s what happens when someone is in love - or at least that was what Sephiroth was told.

Some more unread messages from Angeal and Genesis, all messages from Seph were read…but what was this weird notification in the bottom corner? Seph clicked on it out of pure curiosity and was greeted with…a forum? “Silver Elite Forum”? What the hell?

“Fair, what are you doing this time?”, Sephiroth muttered as he started to look around this very forum. It was all about himself - questions and conspiracies about his ‘childhood’, first-hand experiences from fans who had met him and more. Nothing out of the ordinary, at least for his fanclub. Sephiroth had to chuckle at the memory of Genesis’ fanclub hoarding the backdoor of a theater one time upon hearing that Genesis would make a guest appearance on this very evening. Gen had promised to be home by 10pm but barely made it back alive in one piece at 5am. Angeal and Sephiroth had stayed up all night waiting for their friend and roasted him without mercy once he stepped into their shared living space. Even his coat was slightly ripped.

A different notification ripped Sephiroth out of his thoughts. Zack had gotten a message on the fo- Zack was a member of his fanclub?! NOW Sephiroth was even more curious, the feeling of curiosity being so enjoyable to him. Since he couldn’t help himself, Seph opened the message and started to read.

“Hey Gongaga11thDecember! Thanks for the heads up! I won’t go to the Cactuar Tacos then. See, they used to be so much higher in quality back in the day, but now after Wutai has closed all trade routes, we have to get the meat from the south and it is not as good as the one we got from Wutai. Good to hear you are on a date with your girlie today! I think I saw her selling flowers on the Sector 8 plate not too long ago! Would have bought some off her, but I had to catch the train back home.

I do have a question, you seem to know Sephiroth pretty well…or at least you are good at bullshitting around LOL! How did you get to meet him? While I adore him and his loyalty and passion and his damn great hair…he seems so off-standing sometimes. You get what I mean? As if the social clues ricochet right off him. I am just…worried sometimes. Does he have enough friends? A support system? Someone who gives him a hug when he is upset? Someone who brings him some junk food when he has an off day?

I hope he does!

Anyway, I gotta head out now, gotta visit my parents back in Mideel! Can’t wait to spend a few days out of the city! See you around when I have an internet connection again!

-RO”

Sephiroth couldn’t help but chuckle at the passion displayed by his fans. He placed Zack’s phone back down, deciding to just chill in Zack’s room until the puppy would return from his date. Zack’s bed, for a reason still unknown to Seph, has always been ways more comfortable than his own and a quick nap wouldn’t hurt anyone, especially not the greatest SOLDIER in the world. But…upon laying down, Sephiroth noticed something. Muffin, Zack’s stuffed animal and biggest supporter during various crises ranging from a broken heart to a mismatched food delivery, wasn’t alone in Zack’s bed. There was another stuffie next to Muffin. A stuffie with white hair and a black coat and a swo-

Ah?

“Oh Zack…”, Sephiroth, once again, couldn’t help but smile. It was a plushie made to look like himself. The stitches were amateurish, the colours didn’t match 100%, but it was made with love. Love and friendship and everything in between. Seph held the plushie up, looking at it from all angles. Would the fanclub make plushies of him? That’d be so weird…but an interesting way to show their support towards him too.

“Hey Sephiroth! When you are done playing with yourself, do you want some Fat Chocobo burgers too? I even got you some curly fries!”

Having completely shut off everything around him, Sephiroth hadn’t noticed that Zack had returned to his room. Seph sat up on the bed, his eyes on Zack as he pulled Mini Seph into his lap. “Did you make this plushie?” Only after asking this question and getting a better look at Zack, Sephiroth noticed that Zack was bright red in the face. Oh oh, caught red headed!

“...yeah. The fanclub asked if someone could try out a design and I had some spare time.” “It looks good, Zack. Well done.” “Oh?”

But before Zack could say anything more, Sephiroth pulled him into a tight hug. A bone crushing hug. Something so unusual from Seph, who had learnt this behavior from Zack, who, in return, couldn’t be happier. The man from Gongaga hugged back, of course, tightly enough to match Sephiroth’s enormous strength.

“I never realized our friendship meant so much to you, Zack. Thank you. Oh, by the way, what’s this thing on your neck?”

“...I had an accident with a vacuum, Seph.”

“A vacuum? Now that’s something you gotta explain to me!”

“Ugh.”

