#which i could fucking deal with if they just said that instead of flat out ignoring me.

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hm.

#eli.txt #i think the reason i feel so shit over The Whole Deal is like. god. i just miss talking to them. #sometimes it felt like they were the only person who cared about what i had to say. they were the easiest person to talk to in my life. #and like. basically overnight. they were so distant for what i thought was no reason. and they did not care about me anymore. #i know they were justified in acting that way and its not like they suddenly hate me and dont care about me but god. #thats what it feels like. thats what it fucking feels like!!!! #i didnt just lose my boyfriend i lost one of my best friends and it fucking sucks. it feels like no one is going to put up with me anymore. #idk i dont feel nearly as comfortable talking to Anyone anymore. because when am i gonna know i made a mistake. #how am i gonna know i made a mistake and they suddenly think i hate them and it leads to something like this. how am i gonna know. #and like!! it looks To Me like their life got so much better without me being an active part of it. and i feel like i have just gotten worse #AND THEY WONT FUCKING TALK TO ME! I KEEP TRYING TO MAKE CONVERSATION AND THEY DONT TALK TO ME! AND LIKE. #I KNOW I FUCKED UP BUT IM FUCKING TRYING TO MAKE UP FOR IT CAN YOU PLEASE JUST LET ME TRY. TALK TO ME. I MISS YOU. #I LOVE YOU. NOT IN THAT SENSE ANYMORE BUT I STILL CARE FOR YOU. YOURE MY FRIEND. FUCKING TALK TO ME. #I KNOW NO AMOUNT OF SAYING IM SORRY CAN FIX IT BUT IM TRYING TO MAKE UP FOR IT. PLEASE JUST DONT IGNORE ME LIKE THAT. #god i just feel like maybe i meant nothing. maybe theyve just already moved on entirely and i was never anything. #maybe im the only one who still hurts. yknow. i dont think they care about me anymore. #which i could fucking deal with if they just said that instead of flat out ignoring me. #god i just feel like shit. what if i keep fucking up the same way what if i lose everyone the same way and in the end im alone. #i would probably deserve it. if i keep messing up this bad maybe i deserve to be alone. #i know thats not true. but i feel really bad right now. im not thinking. #no one is going to put up with me the way they did. they already dont. #god. im so tired. i wish they would fucking talk to me.

[cod-sins]

Heyyyy. I loved ur konig hcs! 💕. Can we get hcs for Ghost/ konig ab what they would do if they’re civilian s/o was getting stalked while they were away and they call them asking what to do ? xx

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.ೃ࿐ Reader: Undisclosed. Established relationship.

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW

.ೃ࿐ Word Count: 1.2k

[A/N: Hey anon thank you so much for requesting this, it was so much fun to write I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. :) Also Ghost is more of a full fic than a headcanon sorrey got carried away. 😋]

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Ghost was stuck in a safehouse somewhere in the deserts of Mexico waiting for his rescue team to come pick him up. He was absolutely done with this mission, having to carry around 30 extra pounds of military gear in the scorching heat just to eliminate a "single fucking target" was no joke. He'd much rather be at home in his flat, throwing something on the telly [lol] and laying around with you. He smiles at that thought.

He checked his watch. 1435 read the time. '3 more hours.' He thought. Three more hours until he arrived back at the base. Three more hours until he makes it to the airport. He glanced up at the ceiling his mind filled with all the things you were gonna say to him, how you would fuss over his injuries and insist on him relaxing in the bath while you cooked for him. He plays out these thoughts in his head until his mind becomes hazy and he begins to fall asleep.

Ghost is a fairly light sleeper so the first time you called he answered immediately.

"Hello?" "Ghost! I'm so sorry I know you said not to call you unless it's an emergency but there's this guy who has been following me around all day and I- "Y/N slow down I can't understand you." He said calmly despite his heart starting to beat faster.

You took a deep breath and resumed. "I was at the grocery store earlier and I noticed this guy who kept following me around. Every single aisle I went down he was there, even after I left the store he kept following me. I don't know what to do he's still waiting for me to leave this building." Your voice trembled as you spoke.

Ghost could feel his blood beginning to boil as you talked. The mere thought of someone trying to harass you or even worse hurt you drove him crazy. He should be there protecting you not waiting around.

"Alright, I want you to listen to me carefully and do exactly as I tell you, do you understand? Do not hang up this phone Y/N. First I want you to tell me where he is and what he's doin'."

You told Ghost the man's location--he was outside across the street pretending to be occupied by a street vendor. He kept glancing at the shop you were hiding in.

"Right listen carefully, I want you to make your way to the closest bank the one we always use. Stay in populated areas where people can see you do not take any shortcuts. Don't go down any alleyways don't give him the opportunity to have you alone. Once you make it to the bank talk to the security guard and tell 'em what's happening. Make sure you point the guy out."

You agree and with a shaky hand you grab your bags and make your way outside. The stalker takes notice of this and begins his pursuit. You hastily make your way to the bank--updating Ghost with every step. As soon as you make it inside you talk to the security guard and tell him your situation. He immediately calls the police which scares the man off while they escort you back home in a police car.

As soon as this whole ordeal is over Ghost forces you to take self-defense classes. He would also like it if you knew how to work a gun but if you weren't comfortable with that he'd opt for getting a dog instead. (Plus he's quite fond of the animal.) He just wants you to be safe he couldn't stand the thought of losing you. ):

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All you wanted to do was go home and fall asleep in you and König's California-sized bed. You had a long grueling day; dealing with shitty customers who thought they were entitled to everything and awful coworkers who barely did their job forcing you to work overtime and pick up on their slack. Whilst working you accidentally burnt yourself cleaning the coffee machine because your boss had distracted you to ask if you could close shop tonight.

You were so busy walking home that you didn't notice the man behind you following your every step. It was only when you tripped and dropped your bag--all your items spiling out that you realized that he was there. He quickly stepped in helping you pick up your items despite your initial rejection.

He was very adamant about helping you even though it was clear you were uncomfortable with the situation. Quickly thanking him you began speeding up your walk while fumbling around for your phone. You glanced back and noticed he was still following you. The sun had begun to set and the remaining light was slowly fading away. Your car was in the shop so you were forced to walk home at night.

You glanced back once more and saw that he was still behind you even though you had taken multiple turns and crossed several different streets. Starting to feel anxious you dialed your boyfriend. It took him a few moments to answer which felt like years to you.

"Hallo?" A tired voice spoke from the phone. The sound of his voice instantly filled you with comfort almost making you forget about the situation you were in. "König I'm sorry to wake you I need your help, there's some dude who won't stop following me. I don't wanna go home yet because I don't want him to know where we live. It's starting to get dark out and my phone is gonna die." You said sounding exasperated. The sound of shuffling could be heard over the phone as you continued down the street.

"Where are you now?" His demeanor had completely changed sounding more gruff and serious. You stammered out your location telling him specific landmarks. A theater, a bar, and a park across the street. König instructs you to head to the bar first, 'get lost in the crowd' he told you. 'Then go out the back way and head to the park.' You do as you're told hovering down while you squeeze between heavily intoxicated people. You make it outside the bar then hurry across the street.

It's now completely dark out and without any light it's hard to see inside the park. "I want you to go hide in the park behind the bushes where he can't see. Stay low turn off your phone light and be quiet." König continues to instruct you as you find a hiding spot. You watch as the man leaves the bar, he walks a few feet down then he turns around still not able to find you.

Once he realizes you're completely gone he curses and stomps his foot then marches off into the distance. You cringe at the thought of what he would do to you if he found you. König brings you back to reality asking if you're alright, you tell him your status and he makes you stay on the phone until you've made it back home.

Similar to Ghost, König would also want you to learn self-defense maneuvers, he'd teach you himself (because he's so big he makes a good example) and he'd equip you with your own knife. König would also give you pepper spray and a whistle and a tactical flashlight. You'd have to stop him at the flashlight or else he'd have you lugging around military gear like Ghost.

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[whenlostinthedarkness]

Chapter 2 | Part Two: Silk Chiffon

Lead Singer!Reader x Lead Guitarist!Ellie Williams

Summary: A smoke session in the hotel leads Reader & Ellie into a conversation about the past that affect their future.

Warnings: Sexual Content(f/f fingering, oral, and dry humping), and Infidelity.

WC: 5k

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has been reading this series so far & for the positive feedback 💜 Enjoy

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"Do you ever think about us?”

Ellie's words echoed in your head like a prayer sung in a cathedral. Over and over and over.

“I uhm-I mean..”, you couldn't help but stutter.

Meanwhile, Ellie stifled a laugh as her eyes remained on the ceiling and her mind reveled in the amusing way you were reacting to her question. “You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to.”

Your pupils searched around the room as your hand came up to scratch against your bare arm. You needed something to tame the anxiety running marathons inside of you and your surroundings were the only thing you could use as a tool to calm it.

“I think about us.” Ellie said it so casually, you had to question if what you heard was real or a hallucination.

“What?”

Ellie's chin lowered, her eyes following along with the movement until they rested on you. “I think about us.”

She shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal, when in reality, what she was confessing to was something so thoroughly massive in your brain.

“In what way?”

Ellie’s eyes left yours as the confidence seemed to drain from her once sharp facial expression as she shrugged her shoulders. Suddenly, she grew shy at the thought of talking about your relationship together and how it still runs through her mind on a near daily basis.

The temperature seemed to rise in the hotel room even though a soft breeze was flowing freely through the window. Without a word, you turned to walk the short distance back to the couch and took a seat in the same spot you once occupied before; Ellie followed shortly after.

The strain in the room was severely obvious.

You presumed the only reason Ellie had asked a question like this or brought up this sort of conversation all together, was due to the fact that she was clearly very high and spaced out. Which, you weren't wrong about.

Ellie was indeed very high and sunken down deep in her mind as she dared to travel to the one set of memories that were usually barred with yellow caution tape. The memories always appeared so enticing and leaving her wanting to visit the scene of the crime again..but never being able to push herself fully over that barrier to engage with them.

Now, it was different. She was high, you were high, and a shared hotel room was proving to be a nudge in Ellie's rib as she became consumed with thoughts about something else. Someone else.

It was suddenly like you were a hyper fixation of hers that she was bursting at the seems to talk about, yet, she held it in. Instead, opting to keep quiet and let her thoughts be silent or get distracted by something else that wasn’t her life. Yeah - that's what she needed, a distraction.

“You still wanna watch that movie?” Ellie’s voice was so fucking soft yet at the same time very hoarse, it almost made you melt right then and there into the couch.

“Yeah,” you gulped, “anything in mind?”

“How about….”

Your finger aimlessly flipped through all of the options on the screen as Ellie scanned each of the selections until she found the winner.

“But I’m A Cheerleader- that one!”

You shook your head with an amused smile, "Typical".

“What?” Ellie's smile returned to her face as the room relaxed for the first time in several minutes.

“You’re just so predictable- that’s it”, you said playfully while shrugging your shoulders.

“It’s my favorite fucking movie. You should already know I’m biased to it.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” you waved Ellie off as your thumb clicked a button on the remote that started the films opening scene to display on the large flat screen tv.

In her best efforts to fight off the chill in her body, Ellie grabbed the blanket she had packed along with her and spread it along the lower half of her body as she allowed herself to relax into the cushions.

“How old were you when you saw this for the first time?” You wondered as your eyes watched the cheerleaders twirling high up in the air as the camera panned to an up-skirt view.

“Too young.”

“Like how young?”

Ellie shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe like ten..eleven. Something like that.”

You nodded with wide eyes. “Damn, ten?”

Ellie chuckled at the disbelief in your voice. “Yep. One could say it was my gay awakening.”

“What about Princess Jasmine?”

“She’s different. She’s an angel and can do no wrong.”

A thunderous laugh left your lips which instantly made you slap a hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound.

“Plus, I was too young to understand I wanted to fuck Princess Jasmine so she doesn't count as my gay awakening.”

Ellie enjoyed your laugh, enjoyed it that much more when she was the one inducing it. It’s like she got a shot of pride directly injected into her veins whenever she could sprinkle a moment of joy or humor or any other emotion that made you feel good. She wanted to make you feel good always and would if you let her.

It's comical in a way. When Ellie was 19, it was as if she had to keep trying to convince herself that she didn't care about you nearly as much as she knew, deep down, she did. In fact, it was as if she was fucking up on a near consistent basis purely just to keep up the act that she was only caring about herself. If the act was more for you and the public, or herself, she wasn't sure. It only became more difficult for Ellie to keep up with this act the further and further you both got into your relationship.

When things were going really well between you both back in your college days, fuck, was it good. On the other hand, when things weren't going well, usually because of something Ellie did, they really weren't going well. It was almost like the good moments were a spotlight shedding on what could’ve been if you and Ellie both had been just a little bit older and more matured and established in yourselves. Sort of like how you both were now.

Yours & Ellie's conversation tapered off naturally as the both of you started watching the movie. Not that Ellie was having much luck in concentrating on the film.

You, on the other hand, were fully entranced on the current scene where the main characters, Megan & Graham, sneak off to have sex for the first time.

The film made it exceptionally pretty. The soft pink tones, the gentle touches, the intimate eye contact between the characters- it truly set the mood for what your first intimate experience with another girl felt like.

Your gaze was too concentrated on taking in all of the details in the movie, that your sober mind had never bothered to notice, that you missed the heavy gaze Ellie held on you as she moved her body slightly. Now, she was seated on the couch, but her body was twisted so she was facing directly towards you with her knees pulled up to her chest.

Eventually you caught on to Ellie's stare, nearly catching you off guard when your eyes met.

"You okay?"

Ellie didn't answer verbally, just opted for a nod as her mind was deep in thought. You mimicked her nod of the head and returned your eyes back to the movie while trying your best to ignore the heat from Ellie's eyes that you could feel were still concentrated on you.

"I miss you."

Your eyes returned to where they were moments ago as you looked into Ellie's green eyes. "We see each other like everyday Ellie."

Ellie nodded, "Yeah, but not like this. I feel like we are walking on eggshells together most of the time and now it just feels..I don't know. Natural. Like old times".

You knew exactly what Ellie meant. She was talking about how things were when you were dating, but now you were far from that and hadn't been even close to that for a couple years.

"I mean..things are different now."

"But why?”

You matched Ellie's position as you twisted your body to face hers. "What do you mean why Ellie. You know why."

Ellie knew you were right, yet there was some part of her that wished things between you both would've gone back to normal after your breakup. Surely wishing something like that was foolish, yet Ellie lived to be the fool.