#sephiroph #zack fair #zackseph #Final Fantasy #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii

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feltpool · 3 years

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Chekov’s Gun

“a dramatic principle that states that every element in a story must be necessary, and irrelevant elements should be removed. Elements should not appear to make "false promises" by never coming into play.

It is derived from the idea that if a gun is placed in a scene it must at some point be used.”

And this is the element I’m looking at in today’s episode of ‘looking at the Bad Batch’s in far more detail than is probably good for me’:

Which does actually feature a gun (well, 2 specific guns, but more on that later)

Spectrewren on twitter posted this slightly cropped, forward facing version of the image from the frame Omega finds in Hunter’s trunk sometime in early September but I’ve been busy and am only just getting around to taking a really good look at it.

Everyone watching the show has looked at this pic, noted that Tech isn’t wearing goggles, noted that Echo is in the pic so it can’t be that old, and moved on.

But I have questions...

The first of which being - is this even a photograph, or is it a video on pause?

Because those fine, light, horizontal lines look a lot like the interference you’d often get onscreen in the days of VHS when you paused the tape.

The scene doesn’t linger on the frame. Omega only holds it long enough for us to see the boys image on the screen before cutting to her smiling slightly. Not really long enough for us to wonder if it was a picture frame or a media player.

But it being a low quality recording on pause could also account for some of the visual distortion in the image, maybe not all of it, but enough to obscure many of the details.

There’s nothing immediately remarkable about Wrecker or Hunter in the pic. They’re both standing in poses we’ve seen them adopt before. Wrecker with his hands together, Hunter in his ‘hands on hips, but make it manly’ pose.

But the others are a different matter entirely.

Why no Goggles, Tech?

We have no evidence that Tech records anything visually, let alone using his goggles to do so, so why no goggles in the image?

It’s possible that he could use his helmet visor to take a picture.

But if he used his helmet then where are his goggles?

And if he's using his goggles where is his helmet?

For that matter, where are all of their helmets?

Usually when we see them take them off they tuck them under their arms, they keep them close. So why don’t they have them here?

That clearly isn't Kamino, but wherever they are they must have felt pretty damn confident that it was safe to walk around without their helmets on because we don’t often see them take their helmets off outside of the Marauder or a building of some sort.

Yet there they are. Standing about with full and clear views of all of their faces.

But is there more to it than that? Because the other options here are that they didn’t take the picture/video themselves. That they didn’t have any choice in it.

That they didn’t know they were being recorded.

At a glance they all look posed. But look again and you can see that no one is smiling. Not so unusual for Crosshair and Hunter, maybe. But Wrecker? Would he not smile if he was posing for a picture? His face looks pretty grim when you really look at him. Frankly, none of them look at all like they’re happy to be there.

And the posing is off too.

Tech never takes centre stage, that’s Hunter’s position. Tech’s always lurking at the back of the group. So why is he crouching in the middle of the group here looking like someone kicked his tooka?

Because when you come to look at it more fully they don’t look like a group of people posing for a photograph, they look like a group of people who just realised there’s a camera there that they didn’t spot previously.

And Tech has pushed his way forwards to take a closer look.

The only time I can recall seeing Wrecker standing with his hands like that is when he’s preparing for violence. It’s his threatening stance. So why? What is it that they’re looking at which is in turn recording them?

Does that image come from a helmet recording, a bodycam? Whatever it is it’s pretty low down for Tech to have to crouch like that to be on an even level with it.

BUT, if they didn’t record this, how come Hunter has a copy?

Where did it come from? How did he get it? Was it waiting for him when they returned to Kamino? Do the others know he has it?

And, importantly, when do we get to see either the rest of the video, or a flashback to the events leading up to this image being recorded?

Ok, let’s look at the other details

Echo is with the team and wearing his Bad Batch armour, not the armour he was wearing on Anaxes at the end of the Clone Wars arc. So the image had to have been captured at some point between him leaving with the Batch and TBB Ep 1.

Echo looks shorter than Hunter here, but we know that he isn’t. So he’s standing far enough back that it makes him look like he is. Why is that?

Is he just walking up to where the rest of the group are standing? Approaching from behind?

And what’s with the scomp?

Because if you look at him carefully it looks like his flesh arm is hanging by his side, but his scomp arm is clearly sticking out and disappearing behind Wrecker.

So he’s either touching Wrecker’s butt with his scomp, or it’s resting on something behind Wrecker.