"I just miss you."

"What things do you miss?" You asked genuinely as the movie now became background noise to the first conversation the both of you had really ever had regarding your past relationship.

Ellie's brain immediately went through film clip memories in her mind of all of your good times together. The late night escapades, the movie nights, the jam sessions, even the sex. It was all something that felt right and natural. Ellie missed all of that, and tonight was feeding a hunger for that feeling she wanted to have again with you. She didn't want it to stop.

"Shit like this..," Ellie shrugged, "..watching a movie, smoking weed, cuddling on the couch.."

Ellie's voice trailed off on the last part as if she were ashamed, which, in some ways she was. However the need for this feeling with you was outweighing any guilt that she could be feeling right now.

"The cuddling huh?", you teased with a warm smile. "Do you think that's a good idea? Cuddling?"

The answer was clear. You knew it, Ellie knew it, yet the both of your bodies somehow began to scoot closer and closer to one another.

"What's so wrong with cuddling?" Ellie asked with innocence which made you roll your eyes.

"I think you know why we can't cuddle Ellie."

By the time you finished your sentence, you and Ellie had hunched backs as you both naturally leaned in towards each other like metal to a magnet.

A heavy sigh fell from Ellie’s lips as she fought a battle within herself that she didn’t know the outcome of. That hunger, that want, that nostalgic feeling coming back was making her want to take in spoonful after spoonful of you and this feeling. On the other hand, she knew it was bad to even entertain such a concept.

She had a loving girlfriend at home that was great in every way possible, but why didn’t she make Ellie feel like this? She kept asking herself this question over and over. Until she couldn’t take it anymore. The two choices sit like two different entrees on fine china. Ellie’s mind kept going from one to the other, trying to decipher if she wanted normalcy or if she wanted you.

“Fuck it.”

A breath gasped out of your mouth and vibrated against Ellie’s lips as she held them against yours like her life depended on it.

Your first thought was shock, but relief soon chased it as you found yourself melting into the tender kiss.

One of Ellie’s hands went up to cup the side of your face as your mouths continued moving slowly against one another’s. It felt so sweetly familiar.

For a second, you were nineteen again and kissing your college roommate for the very first time. The pent up tension and feelings were coming to fruition and that similar sense of relief that you felt when you were 19 was present in this very room as Ellie cradled you in her arms with a grip that held a fear of you trying to leave.

What Ellie didn’t know is that you too had an appetite for this sorta of feeling and you weren’t planning on cutting it off anytime soon. At least not tonight.

Ellie's girlfriend wasn't a thought in your mind or hers as you instinctually moved into Ellie's lap to straddle her waist. Both of your lips moved fervently against the other as tongues collided and saliva coated both your mouths like a shiny clear gloss.

Everything felt second nature and habitual. The way one of Ellie's hands gripped your waist tightly as she pulled you as close to her chest as possible, and the other rested at the swell of your ass. Natural.

The way one of your hands cupped the side of Ellie's face as you ground your hips down towards her; so fucking natural.

Ellie let out a groan at the friction as she tried to pull you tighter to her body, even if it was impossible for you both to get any closer. Her strong grip on your hips was enough to have you mewling into her mouth which only made Ellie feel more starved and deprived of your alluring noises, the warmth of your skin, and the way your mouth fit against hers like the missing puzzle piece that had been brushed under the couch for ages. It was a sensory overload that you both had missed and craved, yet suppressed time and time again - and for what reason?

At this very moment, everything else was quiet and nonexistent. All that was in both of your worlds right now was two past lovers who desperately needed one another.

Ellie allowed you to gently push her to fall backwards so her back rested on the couch as she gazed up at you sitting on top of her.

The quiet and stillness suddenly made everything stop. The eye of the tornado had passed and now it was stillness- A calm just after a storm that caused a kind of damage that could destroy towns.

Ellie mimicked your heaving chest and wide eyed gaze as you stared down at her and she stared up at you. Images of her girlfriend were now flickering through her mind, yet her hands never even thought about straying away from your hips.

As much as this moment was a moral battle for Ellie, there was also a sense of comfort in the familiarity that was your legs resting on either side of her.

Silently, your eyes made a treaty with one another that spoke of consent and allowing whatever happens, to happen but that didn't make you any less hesitant. You had nothing to lose, but Ellie had an entire relationship to lose.

You both could stop the betrayal with just a kiss - you both should stop the betrayal with just a kiss.

Yet still, Ellie nodded as she sensed your hesitancy. She wanted you to know that she knew exactly what you were thinking and feeling and still she wanted this so incredibly bad. Who were you to deny that you wanted the same exact thing when it was consenting right in front of you?

You couldn't nod any quicker and Ellie couldn't move any slower as her hands squeezed your hips in a nearly feral manor. This made you smile and feel a sense of shyness as Ellie looked at you as if you were the Mona Lisa in the flesh.

Gently, Ellie's hips rose up off of the couch to collide with your center, making you bite your lip as you brought both of your palms to rest on top of Ellie's stomach.

Your eyes remained fixed on her as you bent the upper half of your body downwards towards Ellie; your hands sliding all the way up to her shoulders as you did so.

You were now hovering directly above her like a mobile above a babies crib. Ellie's tongue wet her lips as she looked at you as if you were a meal she had been starved of for years, which you had been, but all by choice.

In a challenging nature, you ground your hips down onto Ellie's. Her eyes squinted harshly at the interaction as she slid her hands down so she could unashamedly knead your ass.

Your faces were so close together that both of your breaths were hitting the other with a vapor of warmth that was charged with anticipation and excitement. Ellie was finding it all torturous.

"Please."

Her voice was so quiet it was nearly drowned out due to the audio from the movie, but your focus was on her and only her. You heard her perfectly clear.

"Please what?" You questioned knowing damn well you speaking would lightly brush your lips against Ellie's as you remained hovering above her.

Ellie let out a groan paired with a rolling pair of eyes as she squeezed your ass harder in the hopes that would get her message across...but she should know you better.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to use your words El."

You wore a near devious smile as you turned your face to the side, allowing your mouth to graze along the skin of her freckled cheeks and travel downwards towards her neck.

The tingling feeling made Ellie shiver the closer you got to that euphoric spot just below her ear and when your lips did finally meet that thin layer of skin, you paused entirely, making Ellie huff out of frustration and neediness. You found it all very amusing as your lips continued ghosting along.

“Are you not having fun?”

All Ellie could manage to do was sigh loudly which seemed to spur you on even more.

“Awe you don’t seem like you’re having fun.” You sealed your sentence with a severely light peck to her neck in the exact place she wanted, making Ellie’s hands squeeze your ass again as her eyes began to close. “Then again, maybe you are.”

“Shut up.”

Suddenly, Ellie sat up, forcing your body to sit up along with hers. She wrapped one of her arms around your waist and firmly held you against her as she swapped your position with hers. Now, Ellie was above you and moving quickly to take off her hoodie.

You laid in awe as you took in the view before you. Ellie in a white tank top with messy hair that was stuck up in multiple places, yet the image was as close to the past as it could get in your mind. Except now it was fast forwarded a couple years- Ellie’s facial bone structure was more pronounced, her upper body was more lean and muscular, and her eyes had dark gray underneath them from exhaustion, yet you felt like it complimented the green in the nicest way.

Once again, silence consumed the room, even as Ellie lowered herself downwards and kissed you without warning-not that you needed one.

From here, the race began.

In contrast to earlier, both of your locked lips were desperate and chasing one another. Saliva began dripping along the sides of Ellie’s mouth as she left open mouthed, gasp filled kisses that only separated when she desperately needed to have your bare skin touching hers.

Quickly, Ellie moved to rest inbetween your legs before her fingers found the hem of your flimsy t-shirt. The further the material moved upwards, the more present the urgency was as you assisted Ellie in lifting the material the remainder of the way up until you were tossing it on the floor.

You swore you saw Ellie’s eyes pop out of her head when your bare chest was on full display for her to indulge herself in shamelessly-and shamelessly she did.

A guttural noise came straight from her chest as Ellie’s hands moved to squeeze your tits together, making you lull your head to the side out of sheer pleasure.

“Ellie,” you whined, making that same noise slip off of Ellie’s tongue as she moved her face and began furiously kissing along your collarbones.

Her tongue glided along your skin, leaving trails of wetness in her path, until she got to the place her mouth had been watering for.

Your nipple felt velvety against her tongue as she lapped it up using various circular movements. This feeling used to be a phantom, but now it was in the flesh and she couldn’t believe she had been depriving herself of the delicacy that was you for all these years.

Your fingers twirled the hairs that sat along the back of Ellie’s neck, occasionally pulling them whenever she hit a particularly heavenly spot. Ellie gently grazed her teeth along your nipple while her other hand stayed firmly placed on your ribcage- half in order to keep her own balance, the other half just so she had an excuse to be touching you with every limb that she had.

Ellie began sucking on your nipple and you couldn’t help but arch your back off of the couch, naturally making yours and Ellie’s centers grind against one another. Clearly Ellie was enjoying the friction-and so were you-as she continued sucking even more harshly on your nipple, just the way she remembered you liking it.

By now, you were dripping wet as the currents of pleasure, from the friction and Ellie’s mouth, had you rocking your hips against Ellie as you searched for any sort of abrasion in order to ease the pressure that was weighing heavy on your clit.

“Take this off, you spoke through heavy breaths as your hands moved to the back of Ellie’s shirt. You were tempted to just start taking it off yourself, but you were still hesitant in whatever was happening between the both of you and the only thing that was reassuring you it was okay was Ellie giving her consent.

Ellie swiftly moved upwards and discarded her shirt so it met yours on the floor-a silent consent. Now, the both of you were matching with bare chests exposed to one another.

The moment Ellie moved back down to kiss you again, both of your bodies began sinking up in a rhythm that was getting both of you equally worked up. Ellie’s hand moved to your thigh and lifted your leg up to her hip as she ground her hips down against yours again, but this time with much more access and ability to move against one another with an added pressure.

While the both of you continued fucking with clothes on, Ellie’s hand had managed to slink in between both of you. Her fingertips pressed firmly against your clothed center, feeling the slightest bit of wetness that she was hoping she would find seeping through the thin cotton of your sleep pants.

In unison, you both made a noise of pleasure as Ellie continued rubbing along your clothed core, until you gave her bicep a squeeze.

Ellie released the suction of her lips against yours and peered down at you with a cautious facial expression. “You okay?”

You smiled slightly at the worried expression on Ellie’s face and nodded. “Yeah, I'm good. Really good.”

Ellie’s eyebrows relaxed from their tense state, yet she was still confused. “Are you sure this is okay?”

You shrugged as your eyes averted from Ellie’s worried look. “I think that’s a question you should be asking yourself, not me.”

There was that reminder again about how wrong this situation was, but how could something that’s so wrong feel so incredibly right to Ellie?

Silently, Ellie’s mouth moved to your neck as her hands went to rest along either side of your body. “The only thing I'm thinking about right now is how you taste.”

Her lips left a long kiss to your neck as your eyes nearly rolled to the very back of your head as she did so. “Take off my pants then.”Ellie snickered at your confidence as she obeyed your command.

She maneuvered her body so she was sitting back on her knees-her hands were quick to reach the top of your pajama pants and shed your lower half of it’s top layer.

“God damn,” Ellie sighed words that were meant to be internal, but at the sight of the dark spot that was gathering in the center of your panties, she just couldn’t help herself.

As much as she wanted to enjoy this moment and take her time, Ellie also couldn’t fight off her primitive urge to have your cunt on her mouth.

Swiftly, Ellie’s thumbs hooked on the sides of your panties; you raised your hips upwards to assist her in fully discarding the material off of your legs.

The natural scent of your pussy filled Ellie’s nostrils as she felt her heart start to speed up. Her hands were quick in moving to wrap around your thighs as she settled her face so that it was just above your warm and visibly wet center.

Ellie started off with slow kisses to your inner thighs and lower stomach,trying once again to take her time, until she physically couldn’t take it anymore.

Her teeth sunk into your thigh, making one of your hands raise up to rest on the back of her head and your crotch raise up to move along Ellie’s face.

Ellie’s tongue moved along her lips-the faintest taste of your wetness hitting Ellie’s taste buds for the first time in years. She was desperate now.

Her face moved down, pressing a long lick to your center and allowing you and her to both have some relief from the built up tension. She found herself humming in satisfaction as her tongue peaked out to gently lay flat along your dripping clit, causing you to jerk your body upwards from the sensitivity that was already very prominent. Ellie bared her teeth in a grin before she went back for more.

Ellie’s tongue made out with your cunt as she gave you the sloppiest, messiest head of her life. Your wetness mixed with her saliva as it dripped down her chin while she licked up your center faster and faster with each lick.

Your hand squeezed her brown locks as Ellie wrapped her lips around your clit, sucking it with all the pressure she could muster up before popping it out of her mouth.

Her eyes would briefly glance up at you to watch your every facial expression and bodily reaction to make sure she was hitting every spot that once drove you wild; she was happy to know your body was still a well read book in her library.

Ellie’s tongue went back to give quick, but long licks to your cunt, making sure to leave more pressure then the next. One of her hands moved to your inner thigh and pressed it down gently to ensure you were keeping your legs fully wide open for her, especially when her lips would take a break from the licking and go back to suck on your clit again and again and again.

You could feel the warm tension in your lower abdomen spreading throughout your body as you fully allowed your voice to moan and groan out whatever words came to mind that would accurately describe the ecstatic feeling that Ellie was putting on you.

“’m so close,” you whined as you subconsciously squeezed Ellie’s hair in your hand even more as you tried your best to keep your eyes open so you could watch the way Ellie looked in between your legs.

At your confession, Ellie began to slow down. Infact, her tongue was licking along your slit, but purposefully not putting too much emphasis on your clit because she knew you would be coming undone all over her tongue if she did.

As tempting as all of that sounded to her, she hadn’t even had her fingers inside of you yet.

Your eyes squinted as you watched Ellie’s tongue as it moved tantalizingly slow. By the way the corner of Ellie’s eyes were pinched, you knew she was smiling deviously even though her full face blocked as her tongue dragged up and down your cunt.

Her eyes looked straight into yours as her mouth disconnected from your center. A line of spit connected the both of you before Ellie wiped her lips with her thumb. With that same thumb, Ellie glided slowly along your cunt as the severity of your wetness made a squelching noise that had Ellie regretting she had ever removed her mouth from you.

Ellie’s teasing had you making noises as if you were a new born baby crying out for its mom. Begging and pleading and writhing so you could have your way, but Ellie wasn’t having any of it, she was much too entertained by how you were acting.

“What’s wrong?”

All you could do is respond with a whiny tone as her thumb dipped inside of your cunt for a brief second that didn’t last nearly as long as you needed it to.

“You like that? You want my fingers inside of you?”

Your nodding was so quick, it made your entire head vibrate. Ellie snickered with amusement as she watched you grinding yourself down onto her fingers that were beginning to pick up speed as they rubbed along your pussy.

“God you’re so hot.” Ellie’s eyes were super glued to your lower half as she watched the way your hips rolled into her hand, leaving your wetness to glisten on her fingers. She could only imagine how good you’d look riding her fingers like this.

The next time your body ground down, Ellie tested the waters by slipping the tip of her middle finger inside of you with ease, thanks to your wetness. Your little, bitchy whines were enough of an answer for her to proceed, But first Ellie wanted to take you to bed and ensure she had enough room to properly fuck you into oblivion.

At the disappearance of her fingers, you looked down with a mix of anger and shock. However, Ellie was quick to give clarification as she stood up from the couch with her hand outstretched towards you as she nodded in the direction of her bed.

You nibbled on your lower lip as you placed your hand in Ellie’s palm, just before she assisted in getting you to a standing position.

And from there, everything felt like a blur.

#ellie williams #tlou2 #tlou #the last of us #ellie fic #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams tlou #the last of us part 2 #MUNA #sapphic #lesbian #f/f #f/f fanfic #wlw #ellie williams smut #ellie williams angst #ellie williams fluff #afterglow #ellie williams fic

[beautifulpersonpeach]

so just to confirm, jikookers genuinely believe that in an extremely homophobic military system and country that just reaffirmed the illegality of any form of homosexual interaction during enlistment (to the point that they can face a prison sentence), two queer individuals in a gay relationship would put themselves, their relationship, and their careers at risk by enlisting in the same camp together through the buddy system in which they will have to be together essentially at all times surrounded by other soldiers, supervisors etc for 18 months? there is no private time or sneaking off in the military so jikookers genuinely think that while already dealing with the stress and difficulty of enlistment within itself, jimin and jungkook would subject themselves to an extra stressor of controlling their emotions and actions with each other at all times for that long? like you all actually think they said “yeah fuck it we’d rather be by each others side while facing the risk of getting caught, sent to prison, and having our careers destroyed instead of being separated for just 18 months out of our whole lives”. like how do u think they’d even remotely survive those 18 months?

***

You know, when you put it that way I think you have a point. It's ludicrous to think two queer men can co-habit in the same unit without climbing all over each other and outing themselves. Jikookers must've been deaf, blind, all thinking faculties out to lunch when Jungkook talked about how Seven is autobiographical (the female subject in the song not being just a technicality). Expecting Jungkook of all people to go days, weeks, and months on end without fucking his main squeeze is kinda nuts ngl. Especially when everybody knows gay men are overly promiscuous, deviant, sex-addicted sons of Lucifer who just happen to look good in perms and eyeliner. One glance at all that cake Jimin got in the back and Jungkook will start keening like blue-balled bonobo before jumping him in broad daylight. Right? Perhaps it's a wonder jikook survived 10 years in the spotlight while being in the most hyper-visible group in a homophobic society, even representing their homophobic country in official capacities.

What good is a relationship if you cannot have sex for any period of time, after all? Can you even call that a relationship?

Also, your point about how there's no private time in the military is a godsend because it just reminded me of a curious phenomenon that happened this year. I noticed it happened maybe two or three times this year when ARMYs and even people tangentially related to ARMYs collectively hallucinated seeing Seokjin and Hoseok outside the military base. In fact, this is what's convinced me beyond all reasonable doubt that BTS's fandom is a cult.

Anyway, I'm rambling.

Jikookers must be dumb, high, or both to think it's a good thing for jikook to possibly mean more to each other and still choose to enlist together under the Buddy program. Clearly it's unthinkable for a couple to weigh the strength they could gain by being together, as more important than the risk of being caught in an explicitly compromising situation. It's silly of jikookers to think companionship can happen in all sorts of ways even while in the military; and flat out ridiculous of them to believe that jikook at the end of the day started out as friends, have been through some of their most life-defining moments together, and are still one of the closest pairings in BTS.

Thank you for taking the time to share such an enlightening opinion with me, Anon. Your ideas were persuasive and yes, you have me convinced. It is impossible for jikook to be jikooking in the military ergo jikook must not exist.

#jikook

[thebiggerbear]

Soldier Boy x Reader - Prompt Response - "Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

Summary: You're tired of running and you go to Soldier Boy for protection. He agrees to do it but not without a price.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

A/N: Prompt from @thelonelyempath. The original character I wanted to respond to this prompt with before deciding to make it multi-character. This scenario immediately popped into my head reading the line and I just had to write it. Hope it's okay.

Thank you to my beta Em for her services. You rock, girl!

Warnings: violence/murder; implied assassination attempts; sexual propositioning; Soldier Boy being himself; starts out as a blackmail type dynamic that appears as if a little dubcon at first; language?

Word Count: 2528

SB Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

Beau version | Dean version | Jenny version | Tom version | Jason version | Anael version | SDV Alex version

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You never thought in a million years that you would be seeking out one of the most dangerous Supes in the world for protection. Then again, you never would have thought that a multi-billion dollar corporation would be after you, intent on seeing you torn apart and scattered to the four winds. You didn’t exactly blow the whistle on them, but you didn’t exactly tow the company line either—something Stan Edgar was less than thrilled with and now the evil son of a bitch wanted you dead.

It was no secret that Edgar and Soldier Boy had a falling out of sorts after the truth about his being handed to the Russians had come to light. His old team may have made it happen, but it was Edgar pulling the strings all along. Surprisingly, the Supe who had been so focused on revenge hadn’t hunted Edgar down after this revelation, which made you wary about going this route. However, after narrowly escaping the latest death squad sent after you, you decided you had no choice but to take the gamble. There was nowhere you could run that Vought wouldn’t find you and you just hoped this would be more of an ‘enemy of my enemy’ situation rather than a ‘handing you right over to your enemy’ situation.

Once you had managed to track him down in Hong Kong while you were busy running yourself, he had shockingly agreed to a meet, and even more shockingly agreed to help you. Not without certain stipulations, of course.

“Let me in that sweet pussy of yours and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

You should have known, especially from the way he had been eyeing you up ever since he caught sight of you. Screwing your face up in disgust, you flat out refused. “Not happening.”

He shrugged and began to walk away. “Then you must not need my protection that badly.”

You scoffed in disbelief. “You’re seriously turning me down because I won’t fuck you? Whatever happened to the ‘Soldier Boy is America’s son’ bullshit? The OG superhero who fought Nazis and protected people?”

Soldier Boy stopped and slowly turned back towards you. “I’d be putting myself on the line to protect you. For that, I deserve one hell of a payment.” 

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “So now you’re blackmailing me into sleeping with you? Unbelievable.” You had heard he was more like America’s Asshole than its Son, but you still couldn’t believe your ears. You had even offered to help him take Vought down with what you knew, so long as he kept you safe. You knew he’d want that kind of information. Why else was he hopping from continent to continent in the last few months, trying to shake Vought just like you were? Instead, his dick was taking top priority. Typical. 

“It’s the least you can do, doll.” He faced you fully again, shield hanging off of his arm as if it weighed nothing. “Like you said, I fought for this country, fought the Nazis, and now you’re asking me to play bodyguard while taking on Vought for you. I deserve something worth all that trouble.”

You ran through all other options in your mind. You still had a contact that could possibly put you in touch with someone that wouldn’t mind tapping into Vought’s offshore accounts that weren’t supposed to exist. You were already on Vought’s kill list; what would a few hundred thousand dollars of theirs matter? “I could pay you,” you offered.

“I’m not interested in money.” His eyes roved over you as he approached. “Besides,” he murmured as he came to a stop in front of you. You tensed as he reached up to tuck a strand of your hair that had gotten loose from under your ball cap behind your ear. ”I haven’t had a looker as pretty as you in a long time. Been locked away.” He gently gripped your chin in between his thumb and index finger, his eyes intent on your mouth before lifting to meet yours. A hint of a smirk started to appear on his handsome face when he most likely heard your heart beat starting to increase.

He released you and even took a step back from you, allowing you physical and metaphorical space. “Your call.”

You bit your lip as thoughts chaotically swirled inside your head. On one hand, you refused to be manipulated or pushed into sex with this asshole. No matter how physically attractive he might be, you weren’t willing to get on your back just so he would help you. But on the other hand, the cold hard truth was that you were tired — tired of running, tired of little-to-no sleep, tired of the paranoia that came with such a flight. Hell, at present, you hadn’t slept in almost two days and you were running on fumes; there wasn’t enough caffeine or energy pills in the world to get you through another day with no rest. Your reaction time was already dragging if your last narrow escape was anything to go by. If you continued this way, you’d be dead before the sun started to warm the sky; you were certain of it.

Soldier Boy stared you down. “What’s it gonna be?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you glanced behind you at a small noise far off down the street. Thankfully, it was an old woman tossing something out onto the pavement, but you couldn’t deny it put you further on edge. You turned back to the Supe whose eyes stayed trained on you. You took a deep breath to steady your nerves and readied your response. His lips began to quirk upwards into a smile; he knew what your answer was going to be before you even said the words.

…

Vought Tower had been completely demolished. Luckily, it had been mostly evacuated before the destruction occurred. A fight between Soldier Boy and the now-dead Homelander had caused most of the damage, but the C4 that had been carefully lined throughout the infrastructure is what ended up bringing it down. 

Before it went boom, Soldier Boy had approached Stan Edgar, who refused to cower in a corner. The Supe respected that, but it didn’t change what he’d come here to do. He gripped Edgar by the throat and lifted him in the air, choking the older man and ignoring the fingers that desperately clawed at his hand.

“I thought we had an agreement,” Edgar rasped out.

Soldier Boy shrugged. “She made me a better one.” He then snapped the man’s neck and tossed his body aside like a rag doll. 

“Oi! We ought to get out of here,” Butcher warned after seeing Stan Edgar lifeless on the floor. “Frenchie’s about to blow this place to fucking hell.”

He glared over at the Brit and picked up his shield. He still didn’t trust him, not after what he and his merry band of assholes had tried to do the last time they’d teamed up, but he’d made a deal with you and he was intent on keeping his end of it. The only conditions Butcher and Captain Lesbo had given this time around was: no civilian casualties and Ryan was off limits. He did his best with the first and he could give less than a fuck on the other. As far as he was concerned, the kid was Butcher’s problem as long as the kid didn’t come looking for some payback once he got older, which Butcher assured he wouldn’t. That, and there better not be Novichok gas waiting at the end of this mission for him. They’d reluctantly agreed, knowing they had no other way to kill Homelander and take down Vought all in one swoop.

“After you.” Soldier Boy gestured for Butcher to leave first. The man scowled but obliged, keeping a wary eye out as he moved. Smirking, Soldier boy followed. The Supe might have enjoyed the reaction—or even tried to settle the score from Butcher’s previous betrayal—if he didn’t have you to get back to. He needed to let you know that you no longer had Stan Edgar or Vought to worry about. He’d kept up his end of the bargain you’d both made — now, finally, you were free.

…

You woke up to the sound of someone moving through the darkness in your room. You grabbed the gun from beneath your pillow and bolted upright as much as you could, trying to get your eyes to adjust so you could get a good shot.

“Relax, it’s just me,” Soldier Boy assured you. 

Recognizing his voice, you slowly lowered the gun and focused on his location. When your eyes finally adjusted, you realized he was near the foot of the bed, completely nude, his hair damp from a fresh shower. “Ben,” you breathed out in relief. “You scared me.”

Through the beams of moonlight shining into the room from the window, you saw him give you a smile and lay his shield down on the floor next to him. “Didn’t mean to.”

You slipped the safety back on the gun and stashed it into the drawer of your nightstand. You hated having it under your pillow at night; it was super uncomfortable and you only needed to do that when Soldier Boy — Ben, as he’d asked you to call him instead — wasn’t around. “Everything go okay?” 

“Better than okay.” You glanced back to see a smirk adorning that handsome face of his, with an all-too familiar gleam in those green eyes. You watched as he slipped on some sweats and then made his way to the opposite side of the bed. You moved onto your side to face him, smiling as he climbed in next to you and sat up against the headboard, turning to grin down at you. Within seconds, he had his arms wrapped around you, pulling you up against him, and he was kissing you a proper hello. He only pulled back when you needed air and tenderly rubbed his nose along yours, nuzzling you. “How about you, doll? Everything go okay while I was gone?”

You nodded and snuggled into his bare chest, letting out a relieved sigh when you felt his warm hands stroking your back. “Everything’s fine,” you assured him, closing your eyes. You’d never admit it aloud, but you felt so much better when he was around. Not only did you feel protected but you just felt better in general. You’d have to be under the pain of torture to admit to him (or yourself) that you actually missed him when he had to leave.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and let his lips linger there, continuing to rub your back just the way you liked. “Edgar and Vought are gone,” he murmured. “The Caped Cunt, too. You’ve got nothing more to worry about.”

Your eyes snapped open and you lifted yourself up to meet his gaze, your brows furrowed. “What?” You asked in shock.

“You heard me.” He stroked your cheek with his thumb, his grin now a smug smile. “You’re safe, baby.”    

Your eyes widened when the realization hit you. “That’s where you went?”

Your only answer was the lengthening of that smile. 

“Jesus, Ben.” So many thoughts and emotions swirled within you all at once. You were free, truly free. You no longer had to worry about Vought death squads hunting you down, Homelander coming for you, or Stan Edgar sending after you any ragtag Supes he could scrounge up. You were free. Although, Ben hadn’t told you that he was about to go on his most dangerous mission yet. He might be America’s original superhero and he might be tough to kill, but that didn’t mean he was completely invincible. He’d admitted as much to you over the last few months. “What if… What if you didn’t—”

He kissed you, effectively cutting you off. “I did,” he hummed against your lips. “Told you I would.”

You nodded, gently tracing his facial features with your hands before gliding down to his shoulders, dipping down the warm expanse of his back and then slowly returning to his chest. As always, he remained patient whenever you did this ritual of checking him for any wounds or injuries, knowing you wouldn’t find any but needing to assure yourself just the same. Truthfully, this man had come to mean more to you than you’d ever imagined would be possible. Hell, there had been a time when it wouldn’t have been possible at all.