Some sort of upright object that we can’t see because it’s hidden behind Wrecker’s meaty leg and bulky armour.

It's a very odd pose to adopt if that arm isn't resting on something, and I doubt the answer actually is Wrecker's butt, so what's happening there?

What about Crosshair?

He’s the only one not looking at the camera.

He’s looking to the right of the image and at a more upwards angle than anyone else, keeping watch as always.

Everyone else is looking at the camera, heads angled downwards, but Crosshair is turned away from the group, rifle in hand. Looking ready to go at the first sign of trouble, but not in a way that suggests any imminent threat.

That pic can't be that old because it has Echo in it.

So why is it in an old and shitty display frame?

Or is it? At first glance the poor image quality invites the assumption that it is, but maybe it’s just that the recording itself is of poor quality.

Because when we see look at the frame in Omega’s hands it looks to be in good condition. Possibly even brand new. And is that a camera on the top right edge?

(I lightened the image to show the frame better, yes I am aware of how awful it makes the ‘photo’ look)

We see Omega fire it up and the image breaks up a little before clearing again.

But the interference could simply be a little static from the startup process. At no point does the image breaking up affect the placement of the ‘pause’ lines across the image, it only interrupts our view of them for a moment. They never move about.

It’s only implied that it’s a crappy old picture because of the breaking up and overall low quality of the picture.

But why?

Is there any reason for it other than we, the audience, aren’t supposed to want to look too closely at the picture, or to consider that something might be off about it before they’re ready to make a big reveal about it on the show.

And a nice clear image would give far too much away?

But what can we see?

It looks like they're standing on grass under a blue sky with clouds.

But that isn’t right. Grass, probably, but the sky is far too dark in the centre for it to be daytime. And the brightness of the light in the background looks (to me) a lot like floodlights shining out in a cloudy, or smoke filled, night sky.

There's something light coloured and low slung which looks like it’s probably a speeder in the background visible between Cross and Wrecker. Big enough to be their transport in and out of there.

Is that a building in the background to the right of Hunter, and if so are we looking at housing or some sort of warehouse or storage facility?

It's deliberately distorted and unclear.

Crosshair has two 773 Firepuncher rifles (see, I said I’d get to the actual guns.)

One is broken down and is attached to his pack in the same way we saw it in Ep 16 when Hunter takes it with him.

We can see the two barrel sections sticking up behind his head and the modified stock hanging down from his pack in the space between the base of the pack and the curve of his butt/hip holster.

The other is the one he’s holding, which possibly has the drum attachment we saw him use in Ep 1 to join the Separatist tanks together on it. It could be something else, it’s really hard to tell since it’s in the shadow his body throws from the backlighting.

So… just how many custom rifles does he have, and where’s that second one now?

Is it in the gun kit box on board the Marauder, or does he have it stashed away somewhere else?

Some secondary location he could still retrieve it from.

A very literal Chekov's gun. Because you can’t tell me the writer’s wouldn’t totally and absolutely sneak a peek of a 2nd rifle into the opening episode precisely so they can highlight this specific writing principle and have it stashed away to refer to later.

Anyway, what else?

To the left of Crosshair is what looks like a wing tip of some sort of ship.

Which, when we see the image on the show is conveniently obscured by Omega’s thumb. And in Spectrewren’s full on picture is mostly cropped out because that image isn’t as wide as the screen Omega is looking at.

However, it looks like it could be a wing tip with what looks like an anti-collision light on the end of it.

It’s the wrong sort of angle to be the Marauder, so who’s ship is it?

Who else was there?

And the very badly outlined item in the pink box.

Is that a foot?

Is there a corpse lingering on the edge of the shot here?

The distortion makes it hard to make out, but is that the body of someone either getting out of, or trying to get into that ship, when they were taken down? A contact who was intercepted as they disembarked?

Is this picture/video blackmail?

Is that why Hunter has it? Because it was sent to him to make sure he knows that someone else knows what happened at that time and place?

It’d be damn hard to deny when you can see their faces so very clearly.

A 'I have proof that you were here when this thing happened and I'll use it to have you decommissioned if you try anything. Understand?' sort of thing.

Have they been set up, or are they living up to the Bad in their self given name?

And maybe Hunter thinks they're safe from that now. That now they're no longer bound by the GAR, or by the Republic or the Kaminoans, that they can go off and do whatever they want to.