When you were done, you met his gaze head on. “Do I want to know?”

Ben remained silent, but his eyes said it all: no, you didn’t want to know. You and Ben may have planned for the downfall of Vought and the ends of Homelander and Stan Edgar, the very same bastards that had put a target on your back in the first place, but that didn’t mean you wanted to hear the gory details of their deaths. You were just grateful Ben had come back to you alive and unharmed. 

You gave him a thin-lipped smile in understanding. “Thank you,” you whispered. 

Ben studied you for a moment, then pulled you in and kissed you again, his fingers slipping through your hair until he grabbed the back of your neck and urged you to meet him more fully. Just as you were getting into it, he broke away and chuckled. “You’re real eager for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?” You shot him a look and the smirk was suddenly back on his face. Without warning, he picked you up to rearrange you in the bed how he wanted you. “Too bad that you need to get some rest. We’re blowing the fuck out of here tomorrow and you’re gonna need to keep up.”

As if he would leave you behind if you couldn’t. “I thought you said Butcher would leave us alone after this.”

“I don’t trust that dicksucking Brit and I trust his bitch of a boss even less.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking when you felt him settle in behind you, knowing how much he enjoyed spooning you like this. “‘Kay,” you agreed. He had successfully protected you this far; you’d follow his lead on this one, too. You shut your eyes and snuggled into your pillow, content to feel his hands on your back caressing you once more. You were just about asleep when you heard him murmur in your ear, “Sleep. I’ll keep you safe.” You smiled when you heard the words he’d been saying to you every night now for many months and your heart lightened when you felt his hands trail from your back to cup protectively over your rounding stomach, rubbing gently. ‘Safe’ is exactly how you felt right in this moment, and the little girl moving to meet her father’s embrace—like she always did when she sensed he was near—only cemented the knowledge that this was the first night neither you nor she were in danger any longer. It gave you a sense of peace you hadn’t known in a long time.

#soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy #the boys fanfiction #the boys #prompt response #the boys fandom #soldier boy fanfiction #soldier boy x female!human!reader #female!human!reader #jensen ackles #jensen ackles character #thebiggerbear

[bloodynereid]

Jordan li has taken over my mind haha 😂 could I request some jealous Jordan, maybe where reader gets really close with someone and they notice and start to get jealous :)

Thank you!!

Seeds of Jealousy

pairing: jordan li x fem! reader

tw: kissing, alcohol, vought, jealousy, slight rudeness?? idk there really aren't that many

description: jordan li didn't like anyone else flirting with their girl.

a/n: hiii anon sry this took me *checks notes* OVER TWO MONTHS (???) to write, hopefully it was worth the wait haha. i love writing for jealous jordan honestly and they have also taken over my mind. enjoy <3

You and Jordan had been invited to another one of Vought’s events. They liked to show potential investors the rising stars that would one day take over for the current Seven.

The ruffles of your dress pressed against Jordan’s leg as you both walked into the event, arm in arm. Jazz music echoed through the reception hall, as a bunch of rich old people walked around and tried to schmooze their way to a big deal.

“Fuck me.” You said when you realized this would be like every other event. There was a certain appeal to be invited to the Top Five exclusive parties at the beginning, but now it was like Groundhog Day but with events.

It was only vaguely amusing when one of the major Vought shareholders got drunk and started dancing on the bar. Oh good times.

“Come on, darling. It really cannot be that bad.”

“You say that and yet…” Jordan teasingly rolled their eyes and she smiled at you before nodding towards the bar. “Going to get us drinks. Want to try and find a table?”

You hummed in assent before separating from them, in search of an open space which wasn’t close to any of the more annoying investors. You smoothed out the silk of your dress, or rather gown, it was a tad bit excessive for your normal taste, contemplating your next move.

A table was open in the far right, close enough to the stage but far enough away that it was unlikely for the dean to spontaneously call on one of you to make a speech. Unfortunately, it seemed like a person was already sitting there. You could only see the back of his head but he looked young. Well at least he wasn’t balding. So you decided to head over.

“Hi.” You greeted as you pulled out one of the usual event chairs and sat down onto the plush cushion.

“Oh uh hi.” The bluest eyes you had probably ever seen suddenly met yours and an easy smile decorated your face.

“Is it okay if I sit here?”

“Be my guest, honestly I’m happy it’s you instead of one of them.” His voice dropped to a whisper towards the end of his speech before he gestured at the group of investors. You let out a twinkling laugh at his actions which made a smile spread over his face.

“You were like my last resort. My name is Y/N by the way.”

“Hunter.” His blonde curls bounced as he shook your offered hand.

“So… why are you here? I haven’t seen you around campus.”

“You’re a supe?” You recoiled slightly at his question, oh please don’t be one of those people.

“Uh yeah, I-” You cut yourself short when you realized that a giddy smile engulfed his face

“That’s so cool! I'm just an intern.”

“Nice. Are you liking Vought?”

“I guess, I have the meagerest of responsibilities right now so you know…” You hummed and smoothed out the fabric of your dress again. It was starting to become some kind of nervous tick.

“So what are your powers?” Your face lit up the second he asked the question.

“Oh I can manipulate water. Here. May I?” You asked as you gestured to his glass of water.

“Please.” He said as he nudged the glass closer to you.

“Watch this.” You winked and then started to twirl your fingers above the glass. The water started to climb in spiral form before you spread it out flat in the air. Laughing at his awed expression, you let the water drop back into the glass and passed it back to him.

What you didn’t realize was that Jordan had been watching the whole interaction with a growing seed of jealousy in their heart. You looked like you were having the time of your life with some… guy. Jordan suddenly had the vivid image of strangling the blonde idiot clearly appear in her mind.

“Hi, darling.” Jordan drawled out as she walked over to the table and placed the glass of cranberry vodka in front of you.

“Jordan! Look who I met! Jordan, meet Hunter. Hunter, meet my partner Jordan.” Jordan sat down in the seat next to yours and proceeded to stare daggers at the guy sitting in front of them.

“Uh hi, nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Now if you don’t mind I would like to spend some time with my girl.” Jordan said cooly, making Hunter tense up.

“Jord… what’s going on?” You asked as you placed a hand over theirs.

“Oh nothing, just that this guy had the audacity to flirt with my girlfriend.”

“Look… I think I’ll go now, work and stuff.” Hunter said as he cleared his throat, sending you a nervous smile he stood up and walked off.

“What was that for?” You asked, puzzled and slightly pissed off.

“No one gets to flirt with my girlfriend, except me.” Jordan said before pulling you forward and placing a rough kiss on your lips. You let out a slight laugh before easing into him, looping your arms around their shoulders.

“Awww you were getting jealous, you’re so cute.” You said once you pulled apart.

“I am not cute!” Jordan answered, scandalized.

“You are.”

“Am n-” You cut him off by placing another kiss on their lips.

hehe

#gen v #gen v fanfic #gen v amazon #gen v spoilers #andre anderson #jordan li #marie moreau #luke riordan #golden boy #the boys #the boys fanfic #the boys tv #gen v tv #maria writes #the boys series #the boys amazon #jordan li x reader #jordan x reader #gen v x reader #jordan li x you #jordan li x y/n

[stinkysam]

Eddie Brock - Alien

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : How about being Eddie and venom's new hot tall neighbor who just moved in and them having bi panic and simping over him

Reader : male (you/he)

A/N : bold is Venom talking // Part TWO

Their neighbor had quickly and quietly moved out.

Yeah, the one that played loud electric guitar. He's gone.

They didn't care when or why he left, even though Eddie had a little idea about it.

But now there's someone new that's moving in and despite being reluctant at first, Venom and Eddie quickly warmed up to the idea, especially after seeing you, the new neighbor, through their window.

You had moved in rather quickly before knocking on their door to present yourself. You shared your name and where you came from and exchanged a few more words, Venom silently listening in the back of Eddie's head.

"Holy shit." Venom said in his head.

Eddie said nothing, listening to you instead.

"He's hot !"

Instantly Eddie felt awkward, not knowing how to talk to you anymore. He didn't think of it, but Venom was right, you were kinda… hot.

"Eddie, tell him you like him."

Eddie coughed out a "No" discreetly enough for you to not notice it.

"Then invite him in !"

The inside of this flat flashed in Eddie's mind, showing his trashed kitchen and hanging car tires. He closed the door on himself more, so you could not see it, in a way that made you think you were taking too long and needed to end the discussion.

Which you did, quickly thanking him for his time and leaving to your side of the apartment.

"Good job he ran away !"

"That's your fault, V." Said Eddie, closing the door behind himself.

"How ?!"

He did not answer, feeling like it would be too complicated to explain and looked around. It truly looked like a fire hazard. Holes in the ceiling, claw marks on the walls, the cereals on the floor, ketchup on the walls along burn marks and so on…

"He is a tall one…"

Eddie said nothing, waiting.

"Was he taller than you ? I don't remember, I was lost in his eyes."

This made Eddie laugh. "You, lost in someone's eyes ?"

"Yes ! Beautiful [eye color] like… huh… I don't know."

To invite you in, he needed to clean up first and by the Gods he didn't want to. Especially since Venom would try to help but make things worse instead.

"Eddie. If we're looking for a human mate, it could be him."

"No." He said tiredly.

"Admit he was hot !"

"...No."

"Lies ! Lies ! Your pants are on fire, Eddie !"

"Alright !" He whisper-yelled, "He is hot ! Fucking handsome, even, happy ?!"

"No !! Because you made him leave ! He thinks we hate him !"

"No he doesn't."

Eddie sighed in annoyance "If you promise to help me clean up the place correctly, I promise to invite him in, alright ? Do we have a deal ?"

"Yes !"

And so they spent the next couple days cleaning up the flat and making it more comfortable and normal looking for a human, getting rid of the holes any way they could by hiding them with paint or wood planks.

During that time Eddie couldn't stop thinking of you. Wondering if you'd be happy to be invited. He began to wonder what your laugh sounded like and how big you could smile, trying to imagine it in his head while Venom was rambling.

"Do you think he's gonna like us ?"

"I don't know, Venom."

"He shall like the place ! We made it humanly welcoming !"

"I don't know if we should tell him about you yet. He might not react so well to an alien."

"When !?"

"I don't know…"

"Without me, your chances of attraction are low."

"Oh really ?"

Would it even work between the three of you ? What if he scared you ?

Once everything was cleaned up and replaced with better furniture, Eddie prepared himself. Showered, clean clothes, and freshly shaved to knock at your door.

When you opened, wind was knocked out of his lungs and Venom had to push him to make him say something. You were really something.

"I was- I was thinking, maybe you could come in for a beer or two ? I feel like we left on the wrong foot the other day." He said, looking you in the eyes. Even your eyes were beautiful to look at, Venom was right.

You agreed, closing the door behind you as you followed him to his apartment.

You spent a good hour there, drinking and laughing together until Venom had enough and decided to intervene.

"What is that !?" You yelled, jumping out of your seat and ready to throw your beer at the black gooey thing behind Eddie's back.

"Hello !"

"No ! [Name], don't !"

"I am Venom. Hello [Name]"

"It knows my name !"

"He's an alien, a symbiote. He's nice ! Please put your can down."

You slowly obeyed "Symbiote ? What is that ?"

"A living organism living in symbiosis with another species."

"An alien ?"

"You're the alien to me."

"Are you gonna eat me ?"

"No !"

"No ! Though humans are tasty."

"This doesn't help, V."

"I think I need another beer."

#male reader #m!reader #eddie brock x male reader #eddie brock #venom #venom x male reader #eddie brock imagine #marvel

[pftones3482]

"Ummm they toned down the abuse from Gabe in Percy Jackson because it's a kids show, stop being mad about it"

Ignoring the fact that it's also a children's book, let's take a look at some children's media in the last couple decades that depict parental abuse towards children that isn't physical, but still makes the abuse feel real:

1. Harry Potter. I'm loathe to even put it on here bc of how much I hate JKR, but HP DOES depict child abuse in probably one of the best ways of any modern media. As far as I can remember (correct me if I'm wrong), the Dursley's never lay a hand on Harry. But it is never even questioned if they're awful people towards Harry - they literally make him sleep in a closet.

2. Matilda. Like do I even need to explain this one? Abuse from not only her whole family (again, NONE of it physical from what I recall), but also from other authority figures. And she's not the only character who deals with parental abuse - Miss Honey is a grown adult shown to be dealing with the negative effects of an abusive parental figure.

3. Phineas and Ferb. Laugh all you want, but Doofenshmirtz's parents were genuinely awful to him. His stories are just tamed down in a way that's palpable to a much younger audience while still also being clear abuse - a young child can chuckle at his stories but STILL understand why maybe some of his stories would turn him evil.

4. Avatar the Last Airbender. Zuko's father physically disables his own son. Not to mention the constant emotional neglect and manipulation on top of it, the writers never held back on how bad his father was. Even if he hadn't scarred Zuko, he would still be a clear depiction of an abusive parent.

5. The Willoughbys. The parents are so awful that the kids literally plot to murder them. The parents abandoned them to freeze to death on top of a mountain. Enough said.

6. Percy fucking Jackson.

Percy Jackson IS a book made for kids that depicts child abuse from a parent - and not only does it depict child abuse, it depicts spousal abuse.

I know Percy doesn't know that Gabe is physically hurting Sally in the beginning of the book. But we as the audience know that Gabe DOES hurt Percy. There is not a single sign in the new show that Percy has anything more than a snarky, annoyed view of Gabe.

Gabe is supposed to be smelly and disgusting, a drunk (which, even if they can't depict that in a Disney show, you can still play around with his grossness), a slob, and a gambler. He's barely even greasy in the show. Literally they could have just had him belch a few times or eat messily and it would have given off a better impression of his character. Instead, he just quips back and forth with Percy and then later is just...whining. He's whiney. He does not ring as a man who abuses his family, emotionally OR physically, he rings as a pathetic step-dad figure who can't support himself (which is ALSO not canon, because in the book he runs an auto store! His abuse towards Sally is not for lack of money, it's just because he's a dick!!!) The fact that I think that Doof's parents in Phineas and Ferb are more overtly abusive than him on screen is actually absurd.

And Sally fell flat. Her character in the book doesn't yell literally ever - not once in the whole series can I recall her legitimately yelling at someone. Her persona is kind and gentle in the books and as for wits, she's clever, and sneaky, and cunning. She fights back with Gabe in ways that we as the audience can see, but Gabe misses because he's so dense.

Take the bean dip scene.

In the show, she basically is like "Yeah yeah I'll make the bean dip, shut up" and Gabe just whines about the sour cream while they yell at each other.

In the book? That's her bargaining chip to take the car for the weekend. That's her ticket out of the house. Bribery. Not just placating a whining husband - she bribes him in the books.

And her yelling back? Just feels so unnatural to Sally Jackson as a whole. I saw someone say she feels like Disney girl-bossed her, and they're right. She doesn't feel like Sally Jackson. She feels like just another cut and paste Disney woman who's snappy and doesn't take shit.

And to be clear - the OG Sally Jackson also didn't take shit. She was just so much more clever about it, in a way that made sure Percy never saw her actively yell. She doesn't have to be snarky and rude to get her way. Percy knows she's fighting back without physically fighting, and that's what makes her so strong. Sometimes you have to fight more with your wits and cleverness than you do with screaming and fists

(Gee...wonder what other character Percy ends up really admiring that also holds that philosophy in life?)

Anyway...all that said, stop blaming the fact that it's a children's show on Gabe's watered down personality. Children's shows/movies and family shows/movies have been depicting serious parental abuse and neglect for decades, in both realistic and more humorous ways that don't take away from the neglect. Kids can handle it, because there are kids going through it.

To say that "It's a kids show, kids shouldn't have to see that," is a disservice to the kids who need to see that, so they know that they can get away too, and they don't have to get physical to do it.

Also, this version of Gabe? Doesn't deserve to die. He's just annoying, not an asshole that scares Percy more than literal monsters do.

#pjo #percy jackson #pjo series #gabe ugliano #sally jackson #disney #yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me

[nottragic-stilltoothsome]

"Revange, please"

Summary: Although their relationship progressed lightyears past the fling that it started as, Astarion loves to be petty almost as much as he loves his new partner.

Ship: Astarion x Fem!Tav

Category: Short fluff with some (hopefuly funny) banter

Warnings: Mention of past abuse, mention of sex

With the blessing from Dolly Dolly Dolly, they could finaly revert to walking in a relaxed group, with considerable breathing room between them, instead of how they traveled from the Underdark to the Last Light's Inn - like prey animals, almost like sewn together, to make sure no one was left in the cursed darkness.

Astarion and Tav could finaly fall considerably behide.

Tav has silently hoped she would get a moment alone with her lover. She had something she wanted to talk to him about, preferably out of other's earshot. Privacy during their adventure was particularly hard to come by.

"So", she began, trying to sound nonchalantly (or at least unrehearsed). "I was thinking about our conversation from last night, about not sleeping together".

Astarion was careful not to let his face drop.

He was so naive to let himself actually belive her words yesterday. Words, that she was aparently already going back on.

He looked past many, many years of experience and genuinely trusted that she meant what she said. That she cared for more than... that. More than what everyone else always wanted from him. That she cared for him, for the person he was.

He should have known better, he should have predicted this and never made a fool of himself by telling her about all of those pathetic feelings.

He looked back at her. Her eyes hopeful, cheeks slightly flushed, as if she was embarrassed.

It was him who should be embarrassed. He was, in fact. He had to try to salvage the situation, somehow.

"Yes, my love?", he asked, but the pet name felt flat on his toungue now. He got used to meaning it. How could he mean it now? When he knew what she truly wanted, just like everybody else? "Are you getting impatient? One night of waiting was more than enough", he purred.

Tav looked at him like he was crazy.

"That's actually not what I wanted to talk about at all. It's slightly concerning that you would think that". She blinked, banishing the thought, as if making mental note to deal with that later.

Astarion looked at half-drow, expectantly.

He couldnt deny the instant, heartwarming relief that filled him to the brim.

Still, the Vampire remained cautious, unsure of her intentions.

She hesitated.

"It felt lonely, without you, last night. I was wondering, if...", Tav avoided his eyes. "If you wanted to, of course. I wanted to know..."

She could cause others psychic demage by mocking them and talk their enemies to give up without fight, but now of all times, she found herself at loss for words.

Apparently fed up with her own innability to speak, she cleared her throat and blurted out:

"If you would want to come my tent tonight. Not for sex", she clarified.

Astarion raised an eyebrow.

"What for?" He asked.

"For... Affection?"

She finaly met his gaze, in all seriousness, as if asking in a matter-of-fact tone would cause her case to be any less corny.

Tav awaited his answer.

Clearly, she was somewhat afraid he would burst out laughing, demaging her pride beyond repair.

And, of course, Astarion would not disapoint.

His laugh (albeit, unbeknownst to Tav, comming from a place of relief rather than amusement) temporarily alerted the others, which caused her cheeks to burn hotter than Karlach's engine.

"Okay, fine, fuck you, too", she wasnt really mad, but she much preferred to growl at him than to hide her face in her palms, which she saw as her only other avaible reaction.

"No, no!" Astarion rushed to say, with a sinister scheme already forming in his mind. He stopped and faced her. "I will consider it".

Tav raised her eyebrows. Vampire's grin was not a good sign for her.

"If you say please"

Tav chuckled, with a hefty dose of disbelief. She wasn't sure if he was serious.

And couldnt help but smile a little, at his audicity.

Astarion didn't elaborate, standing his ground, so she said:

"Oh, I get it. It's a revange. For the party after we saved the Grove" She made him say please then. "Begging for cuddles is much more humiliating than asking for sex" Tav complained. "The latter you can blame at a kink at least. Or flirting".

"Please, do explain to me more how I'm comming up a winner. And do stall, I'd love an audience" with his chin Astarion gestured at the group ahead, who seemed to develop an interest in the couple and why did they stop.

"Fine", Tav hissed, her entire face burning with shame. She crossed her arms on her chest and looked into his eyes, as she finaly spat out a hateful: "Please".

"I'd be happy to", the Vampire said sweetly after a prolonged pause, when he delighted in the silence left between them after her plead.

"I'm honored" Tav said, sarcasm dripping from each syllable, but she was already dropping her feigned annoyance and letting it turn into a genuine smile.

Astarion looked pretty happy, too, and not only in a sadistic way that took pleasure into seeing her all frustrated.

"Hey, Soldier!" They heard Karlach from up ahead. "You guys comming?"

Astarion and Tav caught up with the rest of the group, making their way to the camp, motivated by their plans for the night.

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x tav #karlach #astarion acunin #astarion x reader #bg3 fanfic #astarion fanfic #tav x astarion #tavstarion

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

me: don't think about it

me: Charlie going to the demon over lords like "hey look! heaven attacked and we fought and (mostly) didn't die and a sinner got yeeted up to heaven! Will you please support my (newly rebuilt) hotel now??"

(most) demon over lords looking at charlie like: shit the second most powerful person currently in hell, who was BORN with that power, is trying to fuck up the power that WE clawed our way to the top of (she's ruining it by giving sinners hope) (meaning they won't be so eager to sell themselves off to bigger demons) (meaning bigger demons will have less power) (if she has it her way they'll be fewer sinners at ALL) (which won't work) (bc this is all still Stupid) (BUT) (if the people of hell start thinking they have a chance...) AND she wants us to stick OUR necks on the line in the fight against heaven (who don't traditionally go after her or her family anyway but love hunting US) now she's also got her dad actively backing her up, so we can't just say a flat "no" or try fighting her over it, especially not since she's shown herself to be not so lame after all.... we need a way to get all of hell doubting and mistrusting her, so they don't go to her hotel thing instead of to us... but what can we use against her? what weak spot does she h-

over lords, looking over at charlie's girlfriend vaggie, and her newly returned, never-before mentioned angel wings: ......Hmmm...

charlie: trying to explain that her gf WAS an exorcist yes ok, and sure she DID kill lots of sinners but- No charlie didn't know that when they started dating but they've worked through it and vaggie- look she fought on hell's side during the hotel battle she was right there with charlie up in heaven advocating for sinners getting a second chance-

What? Yeah she, she went back to heaven that one time. No I guess she's not banished exactly, they just tore off her wings and left her to die here after she- NO she does NOT want to go back- yes ok she COULD but she doesn't WANT to, the hotel is her home now and- look she almost died fighting for it-

it wasn't a LIE, she just, she was scared and didn't tell the truth! What do you mean "can't trust your judgment"? I know her and I knew she'd have my back and she DID, the whole POINT of the hotel, which WORKS by the way, is that people can change-

NO SHE ISN'T SPYING ON US FOR HEAVEN! she hates them! no I'm not "just" saying that because "she said so" I can TELL we've been together for THREE YEARS- YES FINE SHE WAS HIDING SOMETHING FROM ME ALL THAT TIME OKAY but look at what she's done and been DOING! Yes, thank you Caramilla- she got her wings back and used them to fight for- she- WHAT?! NO! She's the hotel manager- she's OUR hotel's manager- she can't leave, that's- wh- fire her? It's her HOME! I'm her partner not her boss!! No I'm not listening to this! This is stupid- the whole hotel wouldn't even BE a thing if I hadn't MET her and it wouldn't work without her! I-

vaggie: I'll go vaggie: charlie's being modest. she's got things covered here vaggie: I'll be hell's spy in heaven, if it'll help. IF you all support the hotel.

and the overlords smile and promise-

(of course of course they will, really, it's nothing against her just a little PR issue, a matter of building trust, so naturally she'll report only to them yes? she and charlie will make a little deal not to contact each other otherwise? they're just worried, you see, wouldn't want an angel taking advantage of the princess of hell's confidence again, so glad she understands)

-nice and sharp and already watching eagerly as charlie's newfound backbone crumples while she stares at vaggie, wordless again just like up in heaven, and doesn't react when vaggie takes her hand and gives her a pleading look-

back at the hotel, alone, vaggie is swapping out her hotel vest for the clothes she was in when they met, wrinkled and crammed at the bottom of drawer, while charlie sits on their bed refusing to watch. vaggie doesn't pack for heaven. she walks over with just her spear and holds it out- here. she'll feel better, about being away, if charlie keeps this with her. charlie doesn't take it. charlie doesn't answer. charlie's crying and she latches on tight when vaggie drops the spear to hug her. she should've been able to stop this- she can't keep the hotel running on her- she doesn't WANT to TRY doing this alone-

she won't be. vaggie reminders her, lucifer and the others are all here, charlie isn't alone anymore. she's got the hotel. she's GOT this. and vaggie will come back

but she's tired of being scared and she's not gonna risk both their dream because of it. not again.

so, vaggie goes to heaven, supposedly to help sir pentious settle into his new life up there, with the help of emily to smooth things over and the fact that adam and lute swept her under the rug instead of making her fall an official thing- and considering the circumstances, emily argues, they were in the wrong anyway, especially now a sinner HAS been redeemed

meanwhile charlie stays in hell, at the hotel, without her.

and she's short tempered with worry, impatient with the everyday problems of the hotel- vaggie up in heaven with LUTE the woman who ripped out her eye ripped off her wings tried to kill her- all because charlie couldn't convince the overlords- couldn't convince (wasn't enough to convince?) vaggie to STAY- and,

the other's notice, notice that asking how things are NOW is too raw but asking about the past is easier, lighter, get's charlie lost in memory instead of on of her worry spirals, and there's flashbacks of them getting together- there's vaggie up in heaven quiet and listless as she shadows sir pentious around keeping lute at bay and he looks over at her nervously, he brings up how much he misses cherri, and how he could use a few relationship tips for when she (surely) eventually ends up here too-

charlie and vaggie, both of them apart in the present, neither of them okay, maybe vaggie's snooping up in heaven leads her to lilith and gets her in trouble- maybe charlie makes deals she regrets down in hell trying to keep things going without her- but we see them in the past, together, and them pulling on those memories now, trying to get back to each other again

or something like that.

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #future au idea? #angst #vaggie not wanting to go back to heaven so SO much but she'll do it she'll go if her being at the hotel is making things worse #charlie who knows this is a BAD IDEA. really VERY BAD #buuuuut it is actually something she can survive it turns out #and vaggie does realize the idea was dumb #and she DOES come back #and everything is FINE #THEY'LL BE #FINE #this idea doesn't work without a very happy ending ok #no #i don't care if emily has to emotionally drop kick vaggie back into hell the reunion will be very sweet

[artificial-transmutations]

Hey! I really enjoy your stories! You're very talented. For an idea, was thinking a story where a girlfriend catches her boyfriend cheating and turns the two of them into gay lovers? In any event, thanks for all the content!

Cheating never pays

"Babe, please, let me explain! It's not what it looks like!" Gus was only wearing a towel around his waist as he stood before his girlfriend, Chrissy.

Chrissy was looking at him, hands on her hips, a disappointed frown on her face. "Oh, I don't think you need to explain anything, it is exactly what it looks like!", she shouts angrily, looking over to the open bedroom door, where she could see the other woman in the bed, pulling up the blanket to cover herself.