But Cid knows something. She keeps hinting about just how good at keeping their secrets she can be.

As long as they’re good little boys.

And she only ever says this in front of Hunter, only ever in the back room where it’s just him and her. So… what is she holding over him? And is it anything to do with this?

And I say him, and not them, because not only is he team leader, but is it just me, or does Hunter have blood on him here?

There's a couple of marks which look like they could just be blips in the image, the marks around the top and bottom curving edges of the light section of his chestplate.

But the highlighted marks on the right look a lot like he has blood smeared on his armour.

(Obviously it could be oil or dirt or something else. But it might not be. It does appear to have a reddish tone)

We've seen him shoot people before, but we've never seen him using that knife on anyone (6+ age rating). Only on droids. But it doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t, or hasn’t previously

And if he did do that here we have no clue if it’d have been in defense or attack.

And we won't find out WTF is going on there until we get a flashback to the time when that image was taken, or when someone finds the frame and presses play.

So where is the frame now?

Did Crosshair have it in his backpack? Was it found when their barracks was being cleared out by the shock troopers and it’s currently safe in Rampart’s office? Is it at the bottom of the Kaminoan oceans?

Is there only the one copy?

Only time will tell.

#tbb #that photo #crosshair #wrecker #tech #echo #hunter #long post #analysis #speculation

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nightfury-2001 · 3 years

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ALRIGHT HERE IT IS THE POST YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR

So in one of the DVD bonus features for THW, there’s a brief clip where parts of an outline of a much earlier draft of the film are visible in the background. Someone on Twitter a year or so ago discovered this and pieced together what they were able to read, however the other day I and a couple of others were able to make out more of it (INCLUDING THE ENDING) thanks to higher quality pics!

Here’s what we managed to put together and some images for proof:

ACT II (?)

-ach(?). At ----------------- request, Valka drops him off -------------- and returns to Astrid and Toothless, hiding safely in the thick fog. All is quiet.

Flashback #5: Hiccup, (11), is ridiculed and ostracized by the village kids. He promises to make them regret it when he's chief. Stoick pulls him aside and tells him that a good chief makes the selfless choice, even when he knows it will hurt.

Hiccup breaks the silence, announcing that he's alone, and that he wants to negotiate peace(?). Eret tries to warn Hiccup that Drago is(?) after him, not Toothless. Drago appears, confirming that Toothless may be the alpha, but(?) he'll do anything for Hiccup. Drago lays -o(?) Hiccup's bad leg, forcing him to cry out in pain.

Back in the fog, Astrid struggles to stop Toothless from responding to Hiccup's cries. Despite her best efforts, Toothless crashes to the beach. Drago's men descend upon him and drag him to the caldera, where the Scrambler has the dragons subdued. In passing, Toothless communicates with the Bewilderbeast. It nods in understanding.

With Hiccup as Drago's hostage, Toothless commands the dragons to yield. Drago's plan has worked. The world's dragons are finally his, and with them, he will be unstoppable.

ACT III

But the surrender is only a distraction. Toothless calls upon the Bewilderbeast ------ over the exits, sealing the soldiers w(?)------ with the dragons. The trap is revers------ men can't escape. The Gang disable ------ Scrambler, allowing the dragons to ---- panicked army. Hiccup seizes the(?) ------ break free of Drago.

????????????????????

Flashback #6: Hiccup (15). Stoick beams, surrounded by Vikings and dragons, now living in harmony (end of D1). "Turns out all we needed was a little more of this." Hiccup smiles. "You just gestured to all of me."

---- what must be done. With(?) tears in his eyes, ---------- tail from Toothless' saddle and ----------------- to(?) lead the dragons to the (Hidden World I'm assuming) ------------

Over vignettes of Toothless leading the dragons to the Hidden World (where he's greeted by Stormfly & a flock of other Night Furies), New Berk is built up, surpassing Old Berk's former glory. A statue of Toothless with his wings spread over Stoick is erected in the main plaza. Hiccup, the selfless chief, stands upon a cliff flanked by Astrid, Valka, and the others. "There were dragons when I was a boy..." The dragons have become legend, but the promise that they may one day return lives on.

So yeah. Basically we were robbed lmao

(Special thanks to @chrysanim, @nos-talgics, and everyone else on Discord who helped!)