"Look, I'm really sorry about that, but I just can't help it." Gus said. He didn't look at Chrissy while he said that. Instead, he stared at the ground, biting his lip. "It's not like I feel anything for her, too, she's just some woman!" Gus quickly added. "You just can't help it?" Chrissy was fuming now. "What are you, some kind of animal?! Is it so hard to just keep your fucking dick in your pants?" "Calm down! I'm a man, you know that, and men have needs. It's not my fault you're never 'in the mood'!" Gus shot back. The other woman had climbed out of bed by now and was getting dressed. She couldn't help but smile a little at the fact that Gus was forced to explain himself to his girlfriend - a fact that was not lost on Chrissy. "And what about you?! Are you a man, too, with 'needs' and no self-control?" she yelled at her. "Oh, I have self-control, alright. I just have needs, too, you know? Besides, I think you're exaggerating. I didn't do anything wrong here! The name is Kelly by the way. "

"Great! Nice to meet you, Kelly! Would you like something to drink while my boyfriend fucks you?! " Chrissy shouted sarcastically. Kelly had difficulties closing her blouse. It was like it was at least two sizes too small in width, but too lose in the front. "Well, I guess not, seeing as you have nothing to offer!" she retorted. "You bitch!" Chrissy shouted. "Chrissy, please!" Gus said. "Kelly is just… someone. Some bitch I picked up, there's nothing to it!" Gus tried to salvage the situation. A mistake, clearly, as Kelly turned towards the man now. "I'm just 'some bitch'? Ha! If I remember correctly, the only bitch here is you." She had given up to close her blouse now, but it wasn't necessary to be decent anymore. Her once ample breasts had completely receded into her chest now, leaving her flat-chested like a slim man. "Really", she continued, "you with your constant whining and begging and excuses. It's pretty clear who the bitch is in this relationship." With each of her sharp words, Gus felt himself get weaker and smaller. He lost some of his height, a good deal of his muscles, some of his fat even, leaving him much smaller and slimmer by the end of Kelly's sentence. Kelly however seemingly absorbed everything that Gus lost. Her height shot up a good head, giving her a commanding presence, while the blouse finally fell off her frame, leaving her naked from the waist up. Her hair receded into her head until it was just a very short buzzcut. Her muscles inflated somewhat, adding to the intimidating look that was further pronounced by her face, which lost all feminine softness, only to be replaced by raw masculinity. "Hold on now!" Chrissy interrupted. "What do you mean by relationship? Gus here is certainly not much of a man, and you're right that he is a whiny bitch. But he is my sorry little bitch! I own his ass!" As Chrissy spoke, Gus changed further. He dropped the towel, as he could feel his manhood shrink down to half its former size. His build became even more lithe as his face softened somewhat and his hair turned into a non-menacing medium cut dyed blonde. Finally, as Chrissy mentioned his ass, this asset of his expanded to a juicy plump behind. At the same time, radical changes happened to Chrissy herself. The first thing to change was an obvious and huge bulge that formed between her legs. The growing male organ audibly snapped her panties and formed an obscene tent in her skirt. Her whole build changed according to her new gender: Her hips narrowed, and her chest became a set of muscular pecs, supported by a widening frame of shoulders. Her arms also grew thicker; they looked almost brutish compared to how slender hers used to be. Lastly, her face changed. She, too, became short-haired and while her face looked somewhat more brutish and less intelligent, it made up for in determination and anger. She… he was no longer hiding his emotions, but he was living them!

The change wasn't over yet, however, and Kelly smiled broadly at the transformation. "Well, you can tell yourself that you own Gussy here, but I'm pretty sure he would love to be mine. I'm more of a man than you will ever be!" With these words, a coating of manly hair swept over Kelly's body, and she too grew a cock worthy of the true alpha man she was becoming. She had stopped caring about her modesty and had let the blanket slide to the ground, revealing her very erect and large cock to the world.

Both new muscular men glared at each other for a moment, with Gussy fearfully looking between the two clearly superior men. "What did you say your name was?" Chris rumbled. "Ken." Ken growled back. Another moment of silence followed, and the only thing that moved were Gussie’s eyes and two large, throbbing cocks. Finally, Chris broke the silence. "Fine. I guess we can share." Ken nodded happily and shouted a command to Gussy. "Hey, bitch, suck me off, pronto!" As Gussy quickly got to work on Ken's mighty cock, he could feel Chris slapping his voluptuous ass. "I want a turn, too!", he rumbled. and lined up his own cock to Gussie’s ass. All of Chris' anger from before was unloaded by the merciless pounding that followed. Quickly, he and Ken got into a rhythm spit-roasting Gussy, who was overwhelmed by the experience. Every now and then, Ken and Chris kissed over the sweaty back of Gussy and, finally, with a simultaneous groan, both came into their little bitch. The three of them stayed together, after that. For the outside world, they were a polyamorous gay relationship. Internally, however, there was a clear hierarchy. Chris and Ken were together, and they shared their little cum-dump bitch Gussy, who loved to serve both of them and had no say in how he was going to get used.

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#muscle transformation #straight to gay #female to male tf #male transformation

[causeitsagame]

SECOND/FOLLOWUP PROMPT. In case of capture, the former Remnants would be questioned about where Izuru is and where the rest of the remnants are, which of course, no one wants to reveal. Fuyuhiko lets himself get captured, because a) his pain tolerance is super high, b) he's been trained to deal with torture, c) Hajime is not being made into a lab rat AGAIN and Fuyuhiko needs to make sure of that, even if it means a world of pain. Angsty mood today! Have fun at the gardens! -xoxo hajihiko

(Torture warning, etc etc. NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED IT FROM THE PROMPT)

"Put his hand flat on the table."

Unimpressed, Fuyuhiko spread his hand flat before any of the special operatives in the interrogation chamber could force the matter. "Are we doing something with the fingernails, or lopping pieces off?"

For an answer, the officer overseeing matters lifted a broad, heavy knife.

"Sure thing," Fuyuhiko said. "Hey, Knife. Mind if I ask a favor?"

Knife grimaced at the nickname. "You've got some nerve, Remnant, to dare to ask for any mercy after what you've done to the world."

"No mercy. I'm just hoping that you can start here," Fuyuhiko said, and swapped which hand was on the table. He wiggled the new hand's pinky. "See the scar, there?"

"Yes. What of it?"

"I had that cut done when I was little. It showed me what I might be ordering on some asshole who let me down, y'know?" In the silence, Fuyuhiko wiggled the finger again and continued, "It feels like a half-finished job. So, mind starting there?"

Knife looked at his companions with a flat, irritated expression.

"It probably doesn't make much sense to start with something he's been trained to tolerate since childhood," mused Red, and ran a hand through his messy copper hair.

"Fuck it, let's do the fingernails," sighed Stain, who must have been in a rush eating lunch.

"Whatever," Fuyuhiko said airily, and met and held Knife's gaze. "You getting started any time soon, or what?"

"The man knows what he wants," Knife calmly replied, and put away his knife in a locked case. When he returned, his hands instead held thin but wickedly sharp bamboo skewers and a rubber mallet.

Well, this was gonna fuckin' suck.

"I see you understand what's about to happen to you," Knife said in the same smooth, level tones. "I want to see if you understand how it can be avoided."

Fuyuhiko held his gaze. "You'd better remind me."

"We brought down your aircraft after it attacked one of our vessels. We didn't have piloting skills or missile targeting in your dossier, suggesting that it was on autopilot."

"Yeah," Fuyuhiko freely admitted. This wasn't anything he needed to hide, and maybe they'd think twice about going after the others. "Kazuichi had a hell of a program in that thing. It was fun to watch it work."

"And while you were holding our attention, the rest of the Remnants vanished. Where?"

"You said it yourself: I'm holding your attention, dumbfucks." Fuyuhiko grinned lopsidedly. His head already felt fuzzy and distant as he prepared himself for the agony to come. "Why would I tell you where they went, now?"

He didn't actually know where his friends had gone, but it was best if these assholes thought he did. There'd be more pain, that way.

"Very well," Knife said, and motioned for his companions to hold Fuyuhiko in place. "Just remember: you know how to make this stop at any time."

Nodding, Fuyuhiko tensed his core muscles in anticipation. They'd really have to work to get screams out of him. As the first skewer was lifted, he pictured sobbing faces on Jabberwock pleading for him not to go. The mallet struck, and the memory exploded into raw agony and loud, screeching static.

Fuyuhiko gritted his teeth and threw back his head as black-and-white nothing scoured through him. All thought cut out momentarily like a broken television channel. But he hadn't screamed.

Knife waited a few seconds longer, nodded, and reached for the second skewer.

This time, Fuyuhiko pictured Sonia. She actually knew how to operate heavy machinery, she'd argued. She might be able to put up more of a fight before they caught her. But she wasn't trained for what came after, not like him. That was so inarguable that it'd stopped her in her tracks, and soft, frustrated crying served as her good-bye.

The mallet struck again, and Sonia also exploded into static.

Ten fingers equaled ten memories to hold onto before the mallet hit. As Fuyuhiko was thrown physically into his holding cell, having to catch himself with bleeding, raw fingertips, he was proud of himself for not mentioning a single one of those memories to the interrogators. The hardest part was over, now.

Three hours into sleep, a jolt of music woke him. Whatever godawful song they'd picked, the volume was loud enough to thrum through the metal walls and flooring like an approaching earthquake. Sleep deprivation. A classic, and not a bad technique to try against most people.

But most people hadn't dealt with Ibuki Mioda's discography for years on end.

Fuyuhiko moved his pillow so it looked like he was trying to block the noise. In actuality, he wanted to hide his face. On future nights, they'd surely crank the volume to a level that even he couldn't tolerate, but for now, he wanted to hide the fact that he could still sleep.

The next day brought electricity. "Not very good at this, are you?" Fuyuhiko coughed after Stain slammed a fist against his chest, and he felt his heart's irregular rhythm steady out. "Don't get it that close to my heart, dumbass."

"Noted. You're the torture expert, after all," Knife levelly agreed.

"Huh. Yeah, you guys aren't supposed to do this kinda stuff, are ya?" Fuyuhiko wondered. His smile up at Knife was knowing, hungry. "Or is that what 'good' does, now?"

Knife's hand flexed around the sparking wire it held. "Officially, you should be put on trial. But unofficially, we shot your plane down and killed you. You have zero advocates who will argue otherwise, and an entire planet full of people who won't care what we had to do to find the rest of the Remnants. Talk."

"I'm not gonna be able to talk if you stop my heart again."

"True," Knife airily agreed, and gestured at one of Fuyuhiko's mangled hands. Red obligingly poured water over the raw, bloody tips, and left enough on the table to form a small puddle under them. "We'll keep the flow well away from your chest, now."

This was gonna fuckin' suck, too.

Fuyuhiko clenched his jaw as he remembered Peko grimly accepting his plan. She'd been the one who held onto Hajime, and kept him from coming after the plane. While Hajime could easily have thrown her off, seeing Peko of all people accepting Fuyuhiko's imminent capture and torture broke through his outrage. This is how it has to be, Peko's agonized expression said. Respect his decision. He's made it. He understands.

The wire touched his mutilated flesh, and memory again exploded into agonized static.

After a week of pain, it was time for another conversation. "You don't have to tell us right where the other Remnants went," Knife said in a disturbingly friendly voice. "If you can point out some past hideouts they might use, we can send people to look for clues. Why not think about that as option? You wouldn't be selling them out, but we'd count that as cooperation."

"...Catacombs beneath Paris," Fuyuhiko said with feigned reluctance. That meant nothing to them, now, but Mikan and Gundham had used them like a biohazard stockpile before three generations of deliberately infected vermin exploded onto the city streets. There'd be all sorts of evidence for these assholes to dig through, and ideally, some leftover rats to gnaw on them while they did.

(And more importantly, there was absolutely no way the Remnants had fled to Paris.)

Four days later, Fuyuhiko awoke to Knife backhanding him. "Not Paris," Knife said. His eyes glinted in the darkness. "Give us a better suggestion."

Fuck. Fuyuhiko should have been awake for that. That jolt of pain was a missed opportunity. "Can't seem to remember anywhere else," he said, and wiped away blood from the lip Knife had split. "You'll have to help me remember."

"…Very well."

And so the pain began again. What memories Fuyuhiko had of love and friendship exploded into agonized static, over and over and over.

But each night when they threw his increasingly battered form back into his cell, Fuyuhiko smiled. He'd done it. He'd held their attention. And since they hadn't broken him right at the beginning, that meant that he'd won.

When he was younger, his father had taught him a very useful technique. It was one thing to simply suppress knowledge, his father explained. With tremendous pain tolerance, as men like them must develop, even the most valuable knowledge could be protected until help arrived.

What if help would not arrive in time, though? What if the knowledge would cause great harm if it could actually be carved out of them and handed to their enemies? Then, Fuyuhiko's father explained, they must go a step further. They must turn their enemies' own attempts at torture against them.

With tremendous self-control and dedicated practice, sufficient amounts of pain could be used to rewire memories. His father explained that when he'd been tortured, he pictured the shifting glint of sunlight on their backyard pond. So much pain running through him took his mind to its absolute capacity. Picturing something else—instead of the demanded information—let his brain latch onto that replacement image, instead.

Instead of pushing the memories down into some hidden safebox, enough pain could be used to scour them clean. It took enormous practice with controlling one's thoughts, and even more with suppressing pain, but dangerous knowledge could be treated like mere tinder: set alight. Abandoned. Destroyed.

Fuyuhiko had tried picturing sunlight on water, as his father had, but that hadn't worked for him. He'd found success with picturing television static, instead. And now, each time Knife and his crew tried to torture him, they were helping him to burn away another memory that was too dangerous to hold onto.

Staring up at the ceiling, Fuyuhiko did wonder where all those people had gone. It was good that he didn't know. They'd stay safe, this way.

He didn't remember much about the group, any more.

But he must have really cared about them.

#Anonymous #my fic #fic prompts

[yuanmir]

[20:07]

summary. roommate to lovers. (sfw) warning. none. note. i have a hyperfixation on eren and created this blog for the sole purpose of satiate my thirst of fluffy eren. word count. 1.3k

EREN JAEGER — ROOMMATES 

Being roommates with Eren wasn’t as bad as some -jean- made it out to be. Although his anger issues were indeed a hassle to deal with, he just became silent to you. Choosing to calm himself before talking it out with you. Plus, he always did the house chores for two weeks as an apology. 

Being roommates with Eren was nice. He was an excellent cook, did his chores accordingly and respected your privacy. However, being roommates with Eren meant seeing his friends almost every day. Apparently, out of everyone in his friend group, yours and Eren’s flat was the biggest — thanks to you—. It wasn’t horrible, Eren did send out a text two hours before they came over or told you the day beforehand. And gradually, you started to open up to his friends.

Jean and Connie saw you as a kind soul that had to live with the crazy monster (“ you’re an angel for putting up with that maniac.” — jean). His childhood friends, Mikasa and Armin, were very welcoming. Although it was mostly them telling you all the embarrassing stuff Eren did as a child and said boy blushing and yelling at them to stop. 

A few of his friends were respectful and kind toward you. Sasha emptying your fridge, Annie and Historia helping you wash the dishes. Reiner and Bertholdt laugh at Eren and Jean as they have their usual fights.

It made your once lonely home full of energy. 

Being roommates with Eren was life changing. 

━━━━

Being roommates with Eren meant slowly falling in love with him. His intimidating emerald eyes, his silky dark brown hair which stops at his shoulders— which you have no idea how he’s able to keep them in perfect condition when he’s using a three in one—. He was sculpted by a god, you were sure. And oftentimes you’ve found yourself sculpting his face during your class only to get teased by Mrs. Pieck. 

However, you could never grasp his traits. Even if you stayed the night trying, it felt somehow incomplete. Sometimes it was the eyes, other times the nose and it wasn’t until the first rays of the sun that you found yourself on the thirteenth try. 

Coming back home, you’d be greeted by Eren giving you a cup of well deserved coffee. Ruffling your hair before going on his morning jog. You smiled at the plate of your favorite food waiting for you as well as a ‘ don’t force yourself’ note with a messily drawn smiling emoji. 

A laugh escaping your lips, shaking your head at the silliness of the message. The small act reminding you of why you fell in love with Eren.

━━━━

Being roommates with you makes Eren forget how to breathe. It started slow at first, thinking it was because he spent all his time with, he started to confuse his feelings. But the face you make when focused on an assignment, the adorable smile you’d have whenever you saw a video of a cat, the mesmerizing laugh you’d let out whenever Mikasa and Armin tell you another stupid thing Eren did as a child. 

Eren began to second doubt his feelings. Maybe he didn’t want to just be friends, maybe he wanted to be something more. These thoughts and wants were the reason he stayed up late, imagining it was you instead of the pillow. Your arms around his chest, your hair tickling his skin. Your breaths burning his skin. Eren groans. He was acting like a teenager with a crush. 

“ fuck..” he mutters in the darkness of his room. 

Maybe he does have a crush on you.

Being roommates with you turned Eren into a puppy. Whenever you would go out together for shopping or to the uni, he would trail behind you holding the shopping bags or your art supplies. He would glare at anyone who was looking at you weirdly. 

His friends of course noticed his behavior. 

Of course they wouldn’t be his friends if they didn’t help him. But they first teased him at every chance they got, even in front of you. Jean laughed his ass off when he found out (unfortunately for Eren, he was the first to find out). 

From accidentally forgetting the day they were supposed to hang out, leaving you and Eren alone to asking you about your type (and having to deal with a depressed Eren and a flustered Armin, because apparently you liked blond. — Eren almost dyed his hair blond had Annie and Connie not stopped him).

Thankfully— or not? — for Eren, you were aware of this little charade and was greatly amused. You returned his feeling of course, it has been for a long time. But you didn’t know when he started to return them.

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It was a saturday. 

Today was the day Eren would ask you out. Supposedly he was at his American football training, but he lied so could surprise you. He brought some flowers, a bouquet made of dahlia and a couple of hydrangea. Thanks to Historia and Mikasa — and a hell of changing into multiple outfits—, he was dressed up for the occasion. 

Inhaling a breath, he checked himself in the hallway mirror, muttering a small ‘you can do it’ to himself. Knocking on your studio’s door, he waited. Sounds of chair scraping and rushed footsteps halted when the door opened. 

And there you were, even with clay plastered on your face, you somehow still looked as beautiful as everyday. You were confused at the flowers in his hands and his dressed up self, a pang of hurt clawing at your heart. You pushed it deep inside, ignoring it to the fullest extent. 

Eren smiled at you, “hey.”

“hi.” 

You stood there, staring at each other's faces. A blush on both of your faces, Eren coughed. “Can I come inside..?” you snapped out of your trance, repeating a series of ‘yeah, yeah sure’. 

Closing the door behind him, horror struck you. Before he came in, you were on a ‘ try to make another Eren to somehow calm my delusional self’ marathon. The sculpture wasn’t finished, but it was detailed enough for anyone who knew the crazy maniac to recognize his face. You prayed your talent was trash enough for him not recognize his own self.

“ Is that me?” fuck.

“About that..” You hide the blush on your cheeks with a hand, you ramble on about how it was a coincidence and you certainly did not make his face on a daily basis. Eren was relieved, you at least were interested in his looks. 

It was risky, he wasn’t sure if you view him in a romantic way. But he took the risk.

“Babe.” 

You went quiet. A staring contest between you two, until Eren exploded into red. “Sorry. I- I don’t know why i said that—”

“Please go out with me.” 

“Huh”

“....” it was your turn to be all flustered. And there you were, two idiots who were too flustered to talk as they did just confessed to each other in a stupid way. If anyone saw that they would be cringing, honestly who would confess like that? Stupid you, stupid sculpture who didn’t want to look like the love of your life—

“The order is a bit wrong, but,” Eren stops your train of thoughts, extending the bouquet of flowers toward you with a smile on his face. Your hand twitches, you wanted to sculpt this beauty of a man.

“ Yes, I would like to go out with you.” 

A beat, then two and your heart was beating so loud you were sure he must’ve heard it. A smile broke out and you rushed over to hug him. Hiding your face who was heating up by the second. 

Eren was surprised but still hugged back nonetheless. 

“ So about the sculpture.” He was never letting you live it down. 

—© yuanmir. 2023

#ೃ⁀✎ writing #⋆｡˚ ❀. (fluff) #eren yeager x gn reader #eren jaeger x reader #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger x y/n #attack on titans fluff #attack on titans x y/n fluff #attack on titans x y/n #eren jaeger x y/n fluff #eren jaeger x reader fluff #eren jaeger #eren yaeger

[atinytease08]

Accident with consequences...[P.J]

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SUMMERY - You weren't a commonly disliked person but for some reason you can't seem to make him like you, so you decide to deny your feelings and hate him, just like he hates you. But when you got involved in a car accident, everything changed. In emergencies even the biggest enimies can become friends...or even more?

GENRE - enemies to lovers, college au, smut

WARNINGS - car accident, some mentionings of blood, smut ;)

NOTES - ///

"Oh, wow...", you huffed and rolled your eyes when you saw the list that was laying infront of you.

"What am I supposed to say?", he hissed and combed through his silky hair with his fingers,"Now I'm stuck with you.

You sighed.

Park Jongseong, or Jay as everyone called him, wasn't very fond of you and had absolutely no intentions of hiding it. You didn't know why and to be honest it really hurt at times since you actually really liked him in the beginning.

But you knew you deserved better than an asshole like him, so you decided to keep your feelings to yourself and lock them away. Now, instead of your love, there was a forced hatred that filled its place.

Although ypu tried to keep your distance, It was just your luck that your teacher decided to team you up for the upcoming project. Since you weren't going to work with your friends most of the time in the future, your teacher wanted you to learn how to work with strangers which made sense, although you still didn't want to work with Jay.

"Don't be such a bitch about it. This project counts 30% of our final grade so I don't really care what you do, but I need to get a good grade.", you practically spat back.

"You don't think I want to get a good grade?", he rolled his eyes, "You're the one annoying me."

"What? No, you started!"

"Not true."

"You little-"

Sometimes you just wanted to twist his fucking head off.

But you were in college and not kindergarden after all so you didn't see why you should have to deal with his behaviour.

"Doesn't matter. When are you free to start?", you asked, pushing your anger aside. It wasn't easy being the bigger person.

"Tomorrow after classes?", he asked and you nodded.

"We can go to my place. There no one can interrupt or bother us.", he winked.

"The hell is wrong with you...", you mumbled. You didn't want to admit how much his simple words affected you, so you looked away to hide the blush that crept up your cheeks.

You weren't falling for him. It's just that his sudden statement caught you off guard. Yeah, that must be it...right?

"Fine, my roommate is too noisy anyways, she wouldn't leave us alone..."

"Then see you tomorrow.", he said in his annoyed voice as he got up and left.

You furrowed your brows. You really couldn't tell what he was thinking and why he was acting like this.

"What is his deal anyways..."

[..]

You had packed your stuff and left your dorms as you were now on your way to Jays flat. He had sent you the adress and simply by the location of it, you could tell that he had money.

"Of course he's rich...", you rolled your eyes. You looked at your phone one last time before crossing the green light.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a car started speeding towards you. You were caught like a deer in head lights.

You had seen this multiple times before in movies, the main character freezes in place everytime and you had wondered but now you could finally understand why.

You tried to move, your thoughts kept yelling at you, but anxiety took over, making your body not move an inch.

Everything suddenly was in slow motion as the car hit you. You flew through the air, hitting the cold ground underneath.

You could taste blood and your whole body ached. Someone was calling out for you but before you could make out who it was, your mind started slipping away.

[...]

You slowly opened your eyes, the bright light causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

"Y/n, you're awake!", you heard your roomate saying.

You turned your head to look at her.

"What happened?"

Your throath was as dry as a desert.

"Some asshole speeded because he thought he could still cross over while it was green although it was red! I swear to god, if I catch him-", she held her fist in the air, "Can you believe it?! He just drove away and left you there! I'm so glad there was a wittness who called an ambulance!"

You smiled at her softly.

"Let me just get a doctor!"

Like that she got up and left. After some minutes she came back with another two people following her.

"Ah, I see you're awake.", the doctor smiled, "How are we feeling?"

"To be honest, I just have a bad headache right now..."

"You were lucky, you know? You somehow managed to get away with some small wounds and cuts but nothing too serious.", the doctor explained,"Just get a good rest, just in case anything happens, we are still keeping you here until tomorrow."

You nodded and thanked her, before she left you alone with your roommate.

"I'm so glad it's nothing too serious!", she exclaimed.

"Same..."

"I'm just going to let you rest, I'm going to pick you up tomorrow and drive you home.", she winked at you and you looked at her in awe.

"Naw, thank you! You're an angel~", you said,"See you tomorrow!"

[...]

Three days had passed since the accident and you were as good as new, except for the fact that it was going to take a while for you to be able to enter a car. Well...

You were sitting on your bed, as a wave of guilt overcame you. You hadn't been able to cancel your meeting with Jay but you also couldn't text him because your phone broke when the car hit you.

You knew it wasn't your fault and yet you felt responsible for not helping him with the project. You were the one warning him to not be lazy in the first place, although you ended up not doing anything.

"Y/n?", you suddenly heard your roommate say.

"Yeah?"

"I've been calling you four times already!"

"Oh, sorry...I was lost in my thoughts...", you smiled at her apologizing.

"Don't worry 'bout it. Just wanted to tell you that dinner is ready if you're hungry."

"Thanks."

She wanted to leave but then hesitated. You furrowed your brows.

"Is something wrong?", you asked.

"Well, I was just wondering...Who was that guy in the hospital? Do you have a boyfriend or something?"

"What?!", you snorted in disbelief,"What guy?"

"There was a guy- Quite tall, dark brown middle part, sharp nose and jawline, kinda hot..."

The more she described him, the clearer the picture of who she was talking about became.

But it couldn't be, could it?!

"I think he was the one who called the ambulance. He was by your side the whole time until shortly before you woke up."

"You're kidding, right?!"

"I'm not", she shrugged,"He seemed very concerned about you..."

"Sorry, I think dinner has to wait, I need to talk to a specific person.", you said hastily as you jumped up and started getting ready.

"Okayy, just text me if you're going to stay at his place~", she winked at you teasingly causing you to roll your eyes to hide your deep blush.

"Oh, come on!"

Without giving much thought to it, you grabbed your things and left.

Had Jay really been the one who called an ambulence? Had he really been the one who was by your side the whole time and cared for you?

You ran as fast as you could to Jay's flat. It was already quite late, but still, you hoped that he was home.

When you stood in front of his door, you knocked until someone finally opened.

When you saw him, you couldn't believe your eyes. His dark hair was wet and messy, single strands falling into his face, he was wearing a tanktop, a towl was laying over his shoulder. On top of that was he wearing his shorts which matched perfectly.

His outfit was simple yet it made you loose your mind.

Whe he saw you, he leaned onto the door frame and looked you up and down.

"Y/n, I think you're about three days too late for our meeting.", he scoffed,"What are you doing here?"

Maybe you were stupid and it hadn't been him, but before you could let your doubt take over, your mouth started talking.

"I-I came to thank you..."

He furrowed his brows.

"Come in", he demanded and turned around. You took off your shoes and followed him quietly until you both were sat on his couch.

"As I said, I came here to thank you.", you repeated. His dark eyes were staring right into yours, making your heart skip a beat,"My roommate told me you were the one who called an ambulance..."

"It was just a coincidence, I just came back from the grocery store around the corner and happened to wittness it", he shrugged.

"Then why did you stay with me the whole night? You didn't have to..."

"What would you do if someone was hit by a car and no one showed up for you?", he rolled his eyes,"And besides, I still need you for our project."

Just why was he acting like this?

"So, you did this because you were being selfish?", you asked anger and disappointment bubbling up inside you. If tears wouldn't have filled your eyes, you would have seen how his gaze softned.

Jay had always confused you since the second you met. He pretended to hate you, yet sometimes he did things that made you question that. Normally you couldn't care less about his moodswings but right now you were just feeling so vulnerable, you didn't know if you could take it right now.

"Yes."

This was enought to let the tears stream down your face.

"You're such an asshole, you know?! I'm a human too! I can't beliebe I loved someone like you...", you breathed the last sentence rather to yourself than to him although he still caught what you said.

"You what?!-"

"What did I ever do to you? Why do you keep confusing me and keep treating me like that?!", you yelled. You were so caught up with your feelings and thoughts, you didn't realise his astonished expression.

"Why do you hate me so much, Jay-"

"I don't."

You froze. What did he just say?

"W-What?"

"You heard me. I don't hate you. To be honest it's even quite the opposite..."

All the colour left your face.

"What are you saying? Is this a prank? You having a crush on me?"

"Not just a crush I would say...I-I didn't know what to do...I'm so sorry, Y/n for having you treated like this, it's just..."

You moved closer to him, your tears had stopped but your confusion just grew. Jay started chewing on his lower lip before he continued.

"You know Jake?"

You nodded.

"He told me he liked you..."

Silence.

"So?", you asked after few seconds of collecting your thoughts.

"He's my best friend! I can't just betray him and steal the girl he likes!", he explained,"He didn't know about my feelings for you though..."

Your mouth was slightly agape as you blankly stared at him. You were speechless.

"Jay, I don't even know Jake! In all these months, he hadn't made a single move towards me!", you started,"What do you feel? You can't just put his feelings over yours..."

"I love you."

Your heart stopped for a second.

"I really really do love you Y/n, but..."

"Jay, you're the one I love, not Jake...If he really was your best friend he would accept and support you feelings just like you did with him for all this time!"

He inched closer without you noticing.

"I understand you, it's not an easy decision..."

"It really isn't", he admitted. His gaze was laying on you, switching between your eyes and his.

"But Jay, you-"

"Oh, just shut up and let me kiss you already~"

He suddenly moved forward and crashed his lips onto yours. Within seconds you were laying underneath him on his couch, feeling his soft lips move against yours as if you were made for eachother.

It felt amazing.

After all these months of having to suppress your feelings and having your crush tre-t you like shit, you finally had something that showed how the fight paied off.