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inhumanescreeching · 3 years

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lowqual screencap for lowqual writing ✌🏽 jjk spoilers- chapter 65 and onwards

polyam sashisu my beloveds

sashisu headcanons

random headcanons about the sss trio in high school. unorthodox and simple domestic stuff because they're high schoolers, give them a break

relationship(s): satoru gojo/shoko ieiri/suguru geto. satoru gojo/shoko ieiri. shoko ieiri/suguru geto. satoru gojo/suguru geto. satoru gojo & shoko ieiri & suguru geto

tags: poly. fluff. crack. fix-it (of sorts). canon divergence. modern setting. coming of age. high school

type: headcanons

- satosugu take shoko out every time they come back from a mission, and she scolds them every time they have so much as a bruise on their person

- suguru once drove them to the country side to pick fruits and experience farming. shoko and satoru did not like that, but the meals suguru cooked in the following week tasted better than anything

- satoru got a call from shoko one day saying she's correctly diagnosed a patient-in-waiting when she stopped by a hospital. suguru, beside satoru, had laughed at the timing

- satoru has definitely crashed a car. if not multiple. insurance companies both love and hate him

- shoko can't cook for shit, she's accepted her fate. satoru also cannot cook for shit, but unlike shoko he's actually trying. it's a 50-50 on if he gets roasted or pity-critiqued

- suguru has the most versatile closet. satoshoko always steal clothes from him, and he really doesn't mind (he rlly likes it actually lol)

- contrary to popular belief, shoko is actually the aggressor to a lot of shit. she's confident she can come out unscathed in fights thanks to rct. she uses her scary dogs (satosugu) privilege to get her way

- satoru asks for cuddles every day. even in the summer, he'd ask for skinship every damn hour. sugushoko give in, ofc, but not wo complaining abt the heat

- suguru can't swim, he just looks like he can because he's tall enough to reach the floor on pools. shoko can outswim him any day. satoru hates the water bc it means he needs to turn off infinity to enjoy it

- shoko is afraid of heights, but she still rode the ferris wheel that time they went to a carnival. for her boys, yk, and for the memories

- they've dressed up as the heathers for Halloween. satoru wanted to be chandler but shoko pushed her vote to suguru instead (for foreshadowing reasons ofc). she went as duke, and satoru ended up as mcnamara they bullied nanami to be their veronica lmao

- shoko definitely failed a class not because she couldn't understand but because she was feeling lazy. they cheated the system so she could graduate yeah they were those kids, change my mind

- suguru has dragged satoshoko to a patd concert before. when asked why he likes them, he'd just say their songs were neat

- footnote to that ^ they have insanely different music tastes and the battle for the aux is always bloody, no "relationship" is considered when a four hour trip is on the line

- satoru has dyed his hair already what with his natural color being so easy to cover. sugushoko went along with this. that's why their jujutsu high grad pics were pretty . vibrant (they went w the bi flag colors lmao)

- sss trio in pride parades are chaotic. satosugu get, not necessarily wild, but loud. so damn loud. shoko too, but she's mainly just looking over fondly while talking to others. "my idiots" she says

- they have a designated movie night, comprising of shitty romcoms, even shittier lowbudget horror movies, cracked commentary and cuddles

- suguru pierced his own ears, and is very knowledgeable on piercings in general. he gave shoko the high lobe piercings she used to jam-pack with moon/star earrings but they healed overtime lol

- satoru always takes them to some remote getaway resort during vacation breaks. he's sure to spoil his lovers with quality food and service. sugushoko let him because wow is it nice to be pampered from time to time

- nanami grew with satoru's bullshit, shoko's nagging and suguru's indulging esp after haibara. the three did not want him to feel lonely, so they tried their best to help him

- yaga is the reason why they're all together (like satoru to itafushikugi) and to this day, he claims it's still one of his biggest regrets in his career (he means it affectionately dw)

- they always go to shrines when the occasion calls for it (due to suguru's insistence and satoshoko's dread). every damn time they bow, or wish, it's always "protect them" in their mind

- oh and those little lock things on That Tower? yeah they've done that. satoru paid for the whole trip ofc, but what sugushoko didn't know is he'd alr put one lock before they got there. "i promise to protect them" is the lock satoru placed in secret

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri #ieiri shoko #suguru geto #geto suguru #sashisu #satosugu #sugusato #satoshoko #shokosato #sugushoko #shokosugu #my writing #headcanons

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WARNING: This post will ruin you. Like Medusa; look at your peril.