Although it still wasn't okay what he did, you just didn't care enough to even think about that. Love is blind, as they say.

"I really tried to push you away, but it made my cravings even worse...I don't think I can hold back anymore~"

"Please, don't hold back~", you whispered.

Your hands found their way to the back of his head as you buried your hands in his hair to pull him in again.

This time the kiss was wilder, more passionate. You had never felt anything that could even compete with this feeling.

"You don't know how long i've been waiting for this~", he mumbled in your ear as he slipped his hand slowly under your shirt. His long lanky fingers left hot burning traces all over your skin, making it tingle.

His hand found his way to your breast where he softly started to massage it trough the thick fabric of your bra, while his other hand trapped you between it and the back of his couch.

"Ngh, Jay...", you whimpered. His touch made you feel butterflies in your stomach and you couldn't help but want more of it.

He sat down on you, his clothed dick directly over your cunt, before he got rid of his shirt. You inspected his body and let's just say...It was better than you could have ever imagined. The clothes he usually wore somehow managed to hide his lean yet prominent muscles so you had actually assumed he was rather the skinny type.

You let your hand wander over his soft skin, letting your fingers run over his sensitive nipple. As soon as you touched his bud, he breathed out sharply.

"Y/n, now it's your turn.", he said dominantly and before you could even think, he somehow grabbed your waist, pulling you up and sliding underneath you, so your positions were switched.

You were now sitting on his dick, feeling his errection through the fabric of his pants, his growing bulge.

You quickly got up and stripped, getting rid of your shirt and pants, leaving you in your black lace panties and nude bra only.

You were a bit embarassed if you were honest. If you had known how your visit would have ended, you would have worn a matching, prettier set of underwear, but as you tried to strip as arousing as you could, you noticed that Jay couldn't care less about you underwear. The way his eyes hungryly pierced into you, made you feel some type of way.

You had his attention– And only you.

You walked over to him and started to undo his belt.

"Mhh, ready?", you asked as you played with the hem of his underwear. He nodded eagerly and not even a minute later, you pulled down his remaining clothes, revealing his big dick.

You had never thought you would ever see one so beautiful. The tip was red, a vein pulsating on its side. You could only anticipate what it would feel like inside of you.

Carefully, you wrapped your hand around his lengh, which caused him to let out a sharp sigh.

After studying his furrowed expression, you started moving your hand up and down, sometimes even applying pressure to his tip with your thumb.

"Ngh, Y/n~ How are you so good at this?", he chuckled between his whimpers and moans, "Innocent much, huh?"

You grinned sheepishly. Even in this situation he couldn't stop teasing you. Maybe this was even one of the reasons you felt drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

"Y-Y/n", he whispered. Only then, you saw the precum leaking out of his tip, the beads running down his lengh, making going up and down even smoother like lube.

"In the cupboard, second drawer.", he said and you immediately got it. You got up and quickly pulled out a condom. You unpacked it and put it over him.

You noticed, everytime you touched him or you felt him, your body tensed up. By now, your panties were soaking wet.

"What are you waiting for?~", he sat up, and pulled you onto his lap,"You prepared me so well, now it's your turn, babygirl..."

He softly laied you down on the couch, before he put his fingers in your mouth for you to wet them. Your tongue playfully moved around every single one of them and when he pulled them out, you could see threads of saliva.

Soon, you could feel him pushing one, then two fingers inside of you. You gasped.

Your hands automatically buried themselves in his silky dark hair, tugging a bit at it. He seemed to really enjoy it.

"Want me to make you feel good?"

You whimpered as a response, when he started moving his fingers.

"I want you...", you whined, only getting a chuckle from him.

"But you already have me, baby. I'm right here."

"N-No, I want you~"

"I see...Begging already? What happened to the feisty girl from before?", he teased. His free hand moved to you face and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

"You look so beautiful, my pretty girl."

You couldn't help but blush at his comment.

"Time to give you what you deserve."

And with that, he pulled his fingers out, but instead placed his tip at your entrance, slowly rubbing it, before carefully pushing his cock inside.

Your hands went from his hair to his muscular back, scratching his skin from the overwhelming sensation.

At first it hurt, but because of his preparation and the sensitiveness in his touch, this pain soon turned into pure pleasure.

The feeling of him filling you out completely made you go insane and when he pulled out just to thrust into you again, you couldn't hold in your moans any longer.

"You sound so beautiful...", he complimented you,"Taking me so well, such a good girl."

You loved the way he talked to you. His raspy voice and pet names mixed with his moans of pleasure were like music in your ears.

After a while, he started picking up the pace, your lewd noises and the sound of your naked skin slapping onto each other filled the room. Your nails digged deep into his skin but he didn't even seem to care.

His hands were holding onto your hips, trying to reach deeper each time while hitting your sweet spot.

"Does it feel good? Mh?", he cooed. You nodded.

"Ngh, Jay~ I-I'm cu-cumming!", you screamed. The knot inside you tightened, until, within seconds, it released. Your climax felt amazing, him riding it out, the overstimulation driving you crazy.

Seconds later, just from seeing your slick spread all over his dick and hearing your forbidden noises, he came too.

Jay pulled out of you and threw his head back. Still trying to catch his breath. Then he bowed down and gave you on last passionat kiss before whispering:

"I love you, Y/n~"

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[mariana-oconnor]

The Missing Three Quarter pt 2

Back to the rugby players.

It argues the degree in which I had lost touch with my profession that the name of Leslie Armstrong was unknown to me.

I told you Watson had forgotten all his medical knowledge. In the last story he didn't even prescribe brandy. smh

Yet even without knowing his brilliant record one could not fail to be impressed by a mere glance at the man, the square, massive face, the brooding eyes under the thatched brows, and the granite moulding of the inflexible jaw. A man of deep character, a man with an alert mind, grim, ascetic, self-contained, formidable—so I read Dr. Leslie Armstrong.

Obligatory reblog of Watson's horny descriptions. He's having a moment.

“I have heard your name, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and I am aware of your profession, one of which I by no means approve.”

Sorry, Watson. Looks can be deceiving. Obviously we must immediately hate him for this point of view. It is demanded.

"At the present moment, for example, I should be writing a treatise instead of conversing with you.”

Oh fuck you and your self-important nonsense. A guy is missing. You're either a pompous arsehole or you're involved. Yeah, yeah. You're renowned throughout Europe.

“He is an intimate friend of mine.” “You are aware that he has disappeared?” “Ah, indeed!” There was no change of expression in the rugged features of the doctor.

Yeah, he knows something. Look, this guy is terrible. He's just the worst. I hate him. Godfrey has some terrible friends and a terrible relative. I hope he's run off somewhere with someone who appreciates him and cares about his interests and his well-being.

A pompous butler ushered us severely to the door, and we found ourselves in the street. Holmes burst out laughing.

I agree, he is ridiculous. Also how pompous must the butler be to be described as pompous after meeting that man?

“It's been out three hours,” said Holmes; “started at half-past six, and here it is back again. That gives a radius of ten or twelve miles, and he does it once, or sometimes twice, a day.” “No unusual thing for a doctor in practice.”

Watson, let's face it, you don't know what's usual for a doctor in practice. Your carriage went out in the middle of the night and didn't return for a week. You are an anomaly and should not be counted.

"I do not know whether it came from his own innate depravity or from the promptings of his master, but he was rude enough to set a dog at me. Neither dog nor man liked the look of my stick, however, and the matter fell through. Relations were strained after that..."

Were they? How unexpected. I've made all my best friends after they've threatened to set a dog on me and I've threatened to beat them with a stick. If you can't be friends after that, how do you even make friends at all?

"...but, now that I find he keeps so keen a look-out upon anyone who may follow him on these excursions, the affair appears more important, and I shall not be satisfied until I have made the matter clear.”

Doctor Armstrong is really bad at dealing with this all. I know Holmes has made admiring comments a few times, but really the man should have shown some concern over his 'intimate friend' going missing, and he shouldn't have piqued Holmes' interest about his carriage ride. He should have just gone someone entirely mundane that it would be completely reasonable for him to go multiple times a day, and left it at that.

"You are not familiar with Cambridgeshire scenery, are you? It does not lend itself to concealment. All this country that I passed over to-night is as flat and clean as the palm of your hand..."

Can vouch for this. Have driven through Cambridgeshire on numerous occasions. Very flat.

'Meanwhile, I can inform you that no spying upon me can in any way help Mr. Godfrey Staunton, and I am convinced that the best service you can do to that gentleman is to return at once to London and to report to your employer that you are unable to trace him.'

I assume from this that Godfrey doesn't want his uncle to find him. My best bet at this moment is that he's got a girlfriend his uncle wouldn't approve of, who is ill perhaps? idk. I'm clutching at straws right now.

“No, no, my dear fellow, there is no cause for alarm. It is not upon this occasion the instrument of evil, but it will rather prove to be the key which will unlock our mystery. On this syringe I base all my hopes."

Holmes, that statement really is not as reassuring as you think it is.

When we descended I followed Holmes into the stable yard, where he opened the door of a loose-box and led out a squat, lop-eared, white-and-tan dog, something between a beagle and a foxhound.

PUPPY!

And on the side of good? Watson's not going to have to shoot this one?

Who's the best boy in this story? Such a good boy, Pompey! Such a good boy.

I caught a glimpse of Dr. Armstrong within, his shoulders bowed, his head sunk on his hands, the very image of distress.

Ah, so he does have emotions other than arrogance. How unexpected.

A woman, young and beautiful, was lying dead upon the bed. Her calm, pale face, with dim, wide-opened blue eyes, looked upward from amid a great tangle of golden hair.

So I may not have been that far off the mark with a relationship that his uncle would not approve of with a sick woman.

“You are a good fellow,” said he. “I had misjudged you. I thank Heaven that my compunction at leaving poor Staunton all alone in this plight caused me to turn my carriage back, and so to make your acquaintance."

Nope, sorry. Still don't like you. I get you were a dick to try and protect your friend, good for you. Cool motive, still an arsehole. You can still be nice to people you're lying to. You don't have to be a dick. It might even help you throw them off the scent.

...or is it worse to be nice in order to manipulate people instead of just letting them know you're being an arsehole?

I guess he's not actually a terrible friend. He's just bad at acting. He might as well have put a sign on his forehead saying 'I am suspicious'.

"A year ago Godfrey Staunton lodged in London for a time, and became passionately attached to his landlady's daughter, whom he married. She was as good as she was beautiful, and as intelligent as she was good."

I'd like to register how impressed I am that 'intelligent' makes the list of her virtues at all, even if it is third. That is probably just my cynicism talking, though.

"But at last there came a terrible blow in the shape of dangerous illness to his wife. It was consumption of the most virulent kind."

Of course it was consumption. If a beautiful, kind young woman in this era died of a terrible illness it was always consumption.

Or brain fever, I guess.

"The result was that he came straight away in a state bordering on frenzy, and has remained in the same state, kneeling at the end of her bed, until this morning death put an end to her sufferings. That is all, Mr. Holmes, and I am sure that I can rely upon your discretion and that of your friend.”

Well this is just a very tragic story. And it might not even have been a story if Holmes had just told Dr Armstrong that he wasn't working for Godfrey's uncle in the first place. Although Dr Armstrong seemed determined to dislike him from the start.

Very sad. And Godfrey can't even tell his friends on the rugby team why he wasn't there without risking his uncle finding out.

But we got to meet Pompey, so that was a good thing. I hope he got lots of treats after working so hard.

#Letters from Watson #The Missing Three Quarter #Sherlock Holmes #long post

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ok honestly, how does this not sound like a jimin anti?

it’s funny that people’s first assumption is that jungkook lied to jimin just like how it was assumed he told jimin he was busy and not to go see him when jimin was the one who went to an event on jungkook’s birthday then went live.

all these times he could’ve gone to see jungkook if he was indeed doing nothing. but you are all just dying to have something to hate jk over.

and tbh this kind of annoys me about jikook and have for years, like they always downplay their (assumed) friendship. if you're best friends why not act like it? like honestly. makes it hard to defend their friendship when they themselves downplay it.

and idc about any sort of ~privacy argument, who the fuck is private about a friendship with their own member

also makes no sense for jimin to post that picture on instagram which was posted for FANS not for jungkook then for him to come on live and imply he hasn't seen jungkook because he's busy (when jungkook now said he wasn't).

he posted a pic to show they're close but then comes on live to imply the opposite? ok.

in the past they’d do or say something that would make it obvious how close they are (at least good friends) but not so much these days. i’m just tired of the weirdness.

i always said (to myself) if they were acting as proper best friends at least it would be easier for me to not be delusional. but are we really expected to believe that jimin would fly to the us for jk’s debut when he didn’t have to but he can’t make it on his bday when jk is doing nothing?

like he could’ve said he’ll go see him soon or something if he felt fans would call him out on them not meeting on jk’s bday for the first time since they’ve known each other?

why would he come on live repeating that it’s jk bday and fans should wish him a happy bday when he himself wouldn’t go see him when that makes no sense? it’s just annoying.

them pretending the us trip never happened when it’s right in front of us and everyone knows about it, them also pretending jk never did the bg vocals on letter like why?

did jimin not give jk a copy of face or is he keeping it somewhere else for some unknown reason?

jimin refusing to do a live for who knows what reason but now he wants to copy the kind of lives jk has been doing. none of this weirdness ever happens with any of the members.

and I knew for a fact when jimin showed his flat all the tkkers will try to push dating rumours. so if he wants to do more lives we have that to look forward to even more. yay🙄

Look anon, Mimi had addressed all of this when they had written these posts already with explanations of what they intended. As they've said before their frustration was geared towards the expected reaction to jkks words from the fandom (which was always to downplay their relationship) which seeped into their interpretation of jkk. Yeah, it could have been worded better but it was written in a heated moment, something they're already aware of.

Whether we like to admit it or not, staying hyper aware of fandom discourse can colour how we interact with the members and their words and the anticipation of the discourse that'll steep out of it can sometimes makes us almost hold it against the member themselves than the group of rabid fans hellbent on twisting their words. I still remember when I was at a point where I got frustrated with Tae a while back because the expected discourse from his words bothered me more than the actual words he was saying. It's where we have to catch ourselves when dealing with something like parasocial relationships where boundaries between fan reaction and interaction are so murky.

As someone who has talked to mimi about everyone jkk I can say confidently say they're the farthest thing from a j/m anti and love him very thoroughly. If you think otherwise you're free to block them and myself, instead of exposing yourself to content which you know makes you mad.