But here is is. It’s the one you’ve all been waiting for.

Kirk bod appreciation #7: The RIDICULOUSLY BEAUTIFUL FACE. A highly technical and academic review.

This is a rather nebulous one. And not, on the face of it (pardon the pun) very philosophical, as it’s essentially about Kirk being stupidly pretty. This post probably will (it will) descend into just screaming and sobbing, but there will be, I promise, *some* meaningful insight into the meaning of ‘beauty’ and textual analysis of its role herein.

Beauty is subjective. But look at him. It’s not just being aesthetic, but it’s the *way* he’s aesthetic. Here I might repeat myself a bit, but stay with me. I may have mentioned before once hearing him described as ‘beautiful in the way women are often described as beautiful’. He is PRETTY. He is indeed often conveyed in the way the women stereotypically (not necessarily rightly) are on screen: perfect, smooth skin; soft, big eyes; luscious lips (his body is sensually curvaceous and furthermore it’s emphasised). He’s not androgynous though. He’s masculine. And yet I still sense what was meant in describing him as ‘beautiful in the way women are often described as beautiful’. He is a rather uncommon form of gender fuckery. He is a form of stereotype-subversion not commonly acknowledged. He seems to be everything at once, ALL THE GENDER; combines whichever traits he desires from those categories, and yet is undeniably a man and masculine whatever the ingredients. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE, one might wonder. The fact of the matter is, that it IS. And it teaches us something.

The FUCK. nO. You are not allowed to be that pretty, and you are NOT allowed to look at her like that. We’re trying to have a SENSIBLE DISCUSSION here.

Sorry, that was a non-sequitur / nothing to do with what we learn by Kirk’s embodiment; I was just ambushed by my own gif. Only the control of a Vulcan. ONLY that could possibly withstand this onslaught. And even that won’t hold up forever AS WE WELL KNOW

God.

This is going well, as you can tell.

OK. So, it’s claimed he has Eyes and Stupidly Long Weakness-Inducing Eyelashes. You know, from all that fanfic that goes on about ‘big, sparkling eyes’ and him fanning his ‘long, copper eyelashes’. I mean, yeah right, tropey mc tropeface -

IT’S TRUE. HE IS LITERALLY AN ANIME PRINCESS.

There are some moments where he just BLINKS and, how to describe it...how does a BLINK have that effect. It’s NOT ALLOWED.

...I’m sorry. It IS allowed. All of it. I am not shaming you your beauty. Never change, Jim. Never.

OK. I’m ok. 3 pics down, we can get through this -

Oh you are joking. Stop.

I don’t understand how anyone can be so beautiful. Life is a lie. Reality is fake -

- you did NOT just turn your big anime eyes on Spock. You do know this is why he ran away to PURGE ALL HIS EMOTIONS?

And for that matter, you know when Kirk looks his most beautiful? Literally WHEN HE’S LOOKING AT SPOCK. Spock talks some bollocks and Kirk just sparkles like a fucking angel:

Unbelievable. But utterly undeniable.

Sigh. Moving on.

Oh - someone once suggested I talk about The Lips. Lips are so wonderful aren’t they. So many wonderful things they can do.

And Kirk’s. They’re there in every picture: perfect, rosy, soft and madness-inducing. My advice is just...don’t think about them. But since I’ve been asked to draw attention to them, well, you’ve just sealed your fate. Scroll down at your peril.

I WARNED YOU.

I am pulling NO punches.

I’ve seen this great meme going around:

Excuse me though....CUTE?

That’s the understatement of the 23rd century.

Try impossibly beautiful, mind and body: heart of solid gold, soul deep in love with you. Those eyes and all their passion burned into your memories a thousand times over, along with - maybe, suggestibly, idk I’m extrapolating from all the goddamn tension - even the one unforgettable time he laid between lily-white sheets and gave himself to you; every gift of the mind, body and soul - and your ostensibly-forced Vulcan conditioning, that completely ignored how incompatible one part of you was with it, caused so much dissonance that you thought the only possible course of action for you both to survive was to BREAK UP, tear yourself from this beauty and love and sweetness to PURGE ALL EMOTIONS because nothing, nothing equipped you for this; you were set up specifically to fail, and fail hard in the face of transcendental love and beauty by those who rejected such things and didn’t understand you and could never imagine this for you and who instead of helping your beautiful neurodivergent brain flourish taught you to repress and caused you pain and shame and Gol was so hard and Kirk was so sad, so very sad and depressed and hurt and yet he couldn’t stop loving you with a bond so strong he called to you across the stars and Gol was all for naught yet you still didn’t know how to live like this, it was torture, torture until the mind meld with the living machine flashed your BIOS and you knew, love.exe was suddenly running with no errors and he came after you and held you and you held hands and, and -

*sobbing*

just...give me a moment

YOU WONDER WHAT THE SUBTEXT (FRIKKIN’ MAIN TEXT) OF STAR TREK: THE MOTION PICTURE WAS ALL ABOUT???

The pain?? The angst?? The two logical entities seeking contact, love, THIS SIMPLE FEELING? That fucking moment when spock walks on the bridge and the only way he can control himself is to be SUPER Vulcan, while his love gazes at him with those EYES, fucking huge and glittering and hurt and loving?? Is it so much a mystery what memories these two are carrying, what’s behind the searing tension???????

Love him. Love him Spock. Take him in your arms and love him. He’s for you. All for you. Fucking hell guys. The fuck. This movie.

ok.

ok I can do this

CAN U NOT

those damn eyes I swear

It’s obviously not all just superficial physical beauty. What IS beauty? Narratively we do sometimes find this ‘prettiness’ enhanced and emphasized like the old vaseline lens to set the tone of a scene (he’s vulnerable and delicate, or someone’s indeed in love with him so we see their ‘lens’ on him); but it is somewhat intangible and nebulous and changeable. I don’t think aesthetic beauty, if one deems it so, on its own, would be enough for the likes of Spock (indeed, no woman could charm him thusly); it's about something deeper. It’s about who he is. Who he is inside: the beautiful AND the imperfect. How his good and bad - how his ‘all’ - chimes with Spock’s 'all’. The Enemy Within deals with this, and shows how Spock loves all of Kirk, wants him complete, with both his light and shadow. The beauty of all of us is this totality and variance, not one intangible quality.

I’ll bet Spock’s parents knew immediately. Can you imagine Sarek trying to be a total bitch over Kirk, having heard the rumours and just wanting to have one more thing to reject Spock over, immediately projecting onto Kirk as some blow-up pretty-boy and how Incredibly More Disappointing My Son Is for being Obviously In Love With Stupid Illogical Human Doll Face Bubble Butt Bimbo Captain, and Amanda’s like, stfu, let me remind you Kirk is actually a Fucking Amazing Highly Decorated Starship Captain who Saves Your Life and don’t you DARE resent him just because he’s got tits/ass/tum/lips that won’t quit and is obviously the freakin’ sun Spock orbits. Mr ‘I married a human but that was special because it was logical’ or some bullshit. How is Kirk an illogical choice? I mean literally, Spock is a Science Genius™ on the federation’s FLAGSHIP whose well-matched Genius Captain™ understands him, accepts him, brings the best out of him, helps him fulfil his whole potential and is in love with him in the deepest and purest way and will be his bonded soulmate for ALL OF TIME and that fucking sour-faced bih at the start of that ep, ffs.

Of course Amanda stays in touch with Kirk, adores the fuck out of him, sends him old Vulcan lit on t’hy’la bonds (yes sarek, a T’HY’LA bond, so revered freakin’ poets write about it) etc because frankly her son could do FAR FUCKING WORSE.

FAR. FUCKING. WORSE.

Don’t...just don’t slip the bod into the equation, the face is enough for one post. We’re all in therapy for this already, let’s not relapse.

Oh, what’s the use. I’m gonna die. This is it. This is like the Monty Python joke that is so funny it kills you. This man is lethal. I need to stop this thread and purge all my emotions

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

That’s it. I’m dead. You’re dead. We’re all dead.

I hope, however, seeing this post was worth it. See you at Gol everyone.

The Forbidden Texts, DO NOT READ:

Kirk bod appreciation #6: The Curves. The Front. The...chest. AND THE AMAZING GREEN WRAP

Kirk bod appreciation #5: The Paws

Kirk bod appreciation #4: The Curves. The Back. Poetry in motion.

Kirk bod appreciation #3: Season 3 (Part 1)

Kirk bod appreciation #2b: The Gluteus Maximus

Kirk bod appreciation #2a: The Gluteus Maximus

Kirk bod appreciation #1: The Tum

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